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Disclaimer: The works of Detective Conan and Magic Kaito belongs to Gosho Aoyama-sensei.
Warning: KaiShin relationship.
Warning II: May contain some (?) mature content.
A/N: They're in Kansai region, can't pass up the opportunity. Pardon the accent.
First Situation
Instead of taking the plane to return to Tokyo, they opted to take the Shinkansen. They were driven to the Shirahama station to take the train towards Shin-Osaka before transferring to the Shinkansen. They were debating whether to stay a day so that Kaito can take in some of the sights. Last time he was here, it was rushed and he had no time for sightseeing.
However, the decision was taken out of their hands as they encountered a hostage situation on the platform they just exit out of. It was just their luck the captor bumped into the walking pair.
The girl in his grasp was trembling vigorously, scared of the knife held at her throat. She was of average height, with her dark brown hair done up in a pony tail, she wore a one piece dress with a thin overcoat. Her makeup was ruined by the tears that were streaming continuously down her cheeks as she let out a hiccup every now and then.
"Get away. I said GET AWAY!" He man shouted, pushing pedestrians and luggage out of the way. It seems he was desperate to ride the train to escape. The man was heading towards the pair in the doorway, and Shinichi was determined not to let the man do as he pleased. But the first and foremost is securing the hostage. He gave a quick glance in Kaito's direction, who read the detective's thoughts and replied with a toothy grin. Nodding and knowing the magician would take the appropriate actions, he started by distracting the man.
"Calm down." He said, hands up in front of him to signify he does not mean any harm. "Just let the girl go, let me take her place. She's not exactly fit for travel so she would just hinder your escape." He wanted to see if the man could be reasoned with. He knew Kaito was probably cursing at his self-sacrificing nature at his words.
"Get away from me!" The man swiped the knife in front of him in an erratic fashion. The girl was clawing at the arm holding her neck, trying to escape. "Quiet girl! Or I will hurt you! Quit your moving!"
"Then at least tell me why you're doing this. Where do you want to go. This train would be taking you out into the Kishu area, the next stop is a big one and most likely the police would have been informed by now. They might have even set up for your arrest."
"Shut up. Shut up!" There was a slightly deranged look in his eyes, something was likely to be haunting him.
"Then tell me who you are?" Shinichi took a step closer, to grab hold of the girl should there be an opportunity. "Or what your demands are?"
"I need out. I want out!"
"Out of where?"
"Anywhere. Not here." The man shook his head as though to dislodge a thought. "They're after me. After the same thing."
"What are they after?" Another step closer now that the man is distracted. Shinichi briefly spared a thought to wonder where Kaito went but decided he is probably hiding in the crowd, looking for the right time to interfere.
"NO! Get back!" The man took a step backwards and pointed the blade at Shinichi's throat. "Back I say!"
"Alright. No need to panic." Hands still up, he stepped back in time with the captor, who bumped into a nearby pedestrian. Female, quite tall at approximately 170cm, brown chestnut shoulder length hair, skinny jeans loose t-shirt and heels. She was the average passerby but was unfortunate enough to stumble upon them. Shinichi was about to silently curse at the gods when he notice the slight glimmer in the woman's eyes. The hint of blueish purple underneath the brown iris.
The girl took this opportunity to escape her captor. She bit the arm and dashed towards Shinichi, hiding behind the detective. The captor, now without hostage, looked at the young woman and grabbed hold of her by the wrist and pulled harshly. She let out a surprised yelp.
"There's plenty more hostages around me. Now do as I say and MOVE!" Again holding the woman at knife point.
"Ne..." She said calmly, eyes shadowed by the fringe of her hair.
Shinichi heard the soft voice but was too busy calming the girl down and stopping her from strangling him with her hug.
"Mr Captor, give up and hand yourself in when you still have the chance."
"Shut your trap." He tightened his hold, nearly strangling the woman. "I'm the one with the upper hand. You're the hostage, you don't get to make demands."
"Not anymore~" Showing an unnerving grin, she elbowed the captor in the solar plexus. The captor doubled over, releasing the woman, but was met by a knee to the face courtesy of Shinichi, who approached them during the distraction. The captor's knife was kicked out of his hands, and it skittered across the concrete floor.
