Childlock, plans that don't add up to anything, Shinichi's struggling, The Note™, and that basically says it all
"You did this."
"Now detective, I do understand it's quite simple jumping to conclusions—"
"If the conclusion I'm jumping to is you responsible for me not being able to see my shoes, then yes, it is quite simple." He turned the key in the ignition and watched as the console lit up. Confetti and glitter lightly vibrated until they were fluttering off the dash. His glare heightened.
"My shoes are no more seeable than yours," the child beside him scoffed, and Shinichi was having a hard time reminding himself that this man was an internationally wanted thief and the detective was the one who'd just invited him into his car. "And you can't prove it."
His only car.
"You are the only person in my life—at the moment, who I know for a fact has a vast supply of glitter." Shinichi struggled for a moment, moving his left foot and just barely finding the clutch. He put it in reverse and backed up, moving his eyes briefly to glare at the phantom and finding a fond smile instead.
"Aww, you know me so well meitantei! And on top of that, you've even declared me apart of your very livelihood!" Shinichi chose that moment to switch to fourth and grinned spectacularly as the car went careening down the road.
The thief clenched his teeth, and Shinichi made sure to increase his speed by twenty kilometers.
"Isn't there supposed to be a—I don't know, speed limit that all loftily citizens should abide to?" the thief asked, part sarcastic, and part trying to keep his wig from falling off after banging his head against the window one too many times.
"Slipped my mind."
"Oh, right. It slipped your mind. Just like how Pandora slipped through my hand right before it shattered into a million pieces," he opened the car door's window with a hand to his mouth, "Not my fault officers! It accidentally slipped—!" Shinichi had the window back up before the thief could protest. It didn't stop him from trying the button again though. "Why is it locked?" he asked, watching as the button made itself powerless beneath his fingertips.
"Childlock. For situations like this," the detective answered, and the thief crossed his arms.
"Censorship is to art as murder is to justice."
"That doesn't work there," Shinichi scoffed, brows furrowing. He opened his mouth and then closed it again. "Also you just stole that. You just stole a quote."
"So?" The thief leaned in, breath ghosting just across the detective's collarbone and smirk contrasting in an unmoving quirk upon his face. (Alright he was really close). "What are you gonna do about it?" Shinichi held back the urge to breathe. "Arrest me?"
The detective took a sharp left purely on instinct, but didn't miss the way the thief's body plastered itself against the passenger side's window. He didn't miss the groan either.
It was with great effort that Shinichi kept a straight face. Partially because he kind of wanted to crawl into the seat cushions and never come out but also with the thief's very alluring scowl in place and his eyebrow raised (twitching), and hair nicely ruffled from colliding with the window the tenth time this trip...
"Aren't you supposed to be changing into something, more... I don't know, subtle?" he asked, slowing down as they reached a more traffic heavy road. Kid turned sultry eyes on him.
"Is that your way of trying to get me out of my dress on the first date, meitantei?"
Shinichi was in neutral when his foot fell a little too heavy on the gas causing the engine to rev, really, really loud. Aided only by the fact that his mouth was clamped shut and his knuckles were turning white on the steering wheel.
Kid laughed for basically the remainder of the drive.
They made it back to the station in close to three minutes on Shinichi's count, albeit Kid saw it in a different light ("Forget minutes, I'm pretty sure that drive alone took years off my life that I will never recover," Kid had said solemnly to a grinning detective). Said thief was now emptying his heels of glitter just as Shinichi was taking long strides towards familiar doors.
"Detective—hey, detective!" He turned around to see Kid hopping on one foot towards him, securing his last shoe in place and stomping down on the ground to level himself. When he didn't speak, Shinichi deadpanned. Kid huffed, "I was going to say you're not seriously going to have me wait in there, are you?"
Shinichi's eyes fluttered towards the car and then back to Kid. "That was the plan, yes."
Kid sent him a pleading glance which could be enterpreted as, "please don't make me wait in there," and Shinichi did a double take, feeling his eyes widen just a tad.
"Wait I'm sorry, you?" He was trying really hard here not to lose it. "In a police station?"
Scratch that—he lost it. As in, laughed. Like really hard.
"Okay, ha ha, very funny, but believe me detective. It's either the station or the car, and I'm sure I've already shown you how capable I am with cars—" Shinichi gulped. "—and honestly, being bored would just add to the fact..."
