AN: Another fast update. But, chapter four will take its time coming out since I've not even begun it...
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"Dialogues"
'Thoughts'
Chapter 3: Confusions
After the ice-cream fest – Kuroba had won the bet – Shinichi had gone straight to his home at Beika, called out a distracted greeting to Hakase who was putting out the garbage and shut himself in his library.
He'd spent nearly an hour despairing over the fact that when he'd finally seen KID after their subsequent goodbye post the Black Organisation's take down, it had been as Kuroba Kaito – Ran's crush.
After venting out his frustrations on an innocent football, gulping down several mugs of coffee, moping around a bit more and generally trying to ignore his heartbreak, Shinichi decided to crack open one of his numerous Sherlock Holmes books. Ten minutes later, he'd still been staring blankly at the first page and he'd given it up as lost cause.
Usually, in such cases, the person he'd go to was Ran, but Shinichi didn't think he could bear to look at her face now without blurting out Kuroba's identity as KID – as 'Kai'. And that would ruin everything.
Ran had an opportunity to be happy with Kuroba, and his selfish desires would only hurt the both of them, not to mention Kuroba. And Shinichi had no intention of hurting the two most important people in the world to him.
So, picking up the Conan glasses for old time's sake, he went over next door and rang the bell. Shinichi knew that Haibara wouldn't ask, wouldn't push him to tell her anything, unlike Ran.
And he needed that now. He needed her caustic remarks and acerbic personality to ground him. He needed to listen to her dry voice complaining about Hakase's sugar intake and the Detective Boys' most recent case. He needed to hear her demands that he buy her a new brand of lipstick or clutch-purse as a Christmas or Birthday gift.
Haibara was no Ran. But all that she was, she was his friend – a friend that understood parts of him that Ran couldn't even begin to comprehend. She'd seen him at his worst, at his weakest and never judged him. Similarly, he'd seen her at her lowest point and had helped her overcome it.
In that year as Conan, they'd built a bond together. A bond of friendship, of understanding, of compassion. And had he not feared that Haibara would roast him over her Bunsen burner (She certainly had threatened to do so once, despite Conan's arguments that it was logically impossible to roast someone over it!), Shinichi might have even said – a bond of love. But he wouldn't of course, and neither would she – hopeless tsundere that she was.
The door opened, "Kudo-kun."
Haibara gave him an unimpressed look at his state – clothes ruffled with a coffee stain on his shirt; face drawn, hair mussed, piercing gaze absent, Conan-glasses hanging limply in his hand, bare footed appearance – and Shinichi smiled sheepishly.
"Can I crash here tonight?"
She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes before stepping out of the way, wordlessly giving her assent and allowing him entry.
Kaito had never been one to classify love.
Love was love, be it with a woman or man. Love was equally beautiful and sweet when you directed it towards your parents or your friends. Love was loyalty and care personified when it was showered on animals.
Kaito had fallen in love for the first time, when he was five and his father had gifted him his own, very first dove – whom he'd promptly named 'Shiro' despite his mother's snickers that it was a female and refused to change it. Shiro remained, to this day, the only female dove to have a masculine name and his most loyal companion.
Kaito had realised that he could never grow to love some things in life when he was six and the neighbour's cat had scratched him for daring to pet it. They'd remained friends…no, perhaps acquaintances, but Kaito had never loved the cat again. Especially not since it climbed the wall between their houses and started eating his dinner (A fish!) in his direct line of sight.
And then he'd met Aoko.
Their friendship had blossomed slowly but steadily, with a lot of clashing of opinions, but there was always magic to smooth out any ruffles that conflict caused. That was when the admiration and awe Kaito had for magic had turned into love.
Magic was this wonderful, beautiful, magnificent thing that could bring joy and happiness and sort out any and all problems. Kaito firmly believed that and his love held strong despite losing his father in an accident while performing magic (That he would later learn wasn't an accident, but that's another matter) and that was when Kaito knew that magic – magic was his one true love.
Magic, who'd never deserted him when he was sad and grieving for his father. Magic, who'd brought a smile to his face even when tears flowed out of his eyes. Magic, that could cheer him up because of all the happy memories he'd created with it. Magic, that reminded him of his father and all the tricks he'd been taught by him.