Shinichi quickly and efficiently pulled the man's hands and held them at the back. He was looking for something to secure the wrists them a zip-tie appeared in his sight.
"Thanks Kaito." He directed towards the previous hostage.
"No problem." He tore off the wig and fluffed out his hair before removing the heels, taking off other accessories, and swapping his shoes back with the sneakers.
"Where did you get those?" Now with the man secured, they can both relax until the police arrives. "Or were they in your luggage all along?"
"I'm always prepared but not that well prepared. You'd be surprise what you can buy at the station shops. Heels, apparently, are a staple."
"But wigs?" He looked at the bunch of fake hair.
"They're actually hair extensions. I bought a bunch of them at the pharmacy. Surprisingly, they make a more natural hairpiece because I can weave different shades together."
"Please tell me you didn't just get more ideas for undercover work." He rubbed his forehead to erase the phantom headache. He should have known better, after all, Kaito is a master at improvisation.
"I'll need to start somewhere." He flashed Shinichi the patented KID grin, tooth included.
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"Are you the kids who apprehended the criminal?" It was Otaki who approached them, flanked by several uniformed officers. One of which was escorting the female hostage from before towards the paramedics. Otaki gestured the rest of the officers to the bound captive. "I'll have to take your statements."
"There goes the rest of the day." Kaito sighed.
"Then we'll just stay the night here." He tried to encourage the magician, gently patting him on the shoulders. Kaito had taken to standing extremely close to Shinichi as the waited.
"Don't worry boys. It'll be real quick. It's a good thing the two of you got to him before he did any more harm." Otaki flipped out the standard police handbook and began jotting down notes. "So, names?"
"Kuroba Kaito, and this is Kudo Shinichi."
"You mean you're the Eastern Detective? The one Hei-chan had been talking about?"
"Most likely, yes." Shinichi confirmed.
"Then wait a sec." He pulled out a phone, no doubt contacting the Osaka detective.
"Should I be worried about a possible competitor?" Kaito whispered into Shinichi's ear.
"Competitor for what?"
"For you, My Love."
Shinichi playfully punched the magician on shoulders to hide the blush forming no his cheeks. He could never be used to how casually Kaito uses endearment to address him.
"Hei-chan said to threaten you to stay." The detective must have shouted at Otaki for the man was trying to clear out the ringing in his ears. "He mentioned somethin' about handcuffs."
"Ooo, kinky." Kaito turned to Shinichi and started teasing. "Are you into kinky play? Would I have to cuff you to the bedpost?"
Shinichi blushed profusely. Two can play at the game.
"I'm not that partial to such play." He leaned in close by Kaito's ear. "But I wouldn't mind playing them with you, I thought you might like the metallic coldness against your skin."
For once, Kaito lost in a loaded conversation. He sputtered incoherently, face gaining colour quickly by the second.
"Or is leather more your thing? I could go for some silk ties too if that's what you really want..." Shinichi could feel his own heartbeat speeding the moment the words left his mouth. Kaito licked his lips in anticipation at the thought. Forgetting they were in public until Otaki coughed to grab their attention.
"So," the older man was trying to diffuse the awkward atmosphere, "shouldn't you boys be in school?"
"Something came up so we're taking some time off." It wasn't a lie, but more of omitting certain details, something Shinichi was becoming more accustomed to.
"Shouldn't make a habit of it." He said disapprovingly with a shake of his head. After taking their full statement, he led them out of the paid area. The Tokyo pair was already late for their train so they might as well spend the night in Osaka.
"Kudo!" A heavily accented voice shouted from the direction of the bus stop. There was a hint of irritation underneath the gruffness. "What took ya so long to visit me?!"
"Hattori, good to see you too." His reply was bland compared to the Osakan.
"Whoa, 'nother of the little nee-chan's experiment?" He took a double take when Kaito came into view. "Doppelganger? Or 'sit the prof's?"
