Valentine Treats

It was a sunny Valentine's Day and Kogoro was enjoying every minute of it. Girls. Everywhere and giggling at every little thing. Love was in the air and he loved to watch.

Inevitably, his thoughts turned to his wife. Her face appeared in his mind, every little detail perfection, every flaw missing. Well, she did tend to look pretty strict. And she had this habit of furrowing her brows when she was annoyed. And well, yeah, she was pretty but—

His train of thought was broken by his running into someone. He stumbled backwards while the woman fell to the ground. He automatically held his hand towards her.

"I'm sorry. I should've looked where I was going. Are you alright?"

"Kogoro?" He blinked and looked down into the face of his wife.

"Eri?" She had been nearing a smile but she suddenly became controlled. He felt something inside him crack, just a little.

"I – I apologize. I didn't mean to bump into you." She glanced around for an escape. "I should be going." And, indeed, she turned away from him and started to walk.

"Wait," he started. "Eri…" She stopped and turned to face him. Time to gather your courage, Kogoro. "Want to get some dinner later? I mean, Ran will be out with that Kudo boy all night and I don't feel like—"

"—8. If you're five minutes late, I'm leaving." He smiled, despite himself.

"See you then." He could have sworn he saw a trace of a smile on her face before she turned again and started to leave.

"See you then."

--

"Okay, where is it?"

"Where's what?" She looked genuinely confused, a cause for concern.

"My chocolate, of course," he said, matter of factly. It was Valentine's Day. That equated with Kazuha giving him chocolate. She did every year. Actually, a lot of people gave him chocolate. Kazuha's was the best though. Not that he'd ever tell her that.

"You just assume," she started out, looking at him incredulously, "that because it's Valentine's Day and I'm a girl that I'm going to give you chocolate?"

"Well, yeah."

"You wouldn't eat it, anyway," she muttered.

"What?"

"Nothing. Why don't you just eat the chocolate your fan girls gave you? I'm sure it's delicious." He was started to get annoyed by her antics.

"You know? I wasn't going to but now I think that I will."

"Fine!"

"Fine!" There was much angry glaring, tongues sticking out, and a general argumentative atmosphere. They stalked away from each other.

He found a green-wrapped package on his desk later that day. It honestly was the best chocolate he'd ever tasted.

--

Aoko was used to strange things happening around her. She had been friends with Kaito long enough for that. This was beyond unusual, though.

It wasn't everyday Kaitou Kid notified the police that he was going to steal your chocolate.

--

"So, what can you tell me?"

"Well, Inspector Shiratori, it seems that the chocolate comes from Yumi-san and not Sato-san, as we first suspected."

"Good man. I guess there's little reason to worry then." At that moment, Takagi walked into the break room, surprised to see Shiratori and almost the entire bomb squad discussing something.

"Um, hello. What's going on?"

"Nothing, Takagi. Nothing. Just a case. Don't worry yourself about it."

"Alright … I guess." Slightly creeped out, Takagi went back out to his desk, only to discover something he was sure wasn't there earlier: a package of chocolate. Blushing and now acutely aware of what had been going on in the break room, he picked up the box.

He flicked open the card and smiled, almost relieved, to discover that it was from Yumi. With a growl from his stomach, he decided to have some of it. It was only after the third piece that he realized there was something else in the box. Another, smaller box similarly wrapped but with another card attached. A little confused, he opened the card.

Pretty sneaky, huh? Happy Valentine's Day!

Love, Miwako

If the chocolate did nothing, then the signature was enough to turn him red. He snuck the package into his briefcase and started to plan something for White Day.

Shiratori frowned at the offending package and got himself a coffee.

--

"What is it?" Ran finally asked him.

"Hmm?" Shinichi returned, lazily.

"You've been watching me all day. What's up?" Mentally, he cursed himself for teaching her how to be more attentive.

"I was just thinking about things," he said. It wasn't a lie; he had been thinking. Wondering if she had made any chocolate and, if so, whom she had given it to. It seemed to him, as they walked home together, that he wasn't the guy. She wasn't carrying anything; her schoolbag looked empty. But hell would freeze over before he let this "case" pass him by.

"Thinking about what?" A pink blush appeared under her cheeks. He felt himself redden just by watching her.

"Not much," he tried to play off his worry. "Oh, by the way, just curious, you know. Did you make any chocolate this year?"

She giggled at his pout. He noticed that her blush got brighter the more she laughed. Maybe she had forgotten them at home?

"I didn't exactly make chocolate this year," she trailed off. He watched her curiously.

"Did you buy it?"

"Closer," Ran whispered as she pulled something out of her pocket. He blinked as he recognized the container.

"Chocolate lip gloss?" She smiled at his confused expression. For being such a great detective, he could be so dense.

"It's elementary, my dear Shinichi."

"You know," he said, now in Holmes mode, "Holmes never actually said that entire phrase. He said each part separately but—"

She had to admit, this was a much more enjoyable way to get him to stop talking about his favorite detective.

Author's Note: Sorry that's so late. It was written throughout first period this week, as this aid had nothing to do. Still have another fic written I need to post eventually. Mayhaps in a few days. And I honestly don't know why Kaito and Aoko can't break the 200 word barrier in my stories. I guess I need to work on that.