Kaito had never thought he could love anything else, or anyone else, like he loved magic. He was proven wrong though, when Aoko had begun occupying a similar position in his heart.
He tried to test the boundaries of this 'love'; teasing Aoko, flipping her skirt, making her the target of his pranks, criticising her cooking – all the while gently producing happy smiles out of her by presenting her with a rose, braiding her hair, letting her pet his doves – and throughout it all, she'd stayed.
Instinctively knowing that Kaito was only grieving and lashing out due to Kuroba Toichi's death, she'd stayed and accepted it all. And Kaito had loved her for it.
He'd loved her acceptance of him, odd personality quirks and all. He'd loved her constant chattering that diverted his attention from reminiscing about his father and turning morose. He'd loved the attention she paid to him, always genuinely in awe of his magic; despite the numerous times she's seen it.
He'd loved her retaliation when he crossed his boundaries, because that meant she saw him as a friend and would treat him as such, and was not just tolerating him due to pity. He'd loved the way she would call out loudly every morning to treat him to hard toast and sweetened milk – cooking she was definitely improving on, but not quite yet there.
Kaito had loved her since he was eight, but only truly realised it at sixteen when the painting had given away to reveal an underground room full of knick-knacks that should have belonged to a Kaitou Kid showroom. He still loved her when he realised that he would have to choose between KID and revenge and justice, or Kuroba Kaito and teen magician and best friend.
He'd chosen KID, but he'd loved her every step of the way.
Then, Hakuba had entered the picture. And even though they competed for Aoko's affections, which Kaito was 99.99% sure he would win, he knew that he'd keep Aoko waiting till the time the Black Organisation had been brought down – a date he wasn't sure of.
And that wasn't fair. To either of them.
So, Kaito had let go.
Kaito had told her very succinctly not to wait for him, because no matter how much he loved her, he couldn't do that to her.
It had been more than year since he'd donned on the KID top-hat and cape, trying to get his father's murderers caught but he'd made little to no progress. Pandora continued to be elusive, hidden from himself as well as the Black Organisation, so that was one good thing at least. But progress on catching the men in black? Not at all.
Aoko had remained unattached for a long time, till the end of their high school life at least, but by then even if the Black Organisation had been down, Kaito had no longer loved her that way. And Aoko soon realised, that neither did she.
Kaito had never differentiated love.
Letting Aoko go had been hard and painful, but necessary. He still loved her, just not romantically.
And thus, for the first time, Kuroba Kaito had fallen out of love.
It was okay though. His first love – magic – was still with him, as it shall always be. And that was fine. Everything would be…fine. Not immediately, but soon…he would be fine.
But with the end of his first love, romantic love, Kaito was only more aware that nothing else could match up to her.
There would be no second chances, because where else could he ever find someone who accepted him so wholeheartedly? Where could he find someone that could look past his poker face, like Aoko had once done when they were eight years old, and see the naked truth behind it? Where could he find a person that acknowledged his thieving ways – his night-job as Kaitou Kid – and still love him for it?
Not his fans, no, certainly not. They were fans of KID, and nothing else. It would matter little to them who the person behind KID was – Kuroba Toichi, Konosuke Jii or Kuroba Kaito. So, fans were out of the question.
Who else then? A detective?
Because that was the be all and end all of KID's acquaintances. If not his fans, then his detectives, because the owners of his targets were usually either a) fans of KID and thus out of question or b) hated KID for trying to steal their property.
Hence, Kaito reached to the conclusion that it was the end of the line for him. No more romantic entanglements, no finding the 'single most precious jewel' – as his mother liked to re-tell him countless times every time she told him about his father's confession – no…second chance at love.
And then, he'd met Edogawa Conan.
Kaito had never discriminated on love.
Edogawa Conan had been a challenge, a rival, a detective worth his respect even though he'd been a kid. A freaking seven year old kid. A kid.