"So you're my ultimate rival?" There was mock jealousy in Kaito's voice. He narrowed his eyes, as though trying to dissect the person in front of him. He checked him out, head to toe, causing unease in the Osakan, who turned to Shinichi for answers. He knew the dark-skinned detective won't do anything but it was fun to mess with his mind. Possessively, he hugged his detective's arm, pulling him away.
"He's no match for me. He'll never bring you the moon Shinichi."
This time, it was Hattori who sputtered.
"Kaito, Hattori is my friend..."
"Friends can develop feelings..." Kaito sniffled, eyes starting to water, and gave Shinichi a pouty puppy-eyed look.
Shinichi was trying to resist the urge to hug and kiss his magician senseless. He was normally not this impulsive on public display but Kaito can easily induce that from him.
'This is all Kaito's fault.' Shinichi could feel his resolve weakening.
Kaito joyfully danced internally when he saw the struggle his detective was going through reflected in his eyes. His hands gripped the arm with a bit more strength, leaned further in towards Shinichi. Kaito bit his bottom lips for added effect.
"Kudo, are you two..." Hattori pointed between the pair, breaking the mood. Kaito wondered what pranks he could pull at the dark-skinned detective without incurring Shinichi's wrath.
"Allow me to introduce this limpet on my arms..." Shinichi gestured at Kaito.
"Hey!" Kaito rejected the idea of being compared to marine creatures, even though he held no malice towards this particular type. "I'm Shinichi's boyfriend, Kuroba Kaito."
Hattori stared, glancing between Shinichi an Kaito.
"When I heard'jya weren't with Neechan, I'd thought someone was pullin' my leg."
"I'm surprise Ran hadn't let slip about Kaito." He muttered, but only enough Kaito could hear. Kaito smile at that.
"Nevermind." Hattori shook his head. "I told Oka'n already. She'll be ok with one more. We can grab a late afternoon snack an' I'll show ya some of the sights. Kuroba hasn't been here 'fore, so 'is gotta lot to see."
"We really don't want to impose." Shinichi declined.
"Nonsense! I'm not about to let my friend stay at some hotel when we've got the room at home. Yer staying over." Hattori walked behind the pair and start pushing them forwards. "Food first. Sightseeing afta. There's the Okonmiyaki place I've been wantin' to show ya."
Their meal passed, strangely, incident free with Hattori being a true Osakan by regaling the various stories and sights around town. By the end, both Kaito and Shinichi learnt more than they needed about the city.
"Welcome!" Hattori Shizuka greeted them by the genkan in her traditional kimino. "Oh my." She too was surprised by the likeness between Shinichi and Kaito.
"Next time, we should try matching clothes." Kaito whispered into Shinichi, earning him a playful punch in the shoulders.
"Oka'n, ya won't mind havin' to set one more for the table would'jya?"
"O'course not. Ya never bring anyone over 'cept Kazuha-chan. Com'on in." She gestured them in. "My, the two of ya could really use some food in ya. I'm just about'ta serve dinner. Hei-chan, take 'em to the dining?"
"Sure thing. Com'on up."
"Pardon the intrusion." Shinichi bowed as he passed.
"Excuse us." Kaito did the same. Regardless of what Aoko tends to say, he does have manners.
"Told'ya Oka'n won't mind." Heiji directed them to their rooms first to drop off the bags. "So Kudo, how'dya meet Kuroba?" Heiji was suspicious.
"I believe it was at a party..." Shinichi decided to stick with the official version lest someone let slip.
"Never pegged'ya for the social type Kudo."
"Not by choice. It's either I go or I'll be shipped back to the States with my parents. Staying with them for any extended amount of time will cause perpetual headaches."
"They can't be that bad." Heiji looked at Kaito. "Looks like you've got yer work cut out Kuroba."
Shinichi was the one who looked puzzled instead of Kaito, who sighed.
"You're not planning on keeping me a secret are you?" Kaito decided to enlighten the somewhat dense detective. It took a full minute before Shinichi gave any reaction, and boy was it a reaction.
The detective was rendered speechless, with vibrant red spreading from face to neck.
"Really Kudo? Are'ya so dense?"
"I just...I thought...but then..." Shinichi mumbled a series of incomprehensible syllables.
