-FIRSTS-

Disclaimer: The works of Detective Conan and Magic Kaito belongs to Gosho Aoyama-sensei.

Warning: KaiShin relationship.

A/N: A lot of background info. I try to put in some interaction.


First Story Session

Kaito faintly heard the turning of pages as his mind came back into consciousness. He felt warm somehow, even though he was sure he fell asleep in the library. Not detecting any danger or harm, Kaito let his mind wander and slowly, he felt the pull of dreams to bring him back asleep. Though just before he could fall back into sleep, he jolted awake. Eyes suddenly snapped open. He blinked away the dryness as his eyes adjusted to the light of the library. Kaito shifted, feeling soft fabric falling away from his shoulders. His hand reached to pull the fleecy blanket away.

"Morning Kaito." Shinichi beamed at him from his perch on the ladders. He sat hunched between the railings with a book in his hands. Eyes warm and soft as he placed the book onto a random shelf horizontally so the spine stuck out. "How did you sleep?" Walking over, Shinichi reached out to brush away Kaito's messy fringe but Kaito flinched away. Shinichi looked hurt by the action but it barely showed in his features. Instead, he stepped away back towards the desk.

Kaito watched as Shinichi nursed his white porcelain cup while browsing through the shelves once more. Possibly for another interesting title, possibly to look for a specific book, Kaito wasn't too sure. He noticed the distinct lack of coffee smell in the library this morning as he folded up the blanket to drape on the armchair's back.

"Wait," Kaito suddenly jolted, blanket nearly slipped from his hold, "why aren't you in bed? You were coming down with a fever."

"Why didn't you come to bed last night?" Instead of replying, Shinichi muttered a counter question over the rim of his mug. "You weren't there when I woke up."

"I..." Kaito stared down at the ground with the blanket clutched in his arms. He could not tell Shinichi that he felt dirty and therefore did not have the right to stay so close to the pure detective. He faintly noticed the dark splotch on his pants and the armchair, probably made by his cup of tea when he spilled it sometime during his unconsciousness. His mind made a connection, commenting how alike the colour is with dried blood.

"Kaito," he felt Shinichi place a hand on his shoulders, this time Kaito did not flinch away. "Stop blaming yourself."

Shinichi guided him towards the chaise lounge sitting close to the piano. He wrapped an arm around Kaito as they sat down, leaning in to confirm the presence.

"It's not the first time someone had to die for me." He whispered softly, setting his cup at the nearby table. "It's not the first time I couldn't prevent a death. Her blood may as well be on my hands."

"Shinichi, I was the one holding the gun. The one who pointed the muzzle at the helpless girl, the one who pulled the trigger." Although Kaito had a reason to pull the trigger, a justified reason, one that would save the life of someone greater than the one being sacrificed, it still meant he purposely took a life. He knew he could never wash away the stench of blood from his hands even if the stains were never there to begin with.

"Kaito." Shinichi hugged the life of his magician. "I saw it as well, you weren't the one to pull the trigger. It was Vermouth."

"I felt the trigger give way, I..." Kaito hesitated, his hands trembled, he could feel his own body shiver uncontrollably. 'How disgraceful,' Kaito thought to himself, 'for not being able to contain the involuntary action. If 'tou-san knew, he would have said I was bringing shame to the KID title.' Kaito couldn't help the onslaught of negative thoughts appearing inside his mind.

Shinichi placed a finger across Kaito's lips, effectively stopping Kaito from further dark thoughts. "Why are you so adamant in taking the blame?" Tears began to stream down Shinichi's face. "It wasn't your doing. If anyone were to blame, it would be mine alone."

"No, no. It was not your fault." Wrapping his own arms around his detective, he pulled Shinichi tighter and closer to his own body. He made his detective sad again. Kaito knew Shinichi is a proud person, had not cried no matter how hard and trying the times have been. For Kaito to cause tears in those clear blue eyes, it pain him and causes Kaito to feel guilty for his words. "I made the decision. Please don't cry." Kaito wiped away the tear trails.

"I'm crying for you, you idiot. The least I could do is to feel for you since you've become numbed. I know the feeling, the helplessness of not being able to stop thinking about what happened, not being able to voice out the frustration and grief." Shinichi buried his face into Kaito's shoulders. "I know you feel you've let me down but you didn't. I wouldn't say you did the right thing but out of all the options, it might be the only one that saved our lives." Shinichi's voice muffled against the fabric. "I know this isn't much comfort but know that I'm here for you. You're not alone in this. You were forced into this position. I'd rather if you'd blame me for having to force you go through with this."