God, the Kid Killer moniker – the 'It takes a kid to stop the KID' jokes had grown old very soon for the magician – given to his tiny tantei, had been embarrassing to Kaito. A child had outwitted him? He, the great Kaitou Kid, had been out done by a mere child? Impossible.
Possible.
Because that one time KID had been surprised by Conan, at Suzuki-san's Black Star Heist, did not stick to one time.
Every single time they clashed, the detective took away with him a tiny chunk of KID's pride and arrogance along with reluctant respect. But soon, very soon, the reluctance had been replaced by admiration.
Edogawa Conan had, where everyone else had failed, managed to gain the title of his 'favourite detective'.
And the reason for it was very simple. Conan was different.
He was no mere detective who blindly pursued a criminal with single minded focus to bring them down. He cared to know the reason behind the crimes, and appreciated the fact that some mysteries should remain as mysteries. He hid secrets just as equally as he revealed them and understood that sometimes silence was needed instead of the truth.
He understood.
And even though the boy was a detective and therefore his natural enemy, Kaito had started to slowly but surely care for him. Care for him more than he cared for his other detectives, that is – not that he'd ever admit to Hakuba that he cared for the blond.
And when Conan had suggested teaming up to bring down the organisation, he'd been shocked. The main reason for said shock was the realisation that Tantei-kun was involved with Them. The little kid was involved in such a dangerous case and was in fact quite ahead of him in bringing them to justice.
He'd refused at first. It might have been his ego speaking then – not wanting to collaborate with a child – and refusing to take orders from a detective. Because he knew that Tantei-kun would definitely be the one running the show and that would just not do. Nuh-uh.
Besides, KID worked alone. That one forced heist with Nightmare notwithstanding – the whole case had been nightmare inducing really, and given him an eye-opening insight as to what Hakuba and Conan-kun worked on instead of going about their life as normal teenagers – KID did not follow anyone. Least of all detectives.
But even Kaito had to give in when the snipers started making an appearance at Jirokichi-san's Heists. Those heists were supposed to be the safest since it hardly ever involved any big jewels that Snake was after.
But, as he'd said, Kaito knew his limits at least. If Tantei-kun was offering to join forces to bring them down, offering help – he couldn't turn it down when he knew it was required.
He'd agreed.
Surprisingly, KID came to the realisation that he'd not truly known his littlest detective as well as he'd liked to boast about. The kid was not the only one after Them, the freaking FBI were too.
And the shocker had been the way those foreign agents had listened to him, a child. Then, Kaito knew he'd seen it all. FBI agents taking orders from a seven (soon to be eight) year old primary schooler – And was that blonde woman actually calling him Boss?
Right… as he'd said, Kaito had seen about everything now.
So, KID had joined forces with Tantei-kun and the FBI. The pact about the FBI not catching him, or trying to do so, for KID was an international criminal, just made the deal sweeter. Of course, the fact that they themselves were conducting an illegal investigation in Japan may have something to do with it.
Also, Edogawa Conan was perfectly fine with it. Breaking and entering to get clues or evidence? No problem. Identity theft and impersonation to extract sensitive information? Done. Obstructing the course of justice by giving false witness statements when required? Of course!
It was wrong.
It was illegal.
It was required.
It was okay.
It was accepted.
And what more could have Kaito asked for?
The following months were filled with creating plans upon plans, setting up tricks upon tricks and enacting devious scheme upon devious scheme – and Kaito would now have to eat up his words about detectives not being creative, because damn, Tantei-kun rocked!
While KID had done a spectacular job of luring his opponents out on the playing field during his heists, hoping that the police would take note, the detective's way of approaching this case had been more successful. It was not to say that KID's work was useless – it had helped them identify a whole new faction of the Black Organisation they'd been unaware of, even with their numerous inside sources – but it certainly hadn't been the best way to go about capturing them.
Helping out the FBI by providing information had been his only job. Or so the FBI thought.
Tantei-kun, it seemed, was even further ahead of the FBI agents when it came to investigating the case. Kaito knew he had other sources of information that the FBI had been unaware of, and now KID was going to be one of them.
"I'm not going to ask you to tell me anything you don't wish to," Conan had said diplomatically.