"Allow me to translate." Kaito coughed dramatically. "Ahem. I just never expected you to say something like that Hattori. I thought that you're not someone so sensitive to these things, but then I should have known since you've got your own girl and most likely waiting for the right moment..." Kaito was careful to phrase his words so not to have Heiji too suspicious of him.
"Hey!" Heiji stood abruptly.
"Well it's true isn't it?" Now that Shinichi regained his cognitive abilities, he could speak for himself again. Although, Kaito's translation is 100% totally incorrect, but they do bring up a good point. "You've got your eyes on Toyama since...well...a long time ago..."
"Since eight..." Heiji whispered, turning his head away.
"And you've indirectly confessed. Don't bother to deny, I've got a recording of it." Shinichi held up his phone.
"Oh, taped confession. This I've got to hear." Kaito took the phone out of Shinichi's hand and unlocked the phone.
"Why do you know my password?"
"Lucky guess?" Kaito let out an innocent smile. Shinichi sighed. He knows he should change the password, but Kaito would just break into it again, so why waste the effort.
Kaito actually put the speaker on loudest, sound reverberating in the dining room.
"Hei-chan, did'ya confess to Kazuha-chan 'lready? Should I start plannin'?"
"Oka'n!" Heiji was blushing bright red in the cheeks. "They're shittin'. Don't lis'en to them!"
"Language." She reprimanded. "Your father'd be home soon."
"Sorry." He sat back down obediently.
"So...when's the wedding?" Kaito teased, he never was one to waste a good blackmailing/teasing opportunity.
Heiji gritted his teeth, he had to bare with it in case his mother heard.
"Spring weddings are good, though girls like being the blushing June bride. But winter weddings are more aesthetically pleasing, with the snowy backdrop."
"Ya thinking 'bout weddin' 'lready? Ya haven't even met the parents yet."
"Details, details." Kaito turned towards Shinichi expectantly. "So what do you think?"
Shinichi couldn't believe he was having this conversation in the Hattori household. He buried his face in his hands, hoping this is all a dream.
Heiji and Kaito laughed in the background. They would have been able to catch their breaths if Shizuka hadn't asked what was wrong and renewed their laughing.
When the elder Hattori came back, and correctly introduced to the Tokyo pair, they sat down to have a nice homemade meal. At least everyone but Kaito tried to. One of the dish contained fish (head and tail included) and he was trying hard to contain the panic attack. Shinichi comforted him, grabbing his hands from underneath the table, and graciously removed the dish, stating to Shizuka that Kaito had an adverse allergy.
"Are'ya ok? Should I make somethin' else for'ya?"
"I'll be fine. Please don't trouble yourself." Kaito tried to answer with the most stable voice he could muster. All the while, Shinichi held on tightly, rubbing circles on the back of Kaito's hands with the pad of his thumb.
When they excused themselves from the table and returned to their designated room, Kaito immediately held onto Shinichi tightly.
"You did good Kaito. There's no need to be scared now." Shinichi tried to soothe his magician, continuing to utter meaningless words in his ears.
Kaito buried himself in Shinichi's scent, the calming musk and pine, reminding Kaito of freshly cut leaves and open forest.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Shinichi patted Kaito's hair, smoothing it out (but it sprang back up again and Shinichi was quite enjoying the feeling). Kaito shook his head, wrapping his arms tighter around Shinichi's waist. They sank down to sit on the futons for comfort. Shinichi knew it may be a while before Kaito could calm down, as this is what usually happens with people facing their phobias. It didn't help that Kaito had to hide his reaction, for actually releasing the scream could help diffuse the tension and stress caused.
Kaito never knew why he was so afraid of those things, only that it started since he was very young. And it haunted him, where nightmares were interchanged between his father's death, those things, and more recently losing his detective. He curled up closer to Shinichi, trying to make himself smaller and less vulnerable. He normally would never show this side of himself to anyone else, but he knew Shinichi would not judge him.
