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A.N: One out of the two demon/angel AU I have. I seriously love wing fics. Of course, I would love a fic where KID is found with wings, and Kudou has to figure out exactly how to help him when his wings are in a disarray and KID doesn't quite know how to use them after hiding them away for so long. Maybe next time. Also, as advanced warning, #20 is really messed up. Of late, I feel like I've lost motivation for KaiShin.
"It's what you might call a little territorial dispute. A pain in the ass, but there we go. Barely anything to concern yourself with, meitantei."
Kid's face hovers above him, a pleasant smile on his lips. Beneath them, the city is asleep, awash with lights from commercial buildings, bright ribbons of traffic weaving through the darkness to form an elaborate map. Shinichi swallows, and tightens his grip on Kid's arm around his chest.
He'd been chasing Kid on a heist, and then it had all went to hell in a handbasket when he got to the roof. Literally.
Kid doesn't seem to be bothered by the cold, holding onto his hat by the wide brim before the wind could snatch it from his head. Behind him, strong, pristine white wings keep him in the air, a soft radiance coming off of his glossy feathers. He should have looked ridiculous, what with three pairs of them, paired together with his ridiculous white suit and equally ridiculous top hat, but Kid wore it well and only looked ridiculously put together. Against the night sky, he looked like an angel.
Shinichi knows better than to mistake him for one.
"To think that you were hiding in plain sight." Shinichi licks at his chapped lips nervously, hands still clutching onto the thief - no demon's wrist. "That's bold."
"Shows that you don't know me well." Kid - because Shinichi needs time to come to terms with the fact that the faint traces of magical signature he's felt for the past two years in the district belongs to Kaeim, who was also Kid, the criminal he'd been chasing around like a headless chicken for nearly the same amount of time - says cheerfully. Shinichi scowls, then lets out a terrified yelp when the grip around him loosens, blunt fingernails clawing at his hand.
"Don't drop me," Shinichi warns, palms sweaty against Kid's wrists, heart hammering in his chest.
"So you are the one assigned to Beika." He feels a cold nose against his neck, then yelps again when it is quickly replaced by a hot, wet tongue. "They never give up, do they? I've barely felt you around. You still smell good, though - whatever there is left beneath this human disguise of yours."
He can't help the shudder that escapes him when teeth scrape over his pulse. Kid gives a throaty chuckle, then folds his wings, plummeting them downwards a few feet before snapping them open again to halt mid-air immediately. It was enough for Shinichi to develop a cold sweat, eyes screwed shut, spine stiff with fear.
"An angel that can't fly? My, my." Kid tuts from over his shoulder. "How very… human."
"Shut up," Shinichi snaps, on edge from the fright. "What, now?" The faint signatures he's felt from the other lower class demons are gone, clearly erased when Kid had thrown out the netting spell. He didn't stick around to see, seeing as he'd been busy falling off the ledge of a roof. Now, all he feels is Kid, a powerful thrum of energy in his teeth and bones, only kept in check by Kid's apparently iron restraint.
"Oh, I'll think of something," Kid says absently, and Shinichi tries not to feel unsettled about how vague his answer is. Point: he tries.