It made Kaito wonder how many times he'd told the same sentence to others and how many of those 'others' were criminals.
"Only what you can," the detective continued, "And anything that you might think will help. It can be a small, insignificant matter and seem completely worthless, but may turn out to be a huge clue."
And for the first time, Kaito had felt hope stir up inside him.
Because here was someone taking the initiative to be so thorough while at the same time, considerate. And for that consideration, he'd gladly agree to let this detective handle the case.
Perhaps…perhaps his father's murder would be avenged finally.
His time spent with Conan hadn't only been case related. Most of it was, but not all. Sometimes, the detective would call up at odd times throughout the day (On a separate number KID had given him for the duration of their partnership) to ask him inane things,
"If you had to pick a place to visit, out of Japan, what would it be?"
"How many languages do you know? Can you speak French?"
"Blue or brown?"
"Do you have a preference for wine?"
Many of the questions had thrown him for a loop and when asked, Conan had said that it was needed for the case and a couple of them were just to satisfy his curiosity.
They'd debated on the finer points of lock picking, forgery and make-up. Talked about famous authors and inspiring poets. Discussed about KID switching his focus to artworks instead of jewels – something both of them agreed wasn't a good idea; Kaito, because jewels were more pretty and shiny and couldn't hold a candle to some old, moulding bust (They're not moulding!) of some old historian or Greek Goddess and Conan, because any kind of thieving is bad and he shouldn't be doing it at all.
"…Anything you like to do apart from thieving? I mean, there must be something you do as a hobby, right?"
"Magic."
"And apart from that?"
"Hmm, I don't suppose fowl rearing counts?"
"Doves are not fowl,"
"Bird rearing then,"
"No, doesn't count,"
"Gah, how about card games? That's not specifically related to magic…"
Their talks had never turned personal, but it toed the line quite often. They'd talked about hobbies and favourite sport teams (Kaito had vehemently refused liking soccer or anything related to it, claiming that Conan had put him off it forever).
They'd played chess and billiards and poker. Thrown darts and kicked footballs at each other. And not everything was a smooth sailing, but it had been fun.
"…Let's have a race, Tantei-kun,"
"Race to what?"
"First one to steal my latest target wins,"
"I'm not stealing anything!"
"Well, I'm going to be stealing it regardless. My heist note is already out, so why not join the mayhem?"
"Because my job is to stop that mayhem, not add to it!"
"Aww, you're such a spoilsport Tantei-kun…"
Kaito had never been able to persuade the tiny detective to participate in such a race, but had found a willing assistant for performing any kind of magic trick during the pre-heist confusion. Kaito had also learnt how much Conan appreciated a well done magic trick then.
"…Pick a card, Tantei-kun,"
"I already know this one, KID,"
"No, you don't. I'm not flaunting Thurston's principles around you ever again; once was enough. Now, pick a card,"
"It better not be easy or predictable,"
"You wound me, Tantei-kun. Shouldn't you know me better than that?"
"Fine, fine, show me the cards…"
Conan was rather demanding on that front. Any hastily done trick, and like a true critic, he'd berate him about it and tease him mercilessly for days. That was not so often, quite rare, in fact. Because KID was nothing if not meticulous. And he'd hardly ever do the same trick twice, or an easy one – that was sacrilegious.
"…I played pitcher once, for my school team. It was fun."
"You don't play any longer?"
"Nah, practising and perfecting my magic tricks takes a lot more time than you'd believe. Didn't have the time for it."
"I still play soccer with the 'Detective Boys' in the park. It's relaxing."
"Oh, those kids. Man, aren't they little hellions! I'm never inviting them to my heists again. Once was more than enough…"
Their talks had turned philosophical a couple of times. And KID had to wonder if he was still talking to the same old Tantei-kun or not. But as well the meta-physical had been discussed, so had its scientific counterpart.
At these times, it was conveniently and convincingly easy to forget that Conan was a child. He was going through a similar situation to Kaito's and was probably the only one who could understand him.
And one day, when the both of them were relaxing in the Kudo house (You're sure the current resident won't mind? That Okiya Subaru guy?), Kaito had randomly decided to make some hot chocolate for himself and coffee for Conan-kun.