Shinich continued his patting and soothing. His legs, with Kaito on his lap, was beginning to numb and his other arm were beginning to ache due to being stuck in the same position. But he did not mind one bit. He held Kaito closer to him, hoping his warmth could seep through into Kaito's mind and body.
And it did.
Kaito looked up at Shinichi with a look crossed between sheepish and apologetic.
"You feeling better now?" Shinichi whispered, not wanting to wake the rest of the household with their conversation. It was close to midnight.
Kaito nodded.
"Ok, let's have you washed and changed." Shinichi helped Kaito stand, though he was equally unstable on his own legs seeing as his legs fell asleep on him.
They changed into the clothes Heiji handed them earlier in the evening, sweatpants and loose tee. Though Kaito opted to forego the tee. They snuggled into the futons, Kaito pressed close into Shinichi's back, hands wrapped around his waist. They were tracing patterns on his stomach. Shinichi stopped the action and placed his own on top.
"Sleep Kaito." He whispered, eyes already closed and breaths soft.
Kaito hummed into Shinich's shirt back, breaths absorbed and became a warm splotch. He let his hands wander south, hooking onto Shinichi's pants.
"Do I really have to tie you up with those silk handkerchiefs?" Shinichi retook Kaito's hands and intertwined them together. He placed a kiss on the back of the hands.
"Just want to be close and feel you." Kaito whispered back, sound muffled by the fabric.
Shinichi turned around to face his magician, loosening one hand so he could brush against his hair. His other hand held the interlaced hand close to his chest. Shinichi pressed another kiss close to Kaito's eyelids.
"Sleep. I'll still be here." Shinichi let out a tired smile, eyes already heavy and started to droop. Not a moment later, he was asleep, breaths even with his mouth slightly apart.
Kaito let his thumb brush across the pink flesh, Shinichi let out a soft whimper, moving closer towards Kaito, hands now resting on Kaito's chest. It was fortunate the single futon was large enough to cater two persons. Kaito pulled Shinichi closer, hoping to be able to ward off any nightmare by focusing on the warmth beside him.
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"Kudo!" Heiji shouted into the room at ten in the morning. "Get yer lazy bum up and get yer boyfriend off'a me!"
Shinichi opened his eye blearily, squinting at the doorway. He saw a large dark shadow with, was that a bright green tinge at the top? Before his head could process the strange colouring, he was jumped by a bouncing Kaito.
"Shin-chan~" Kaito poked and prodded at Shinichi's cheeks.
"Off Kaito." He turned back the other way, pulling the blanket closer up his chin and curled away from the doorway.
"Shin-chan..." Kaito was persistent, and needy, for Shinichi's touch.
Shinichi glared at Kaito. It was too early for this. Kaito recoiled and began to whimper and whine, slinkering out of the room in an overly dejected manner.
"Don't be so harsh on'im, Kudo."
"It's early. He's on a sugar rush. It's really not the best time to deal with him." He tried to regain that hazy feeling to enable him to fall back into slumber.
"He went out'ta his way to buy you coffee when he found out we ran out'ta the stuff." Crossing his arms, he leaned onto the doorframe, letting the sunlight pour in from the open-air corridor.
"And probably picked up a bunch of sweetened pastries on the way. I wouldn't be surprised if he ate half the bag before he returned." Shinichi was now fully awake and yawning. He may not have been adequately caffeinated yet but he wasn't sadistic enough to leave Heiji to deal with a sugared up Kaito.
There was a loud poof coming from down the halls, pink smoke slowly crawled across the floor.
"It's not gonna leave a stain would't?" Heiji eyed the smoke with suspicion.
"Even if it does, which I doubt it will, the dye would last only a day before it completely decomposes. Kaito wouldn't dare to mess up your house. Not with your parents around at least. But if it were your own place, that's another matter." He yawned and dug through his luggage to see if he could find the spare shirt.
"When would'e run outta juice?" Heiji grimaced as he ruffled his own hair. He had been trying to first chase out the magician, which didn't work, then tried to avoid, which only worsened his situation. At least when he was doing the chasing, the magician only dodged. Heiji's avoidance seemed to have sparked a pranking nerve and he is now sporting lime green hair.