"Wait you're actually serious? Because I mean. International, um, thief." Kid stopped beside him, heel planting itself into the side walk in a way that made the detective shudder. He looked smug too, and his hand found its way onto Shinichi's shoulder before he could even push him away. The thief leaned in close.
"That's the point detective, I'm never serious. Not when it comes to the local law enforcement, nor the thought of getting caught by a man who's practically my stepdad," he smiled, "as if I'd let any of them catch me anyways."
It took him a second to process before Kid's smug smile broke out into a manic grin. His eyes trailed after Kid even as he sashayed up to the station's doors.
"Watch and learn, detective!"
Shinichi mumbled a quick curse before he was left to briefly wonder what that meant.
He trailed after the thief anyways, through the doors, and towards the front desk.
Kid immediately took up place beside the desk where the secretary looked like she was having a mild choking fit. Shinichi gave her a pitying smile and unfortunately made eye contact with Kid who was only grinning with a face that screamed, "and?"
He put his palm over his forehead.
"Hey Mira-san, I've come to see Megure-keibu on urgent business. Could you um," he took another look at Kid who was picking at his nails, "look after my, uh—"
"I'm his beau."
Shinichi could've slapped him. He was pretty sure they'd agreed on distant friends. Mira-san's eyes widened, and he could've cried then and there.
"Of course," Kid continued, "since my detective's gotten himself into trouble again, our perfect date was made all the more exciting—running from snipers that sort of thing." Shinichi stepped on his foot and Kid didn't so much as flinch. Instead he kissed his cheek.
Shinichi froze. Blushed for a second. And then lunged, with Kid easily dodging and getting behind him to sneak an arm around his waist, restrictricting his movements.
"A little feisty today, meitantei?" He laughed in his ear before turning to Mira. "Save that sort of thing for when we get home, am I right?" As if she'd understand.
The whole thing by default couldn't have possibly been more traumatic.
Mira-san was blushing now, and he had half a mind to grab Kid's wrist and haul him off alongside him. Thus he did just that. "On second thought, he—she's coming with me."
Passing the front desk, he fumbled his keycard on the gate and Kid looked like he was watching a puppy stumble on grass. "You know, it would be a lot easier if you'd let go of my arm, detective."
"This whole thing,"—the keycard clicked—"would be a lot easier if you weren't here."
Kid hummed and stepped away from him, but Shinichi pulled him back. "I have half a mind to arrest you right now if we weren't—you know..."
"Being targeted?" Kid supplied, heels clacking on the floor below him. He'd basically drawn the attention of all the officers around them. (What with the whole updo, flowy dress, James Bond girl look still going...). Shinichi mentally cursed. "I doubt that's the only reason~."
Whistles sounded from all sides of the hallway and Kid basked in the attention. Shinichi on the other hand glared at the officers who immediately averted there gazes. Not that he was getting jealous or anything, they were basically just feeding his ego. Yah.
Once they reached Megure's office, Takagi and Sato-keiji looked him over with relief, and then a lot more confusion when their eyes landed on Kid. He gave them a grin through the window, and Shinichi pulled him around, putting himself between Kid and the inspectors.
"Stay here and don't touch anything," he said (or more so commanded).
"Why can't I come in with you?" Kid pouted, twirling a piece of his wig. Shinichi forced down the urge to pull at his own hair.
"Because you're a distraction!" Kid's grin was manic, and Shinichi cursed himself before adding, "to everyone!"
"Glad to know my beauty astounds even the likes of you," he leaned in, "meitantei."
"Okay! That's enough! I'll just be going then—!" He turned away as quick as he could and had one foot take a step before he was being turned back into Kid's arms. Restrained with nowhere to go and forced into...
Into a kiss. A really fierce kiss.
At first it'd been a clash of teeth, and a force of tongue and cheek, but then it was a hand on the back of his neck, supporting him as a warm tongue lapped at the top of his mouth. Going above and around his top teeth, tasting everything inside his mouth. A tease by nature, but a temptress with all things considered...
Shinichi shoved him off, his face a little (a lot) flushed but his eyes going wide with sudden exasperation (or his best attempt at it). Kid smirked, and just as Shinichi's face morphed further into a frown and he opened his mouth, a deck of cards unflourished fully into his face and mouth. They fell lazily to the ground and Kid was gone in a flash of smoke.