Never mind that kids shouldn't be having coffee, it was the only drink he'd agree to drink when it was just the two of them. KID supposed that was mainly because Mouri-chan refused to give him any, but he'd obliged regardless.
"This is great…I love you, KID,"
Conan had said it so reflexively as he'd sipped the heavenly drink; that Kaito had frozen. The detective had not even realised and perhaps that was good, because Kaito was sure that Tantei-kun had meant it in the cute way all children did. It was meant as thanks and possibly affection to a brotherly figure. Nothing more.
And Kaito had felt horrible.
Because, somewhere along the way…he'd grown to love Conan. Not as a little brother, but an equal. And that was…wrong.
Kaito may have never put a label on love, but even he knew that having romantic feelings for a child was in no way right.
Unfortunately, his heart refused to believe so. The only good thing about it was, Kaito had not fallen for the physical aspect of Tantei-kun, but the mental. That brilliant mind behind his azure eyes had been what captured Kaitou Kid's attention and what had led Kuroba Kaito to fall in love with him.
For a detective, a mere critic as he'd once put it, Edogawa Conan was unpredictable.
His reactions to things were never what Kaito anticipated them to be and his understanding of some matters was even more profound than Kaito's. Conan-kun's level of attachment and compassion to animals and human alike, were on a whole different level than anyone Kaito had known, even though said compassion was usually too hidden to be noticed.
The detective's belief on right and wrong, his trust warring with his cynical personality, his dry and sarcastic humour, his loyalty to his friends, his view on justice, his ardent love for soccer, his enthusiasm for solving codes and mysteries, his ability to simply care…
Edogawa Conan was a mystery. A mystery that Kaito wouldn't mind becoming a detective to solve.
And that was when his doubts had been confirmed. Kuroba Kaito had fallen in love for a second time, with none other than Tantei-kun.
And it was a love that wasn't meant to be.
After the Black Organisation had been taken down, or at least their part in it done and over with, Kaito had known that he'd never see the detective again. Or at least, not as KID.
As one final message before disappearing from Tantei-kun's life, he'd written him a letter, hidden inside one of Tantei-kun's favourite books in the Kudo library.
Never able to gather the courage to tell the detective about his feelings – because Tantei-kun might have been scarily smart for his age, but he was still a child and did not deserve to be burdened with such complex emotions at an age he couldn't even begin to comprehend them – he'd tried his best to convey his gratefulness via words on a paper.
Leaving out any salutations, because none of them fit or would be appropriate for the situation, he began simply –
Tantei-kun,
As I sit down and think, able to count the days of my life that will pass by free from the darkness of the organisation, I'm surprised and relieved to find them numerous. And with that comes the realisation that all this would have been impossible without you.
If I now recollect all that time we spent together, plotting and planning to take Them down, all I can remember is the awe on your face when I performed an excruciatingly complex magic trick and the delight that lit up your eyes when you drank the coffee I prepared specially for you. It seems, even in those times, where we worked from the shadows with our lives on the line, it is only the moments filled with light – with happiness, with you – that comes to mind.
Reminiscing about it, we have truly talked about everything and nothing. So many odd things, meaningful things, ridiculous things…yet all of them are so clear in my mind.
I could write down about our varied thoughts, that spiralled into conversations, on beauty and pride, empathy and expectations, faith and courage, immortality and death, justice and belief, honesty and lies, fate and destiny…but I fear I would be doing it an injustice.
Should I wonder about how little we've talked that it barely fills a page, or how many diverse topics we've talked about that they are all so memorable? I shall go with the latter, I think…
If I could convey my appreciation to you, for all that you have done, I would feel it would be insufficient. But for all those minuscule moments of liberty I snatched away from Life's cruel hands, sharing it with you was a wonderful way to spend it.
For solving the case and more importantly, for being a faithful friend, you have my utmost gratitude.
Kaitou Kid.
Kaito had never expected a reply to his letter, but hearing about Edogawa Conan's return to America had been a terrible blow to him. It made sense, of course, that his parents would want him close now that the case was well and truly over. But it meant that Kaito would never even have a chance to see him again. Their phones now disconnected, all means of communication had vanished.