"Sometime between now and until I finish my coffee. Say Hattori, is your hair green?" He turned to face Heiji, eyes scanning the fluorescent hair, barely holding in the grin forming on his face.
"It took'ya so long ta'notice." He sighed. "You're not'a mornin' person are'ya?"
"Shouldn't you be in school as well?" Shinichi smirked in triumph as he found a clean shirt at the very bottom of the luggage, still wrapped in plastic packaging. A brief thought suddenly crossed his mind that Kaito might have picked this up in a convenient store during his morning breakfast run. He turned the packaged shirt over and sure enough, there was a barcode. He'll have to thank his magician later for this.
"Have'ya eva tried going ta school with green 'air?" Heiji huffed, turning away to give Shinichi to change out of the shirt.
"Couldn't say I've had the chance." Shinichi smirked.
"Ya better have yer boyfriend be'ave 'fore he angers Oka'n." The pink smoke had been replaced by yellow and a squadron of balloon ducks came floating into the corridor. Heiji scratched his head, wondering how the magician managed to string up the balloons so that the would walk across the corridor.
"Kaito is especially...courteous towards the female population when sugar high. You won't have to worry about that." Making sure that they have everything packed, he closed the zipper and shouldered the bag.
True to Shinichi's prediction, by the time he entered the dining room, Kaito had winded down and sat on the wooden chair in a half pout.
"Shinichi~" Kaito stretched out towards Shinichi as though looking for a hug. Shinichi gave him a stern look, to which Kaito only pouted harder and with a small puff of smoke, produced a thermos cup to offer to Shinichi.
The detective took the proffered cup with both hands. Opening its cap produced the tantalising aroma of coffee. Shinichi took a large gulp of the hot liquid, not pausing at the apparent heat.
"Ya've got asbestos tongue as well?" Heiji commented, nibbling on a pastry.
"Hush." The caffeine slowly made its way into Shinichi's system. But it had yet to take away his harsh edge, it wouldn't be until he had one more (or unless the other person was Kaito, then one cup of coffee would be enough).
Kaito looked at him with expectant, glittering eyes. Heiji carefully watched the pair. It seems Shinichi was torn whether to indulge in the thief, especially after this morning's event. But the eyes, those eyes, were irresistible. He took a step towards his magician, who instantly pounced and snuggled into his neck. Heiji laughed.
"I can see why ya call'd 'im a limpet." Heiji laughed louder as Kaito further restricted Shinichi's movements by encasing the detective with his arms.
"Kaito," he waited for his magician to respond. Kaito coming out of a sugar high is always slow to respond. Slowly, Kaito looked up through his lashes, eyes still bright as though full of energy. "You have free reign."
"Yay!" Suddenly, in a burst of smoke, confetti rained down from the ceiling.
"Just remember to clean up." He careful sipped the rest of the liquid, reading the papers set out on the table calmly.
"Sure thing Shinichi." Kaito gave his beloved detective a quick kiss on the lips before turning on Heiji with a toothy grin.
"Kudo?" The Osakan detective looked between Kaito and Shinichi with apprehension. "Spare me?" He tried to dissuade the magician but it only acts as an encouragement.
"It's your own fault Hattori." Shinichi focused on the newspaper. There was an article about a dead high profile artist, believed to be murdered. The artist's most recent exhibition focused on scaled models from every day life items, scaled up to human size and beyond, to landmarks scaled to miniature. There were also an article about a recently captured con-artist, selling fake replicas to jaw abiding citizens, who committed suicide during his time in the temporary holding cells. Shinichi was surprised to find an article about yesterday's capture of the hostage taker, though grateful that his name was not mentioned.
"Oh Hei-chan~" Kaito purred, "I have a gift for you~" He was being ignored by his detective and feeling slightly left out. So the dark-skinned detective would have to take his place and provide some distraction.
He pounced at the teen trying to hide behind the chair. Without his doves, Kaito was limited to smoke and mirrors. He also restocked at the local convenient store. And zip-ties, lots and lots of zip-ties.