"Shinichi, Love, I'd do anything for you. Even if it meant I had to carry the burden of having..." Kaito couldn't even say the words, his hands trembled and he grasped tighter onto Shinichi's shirt. Kaito nuzzled the black locks, taking in the fresh scent that was inherently his detective's. It had a calming effect on his muddled brain. Shinichi's hands patted soothingly on Kaito's back, as though trying to coax his magician to let go of all his bound up emotions. Kaito's Poker Face remained strong, not wanting to put his detective through his own roller-coaster of emotions. "I'd do anything for you." He repeated in a soft whisper, more to himself than directed at his detective.

"Don't force yourself." Shinichi peered up between his eye lashes as he looked up, to ascertain his magician's emotional well-being. "Don't force yourself to heal so quickly. The last time it happened to me, I forced myself to look pass the death, in the end I regretted it. The face of the lost was stuck, the more I try to forget, the stronger the memories. Three deaths I had not been able to prevent. All because I was too weak. This death would make the forth on my list. I might as well have pulled the trigger myself this time."

"My second." Kaito said after a long silence. "This was the second death by my hands." Peering over his detective's back, he glanced down at his hands. He could picture the white gloves falling off as fingers tries to grab onto the non-existent hand. But instead of seeing hands of pristine cleanliness, he saw soot, dirt, and blood. Instantly he released his hold on his detective, letting his arms fall to his side. "I had desperately wanted to save him but he willingly let go."

Shinichi reached for Kaito's hand and wrapped them round his own waist, holding it in place.

"This time is worst, I held onto the weapon that ended a life, willingly choose your's over her's. But I'd rather she be gone. After all, she had tortured you." Kaito did not struggle to pull away despite his mind telling him to. He felt safe, being held tight, as the fingers intertwined. He felt comforted by the steady throb of heartbeat pulsing through their contact. "I might not regret much but I do feel guilty." He admitted out loud.

"Don't try to reason their deaths. Please." The soft spoken words echoed loudly in the silent library as they sat embraced in each other's arms.

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They must have fallen asleep for they were startled awake when the young scientist tapped them on the knees. Both blushed at the position they were in, cuddled up as they sat on the chaise lounge with limbs entwined. Shinichi rested his head on Kaito's chest as Kaito has his nuzzling atop of Shinichi's head.

"I take it the two of you haven't eaten yet?" She asked with a despondent sigh. "The two of you are hopeless at taking care of yourselves." She forcefully pulled on their arms, forcing them to move. "It's past noon and high time the two of you had something in your stomach."

Lunch was strange for Kaito in the Professor's house. The little scientist had made a separate meal for each of them. Kaito peered across to Shinichi as the little scientist looked on from across the counter, as though daring them to comment on her cooking.

"You have much time on your hands don't you Haibara." Shinichi commented as he stabbed his pork cutlet.

"You're too thin," she pointed at the eating detective before turning to Kaito. "He needs comfort food and the professor's metabolic rate is low to take in the excessive fat."

Kaito stared at his gratin, filled to the brim with cheese. He would have been happy with miso soup and rice but apparently the little scientist thought comfort equals to fat. Maybe he should ask for chocolate instead of stomaching the fat-filled dish. Looking at the professor, who was having a staring contest of his own with a plain green salad, he wanted to take pity and share his dish. But the last time he tried had the little girl snapping at him and threatening disembowelment. Taking his own fork, he took a large scoop of the cheese mixture. Underneath the golden sheen laid a layer of vegetable and rice. The taste wasn't bad but he really didn't have much appetite.

"You better not waste my efforts Kuroba-kun. You too Kudo-kun. I don't want to see a single grain of rice left on your bowls."

They nodded enthusiastically, not wanting to anger her. The little scientist was more frightening than their own mothers and that was saying something.

When everything was cleared off their plates, and with Haibara behind the sink, as they nursed their cups of tea (Haibara withheld all coffee with a dangerous gleam in her eyes. Shinichi had instantly shied away from the packets of instant coffee mixture and rested his hands on the teabags), Kaito decided to ask what had been bothering him since he woke up in the library.

"What were you looking for?"

"The legend of Pandora. I wanted to know how many gifts are out there." Shinichi took a sip of his lukewarm tea.

"You could have just asked me." Kaito organised his thoughts, thankful that he had something else to focus on rather than the girl. "You know that Pandora was sent from the Gods to Earth as punishment for stealing fire."

