Kaito burst into the house and ran into the kitchen, following the bitter scent of coffee and found his Mom and Shinichi, looking at what seemed like a book. Both of them turned around when he cleared his throat and to his surprise, the detective was laughing slightly. Although he was happy that Shinichi wasn't suffering like he thought, he realized there were going to be some other problems. One being the fact that the book that was opened had some very ...ahem... embarrassing photo's from his childhood.

"Mom," he whined, "why would you show him this?" Grabbing the book, he closed it and went up to his mothers room, putting it back on the shelf where it belonged. Sighing, he felt stupid, leaving school when nothing bad was really happening. Well nothing that bad anyways. Why was he even panicking anyways? He dismissed the thought before heading back down to where his mother and Shinichi were talking with each other.

"You know, your father is a very talented man when it comes to his job," Chikage said with a smile, thinking about her husband who had been just as good at his job, unlike any other. The ends of her mouth twitched downward slightly, and realized her normal poker face had slipped slightly. But Shinichi didn't really notice because his head was in pain. It was pounding each time he tried to remember something.

"I...have a father?," Shinichi asked, his voice wavering slightly. He got up off the chair and walked towards Kaito, and Kaito rushed towards the detective who seemed unsteady on his feet. After breathing in a few times Shinichi said, "Why...can't I remember? Why do I feel like I don't want to remember?" Gripping his hair, Kaito and Chikage both tried to lead him up into the guest room but had no luck.

"Kaito...," Shinichi whispered, indigo eyes meeting his own before everything around him became black. Just like in the beginning.

He looked around him, looking at different pictures that seemed somewhat familiar, as if he was looking at something nostalgic.

"Shinichi...why don't you want to remember?," a voice echoed in his mind.

"I-I don't know," he answered the echoing voice looking around to see where the voice was coming from, and from who it was coming from.

"Are you trying to escape reality?," the voice asked after a bit. The voice sounded melancholy, as if it was saying it out of pity and sadness rather than genuine curiosity. "Or are you doing this just so you can feel free?," the voice asked.

"Shinichi, you can't escape from fate," the voice echoed.

"Shinichi..."

Shinichi...

"Shinichi," Kaito repeated for a third time, looking down at the detective who flashed his eyes opened and jerked up bumping heads with Kaito yet again and rubbed where it ached. Kaito rubbed and frowned,realizing the spot where they bumped heads was a bit wet and realized it was sweat from the detective who was taking deep breaths. "Oi, are you okay meitantei-san?," Kaito asked and almost jerked back in surprise when he saw Shinichi cry. Where in the world did that calm and collected meitantei, who never cried go? But, in another way, it was a good thing. He looked more human now than he ever did before. Before he knew it, he had pulled the crying boy into an embrace when they were interrupted by the clearing of Chikage, Kaito's mother's, throat.

"I know that you guys are having a...lovely moment, but can I ask what in the world is going on?," she asked with a slight smile, which seemed to be part of a poker face.

"Meitantei-san here apparently has amnesia. I don't know the real cause of it, but I can make a good guess. It was probably something...," then paused, realizing that it probably wasn't a good idea to just start rambling about these dangerous things to his mother. "it probably has to do with the stress," he said finally, thinking it sounded reasonable considering the fact that Kudo Shinichi was like a walking curse. Everywhere he walked, a murder, or if not, something big happened around him.

Looking at her son with disbelief in her eyes, she just nodded and didn't question about it any further, making Kaito sigh in relief and felt a something grip his shirt. Blushing slightly, he realized he was still hugging Shinichi who had stopped crying and was in turn, blushing a dark red. Pushing him out of the embrace, Kaito laughed.

"Sorry about that Shinichi," he said and watched as his mom turned to leave the two boys alone, with a slight smirk. "Ugh, how in the world could I have forgotten about that woman's visit home," he sighed and got up looking at the detective who was wearing a loose shirt that slipped down his shoulder slightly. He looked like he just got up with his messy, yet somehow cute ruffled hair. Looking into the detective's bright blue eyes, he jumped, realizing that Shinichi was staring back at him. "We should get you new clothes," Kaito said, turning around to make sure the other boy didn't see his poker face break into thousands of pieces, leaving a bright red face and a thumping heart uncovered.

Shinichi followed Kaito downstairs only to find a note saying that Chikage had gone out to see a few friends and might not come back for the day.

"Well I was hoping mom would make us some dinner for today," Kaito said loudly, startling Shinichi who was next to him. Well, he managed to make his usual poker face again, but it still seemed to have a few holes.

"I'm going to make myself some more coffee," Shinichi announced, then muttered under his breath about something to do with looking around first and being calmer in the morning. Well no one could really complain since it looked like the detective was going through some rough times. When the detective disappeared into the kitchen, the magician turned the card and found a few "extra words" that weren't needed.

I see you trying to make a move, so I'll leave for the day so you could do what you want. Just try not to break the poor boy you've fallen in love with, was what it read. Annoyed, he crumpled it up and put it into his pants pocket and entered the kitchen where Shinichi was still making his coffee, and it all looked peaceful and happy, except for the slight frown that lingered on the detective's face.