Kaito had despaired over his luck at finding love. He'd failed twice now and it hurt the second time as much as it had the first.
His only hope now was to fall out of love with Conan to save him more heartbreak.
Surely that would happen soon, now that he could no longer interact with the genius detective, right? That had been so when he'd fallen out of love with Aoko, it would be the same with Conan.
It had to be the same with Conan. It had to. Because if it didn't…
Kaito didn't think that mere magic would be able to console him this time.
Life at Tokyo University was nice. Kaito was in the same class as Aoko for all his classes, and one friendly face in a sea of strangers was always good to have.
He expected it to be the same as high school, with him playing Court (Class) Jester and living a care-free life – at least on the front.
On the inside, his heart still yearned for Conan and his unique personality and thoughts that complimented Kaito's own. He was more than Kaito's object of affection; Tantei-kun was a wonderful individual and brilliant detective and one of the magician's closest friends. And not having access to that 'precious gem' of a person was what pained Kaito more than anything else.
But of course, being left alone to wallow in peace wasn't to be.
Hakuba Saguru – overall pest and Aoko's boyfriend – had noticed his moody disposition and decided to poke his overly large nose into matters that did not concern him. And when Aoko had gotten involved, Kaito had no choice but to agree to whatever hair-brained plan he was being dragged into by Hakuba.
"Allow me to introduce you," Hakuba had smiled in a vaguely threatening manner that said 'behave' as he pulled Kaito out from behind Aoko, "this is Mouri Ran-san. We attend law class together."
While Aoko stood a bit stupefied at their uncanny resemblance and Ran was looking at Kaito in surprise, Kaito's thoughts had taken a very different turn.
This was Mouri Ran.
His first thoughts on her were Conan-kun's words – Beautiful, bright, happy, gentle, accepting Ran.
And then, realising just who the woman in front of him was – Conan-kun's sister in all but blood – Kaito smiled at her brilliantly, bowing and flicking his wrist to produce a flower from one of his numerous hidden pockets.
Accepting the white rose from him, Ran smiled gently, prettily at him – the same soft smile Conan would direct at Kaito when he performed his usual flower trick and presented him with a beautiful yellow rose. Absently, Kaito wondered if Conan had learnt that smile from Ran.
"It's nice to meet you, Ran-san,"
If Ran was surprised by his informal address, she did not show it and returned his greeting.
Kaito was not oblivious to the real reason Hakuba had introduced him to Ran. He was hoping that Kaito would take an interest in her, romantically, and get over his feelings for Conan. Not that Hakuba knew who Kaito's previous object of affection was; he just wished Ran would be his current one.
And that was very thoughtful of the blond, but it was not so easy for Kaito to let go of his love for Conan.
Deep inside his heart, the magician knew that Ran-san would never be able to match up to Conan-kun.
Mouri Ran, for all that she was a compassionate human being, a close friend and a wonderful person, she just wasn't Conan-kun. He spent a lot of time with her though, hoping her presence in his life may one day change the friendly affection he had for her into love. With every passing day, he wondered if it might come to happen – if Ran-san could become his third love – but he was never sure.
She spoke of her classes with him, just as he shared his. They talked about their mutual friends, someone called 'Shinichi', and Kaito wondered if it was Conan-kun's cousin who lived in Beika. But for all their talks, they never once touched upon the topic of Conan.
Perhaps that was for the best, if Kaito was trying to move on from Conan. However, every moment he spent with her, only seemed to remind him more of the young detective. What was surprising was how little it hurt.
Ran-san was certainly entertaining and cheerful enough to distract him from his sadness, and all memories of Conan were now filled with gentle acceptance and growing fondness.
In talking to Ran, he might not fall out of love with Conan, but it certainly did not hurt any longer when he thought of his absence – Ran seemed to fill all those empty spaces reserved for pain in him, replacing it with joy.
This was what made him realise and understand why Ran had been held in so high a regard by Conan – She'd been Tantei-kun's ray of hope and happiness, his motivation.
If nothing else, Kaito would always love her for that.
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