Hey guys! I know its been a lonngggggggg time since I've written but I was motivated by some of the reviews I got. I honestly thought this story was forgotten so thanks to everyone who is still reading and putting up with my procrastination. Hopefully, Ill get more chapters out as well since now I have a more developed plot line for this.

Disclaimer: I do not own detective conan.

Warning: ooc (but for a reason, soon, you shall see)

Since its been so long, the style might have changed but, bear with me! Without further ado, chapter 2!

Chapter 2

Shinichi leaned against an obnoxiously neon orange colored pillar and contemplated how the hell his life lead to this exact point as he stared unseeingly into the ocular migraine inducing, rapidly flashing lights of the arcade he was currently standing in.

No, seriously.

All he had wanted for his life was a never ending pile of books, some coffee, and a comfy chair. No drama, no fake smiles, and most importantly, no eardrum murdering, blindness inducing arcades. Yet, here he was. With the most popular guy in school? Uh, maybe? The screaming fan girls sure thought so, but Shinichi never was one to pay attention to fads and gossip. Perhaps a more accurate description of his messy haired companion would be the guy who was fake. Like seriously, fake.

Speaking of, Shinichi scanned the dim arcade for said companion, sharp eyes quickly resting on the messy haired, gakuran clad teen… who was apparently playing an intense game of Dance Revolution. Damn, he wasn't easy to impress (living with famous parents did that to you), but, wow, that boy can move. Was it even possible to be that flexible?! Shinichi had serious doubts about the bones in the other's body. Shaking his head to clear the strange thoughts, Shinichi focused on his earlier dilemma: how he got here and why was he even staying?

It had started off simple enough, in his opinion, which is to say not simple at all considering he woke up from his brief nap to the other, startlingly close, frozen like a statue and gaping like a fish. Shinichi has the distinct impression that the other boy was praying that he somehow would be invisible if he didn't move, judging by the wild panic in his violet eyes. And as if that wasn't enough, seconds later, rumbling akin to an earthquake sounded as an entire school worth of students (oh, how wished he was exaggerating) trampled each other in an attempt to climb the stairs that lead to the roof he was currently sitting on in hopes of finding their idol, calling out various iterations of "Kuroba-san" and "Kaito-sama". Yeah, not the best awaking he had ever had but surprisingly not the worst either. He'd give it a solid seven on a scale of 1 to 10 of worst awakenings.

Seeing the resigned dread on the other's face was what caused him to impulsively pull the other onto the emergency stairwell, away from the crowd that burst onto the rooftop. Seeing anything other than that infuriatingly cheerful and fake smile had prompted him to move, but he had fully expected the two to part ways after reaching the ground seeing as they had never really spoken to each other before. Hence, his confusion when the other bodily dragged him off campus, ignoring his protests that they still had class, to an obscure arcade in the hidden backstreets of Ekoda. They, Kuroba and him, that is, weren't friends. Heck, they weren't even casual acquaintances! So why were they here? And why couldn't he bring himself to leave?

Kaito hadn't meant to drag the school's most intimidating and debatably, the hottest (he clearly thought so, but unfortunately most of the general population is pretty blind), guy into a shady arcade situated on the edges of Ekoda, but what could he say, he was just impulsive! Sacrificing his perfect score combo, Kaito discreetly turned his head to eye said scary guy and attempt to gauge the other's thoughts. He frowned. While he didn't expect the ice prince to enjoy such a rowdy arcade, he didn't think that slightly maniacal, suicidal expression was really warranted! Sure, the building looked like it was painted by a toddler throwing buckets of neon and black paint and it smells slightly of disappointment and preteen antiperspirant, it was still one of his favorite places. It was fairly cheap, had a wide variety of games, and best of all, no one at school knew it existed!

Sighing, Kaito moved away from the game to join the other teen by the pillar. Perhaps there was another game here that might interest his companion since he did bring the other here on a whim, it was his duty to make sure the other enjoyed it! Pasting on a grin, Kaito bounded toward the scowling teen. He would find out who Kudo Shinichi was and make him smile again if it was the last thing he ever did! No one can resist a determined Kuroba.

Sidling up to the other teen, Kaito commented and grinned, "I challenge you to a showdown! The person who gets the highest score buys the other lunch. It's only fair since you made me skip lunch."

Shinichi snorted, "How is that fair considering. One, you visit this place more often than I do and, in turn, know the games better. And two, I didn't make you skip lunch, your rabid fans did."

Kaito beamed, delighted at the (somewhat) positive reaction, "It's fair because you get to choose the game. Duh!" He counted it as a win when Shinichi just shrugged and moved to a nearby zombie shooting game.

...

"How? Just how?!," Kaito bemoaned as his character was, once again, sacrificed to the zombie hoard, "How are you so damn good at this game? Are you sure that you've never played before? I swear I've played every day for the past 2 years!"

"Two years? Wow, Kuroba-san, you should really be better at this then," Shinichi stated in a mock serious manner, as if he was really contemplating why Kaito was so bad at the game. The teen in question stared at his companion, awed by the twinkling spark of mischief within the eyes of the other. He could see the minute twitches in the others expression, as if he was holding back a smirk.

Well, Kaito thought, if that is what is under Kudo Shinichi's icy exterior, I am definitely getting to the bottom of this! Grinning, he held up his arms in surrender before dragging Shinichi to the next game.

…

Squinting as he made his way out of the dark arcade and into the sunny streets, Kaito stretched and peered at his companion, "Soooo, when are you going to pay for my meal?" He questioned smugly. Who would have thought the Kudo Shinichi sucked at all games that didn't involve shooting, soccer, and driving.

As Shinichi opened his mouth to reply, the shrill ringing of a mobile phone interrupted them. Quietly excusing himself, Shinichi moved to pick up.

"Hello?"

"Yes, I'm actually near there, right now. Really, three? Okay, I'll head there now."

"Yes, I will. Bye."

Hanging up, Shinichi turned to the other teen, "Sorry, something came up. I'll treat you to food some other time. Bye, Kuroba-san. See you at school tomorrow." before running off.

"Wai-" Kaito called, but the other was already out of sight. He sighed. Well, even if he never really got Shinichi to open up in the end, today wasn't a total failure. He avoided his fans, played some good games, and got a bit closer to the ice prince. I can't let my work go to waste. I'll attack again tomorrow. He better not forget his promise for lunch!

TBC