"Ne, Shinichi?," Kaito asked slinging his arms around the now startled detective. "Want to do something fun?" With a raised eyebrow the detective only nodded then was engulfed into a cloud of white before it thinned out leaving Kaito in some regular jeans and shirt and was pulled out the entrance by the smiling thief.

Shinichi stared at the many chocolate flavored things in front of him then up at Kaito who was munching down on all of it happily.

"Are you trying to give yourself diabetes," Shinichi asked with a twitching eyebrow. Chocolate cake, chocolate chips, chocolate sundae, chocolate milkshake. They all went into the other boys mouth and into who knows where.

"Why won't wou wry srome," Kaito tried to ask mouth full of chocolate goodies. Pushing a plate with a piece of chocolate cake towards Shinichi, who looked at it like it was something from the moon. He found out a new fact about himself. He liked bitter things like coffee rather than the sweet batch of things that were in front of me.

"I think I'll stick to my daily coffee," he said with a grin. And pushed the plate back towards the magician who just frowned.

"Shin-channnnn," Kaito whined, "this is supposed to be a day where you could relax and be having fun with-" then he was cut off by a scream and crashing plates and dishes, and when Kaito had turned back from looking towards the scream, the other boy had already gotten up to go and went to go swim through the crowd only to find a body laying on the ground.

Dammit, Kaito thought sourly, even with amnesia death still wants to flirt. Pushing through the crowd, he found Shinichi crouched down next to the person checking for a pulse like it was an everyday thing which made indigo eyes flinch. To think Shinichi did this kind of thing every other day to the point where it's a habit was...not pleasing to say the least.

"Call the police," Shinichi said with a cold tone, as if a mask had been laid on him, making him the calm detective he had been before. Well before he got amnesia.

The sirens sounded in a matter of minutes and the police came to find the renowned Kudo Shinichi in their presence, not realizing what had happened to him. Instead they greeted the great detective with happiness practically flowing out of them.

"Kudo-kun! You came back!," Megure-keibu exclaimed, surprising the detective and making him cautious rather than happy and calm.

"I..uh...am glad to be back too?," he answered with a faked smile, but backed away when the Inspector had turned around to look at the information on the person who lay cold on the floor and bumped into Kaito making him flinch.

"Shinichi, you okay?," Kaito whispered with concern coating his words. He grabbed the detective's hands which were shaking and seemed to grip tighter with each passing moment. Taking that as a no, he rushed the detective outside, feeling the grip relax slightly with each step.

Before the magician could say another word, he was pulled into an embrace that left him with warm cheeks and a thumping heart. Why the hell is it thumping? It's a guy for God's sake, Kaito thought but still silently thanked Lady Luck for giving him this moment.

After a while, Shinichi had stopped shaking and pulled away from the embrace.

"Kaito...thanks," the detective said with a slight grin, tightening his grip on Kaito as if he was reassuring himself that it was alright.

"The police could probably handle this," Kaito said, pulling Shinichi toward the train station and let his poker face slip for a bit, smiling with sadness tinting it. "I want to show you something, since it could help with your amnesia."

They rode the train to a place called Beika and stopped in front of a place that had the words "Mouri's Detective Agency" hanging off of a sign. Head throbbing, Shinichi put his hand on the wall next to him.

"It look's...so familiar," he mumbled through gritted teeth, putting one hand to his throbbing forehead when two voices sounded. Some very familiar voices.

"Kaito?"
"Shinichi?"

"Eh? Aoko? Two Aoko's?," Kaito asked in a confused tone with widened eyes. Well of course it was a mask. He knew who both of them were since he meets one every day and the other on some heists. But no one knew that.

"Right? We look almost exactly the same!", Aoko said with a smile while Ran was staring at Shinichi as if he had risen from the dead.

"Shinichi!", Ran practically yelled and ran in Shinichi's arms with tears on the verge of falling. Well the boy himself had no idea what was going on but almost as if by instinct of some sort, he pat her hair and smiled. She just hugged him tighter with a smile on her face.

Kaito stared at the two, seeing how close the two were and frowned slightly then slapped himself mentally. Of course they're close. Their childhood friends! Like me and Aoko!

"Kaito? Moshi-moshi!," Aoko said, waving a hand in front of him questioningly. He realized he'd been staring at the two the whole time with the frown plastered on his face.

"Sorry, sorry!," the magician replied with a laugh and put on his poker face again and started talking with Aoko about how she and Ran had met and what they did together.

"Ne!," Ran said loudly, startling the other teenagers, "why don't we go inside?", she asked, pointing up to where the agency was. The others just nodded in agreement and headed up the steps.

"Kaito, you seem a bit frustrated. Maybe a bit mad?," Aoko suddenly said with a raised eyebrow, making him flinch and look the opposite way.

He was indeed frustrated. And he knew exactly why. Shinichi and Ran were walking just inches away from each other for no reason, and it didn't seem like they really realized it themselves.

He looked once more at the two who seemed happy and clicked his tongue in annoyance making Aoko raise and eyebrow again but just continued up the steps and into the agency.

But when they got there, they didn't expect what they saw.