Shinichi collected himself, breathed in and out slowly, before walking into the office where the inspectors awaited him.
Takagi had his mouth wide open, Sato's grin could rival Kid's own, and Megure looked uncomfortable. Everything as expected but worse all together.
He hoped they could just pretend it didn't happen.
"Uh, Kudou-kun you have some, uh, lipstick on your cheek..."
He sighed.
"And then he yells, 'One truth prevails!' as if he was in some sort of shonen manga or something! This guy let me tell you!" Kid had a couple, if not a dozen officers gathered and laughing around his female persona, while sitting all too casually on his desk. He looked up and met the detective's twitching smile if only to offer him a bright one of his own. "Ah, speak of the truth," Shinichi didn't miss the snickers that followed said comment, "Detective Kudou Shinichi everybody!"
A round of applause sounded throughout the office and Shinichi resisted the urge to resort to blunt force trauma to shut Kid up. (Maybe later).
"Um, Ki—"
"Kai."
"Kai. Can I talk to you? For a moment?" He looked expectant and Shinichi's teeth clenched a little bit on the uttered, "please?"
"Of course, my dearest!" Shinichi pulled him away from the crowd and brought them both into one of the private offices, shutting the door and closing the blinds promptly behind them. "Ah, so some alone time was what you were after. If that's all you wanted you could've just—"
"Kid. Stop talking for just one second." The mischief in Kid's face was immediately wiped clean. A mask of indifference settling easily onto his features. Shinichi took that as his sign to keep going. "...Whatever game you're playing right now needs to stop. And I'm not just talking about the tasteless jokes, and the whatever that was with my colleagues—I'm talking about the kiss." Kid's eyes never wavered. "That was going too far for a joke."
"Detective, I'm not so sure you have it all figured out."
"And what don't I see Kid?" he questioned. "You're always playing pranks like this, and even after we've just been shot at... I get that you're on edge, we both are, but that wasn't funny. I didn't—I mean—"
"Do you want it to be a joke?" Kid asked airily and the detective felt his brows furrow. It wasn't like him to get angry over this sort of thing, but it wasn't. Funny.
"Kid, stop—"
"Cuz if you do, I'm all the more willing to forget any of this ever happened and be—"
"Stop," he said, not so much loud as it was powerful. It created a silence that disturbed the room in a much greater fashion than their talking had previously done. Both detective and thief paused.
Kid wasn't something he could dismiss, he knew that. But Shinichi, in all truth, didn't know what he was—who he was. He'd been over this, countless times in his head, over and over but he... He had no way of knowing. He couldn't know what goes on in the other's head, he didn't know him. Well, he did, but not in the way he wanted too. And for all his detective skills this wasn't a conversation he could have with a faceless man. A nameless man, for that matter.
A perfect wildcard. Never making his actions clear enough to be predicted. Shinichi thought he'd been good enough to understand, but now, with this? He wasn't sure who he was to him.
Why was he making him feel this way? Could he even be blamed for it, or was it the detective's own fault?
Shinichi's eyes didn't leave Kid's. Even when he opened his mouth. (The mouth he'd tasted only moments before).
"You see but you do not observe."
Shinichi stopped, further arguments falling silent on his tongue. Kid offered a shy smile.
"Are you really so blind that you're having me quote Sherlock just for you to understand?" he asked, dropping himself into one of the many armchairs littered around the room. Limbs falling lifeless around him, a fair change from the tenseness before. "And I thought I was supposed to be the weird one," he mumbled.
"Understand what?" Shinichi was far from amused. (He was more confused than ever, in fact).
"Oh, I don't know maybe the fact that I—" he stopped, words caught at the back of his throat. Shinichi's eyes widened.
"That you what, Kid?"
Kid stood up until he was walking with purpose towards him, Shinichi backed up unknowingly into the wall. "If it were any easier, I'd have said it years ago but I—"
The door slammed open and two pairs of blue eyes flew to the intruder. Takagi was panting, and his eyes were frantic, holding a piece of paper between his hands. The blush on his face upon seeing the two would've been more apparent had he previously not been flushed and Shinichi took that moment to push Kid off of him. Or where he was near him anyway.
Takagi swallowed. "Kudou-kun, they have—"
Shinichi made his way to the outstretched hand almost immediately, offering him a white piece of paper that his eyes read so fast, his mind could barely catch what it was actually saying. He met Takagi's eyes anyways.
