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Title: KID Killer, Son of Kaitou KID II – The Misery of Kudou Shinichi

Fandom: Detective Conan / Magic Kaito

Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Gosho Aoyama for he created the awesomeness that is Kaitou KID. Ah, and Detective Conan, too. This fanfiction on the other hand is entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.

Tags: m/m, family fluff, humor, fluff

Main Pairing: Kaito/Shinichi

DC/MK Characters: Kudou Shinichi | Edogawa Conan, Kuroba Kaito | Kaitou KID

Own Character of the Next Generation: Kuroba Conan

Summary: Kaito found himself on a rooftop, as Kaitou KID, faced by Conan – his own son – he wished him and Shinichi had been striker parents so the boy wouldn't be sneaking out at night...

KID Killer, Son of Kaitou KID II

The Misery of Kudou Shinichi

"Hello, father," Conan offered him the meanest, nastiest grin.

Kaito made a miserable little noise. Curfew shouldn't be a guideline it should be a law.

"What are you doing here, Conan?" Kaito glared and crossed his arms over his chest.

The young boy tilted his head, looking like an innocent little angel. "I found the riddle and wanted to solve it and when I did, I thought I could surprise you!"

Kaito narrowed his eyes even more. "I feel like the only one who's going to be surprised is aunt Aoko who was supposed to babysit you tonight, young man."

As always, Conan made a face at being called 'young man'. "I know her schedule of checking in on me. She thinks I'm asleep and I estimate that I will be back home before then."

Heaving a deep sigh, Kaito rubbed the bridge of his nose, mindful of his monocle. "Your father is going to actually kill me if he knows you're here, Conan."

Conan offered the most carefree smile at that, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "But I figured it out all on my own! Dad would be proud of me!"

The problem with that statement was that it was absolutely true. Shinichi would be so proud of Conan for cracking Kaito's code. The kid was barely seven years old and already so far ahead of his time. Really... Really reminded Kaito of Shinichi-as-Conan, back in the day.

"Okay, here is what you are going to do," Kaito sighed and straightened up. "You will go downstairs and find Nakamori-keibu and you will obediently wait there until one of us gets you."

His son deflated at that, pouting openly. He had Shinichi's pout, which made it very hard for Kaito to resist. But then he imagined the anger on his husband's face and yup. That was more effective.

"Go. Now," ordered Kaito sternly, pointing toward the staircase.

Someone cleared their throat behind Kaito, drawing his attention. And there he stood, Kudou Shinichi, in all his handsome glory. Wearing the fuzzy blue sweater Kaito had gotten him for Christmas. The unimpressed look on Shinichi's face told him that his husband had heard all of that.

"Shin-chan! You're looking great tonight!"

"Was that our son?" asked Shinichi, completely dismissing Kaito. "On a roof-top at midnight?"

Kaito laughed nervously, ruffling his own hair in an awkward manner. "Wha—at. No—o."

Shinichi's leg twitched. "Husband mine, if you don't want a soccer-ball where it really hurts, stop lying to me. You think I can't recognize our own son?"

Straightening up, Kaito walked over to Shinichi wand wrapped his arms around his husband to whirl him once before kissing him. Shinichi still looked unimpressed, though there was a little blush on his cheeks. As he always got when Kaito kissed him in costume. Heh.

"So perhaps Conan comes more after the both of us than we would have liked," offered Kaito after a moment. "Sneaking out at night to do whatever he wants. No, actually, he comes after you, mister detective no curfews so you can go and solve riddles and chase poor, exhausted thieves."

That had Shinichi pause and look perhaps a little sheepish. Hah! So even Shinichi could admit that these were his genes showing! Good. That meant Kaito wasn't in trouble. Very good.

"Okay, fine," Shinichi heaved a sigh. "Where did Conan go?"

"I sent him to Nakamori-keibu," replied Kaito. "To wait until one of us picks him up."

Shinichi glowered just slightly as he grabbed Kaito's face for one last kiss. "Okay, you go and fly off into the moonlight, I pick up our son, we meet at home."

/break\

Conan looked just so much like Shinichi that it made it feel even more like Shinichi's fault. He'd created a second KID Killer and Conan was as obsessed with solving Kaito's riddles as Shinichi had been. Perhaps even a little more, because Conan really wanted to impress both his dads. The two of them were driving back home from the heist.

"I thought that the Detective Boys are giving you enough outlet for your detective skills."

Conan groaned softly and tilted his head back. "It's not the same thi—ing. Dad's riddles are so much more fu—un. And you never let us solve the really interesting cases either."

"Because children should not be exposed to murders."

"That's su—uch a hypocrite thing to say, dad," Conan glowered at him. "You got to go out and chase murderers when you were my age! Twice!"

"I was a teenager the second time around," pointed Shinichi out with an embarrassed flush. "And my own experience is precisely why I will not let you near murderers. I was... It wasn't good for me and it wasn't good for the other OG Detective Boys. You children can work on riddles and thefts, but not murders. That is also the rule I had to promise to the others' parents."

Particularly Ran, Kazuha and both Hakubas had insisted on it. Heiji and Sera had been more lax about it. But to the others? Shinichi had to swear an oath there would be no murders, otherwise their kids couldn't get to join the new Detective Boys. And... Shinichi found himself agreeing with it. When he'd been seven himself? He thought he should get to poke dead bodies and solve murders, all the way through his childhood. It had made him... arrogant, think he was better, was qualified to poke things that shouldn't be poked – the Black Organization. And he knew that the original Detective Boys had carried trauma away from their childhood and all the murders too. Now, as a grown adult, as a parent himself, Shinichi found himself much more responsible.

"You are irresponsible, Conan," Shinichi whispered as he lifted the boy out of the car.

He had fallen asleep on the way back. When he was asleep, their son was very... peaceful and sweet. They entered the Kuroba-Kudou home quietly and Shinichi carried their youngest upstairs to his bedroom, where he laid the boy into the bed with the Kaitou KID themed bedsheets.

"Good night, little trouble maker," whispered Shinichi before kissing his son's forehead.

"Truly our son, isn't he?" asked Kaito from the doorway, sounding way too proud.

"Stop that," Shinichi glared and swatted at his husband's chest.

"Oh, like you aren't proud too that our son managed to solve my riddle and track me down better than Nakamori-keibu or anyone else on the task-force. He got our brains."

Shinichi heaved a sigh. Yes, of course was he proud of that. But he also felt like neither of them should be proud of this, because oh boy, their little junior KID Killer was going to be trouble.

~*~ The End ~*~

Author's note: Ngl, this was actually one I had plans for a sequel myself, even without the poll. Really wanted parents!KaiShin ;D