"Geh" Kaito growled to himself, shooting daggers at a teacher passing by. It was lunch time, and he, Aoko and Keiko had been sitting under a tree on school grounds, relaxing and eating lunch when Aoko, feeling that the British Detective must have been feeling lonely, invited him to join them. Akako had invited herself not long after, and they were all sitting around fairly amiliably, just eating and talking.

Aoko snorted, looking vaguely amused. "Don't tell me you're still mad at him."

Keiko blinked, looking much like a puzzled owl behind her glasses. "I think I missed this. What happened?"

"Sensei-" Akako pointed to the passing teacher. "Claims that Kaito put salt in his coffee this morning."

"I get blamed for EVERYTHING." Kaito grumbled. "Even the stuff I don't do."

"It's your reputation." Keiko assured him. He shot her a slightly dour look.

"It's not your fault Sensei misread the labels in the teachers room." Aoko assured her friend. "Besides, you were asleep at the time."

"Rough night?" Saguru asked dryly. He certainly had the bags under his eyes to prove it.

"Bad dreams." Kaito retorted. "You know the one where you're always getting chased?"

"That sensei is always jumping to conclusions" Keiko mused thoughtfully. "Some of the students want to knock his toupee off."

Kaito brightened. "Really?"

"Kaito..." Aoko shot him a glare. "Behave." He shrugged, his expression fading into one of bored innocence.

"Heh." Akako snickered. "With the cheap toupee tape he uses, a small hit would be enough to send it flying."

"Kaito-kun's aim is good enough." Keiko commented.

Saguru snorted disdainfully. "He couldn't hit the broad side of a barn."

"Talking about yourself again?" Kaito drawled.

"Ha."

Kaito's grin turned mischievous. "Bet you couldn't do it."

"Do what?" Saguru's eyebrow raised.

Kaito mimicked a flicking motion with his spoon. "Knock his toupee off."

"I could." Saguru defended himself. "I just fail to see the purpose in it."

"To knock the toupee off, of course." Keiko said easily. Aoko sighed and shook her head as Akako snickered.

Saguru looked dignified, holding up a fork laden with mash potatoes in mock demonstration. "I fail to see the purpose in the loading one's utensil up with food and flicking it like some sort of immature child-"

:: flick ::

His finger slipped and the mash potatoes on the fork went flying.

Right towards the teacher.

:: SPLAT! ::

The group stared in shock as the splatter of mashed potatoes began to drip off the teachers face. Except for Hakuba who was staring at the spoon in his hand is if it were a bloody weapon a murder had just pressed into his hands before fleeing a particularly morbid crime scene.

Saguru was the first to speak. "Oh... bugger."

"You know, I looked up what that means." Kaito commented conversationally. "Are you sure you want to be saying that?"

Aoko glared and whapped him upside the head. He mock-grimaced and rubbed his head where she had hit him.

"Really?" Keiko asked, taking the distraction. "What does it mean?"

"It means that he's got a potty mouth." Kaito said promptly.

"I always thought it had something to do with insects." Keiko mused.

"Sensei's coming this way." Aoko commented, looking nervous. Saguru made a choked squeaking sound.

Akako chuckled. "It means he's screwed, Keiko-chan."

Kaito nodded vigorously. "That's one way of putting it." He agreed.

"Huh." Akako made a bored sound. "Sensei doesn't look happy." Saguru whimpered.

"Translation?" Keiko pressed.

The teacher clearing his throat behind them cut off the explanation. "AHEM."

They looked up. "Kuroba-kun..." The teacher glared down at the magician, mashed potatoes dripping off his nose. "You wouldn't happen to have done this, would you?" It was not a question.

Saguru paled, slowly dropping his fork back into his bento box. Kaito looked up, radiating innocence. "No sir, I did not." He replied bluntly.

"He didn't." Aoko backed him up. The British detective stared at her with wide amber eyes. The teacher blinked, surprised as well. Aoko was not known for hiding her friends mischievous pranks, especially from teachers.

Akako held a hand out, looking up as if checking for rain. "Maybe it was a bird." Saguru twitched.

Kaito made a production of patting himself down and checking his pockets. "Mine are all present and accounted for."

"Birds do not..." Sensei trailed off, noticing Saguru was the only one eating mashed potatoes out of the group. And there was no way the proper and polite British Detective would ever do something so blasé. "Hn." With a final glare, he turned and stalked off, muttering dark things under his breath.

Saguru looked like he was about to faint at any second, a white knuckled grip on his fork.

"So what does it really mean?!" Keiko prodded Kaito.

Kaito ignored the question as he turned towards Saguru, an evil grin lighting up his features.

"You missed."

-fin-

-and that's it from us for a while. We're off ta Tokyo!