—Atawazu?—

The sun was rising.

Shinichi sighed and turned away from the window next to his bed, eyes following the shapes the rising sun made against the indigo lighted room. He hated it when insomnia struck; it made getting up and going through the day much harder.

But something was bothering him and he didn't know what.

Groaning, the young detective swung himself upright, rubbing his eyes and yawning. Setting his feet on the floor, he stared at the wall listlessly, trying to will his mind to let him pass out. It wasn't working. Giving something like a growl, he stood up and made his way across the room, opening the door carefully so it didn't squeak. He shared a hall with Kaito (and Hattori, but he went home for a week to soothe Kazuha) and didn't want to chance waking the magician up so early.

Not bothering to close his door, he went to the bathroom. Flicking the light switch on, the detective glanced at his reflection, taking in the mused hair and slightly dark shadows under his eyes; he lifted his lips in a wry smile. For the briefest of moments, he swore he saw a flash of a younger face with too old eyes and glasses to hide behind.

He didn't have those glasses anymore; left them for Kid at one of his heist scenes. Shinichi's heart thumped almost painfully at the thought of Kid.

"Meitantei-san… where is Edogawa Conan?"

"This conversation isn't over, Meitantei-san."

"I'll find out, you know. I'll find out about Tantei-kun."

Taking a deep breath, he let it out in a whoosh and then filled the sink with cold water. Not hesitating, he dunked his face in the freezing water, hissing out air bubbles before coming back up, his fringe dripping. The shock woke his mind up a little more and got rid of the tightness on his face.

Rubbing a hand down the side of his cheek, Shinichi continued to stare at the mirror, watching the way his eyes moved, glinted in the light. We look remarkably alike, he thought blandly, seeing Kaito in himself. I wonder if that's narcissism…

Snorting, and accidently snorting some dripping water, the detective muttered something under his breath and picked up the hand towel to dry his face.

Yawning, Shinichi left the bathroom to go outside, not caring that he was still in his pajamas. The privacy fence would keep people from seeing, and the only people who bother looking over was Agasa and Ai.

Ai…

The detective plopped down on the back porch, eyes closed and listening to the chirping birds. He wondered how Haibara was doing—they hadn't seen each other since he left for America a week after getting his real body back. He'd already been back for three months.

I should visit her… see how she is…

…and maybe make sure she hasn't tried to kill Vermouth…

Vermouth. Shinichi cringed both inwardly and outwardly. He hated thinking about the woman who had been his mother's best friend (and still was, actually, despite everything). Not just because she was a part of the Black Organization, but also because—

"What are you doing up so early?"

Shinichi turned his head, blinking in surprise at seeing Kaito standing in the doorway. The younger teen was wearing pajamas too big for him, and looked suitably ruffled; Shinichi thought it was cute.

"Good morning." He murmured. Kaito yawned and came to sit next to him, sleepy eyed and looking at everything with unawake boredom.

"Hey," he said back. "What're you doing up at…5:30?"

"Couldn't sleep." Shinichi rose a brow at him, "What about you?"

"Had to go to the bathroom and saw your door opened. Got curious." He muttered, leaning onto Shinichi's shoulder. "What's bothering you?"

"Nothing."

"Pfft. Yeah right."

The detective frowned. "How would you know, anyway? You didn't even know who I was when you first came here."

Kaito paused. "I'm getting my memories back."

"Yeah?" He asked, feeling uneasy. Just what was the other remembering?

"Mhm…" Sleepy indigo eyes gazed up at him with a flicker of mischievousness. "Danna."

Shinichi flushed instantly and coughed. "Uh… yeah… so you remember that, huh?"

"Yup." The younger teen paused again, looking up at the detective curiously. "Does it bother you?" He asked softly.

"What? No, why? Er… should it? I mean, does it bother you? That'd be understandable seeing as it was so many years ago…" He was rambling, and had no idea what he was saying. Fantastic.

"…so we could just, you know, forget…" he continued. And then got cut off from the embarrassed drivel.

By Kaito's lips.

Who, Shinichi thought blurrily, had found time to brush his teeth before he came looking for him.

It was a rather short kiss, and not extremely passionate—a touch of lips, a flick of a tongue, then pulling back. Shinichi hadn't even known he had closed his eyes until he opened them. Kaito was smiling, though there was apprehension and anxiety darkening his eyes.

"…or we don't have to forget at all…" He muttered, still dazed. The younger let loose a chuckle.

"Yay. I'm glad we came to that decision."

Shinichi smiled and leaned against the porch post, while Kaito leaned against him. Then he sighed. "There's a heist tonight." He muttered.

"Is that what was bothering you?" His tone was odd, but the detective shrugged it off.

"Not really. I anticipate them, mostly." It didn't occur to him how strange that sounded until a second later. "Er…"

Kaito smirked. "Unhuh? He's a challenge?"

"He's… different." Shinichi said after a moment. "He doesn't steal to be cruel…he doesn't intentionally hurt people…well, okay, he doesn't hurt his taskforce, or myself… there was one time he dropped a bucket on my suspect's head. 'M still trying to figure out why he was there…" Shaking his head, the detective continued, "He doesn't do it for greed, and…not even fame."

Kaito was silent. Slowly, carefully, he asked, "How do you know?"

"Because… every time we face each other, he stares at the jewel in his hand and there's only hope, but there's also dread. He taunts me to take it back, but underneath that tone is the fear I'll succeed…and the fear I won't. He loves the challenge, the rush…but what he's doing, he doesn't want to. No, that's not right…he likes stealing, he likes keeping the police on their toes, likes keeping me on my toes…he just doesn't like how it came…maybe."

Kaito was staring at him with an unreadable look. Shinichi shifted uncomfortably. "But that's just me. I'm sure Nakamori-keibu has a different opinion."

The younger teen chuckled.

The older teen hummed a little to himself. "Phantom Thieves are artists who creatively steal their targets, but Detectives don't amount to anything more than critics...who look at the remains and try to find faults." He murmured unthinkingly. Kaito stiffened next to him, and leaned away a little.

"Where did you hear that, Shin-chan?"

Shinichi blinked, then shrugged. "Kid once told me that." He said.

Kaito stared at him, then turned away, frowning.

I never told you that, Shin-chan. I told… Indigo eyes widened, then narrowed. I told that to Tantei-kun…

"C'mon, let's go get breakfast." Shinichi said, standing up and holding a hand out to the younger. Taking it, Kaito was pulled up, lips twitching when the other flushed red.

They walked inside, the young detective humming to himself, while Kaito watched with sharp eyes.

Its impossible…isn't it?

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AN: Yey. Got let off verily early for good behavior. Sorry for the OoCness…again. =__=

I seriously need to get a beta. Any of you bored enough?

Anyway. Sorry for the rushed quality, (again, beta…one day) but I hope it wasn't too much of a disappointment. .__.

Dedicated to Sirius J Potter—Happy late Birthday!