Chapter 3
By Shyro Foxfeather
Kaito twitched nervously in his seat. A single very hard to miss fact had gone and thwacked him upside the head this morning.
He could hear what people were thinking!
At first he imagined it to be a practical joke everyone got together to construct. Then he realized it wasn't and turned Hakuba's hair burgundy in the process.
Now he sat twitching erratically in his seat at each thought that evaded the privacy of his mind without his consent.
He never knew Keiko was such a depraved soul!
He occasionally fired death glares in Akako's direction every time she felt like taunting him silently. The worst part was he couldn't even reply to her jabs at his self-confidence and ignorance.
It was irritating to say the least. He always could read what people thought by their actions. It was, after all, his expertise to figure out what people would do next. You'd think this ability would make him ecstatic.
Oh on the contrary. He was a thief but this felt like he was totally invading others privacy. It was making him squirm in guilt.
Which Hakuba watched with eagle-like eyes.
Why is Kuroba so twitchy? Honestly, you would think he had fleas or something. Perhaps he is bothered by what I did this morning…
Kaito saw out of the corner of his eye that Hakuba's expression melted down into a guilty one and Kaito shivered. It wasn't that he didn't like Hakuba, but the thought that this was what the solemn yet confident boy thought of him the whole time made him twitch as well.
After School…
"So Kaito, are you still going to the ice cream parlor with us?" Aoko asked. Kaito had been acting strange all day and she was vaguely concerned. She was also worried that he'd chicken out of the occasion the kids had scheduled as a way to celebrate the end of mid-term exams.
"Of course." Kaito blinked, however, Aoko's thoughts told him exactly why she was asking him such a question so he kept silent.
Akako draped her arms around his waist and Kaito jumped, as if he'd been electrocuted, out of her grasp.
"Don't do that!" He shrieked in surprise. The annoying thing about Akako somehow knowing his ability was that she could sneak up on him by remaining thoughtless, or so Kaito assumed.
The whole event had caused Hakuba to glare in jealousy and Aoko to frown then snicker in amusement.
Ice Cream Parlor…
The four students of education sat in one of the booths easily enough. Luckily Kaito sat on the outside next to Aoko. Whilst Hakuba was boxed in by Akako on the other side.
"What flavors do you guys want?" Kaito asked as he'd already been voted as the one to pay this particular visit. Kaito didn't mind… Too much.
Aoko, Akako, and Hakuba voiced their orders and Kaito nodded then trotted off to the service counter. He ordered the ice cream and was alarmed to see a certain customer sitting in a booth across the shop with a lady friend who he knew all too well.
The girl excused herself and walked in the general direction of the womens' bathroom. Kaito felt it would go against all the famous phantom thieves' wishes not to use this opportunity to its full advantage.
"Hey Chibi-chan!" He greeted loudly as he bounced up to the miniature detective. 'Chibi-chan' yelped and the vanilla ice cream cone he was licking had a brief encounter with his nose.
Shinichi Kudo, dubbed Conan Edogawa, labeled Chibi-chan, glared at the magician before grabbing a napkin and wiping the cold white confectionary off his face. Because, to put it plainly, a glare from an eight-year-old boy with ice cream smeared all over his face just didn't cut it.
"What are you doing here?" Conan hissed in a small bout of anger.
Kaito looked around a moment before looking back to the boy. "Apparently I seem to be in the dire need of ice cream seeing as it's the only substance that can defeat the diabolical space ramen."
Conan glared at the obvious sarcasm. Although, his question had been rather stupid considering where they were.
Why me? I get shrunk and then made fun of for it by so many people I've lost count. And now you throw this maniac into the mix just to give me a headache.
"Err…" Kaito began. "If it helps, I never made fun of you for your height. Just for everything else."
He paused.
"Except for, of course, calling you 'Chibi-chan'."
Conan looked startled and then resumed his icy expression.
Was I talking out loud again? I seriously need to stop doing that. It'll get me into trouble someday.
Conan thought this to himself. He made sure of that.
"Yeah it can. But, I don't think you have that problem." Kaito smirked. The woman from the counter called him to alert him that their ice cream was ready. Kaito blinked. "Bai bai, Chibi-chan!" Kaito waved as he walked away.