Shinichi nodded. It was common knowledge the tales of Pandora but along the iterations, much information was lost. That was why Shinichi was scouring the Kudo library for old texts and books instead of looking in bookstores. In retrospect, he could have visited the university library or looked at the vast trove of the internet but he did not want to leave his magician alone. By staying inside the library, even watching Kaito sleeping with his face pulled taut and frowning, Shinichi felt he was doing something useful rather than laying in bed and waiting for Kaito to come up.

"Well, after Pandora was made by Hephaestus, each Olympus God gave her a gift. Athena taught her weaving and needlework, dressed and cloth her in a silvery gown." Kaito produced a small female figurine, "Hermes gave her the power of speech, a shameful mind and deceitful nature. He was also the one to give her the name of Pandora." A male figurine with wings for feet appeared next to the female. "Aphrodite gave her grace and the charms to that can make men fall weak at the knees." A pink figurine adorned with flowers to show beauty joined the pair. A fresh rose wound itself around her body. "Peitho and Charites gave her necklaces and finery to dress and beautify her." This time, a group of smaller figurines, bunched together and wrapped with a ribbon, stood next to Aphrodite. "And finally Horae gave her a garland crown." Another group of three female joined the standing figures, these were in checkered monochrome colours. "Before sending her down towards Earth, Zeus gave Pandora a Pithos, the literal translation for clay-ware for containing liquid most notably a jar though later adaptation had translated it as a box." The final, larger, male figurine sitting on a throne made its appearance with the rest.

Shinichi reached out towards the figure of Hermes.

"Why do you have these toys with you?" Shinichi turned the figurine in his hands, it did not feel collapsible or made from light weight material such as paper. "Were you anticipating me?"

"Love, you're always predictable to me." Kaito snapped his finger and the figurine turned into a single feather in Shinichi's hands. "And I always anticipate you. You are, after all, the focus to my being." Shinichi twirled the feather before tucking it behind his ear with a flush in his cheeks. He figured if Kaito was doing magic, then he should be feeling better.

Kaito smiled, brushing his hand across his detective's fringe, hands lingering on the ear with the feather. As he moved his hand away, a red rose joined the white feather. Shinichi blushed harder at the gesture, ducking away to hide the pink tinge resulting a laugh from Kaito. He replied with a small pout.

Shinichi reached out towards Kaito's hands, he sneaked his finger into the sleeve and pulled out the figurine of Hermes. Kaito mocked a shocked look to which Shinichi rolled his eyes.

"The Organisation let loose Hermes' gift, one that led to a zombie apocalypse. Why? How do they determine the gifts?" Shinichi was muttering to himself as he rocked the figurine forwards and backwards repeatedly. "What links Hermes to zombies?"

"The God of transition and boundary crossing." Kaito took the figurine and twirled it on his finger tips. "He's a patron for thieves but more prominently known for his ability to move between the world of mortal and the divine. I guess The Organisation took this to mean the undead."

"Then we can probably take Zeus' gift to mean the master key, or one that contains all the information of the other keys." Shinichi knocked the Zeus figure over. "That makes it the most dangerous, especially since it is supposed to be lost. If anyone who found it had less than savoury designs on the key, we'd all be doomed."

"That leaves us with Athena, Aphrodite, Peitho and Charites, and Horae. Provided they don't mean each individual Goddess within the group. Four unknown keys." Kaito took up his cup for a sip of tea. Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed the little scientist had finished her washing and made her way towards them. He hoped she was feeling generous and would share what she knew.

"I have a feeling Aphrodite's is another bio-chemical related key." Poking at the beautifully crafted figurine, he didn't topple it over.

"Because of her association with aphrodisiacs?" Kaito joked as he reached for a cookie on the table. "Or is it because of her ability to seduce?"

"Not sure, it's just a hunch." Shinichi's brows furrowed.

"Your hunches are generally correct you know." Kaito tapped the cookie on Shinichi's nose, leaving crumbs behind. Shinichi scrunched up his nose, rubbing the tip to clear it of the crumbs and oil.

"I don't know about Aphrodite, but Athena's key is purely informational." Haibara chipped in her two cents. "It contains incriminating information on many politicians and powerhouses around the world."

"So, blackmail material." Kaito nibbled on the areas of the cookie without chocolate chips.

"Pretty much explains it." Haibara shrugged her shoulders as she settled into a nearby seat and started thumbing through a random fashion magazine.

"And you know this how?" Shinichi quirked an eyebrow.

"I was once in possession of a version of it." She replied nonchalantly. "Though saying that, it really isn't all that important as all division heads had some version of that so-called key. We didn't know it as a key, it was called Descendant of God at the time."