"They have Ran-san," the man finished.
Shinichi folded the paper back in his hands and made his way for the door.
Focused eyes making themselves clear to all occupants of the room. "Then we'll be sure to get her back."
Kaito watched as his detective's eyes darkened. They'd moved to the conference room, where Shinichi could think alone in peace, and await the officers who were gathering evidence and members. The thief being ever so loyal had followed.
He watched as pale skin tensed, and fingers tightened around a note so simply plain, yet severely impactful in its importance.
He'd only ever seen him like this once and that had been four years ago.
It was too early for him to look like that again. To have that look on his face, as if his eyes had seen much more than what should've been appropriate for his age. Even outside the body of a seven year old he pulled that look off frighteningly well.
The detective's body was positioned away from him, sitting in a desk chair so he was still close but just far enough away that the note wasn't visible. Kaito stood leaned up against the wall adjacent him. What did it say? Was it just a notice of Mouri-san's capture or more than that? The detective hadn't dismissed anything thus far—hadn't said anything to be exact, and Kaito knew that had to mean something less than appealing.
He snuck around and tried for a glance. The detective shifted again, folding the note back and putting it in his pocket.
"You shouldn't read letters that aren't addressed to you, Kai," he scolded, but something in his tone told the thief that the reason was much more than that. He was deliberately hiding something. He also knew that he was trying to lighten the mood.
So he did have a plan.
"Oh!" he gasped, "so that's why Hakuba didn't like me going through his mailbox!" The thief snapped his fingers with all the falsity he could muster. "Should've known. I would've woken up every Sunday if that were the case."
Shinichi chuckled. "I'm assuming my missing mail was you too, then?"
"Nonsense!" he proclaimed, moving closer with each word and towards the detective's back. If he could just reach his coat jacket then maybe... "The only mail I ever took from you was replaced with an identical copy, and you'd never know which was which," he finished proudly.
The detective huffed. "You're a heathen against post officers." (He was too calm).
"Why thank you."
The door opened and in poured a group of officers scurrying from chair to chair. Some gave him interesting looks, but Kaito paid them no heed—the note he'd taken a picture of securely back in the detective's pocket. He was now focused on the way the detective tensed, and straightened his posture (even though his back had already been perfectly straight). The last to enter were Takagi-keiji and Megure-keibu.
Kaito took to leaning back against the wall.
"Kudou-kun?" Takagi asked, sparring a glance in Kaito's direction. He gave him as innocent a smile as he could muster.
"It's fine, she'll hear everything anyways," Shinichi replied. Kaito felt pride well up inside him, a deep heat pool in his stomach. His detective knew him too well and for that fact alone he could smile happily with glee. "Please continue."
Kaito leaned back as they talked, only catching the important bits as he'd been taught, and only keeping a keen eye on his detective lest the man slip up or allow him access to more information regarding the mysterious note.
The whole thing was one big code. A well thought out code. An unrecognizable code without the history behind it.
Was this what it felt like being on the other end of things? Was this karma's way of making him feel like Hakuba?
Shinichi's sudden gasp brought him from his thoughts.
"I know who it was. It was him, it had to be him!" Shinichi stood up and looked an officer directly in the eyes ordering a specific piece of files be brought to the room. He returned his attention to Takagi as he sat back down, but spared a glance at Kid as well. "Years ago I was involved in a case—a case that occurred just after I came back." Post-Conan, got it. "Not murder, but theft. At least that's how it started. It turned out to be the bad kind shortly afterwards but it involved... it involved a woman and her sister who were planning on stealing their father's inheritance. An inheritance that had been going to an unnamed third party. The sister who'd forced him into the signing was my first suspect—a member of the household had heard of my return and asked for my help in looking into the suspicious activity, but I..."
"The Takahashi case," an officer offered, dropping a pile of folders on the desk in front of the inspectors.
"That's it. Sango Takahashi, the suspect I confronted confessed but I'd had no clue about the other sister. I hadn't thought..."
"Hitomi Takahashi was involved just as much as the older sister," Kaito finished. All eyes turned on him. "With Sango-san going behind bars for attempted fraud, Hitomi-san had every means necessary to finish the job and get revenge, just using a different method." The detective looked stunned, as did the rest of the rooms occupants, but he simply raised an eyebrow. "I read the news too you know." (He kept out the part about "only Shinichi related news").
