Declaimer: I don´t own Detective Conan

A/N: This was supposed to be published in December. *Sigh* Just kill me already. Enjoy some fluffiness as my apologies.

I have this strange feeling I haven´t answered the reviews... Hm... I´m sorry!

P.S. Looking for a beta for this story.

Yinyang555: Can´t PM you for some reason. Still, let me be honest, I have no idea where this story is going either XD At the start I had somewhat of a clear image, but somehow it got lost in the process XD Now the image isn´t as clear as before, I just know that protective Death is so cute!

Moonlight : Thank you very much.

Celebrations were never his forte, the being considered as he sat in a comfortable armchair, watching as his young charge was dragged towards the Christmas tree. Unwillingly obviously, the child was fighting back with all his might. Obviously they both thought celebrations were pointless, a quiet morning reading books or solving cases was much more preferable. Instead, his little devil was being subjected to one of the worst forms of torture ever created: being dragged by Kudo Yukiko towards a pair of presents. After all, it was impossible to say no to Kudo Yukiko, as she simply forced (dragged) her victims, ignoring their screams, tears and pleas.

(He wasn´t even joking. Shinichi´s tenth birthday was a day no one would forget for a reason.)

Good thing the being wasn´t visible, he reflected as he slowly slipped on his cocoa (that his little minions had gracefully prepared/ stolen from the closest house), being subjected to an overly excited Yukiko was something he NEVER wanted to experience. Poor Shinichi though, he had no such luck.

"Come on Shin-chan, put on your hat!" The overly excited woman exclaimed with a huge grin as her hands latched on her son´s shoulders, stopping his desperate escape. "Where is your Christmas spirit? It´s Christmas!"

"Currently making a world around the world." Scowling as a hat settled on his head, the teen probably wanted to curse everything, having completely forgotten about his parents. Perhaps he should have taken Mouri´s invite, at least it wouldn´t have cost him his sanity. "To be honest I kind of expected you guys to be travelling with it. What are you even doing home?"

"Oh Shin-chan, don´t be such a bore. There was no way we were going to spend Christmas day without you!" As he shirked at the mentally tired child, (and he had been around his mother for only ten minutes), the being had to admit she had a point. Despite everything, Christmas was strangely one of the few holidays Shinichi´s parents never missed, always spending it with their child. Even if it meant dragging him with them to Russia.

Hmm, perhaps he should start a diary of something. The weird life of Kudo Shinichi. It would be popular in to time for certain.

"Kind of was hopping for it…" Mumbling to himself lowly, his little devil gave up on his escape, allowing himself to be dressed in a Christmas themed sweater. Let it be known that he was simply adorable, fourteen years old or not.

As the usual festivities began, meaning Shinichi slowly being suffocated by his mother as she gave him present after present, the being smiled warmly, relocating next to the oblivious Kudo Yusaku. Despite the apparent detachment to everything the old man tried to project, his´s eyes were carefully fixated on his wife and son, body tense and ready. It was obvious the man was ready to run away at a single sign of his wife losing interest in Shinichi, conscious he was the next target.

Grinning as the man flinched at his wife´s high pitched shriek, he had to admit it was rather amusing. In the Kudo household, it was Yukiko that ruled, hands down, and everyone knew it. Be it the anxious husband, or the smothered child.

Suddenly, the blue eyes of his little devil narrowed, mischief shining through for a single second. Without a doubt the teen was tired of being his mother´s only victim, as he whispered something in her ear.

Carefully, with her face still as composed as ever, the woman looked behind her, all attention on her husband. For a second, neither moved, still pretending that nothing was amiss. Moving carefully, Shinichi hid behind a rather large present, trying to erase his presence with a wicked smile. The best part of Christmas was about to begin, he knew it.