Ran walked back to the table and immediately dawned a concerned expression. "Shinichi? Shinichi, why are you banging your head on the table? Shinichi?"
Later…
After ice cream, which was an interesting story all in itself, Kaito trudged home. He was exhausted from the late night's heist and the following school day as well.
Jii was the first to welcome him home.
"Welcome home Master Kaito."
"…You really need to stop calling me that, ya know."
Heh heh. I know. But it is a habit and it's the only way I can annoy you without being rude towards you.
"It's rude so stop it, please." Kaito muttered.
"Why Master Kaito, if I didn't know any better I'd say you read my mind!" Jii chuckled nervously.
Kaito turned to him a smirk filled with grim amusement plastered on his face. "I can reeeeaaaad your mind!" He cried with a voice one would expect to come from the mouth of a terrible movie villain. Like Dracula.
Jii blinked before he walked away laughing quietly.
Kaito looked dejectedly at the receding figure. "I wasn't kidding." He pouted with a small voice before walking off to his room to put away his stuff.
Later...
Kaito was lying on his bed with a pillow stuffed over his head as he attempted to prevent thought waves ftom dominating his mind. He also had a headache. When Jii walked in it was approximately 8 o'clock.
"Young Master, you should really get to returning that gem from last night's events soon or Nakamori will think you are not going to give it back." Jii commented.
Kaito grunted in acknowledgement, which was muffled by the pillow.
Jii laughed, again, and left the room.
As soon as Jii left Kaito leapt off his bed and dove into his sock drawer where the jewel was hidden. He slipped on a white glove before picking it out of it's hiding place.
"You! It's been you hasn't it! You're the one giving me this stupid ability and perpetual migraines!" He scolded.
Now that he thought about it, the people from the legend did kill each other and themselves from some indirect invasion. So that's what those bastards meant!
Stupid rock!
Nighttime At The Nakamori Household…
Ginzo Nakamori, a man of a large inappropriate vocabulary, was brushing his teeth. He'd been mulling over the heist for the last couple days and was worried the Kid had gotten injured.
A small 'tap tap tap' interrupted his thoughts. He walked over to the window to see what had disturbed his treasured mouth cleansing ritual.
A little white bag hung there by some wire. Pinned on it was a note with a grinning top hat bearing caricature.
Eye's wide and face turning an angry reddish color, he opened the window and garbed the bag from the wire, which snapped all to eagerly. He grumbled a little and thanked the heavens the thief was at least still alive, so that he could kill him when he got his hands on him.
He unfolded the note and read it with a confused expression on his face. The note was not racked from top to bottom with riddles. It just said, in the same wild scrawl the Kaitou always used:
'I detest this rock.
Do not place such vile things on those nice shiny displays.
Thank you.
Sincerely, The Kaitou Kid.'
Ginzo blinked. Well that was new.
The Following Day…
Kaito had a theory.
A beautiful theory.
A lovely theory.
A sparkly theory.
Covered with pretty hearts and flowers.
And so far it proved to be true.
Since he had returned that icky stone he hadn't heard a single thought that didn't belong to him. And he could once again think straight.
Life was cheery again!
These were his thoughts as he blissfully walked on his way to a place that deserved no such elation.
School.
His cheerfulness lasted until one solitary entity cast a murky downpour upon his delightful parade.
In Hakuba's ever so clear voice, rang out:
I bet he would look appealing in some nice chaps.
And people wondered why Kuroba always tore through hallways and sidewalks screaming like a loon.
Owari
Disclaimer: Chaos, Logic, and myself lay no claim upon Detective Conan and are thus sadly disappointed in our Evil Genius tactics.
Yay! I finished a multi-chapter fan fiction!
Sure I could have made it longer and more thorough, but then I never would have finished it then.
Just call this, three installments of a one-shot or whatever. I was worried I wouldn't finish it. I may write a sequel but for now I leave it as is. The 'Psychic Kaito' Universe belongs to me but I will gladly grant anyone who asks permission to use it. That is, given if someone hasn't already used it before. -o
Anywho, Kaito doesn't like the mind reading thing because it's like everyone around him is talking all at once. And saying things that aren't meant to be heard. So he feels like some sick peeping tom. Plus it gives him a migraine.
I love chaotic endings, don't you?