"The third party," Takagi said, all too cautious as he was enlightened. Shinichi nodded.
"Hitomi-san set about murdering Akemi Ito—illegitimate child to Hisao Takahashi, who was the father of all three children and the chooser of the inheritance." Shinichi averted his eyes from the crowd of officers, and instead stared down at his hands. "Two days later both Ito-san and her mother were found murdered in their homes. A day after that, Hitomi-san was arrested and Hisao-san was found hanging in his study after having killed himself."
Megure-keibu picked apart the files and nodded, head held just as low as Shinichi's. "Sango-san was released from prison two years ago and found hanging in her bedroom, declared a suicide... It's the man you'd spoken to, isn't it?"
Shinichi inhaled and Kaito struggled when the detective's shoulders fell from their square stature. He breathe out. "The inheritance went to the husband of the deceased, Kanemaru Ito. Ran's kidnapper."
A whisper of murmurs flooded the room before a clear toned voice broke through the haze. "How do you know it's him?" Sato-keiji asked.
Shinichi's smile afterwards was crooked and pained and the most unappealing smile Kaito had had the pleasure of seeing from him thus far.
"The note says it all."
The note had been very clear of what the perpetrator wanted. Or clear enough to relay the hidden message underneath it all, at the very least.
There were only so many words for "threat" until it became clear that a certain amount of words were needed to make the alternative objective surface.
He knew Shinichi was smart enough to understand it. What the kidnapper hadn't banked on, and Shinichi as well for that matter, was that another would understand it even faster in the amount of time it took for him to catch a peek. Kid cornered him in the men's washroom.
"I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to be in here."
Kid laughed. (Something fake and forced). "And I'm pretty sure if all it took was a sign to stop me from trespassing, I'd have been caught years ago, detective."
He could tell Kid was looking at him through the mirror. Shinichi feinted a glance over at the thief and this time his eyes didn't miss the way his dress was cut up at the bottom, his makeup running in spots all across his face. His hair falling in loose strands from its updo.
"You think it's not obvious what you're doing," he continued. The detective proceeded to switch his shoes into one's of a more stronger caliber.
"I think it's not obvious to anyone but you, but nobody knows me like you do, do they?" He wiped a hand along his face, expression scrunching with it. "That came out wrong."
"You've been threatened detective. I think it's best you proceed cautiously with this one—"
"I was cautious when he first tried to shoot you, Kid. And now he has Ran," he bit back the laugh that threatened to slip, "I'm furious," he said instead.
"Take someone with you then—"
"'Take anyone with you and she'll pay the cost', I'm not that stupid, Kid." He sighed and dropped himself down to lean against the counter, looking into the mirror and all the specs of water laying dormant around the glass. "I also know there has to be another way. That hasn't changed."
"Then let me help."
Kid had moved closer, taking place just beside him as he leaned his back against the counter in a nonchalant fashion. Everything always looked so easy for him. (Sometimes Shinichi wondered how he did it).
"I'm not getting a civilian involved in my problems," he answered.
"A civilian?" Kid looked severely offended (as severe as fake could be). "You'd think me," he pointed to himself, "the magician under the moonlight, a mere civilian?"
Shinichi rolled his eyes.
"Tantei-kun if I may object your claim with a claim of my own," he brought the detective's face towards his with a tilt of his chin, his long nails prickly on the skin. "I'm a criminal—much less a civilian. And I'll have you know that my powers go beyond those of your average citizen."
"You think that'd make me any more willing to bring you along?"
"Oh I'm sure it would. After all," he smirked, "I'm your greatest ally thus far."
"I'm pretty sure that title goes to the FBI. Hell maybe even Hattori—"
"It was a figure of speech."
"—Haibara too..." he met Kid's eyes again, falling speechless for just a second before reality made itself clear in the vibrations of his pocket—ringing heard against his side. Mind made up, he reached in his pocket to grab for his phone and shook his head. "The answer's still no, Kid."
Kid's lazy grin made a comeback just as he accepted the call. "It was worth a try anyways, detective."
Kaito looked down at his work and smiled.
A good amount of duck tape always seemed to do the trick. Although it was one of his less sanitary options—toilet seat bound with little in ways of movement—he'd make sure nobody found the detective at least. He cradled the phone to his ear.