As Yukiko lunged forward, her hand making its way towards the red pajama pants of her husband, the man in question jumped up, standing on the comfortable chair. Without caring about the loud impact noise, Yusaku climbed over the chair, the appearance of a respectable adult long gone. With practiced ease, almost as agile as a child, the writer hurried towards the library, running up the stairs two in two.

Shacking herself as she failed at her task, Yukiko glared heavily rushing after her stupid husband. Taking a random present, she threw it with all her strength, smirking as it hit the back. Still, the man only complained slightly, continuing his almost desperate escape. Wait, let him correct that, it WAS a desperate escape, no almost about that.

"Come back here!" Rushing after her fleeing husband, having completely forgotten about her son, Yukiko kept yelling, using some strong words to describe exactly what she was going to do once she caught him.

Rolling metaphorically on the ground with laughter, since he was floating in the air and all that, the being had to admit that scene made Christmas almost likable. Somehow those two humans always made him laugh, almost making him miss them after they left. Almost. Even he admitted those two were just too crazy, whomever decided it was a good idea to let them marry was just as crazy.

Moving from his spot with care, Shinichi listened carefully for a moment, before deeming it safe to move. His mother was obviously pounding on the library door; apparently Yusaku had managed to lock the door just in time. Either way, they both knew it would take at least five minutes before she returned, and obviously his little devil was using that opportunity to flee.

Opening the window with care, Shinichi reached behind the wooden table, pulling out a small bag. Still not making any sound, taking care to breath as quietly as possible, he climbed out of the room, slowly closing the window. As he pulled a small thread that was dangling almost unnoticeably, the window closed from the inside, it snapped in the middle. From the force, the rest was pulled up, to be hidden behind the tick drapes.

Wow, now that was impressive. Following the child as he ran quickly but carefully, the being was officially impressed. Apparently Shinichi hadn´t forgotten about his parents, making contingency plans in case they did return home. He honestly couldn´t remember Shin-chan ever setting up the threads, it probably happened in one of those days he had been forced to leave the child. His Shinigami only reported attempts on his life… Probably he should change it, obviously the child was as interesting as ever, especially when he wasn´t around.

Wonder what other traps did he miss…

"You are as interesting as always." He said with a huge grin, floating right next to his little devil.

Suddenly, the child jumped, vivid blue eyes staring right into his violet. Shocked, the being stopped, not noticing that the child had stopped too until the child started blinking, a hand making its way to rub those precious eyes. Had the child… heard him? Seen him?

Looking widely around him, confusion plastered on his face, Shinichi remained frozen, taking in the lack of any humans. His hand rested on his head, as he thought conflicted. Obviously the child had heard him, not that the being had expected it. He reckoned the child would only see him in his twenties the earliest, certainly not fourteen.

"I… Violet… I must be tired…" The child mumbled, but it was obvious he was not convinced. Eyes kept darting around, as he clutched the small bag. "Probably because of mom…"

With one last glance, the child simply shook his head, as he remembered exactly why he was running. Unknown to him, the dark being that had followed him for years, was watching with glowing violet eyes as he ran, not moving.

To hear him, to see him, even if just once… Shinichi was amazing. Simply wonderful, one of a kind! To find someone as wonderful as him, someone as special…

Oh, he was so happy! When was the last time he was that excited? The being couldn´t remember. When his brothers and sisters were born? No, no, he had been just extremely annoyed, having to babysit those brats. Hm… such happiness… Had been a long time, that´s for sure. Perhaps when Time froze Fate, that had been a rather nice decade.

Grinning as his small devil disappeared from view, he allowed himself to rejoice. Hm… Christmas wasn´t that bad after all. For the first time, he received a wonderful present, even if short lived. For Shinichi to hear and see him with his own power, for their eyes to meet…

The being was proud, his little devil was growing up into a nice, powerful young man. As his grin grew larger, snow falling slowly, the being finally moved, walking quietly towards his little charge. Perhaps, once Shinichi became able to see him constantly, they could even work together.

And wasn´t that a wonderful idea?