After the smoke cleared, Heiji didn't feel anything had changed. His clothes felt the same (he heard about the dress incident during the Tokyo-ites' school trip), he hadn't noticed a change in colour, he didn't feel dizzy or a sudden bout of itchiness. He assumed it was just smoke, until he felt his clothes were actually tighter than usual. Glancing down, he found the cuffs of his shirts and pants to be bound with multiple zipties. But at least he was still wearing his own clothes.
"Tha' all ya got?"
"Hei-chan, you shouldn't underestimate a magician." Kaito wagged his finger in front of him. "If I were so easy to predict, I won't be where I am now."
Shinichi snorted. "I seem to remember quite a few times I did predict your actions."
"Shinichi My Dear, you're different."
Shinichi blushed profusely at the endearment.
"What is it with you an nicknames recently?"
"Shouldn't I have the privilege to do so, now that we're more than that, Sweetie?" Kaito teased.
Shinichi's blush deepened to dark red, extending further from the cheeks and down the neck.
"Ahem." Heiji mock coughed to bring them back to reality. Shinichi hid his face back behind the newspaper, to which Kaito only grinned wider.
"Don't you have something else to do?" Kaito asked, standing behind Shinichi and draping himself over his shoulders. His hands were wandering over Shinichi's chest, ghosting over several places that the shirt clung too tight onto his detective's body. Shinichi tightened his hold on the newspaper, barely holding in the gasp and resulting a deep intake of air.
Heiji rolled his eyes, as if such demonstrations would fluster him and cause discomfort.
"Since the two of ya are up, I can give the 'fficial tour of Osaka. When's yer train?"
"We didn't have time to book yesterday." Shinichi flipped to another page, eyes not really paying attention to the articles but following the path of Kaito's hands.
"Right. Well, I know there's one at 3 that'd take ya back to Tokyo, took that quite a lot back in the days..."
Heiji nearly let slip about Conan. He bit his lips, debating how to continue without giving too much away.
"It's alright. Kaito knows."
The dark-skinned detective looked on with disbelief in his eyes.
"Kudo, ya 'aven't the nerve to tell Neechan 'fore yet this guy knows 'bout it 'lready. Yer serious with 'im aren't ya?"
"He's not just slow on the uptake, but awfully honest and straight forward." Kaito leaned in closer, chin resting on the shoulders and breaths causing small movements to the stray hair. "I like him. Can we keep him?" Kaito whispered, just loud enough to carry across the room. He leaned further towards Shinichi's ears, mouth barely touching the ear shell. Kaito's tongue wanted to desperately lick the skin, but he settled for a warm puff of air.
Shinichi, fully flushed, sat very still. Not wanting to encourage his magician.
"I won't mind him joining..." Slow, soft, and sensual, Kaito teased. This time, even Heiji flushed with embarrassment. He took this chance and snapped a blackmailing picture of the Osakan, probably would be useful later on.
"Kuroba!" Heiji made a snatch for the phone. Kaito nimbly dodged out of the way, carefully dislodging himself from Shinichi, without causing a spill of his detective's precious coffee.
"This would make a lovely gift for your Miss Toyama." He continued to dance around the room, all the while laughing like a maniac.
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They weren't given much rest afterwards as Heiji whisked them of to a variety of spots. Yesterday, everything was focused around the cityscape, the places to eat and have fun. Today, Heiji brought them to the conventional tourist spots.
"You do know that I've been here before right?" Shinichi looked bored as they stared out of the observation platform of Tsutengaku.
"'es, but 'e hasn't. 'sides, no harm in visitin' again. They're openin' up the storage in Osaka castle 'nd there's the Tenka-ichi festival..."
"Did I hear you say festival?" Kaito was suddenly very enthusiastic and perky.
"'s not an actual festival, more like an exhibit to celebrate the Quadricentenial of the Osaka War."
"A festival is still a festival even if there's no games." Kaito folded his hands over Shinichi's and dragged him to the elevators. He's seen this view the last time he was here. He only acted as though he was interested to make him look like it was his first time. However, last time he did not have the luxury to visit other sights, as he had promised Aoko to a day out.
