Kaito pouted, sulking alone in his room. He wasn't sure why, but he was absolutely certain that his Tantei-kun was ignoring him.
Conan wasn't going to his heists.
He wasn't responding to his taunting emails.
He wasn't answering his texts.
He wasn't even picking up the phone when he called.
Edogawa Conan was ignoring Kaitou Kid.
That bastard.
"Kaito? Honey?" His mother called out from somewhere downstairs. "Are you done sulking?"
"No!" He yelled, petulant.
"Too bad, I need help unloading the groceries. Get down here!"
Kaito made a face, but he reluctantly dragged himself out of his bedroom. If he didn't, his mother would find a way to make him regret it.
Conan stared blankly at the air, not really looking at anything. He was quiet, curled up on his old bed, inside his real home – when he used to be Shinichi, at least. Haibara's hit another dead end with the cure and he was just so tried of hoping that something will go right for once.
He really was, and he just wanted to give up – give on Kudo Shinichi. Even Ran was giving up on him, he could see it in her eyes. He should just bury him (Kudo) and move on (Edogawa).
Shinichi was dead, anyway.
That bleak plan might have worked...
Suddenly, his window was swung open, and a figure in white determinedly jumped into his room.
If there wasn't someone in his life that would protest that decision.
"Alright, Tantei-kun, I demand – " Kid paused, staring at his sullen form on the bed with a puzzled frown. Conan merely gave him a disinterested stare in return.
A brief, but lingering, silence filled the room.
Then Kid quietly closed the window, and lightly stepped over to the bed, sitting down next to Conan. A hesitant, gloved hand reached out to touch Conan's head, before uncertainly withdrawing, not sure if the detective wanted to be touched right now.
Probably not.
"...do you want to talk about it?" Kid softly inquired, his earlier indignation forgotten in his concern. Tantei-kun wasn't normally this...shattered, like something inside him was breaking.
It was unsettling.
"Not really, Kid." Conan replied, monotone. Kid winced at the emptiness in his voice.
"Oh..."
There was another period of silence, before Kid let out a quiet breath, decisively reaching out and grabbing the shrunken detective. Conan finally snapped out of his gloom, squawking in protest at being manhandled, but Kid pointedly ignored him, placing the detective in his lap and snuggling him.
"What are you doing? Baro!"
"You need a hug." Kid calmly said, unaffected by Conan's struggling.
"No, I don't!" Conan denied, scowling.
"Yes, you do."
"Don't!"
"Do~!" Kid sing-songed, infuriatingly cheerful.
Conan growled, but he stopped squirming, glowering darkly all the while. He knew that he wasn't going to win – Kid was too damn stubborn once he got an idea into his head.
Kid hummed happily at this, before maneuvering himself so that he could fall backwards onto the bed without hitting the wall.
Conan scowled when Kid hugged him even more closely, but didn't otherwise move, silently fuming.
They stayed like that for a long time, and slowly, very slowly, Conan relaxed into Kid's hold. It was comfortable, and strangely...safe. The detective couldn't really explain why such a feeling was there, but it was peaceful.
Later, when Kid moved over to the window to leave, Conan stopped him.
"Hey...uh, thanks." He mumbled, flushing with embarrassment. "I...yeah." He said, lamely, which made Kid laugh – with genuine amusement, nothing that was mocking.
"Mm, it's no trouble, Tantei-kun. You just needed a hug!" Kid winked, opening the detective's window for his exit. He paused, thinking briefly, before smiling at Conan with a knowing look, letting his intuition guide him. "When you're Kudo again, you can return the favor. It's a promise, ne?"
He grinned at Conan's startled look, before leaving.
"I look forward to it, so don't disappoint me~!"
Conan stared blankly at this, not really watching as he vanished into the night. He frowned, stepping closer to his window sill. Conan was still for a long moment, staring up at the stars. They glimmered encouragingly at him from the sky, tiny bright lights in the darkness. Then his gaze moved to the crescent moon, which was still glowing steadily in the sky. It wasn't a full moon, which made it less special to some, but if he tilted his head slightly, it almost looked like a big grin – like Kid's smile.
Slowly, he smiled back at the moon.
"A promise, huh...?" Conan shook his head, turning away with a thoughtful chuckle. "Maybe."