Disclaimer: I don't own Detective Conan or Magic Kaito.
Note on "Saturday" Above This Chapter: I realize that I'm a full 2 days off on this already. To clear up any confusion, days will be posted to keep track of school and days off, among other things.
Saturday.
Shinichi and Kaito's wolds collided the next day, when the detective woke up to a pair of duplicate, murderous glares.
"Shinichi, what ever happened? You outright missed school for two days straight, I couldn't get a hold of you either, your mom was worried sick, and you are you really going out with someone?! Shinichi, I know I'm not always there, but at least consider telling one of your best friends what's going on!"
"Oi, you're Kudo-san, aren't you? Well mark my words; if you break Kaito's heart, I'll break your arm! And your nose! And...! And...!"
The great detective immediately deduced that this was not a dream (the demolished doors he could see coming to his room were kind of a dead giveaway), and proceeded to reply in a most mature fashion.
"Of course I couldn't talk to you, I was taking care of someone! And I don't know if I'm dating Kuroba; it's really up to him! And you - you're Aoko, aren't you? I'm not trying to be a heartless player! Why does everyone automatically assume the worst of me, anyway?"
Then he explained the situation to both of them. Apparently, Nakamori-san had run off with the wrong information, and Ran just decided to be sisterly that day. Goodness, no matter how much psychology he knew, people were still rather baffling at times. Always getting worked up over one thing or another...
...this rather reminded him of someone he used to know... the image of a white shape against darkness came into his head. No, he mustn't think of that. Best to push all that away.
Shinichi found that he was too embarrassed to go to his kohai house after... everything he found out about himself... and that strange emotion that hung in the air...
He ended up visiting anyway, bringing along his left-over homework.
"Hello, Kuroba. Feeling better yet?" he asked, by way of greeting when his shocked kohai answered the door.
"Ah... yes! Sorry about... that... and... um..."
"It's fine, you don't have to apologize. I needed a break from all the cases anyway, and they never seem to come when I'm around you."
"Mind explaining...?"
It seemed as if Kuroba was quite perplexed and curious to the point where he forgot to be nervous. Personally, Shinichi found himself liking this side to his kohai the best.
"It's a detective thing... cases come to us pretty much every day. I remember on the 14th, there were several murders and then..."
"...You really don't need to say more about... that... but feel free to spend time here, if you don't want to go trough all that... or something...!"
"Oh yeah, today Nakamouri-san came over. She told me all sorts of stories about you...!"
"!"
Shinichi laughed at Kuroba's defeated expression. His kokai sighed.
"How humiliating..."
"Hey it's fine."
Maybe it was just the odd silence, but the conversation soon turned again.
"Erm... I'm really sorry... for that... incident with those... and spreading rumours that we're dating..."
"Ah that? It's okay... besides, you're the one who decides what exactly our relationship is, this month, right? I'd like you to stop those stalking tendencies though... it'd be much better if you came out in the open to eat lunch with me instead, don't you think?"
"Thanks..."
And that night, roses posed, basking the the drops of moonlight dancing through the sky. They looked lovely, had anyone, let alone themselves, seen them.
AN: I'm honestly about to pass out... this is probably a disadvantage to literally moonlighting as an FF author. Reviewing is caring!