"Kudou-kun we've made plans to search the districts you've mentioned, but are you sure there's nothing else to be done? The note said—"
"I'm fully aware of what the note said inspector, but this is what has to be done," he finished, alternating his voice the bit needed to sound like the sleeping detective in front of him. The man on the other end of the phone swallowed, but seemed to agree. He smiled.
"Alright, we'll begin searching right away."
"Good, I'll update you if I think of anything else."
He hung up the cell, and twisted off another roll of tape to place it cleanly on the detective's mouth. He knew his sleeping gas normally lasted close to two hours, but with this drug prone detective he could never be so sure.
Making sure to look both ways before exiting, Kaito closed the stall door behind him and clicked the lock on the bathroom door as to not be disturbed.
He started on removing the extensions, leaving only his regular set of curls in an even more unruly state than ever, and unzipped his dress. It dropped to the ground in a heap of blue leaving only a thin black corset and all the appropriate feminine undergarments in its wake. He folded everything in a neat pile, pleased at the sparkling silver bra placed on top and similarly left it in the detective's lap.
He exchanged those with the detective's button down, suit jacket, and pants, but left the undershirt and boxers—the detective had to be found in some condition after all and he'd rather it not be without decency. (Not unless he was the one doing the finding).
Lastly he left a kiss on his cheek with the same red lipstick, and a note in his boxers, clicking the stall door in place and locking it from the inside. He stuck an out of order sign on for good measure.
The thief washed the makeup off from his face, smudging the eyeliner just the tiniest bit to narrow his eyes and applied a little more contour to detail his cheekbones. His lashes were already curled with mascara and so he simply thinned them out, separating the clumps for a flawless Shinichi look. Of course, he'd need a lot more gel if that was going to match with his hair. Smoothing his hair down with the finishing touches, he grabbed the shoes the detective had left on the counter, and swung his suit jacket over each arm.
After learning of the story behind it, the note had made itself very clear. The words chosen were unsettling, directed directly at Shinichi as if it was a one sided conversation. Kaito suspected the detective knew the killer because he'd had fronthand experience in talking with this man, Megure had said so himself.
His phone—rather the detective's—rang again, this time from an unknown number. It startled him from his thoughts, and he took his time running a hand through his hair again before putting the phone back towards his ear.
"This is Kudou," he answered.
"And you're exactly the guy I've been waiting to talk to!" A dry toned voice called from the other side. Kaito blanked. "Did you get my note?"
He didn't say anything but the man on other end laughed regardless.
"I'll take that as a yes then. I'm assuming that you've already double checked that Mouri-san is indeed in my possession, so I'm not going to bore you with the details." Kaito heard muffled screaming from the other side (most likely Ran-san if he'd have to hazard a guess). "Instead," he continued, "I'm going to give you an address. You're going to show up alone, and we'll discuss Ran's release, does that sound fair to you."
"The fact that you took her in the first place doesn't sound fair at all, but I'll stand to be a player in your game," he bit back, as calm as he could.
The man laughed on the other end, long and unabashed. "My, my, you seem to be changing character detective. Did something happen while you were gone for four years?"
"I just learned that a face isn't always what you see it to be, Ito-san."
"Clever detective," he said, mocking. Kaito's teeth had started to clench. "But I'm sure anyone could've figured that out if they looked at the survivors from the case. Motive, alibi... that sort of thing, ne?"
"Then you want to be caught."
"I just want my wife back," Ito said quickly, as if it was the easiest thing to say. Kaito imagined he'd had four years to think about it. "But if that can't happen, then I'll get the next best thing. Have a nice day, detective."
The other end of the line went dead, and a ping notified him of an incoming text message—the address. Kaito snuck another glance at the stall before unlocking the door and exiting quietly.
He arrived at the front desk seconds later with a smile as charming as he knew the detective was when he didn't even know it.
"Hello again Mira-chan, I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of the station's garage, I'm looking for a new set of wheels. A two wheeler preferably."
The secretary blushed and gave him a shy smile of her own. "Four wheels are in parking lot, and bikes should all be in the building beside it. But you've never shown interest in that sort of thing before, Shinichi-kun?" Kaito gave her his best smirk.
"Well, there's a first time for everyone, Mira-chan."
He winked and left it at that, leaving a stuttering secretary behind him as he headed off to find himself a police issued motorcycle.
He'd be the one to get her back.