The three walked around the gardens, admiring the vegetation (Kaito took a few candid photos of Shinichi with his phone, one involving a contemplative look at the fauna, another of the detective reading a description, and Kaito could not forget the picturesque photo of Shinichi in the Japanese garden with the pine and gravel in the background) and generally doing the standard tour, narrated by the Osakan detective. When they reached the actual castle, they took the customary picture to commemorate their visit before heading into the castle itself.
As Kaito stood at the top floor, with Shinichi standing next to him, shoulder to shoulder because of the crowd, he had to wonder when did Shinichi realise he loved Kaito, because surely it happened before the heist of The Raven's Soul. He voiced as such to his detective, earning him a soften blue gaze.
"Do you really have to ask? You stole my heart from the top of the clock tower. You've always kept my heart with you, even when I thought I had it back. You're a thief that first steals the heart, then all the logic, and finally..." There was bright red blush.
Kaito's eyes widened, knowing what Shinichi was implying. He wrapped an arm around his waist, proclaiming ownership and to stop people from bumping into (touching) what was his.
"I thought to resist you, back in London, but you wormed your way in again and took what was left inside me." Shinichi whispered into his ears. Not that he had to if he wanted to avoid eavesdroppers, the place was loud.
"Again, where did you learn to sweet talk, my love?" Kaito placed a quick kiss on the junction where the ear and jaws meet. The hands on his detective's hips snaked its way underneath the shirt, hoping for a touch of skin. Shinichi reacted quickly and swatted at the hand.
"Oi Kudo, ya ok?" Heiji called out from behind.
Kaito sighed, why must he always interrupt. Well, at least Kaito had left the Detective of the West with a nice, wrapped gift in his room.
"I never knew Osaka was so popular." They retreated away from the observation walkway.
"Yea, well, it's tourist season. Flower viewin' and all that..."
And with that there was a female scream.
"Again?" Shinichi moaned, facepalming. "It's the second time!"
"Third if ya count the KID heist. Though that one had no deaths." Heiji already had his cap on forwards.
"Shinichi, leave this to Hattori. We've got a train to catch. Unless you want to impose on them for another night?" Kaito was trying to keep their vacation death-free since he already failed at the crime-free part.
"But...but..." Shinichi was torn. He wanted to be here to solve the crime but Kaito did gave a point.
"I'm sure my parents won't mind puttin' up with the two of ya..."
"No, Kaito's right." It was a difficult decision, but he didn't want to have Kaito witness death if he could avoid it. "Keep me updated?"
"It's rare for ya, but I can understand." Heiji looked at Kaito. After all, he was the same, trying to keep Kazuha away from crime scenes. "Next time remember to call when ya stopping by!" He waved the pair away as he rushed towards the scene.
"I wouldn't have thought you'd agree with me. For sure I thought you'll tell me to go back first."
"Ba'ro. I can't just leave you like that. If there's one thing I've learnt from my limited romantic experience is that I shouldn't leave the people that matters to me." Shinichi turned his head away in embarrassment then muttered, "especially the one that I hold in my heart."
Kaito knew this was as close as he could get to a voiced confession from his love since Shinichi spoke with actions rather than flowery words. He quickly maneuvered them to a shaded clearing and pressed their mouths together, not leaving Shinichi any room for complaint or movement. The public can watch all they want for Kaito's world only contained Shinichi at the moment.
-TBC-
-OMAKE: Wrapped Gift-
When Heiji returned home in late afternoon, he was greeted by quite a sight in his room. Every surface was covered in post-it notes. All his books, the stationary, his desk, and chair had been wrapped with newspaper (complete with small bows attached to it to look like a present). He took out his phone and re-dailed the last number.
"Moshi-mo..." Shinichi's voice was cut-off half way through his greeting.
"KUDO! Get both ya'arses back here this instant!" He hollered through the speakers.
"Wha...?"
"Yer boyfriend, that's what! He covered my whole room! Every Single Surface!"
"And?" Shinichi had half expected his magician to pull something like this.
"I swear the next time I see 'im, 'es gonna regret it!" He hung up without saying goodbye. Now he's got to find a reason to head over to Tokyo just to have his revenge.
-OMAKE END-
