014. Green.

If it was humanly possible for skin to be come green, that's exactly the color Sonoko Suzuki's face, maybe her whole body, would be. As it was, her face was bright red with anger as she shouted her rather volume endowed lungs out at Conan. The miniature detective had clamped in his hands down on his ears in a rather desperate attempt to ward some of the damage that was sure to be caused by the banshee's extremely high-pitched shrieks. Not even the attempts of one Ran Mouri, said banshee's best friend, could lessen the girl's ire. Why was she screeching her head off at him anyway?

"What makes HIM so special?" Sonoko had jabbed her finger in his direction, as if it weren't completely obvious whom she was talking about. "Why was he singled out? What has he done to get such recognition from my beloved Kid-sama? Why does HE get a note, a personal invitation to the next heist from Kid-sama when I haven't gotten so much a puny, dime store Valentine's Day card?"

Ah, yes, the heist note. It had been delivered in the mail early that day, the morning after his talk with Ran about how he had come out of his "depression" just so happened to be the morning of Valentine's Day. He hadn't even known it was Valentine's Day at that point. Addressed to him by name only and in a pure white envelope, Conan had had no idea what was inside and opened it in full view of Ran and Sonoko on their daily walk to school. Neither of them had been very interested in it until he'd let out an involuntary squeak and blushed bright red. Of course, that definitely caught their attention, seeing as that was the most emotion they'd seen out of him in a week. Unfortunately, the instant they moved to read over his shoulder, Sonoko's vocal assault had started.

Now, they were in the police station, Inspector Nakamori reading a printed out copy of the note as Conan had refused to part with the original despite all heckling, screaming, threatening, and eventual begging on the inspector's part. Kid had given him a valentine damn it. Even if it wasn't of a romantic nature, at this point, the shrunken teen was more than willing to take what he could get. The attention from Kid had instantly brightened his mood, like he was a blushing schoolgirl, but he didn't care. The thief was paying attention him, and the note was his. If he could withstand pitch and volume from Sonoko, he could outlast volume and language from Inspector Nakamori. Of course, the few times the inspector had slipped up, he'd earned rather heated glares from Ran for not watching his language around a child. Either way, Conan stubbornly refused to let go of the notice, and no one wanted to rip the thing apart. So, they'd taken a picture of it and let the not child keep his note.

Well, actually, Inspector Nakamori was all for ripping it apart and taping it back together just to get it away from the "damn brat" but was stopped by the immovable mountain that was Ran. She had noticed that Conan had perked up quite a bit after getting the note. He'd actually managed a little smile, and no one could get around big sister Ran protecting her little brother Conan, especially not after what had been going on for the last week. That was one of the many things he'd forever be grateful to her for.

"SHUT UP!" Someone's voice had finally broken through the banshee shrieks and forced them to fade off into the distance. Of course, that someone was Inspector Nakamori. Conan really didn't know anyone else who could rival that girl's lungs other than the inspector, and he wasn't sure he really cared to. Thrusting the printed copy into Conan's face, he growled, "Explain."

Conan couldn't do anything but squeak as his face flushed in embarrassment and he read the note once more. On one side, there was an ordinary heist note, with a riddle that would tell them the date, time, and target. However, there was a little something extra on the other side. It was this side that was thrust into his face and the reason Sonoko had been yelling at him.

To my dear Tantei-kun:

I've noticed that as of late, my favorite critic has not been himself. So, I thought I'd deliver a little puzzle, a mystery if you will, to my favorite detective as a small Valentine's Day gift. And you don't need to wait the traditional month to return the favor. Instead, I'd be much obliged if you would be so kind as to inform the police as to when and where my next heist was going to be. Of course, at this point, I am compelled to extend to you a personal invitation to attend my heist. I've heard my opinion very much matters when it comes to these things, and I do so enjoy the games we play. Until my heist then.

-Kaitou Kid

"Well, Kid keeps an eye on his detectives, doesn't he?" Conan squeaked out. "Everyone knows that. He's just trying to cheer me up."

"And why would he feel the need to cheer you up, hmm? Why would he consider a child an actual detective?" Nakamori growled at him, and the note that was thrust into his face was replaced by the inspector's glare. They were now far too close for Conan's comfort, and the shrunken teenager tried to back away. However, the inspector followed for a it until he was stopped by Ran and a karate chop to the head.

"Leave Conan-kun alone!" she almost shouted, but she kept her volume in check for the sake of Conan's ears. "He's only been helpful, brought the Kid note straight to the police. If he knew anything more about the thief, he would've told you already. And he's always helping out at crime scenes. As for why Kid might want to cheer him up, well, that's none of your business."

"Then, he should be able to tell us where and when the next heist is," Nakamori growled back. "If the note was meant for him."

Glaring at the inspector, Ran viciously plucked the printed copy out of his hand and snarled at him. "He probably hasn't even had time to read and think about it yet. What with all the screaming and yelling," then she leveled another glare at him. "And cursing."

Nakamori had the good graces to look at least a bit ashamed as Ran turned to the not child with her best big sister smile and said, "Conan-kun, I'm going to read the note aloud and you're going to tell me if you can think of anything, okay?"

"Okay Ran-neechan," Conan replied with a small smile and an expression filled with relief. Ran's smile grew when she saw that and began reading.

"At the house where bad luck reigns

The light of Italy is born

On the sea of green, it happens thrice

The Divine manages to catch the net

But fails to grasp the world

A dove will snatch from its perch

The Bringer of Truth

And bring it home to its next

Remember my favorite critic

This one is just for you

-Kaitou Kid."

"Hmm," Conan said as he thought about what the thief knew about him and how that might relate to the note. After a few minutes of thinking, a light bulb came on in his head, and the miniature detective smiled as he said, "I know when the heist is going to be! On February 18th."

"And how do you know that?" Inspector Nakamori demanded quite loudly, earning another karate chop from the smiling Ran. She would be damned if she let some stupid, overzealous police officer steal her little Conan-kun's smile.

"Because that is Roberto Baggio's birthday," Conan answered. "He's an Italian soccer player known as the Divine Ponytail. He's the only Italian to ever score a goal in three World Cups. But those three times, his team never won first place."

"That makes sense," Ran said encouragingly. "Can you think of anything else?"

"Nuh-uh," Conan replied shaking his head. "Not right now."

"Okay then," Ran said smiling. "Now, let's go have some lunch and get you to school. I called your teacher and told her you would probably be back for afternoon class." As she picked up her young charge and moved toward the door, she looked back at the inspector with a dangerously swee smile and voice said, "We're leaving now. If Conan thinks of anything else, I'll be sure to call. Good-bye."

When she left, Sonoko scampered after her. Nakamori was glued to the spot. He didn't want to let the brat go yet and wanted to punish the blonde banshee somehow, but he was afraid of the karate girl. She was damn scary. Her glare he could handle, but that last smile had sent a cold shiver down his back. If he ever had to deal with her again, it would be too soon.

A/N: Welcome to the end of prompt 14. I hope you enjoyed it and I wish you all a Happy Valentine's Day. Like I've said before, school has started for me, so the updates will probably slow way down. I do hope that I can update soon, but I can't make any promises.