Disclaimer: Detective Conan and Fushigi Yuugi are not mine, no matter how much I wish they were.
After fighting, revelations, and much stubbornness on Shinichi's part, Heiji managed to convince the Detective of the East to tell Ran what he'd told the other Suzaku seishi that morning. The news that Gin was Nakago really shook him, though.
'This is really, really bad,' the Osakan thought. It made sense that some of the Seiryuu seishi would also have been reincarnated, but that the mastermind behind them had been reborn in such a position as Gin's… 'This is really bad.'
'This is really bad,' Kaito thought immediately after he said the sentence. 'Damn, damn, damn! I've got to get better at controlling my no das, no da!' He felt like mentally slapping himself. 'Just did it again!'
He'd been talking with Aoko -flirting, his treacherous brain filled in- and teasing Hakuba, when he'd done it. The 'no da' just slipped in past his guard, and instantly Hakuba had pounced on it.
"What was that you said, Kuroba? Didn't quite catch it." And that look on his face had been so damn predatory that for a moment Kaito could see why there were rumors circulating he and the English detective were in a relationship more than friendly. The teen magician had nearly had a nervous breakdown when a classmate who happened to be a yaoi fan girl (A/N: That's me! XD) had asked him a lot of, um, questions about them.
"Hmm? Why, whatever are you talking about n-Hakuba?" Kaito managed to catch himself just in time. Behind him, Akako chuckled, a low and sultry sound. She enjoyed seeing her little thief struggle like this. The nervousness made him all the more attractive. He was powerful, and a rare moment of vulnerability drew her to him.
Aoko watched the exchange in confusion. Why did it matter what Kaito said? Though it had been rather odd, come to think of it. But honestly, sometimes Hakuba was far too serious. "Oh, ease up!" she scolded the British teen. "I don't get you two, really. You're occasionally like friends, and then other times you're like squabbling children!"
"Oh, ignore them, Aoko-chan," Akako advised the other girl, smirking. "They're merely affirming the other's affections for each other." Hakuba spluttered helplessly, but Kaito grinned.
"Ah, yes, what would I do without my dear, dear Saguru-chaaan?" cooed the messy-haired magician, cupping his rival's chin tenderly. He winked at Aoko out of the corner of his eye, violet twinkling mischievously.
A 'poof' of smoke, and suddenly Hakuba was dressed in a pink tutu, and Kaito was nowhere to be seen. The blonde's face turned so red the two girls thought he might explode.
"Kaitooooo!" he roared. "I'll get you for this!"
"You may wish to withdraw to a more private setting, my dear kokosei-tantei," Akako drawled. Sure enough, they were drawing some rather strange looks from the other occupants of the coffee shop. "A tutu is hardly threatening dress."
Aoko giggled as she looked at her watch. "Oh, I have to go. Otou-san's going to be home early today, so I need to make dinner. See you tomorrow Hakuba-kun, Akako-chan!" The messy-haired girl departed.
I should go as well," Hakuba said stiffly. He turned and also left the company of the sorceress. A perfectly poised eyebrow rose a couple of centimeters.
'Well, I guess I'd better check on my adorable monk,' she thought. Normally she would transport herself to the KID's favorite spot to think, but there was something to be said for manual transportation. Besides, she too needed to think.
A/N: Ah, I just love torturing Hakuba. It's so fun. There will be a little bit of yaoi in this story, but for the most part, I'm sticking to the canon DCMK pairings. Though with reincarnations, this may make for some wacky pairings ^^ And Akako knows something about all this...wonder what. Remember to check out my profile for the fanart for this story, and the Hotohori/Nuriko poll. Thank you to everyone who's born with me thus far; I promise it shan't be in vain!
Preview of the next chapter: "I saw the paper. You caused quite a stir. Or rather, Kaitou KID did," Akako nonchalantly informed him, a small smirk marking her features.