Kaito popped the rest of the cookie into his mouth, savoring the overly sweet and sugary taste before whistling aloud. "Presumptuous much?"

"Well, it had, at that point in time, contained enough material to topple any country's economics so it made sense. Now though, I'm not sure." Haibara continued her browsing, with half an ear into their conversation.

"So, Peitho and Charites, and Horae. Any thoughts?" Shinichi looked at Kaito expectantly.

"You're asking me Meitantei?" Kaito innocently teased. "The Modern Day Holmes seeking a lowly Phantom Thief for advice?"

"No point in wasting good resource." Shinichi shrugged. "Besides, I'm too lazy to go online to look for the information."

Kaito mocked hurt. "Am I only a source of information to you?"

"No, you're a nice heater during cold nights."

Kaito instantly blushed, ducking to hide behind his own mug of tea. Hearing Shinichi flirtations always had that effect on him, as the detective never seems to be the sappy romantic type of person. His detective had the gall to snicker openly.

"Boys," Haibara warned, "non-PG conversations are to be left to private chambers." The underlying threat of 'don't let me catch another word or else' was left unsaid.

"I thought you supported us?" Shinichi, apparently for all his detective prowess, was unable to detect the annoyance in her voice.

"I support you coming out of the closet but I've only barely tolerate Kuroba-kun. His tendency to get you hurt is not endearing himself to me." She admitted plainly, levelling a critical gaze at Kaito. He felt particularly bad for having put Shinichi through so much, some unintentional and others unavoidable. "Although..."

Kaito perked up, mood instantly clearing.

"I guess he is learning."

Shinichi beamed at Kaito with a blinding smile. "That's her way of saying you're OK by her books."

Kaito considers this a win and snaps his fingers to produce a dove. Said dove carried with it a sprig of Iris in her beak as she flew towards the small scientist. The dove received a belly scratch for her efforts.

"They better be house trained Kuroba-kun." Haibara commented as he indulged the dove in her palm. The dove cooed as it burrowed deeper into the warm flesh.

Kaito had to hand it to her. The girl had managed to threaten him 3 times within 2 hours and he hadn't pulled a single prank that warranted such replies. 'Guess this just further proves the scariness of females surrounding Shinichi.' He thought to himself as he recalled his dove.

"Say, where's the Professor?" Shinichi sweeped his eyes around the room. "He disappeared immediately after lunch."

"Probably working on that prototype to read that ring." She flipped another page to her magazine, dove now relocated to her laps. Kaito had a distinct feeling that she was just going through the motions instead of actually reading anything on those glossy pages. "Before he had been working on figuring out what the ring opens. But with your descriptions, he seemed to have an eureka moment. So instead of figuring out what the lock is, I guess he's going to crack the key so to speak."

Just then, a small timer ring sounded through the house.

"More cookies?" Kaito joked. The plate in front of him had nothing but crumbs left. But to be honest, he wasn't the one who ate them. He only had two cookies, the rest were taken by the Professor before his disappearance.

"No, that was the timer reminding me the tests have finished." The young scientist looked at Kaito funnily, eyes critically analyzing every inch of his body. "I guess I'll have to do one more. I should have enough of your blood for this particular test." Sighing, she threw the magazine haphazardly onto the coffee table, dove fluttering away at the sudden movement. "If I even find your results to show the slightest bit towards being a diabetic, I'm going to have Kudo-kun withhold your sweets and chocolate and personally check your apartment for contraband."

"Don't you visit us frequent enough?" Kaito asked, hoping to somehow derail her from doing a full blood test.

"Not enough if Kudo-kun is still consuming three cups of coffee per day." She glared at Shinichi, somehow managing to convey that this was all his fault. Leaving the pair behind, she disappeared to her own lab.

"This means she not only approves but also care for your well-being as well Kaito." Shinichi patted his magician on the back. "She'll only become control-obsessive towards those she deems dear to her."

"If I sabotaged her, do you think she'll dissect me? Or would she amputate me?" Kaito edged towards the doorway to the basement lab.

"She'll castrate you and feed it to your doves." Shinichi joked behind his drink. His dove perked up from her perch on Kaito's shoulders at the mention and flew to where Shinichi sat. She was rewarded with a belly scratch for her efforts. "See, even your doves know better than to disturb Haibara. You need more self preservation."

"I have plenty of that. But now, I need to make sure she wouldn't confiscate my sweet and delectable treasure hoard." Kaito let out a shower of golden confetti. The tiny pieces of paper reflected the afternoon sun, glittered in the air. Shinichi had thought it would float down towards the ground but the confetti remained airborne.

"How...?" Shinichi plucked a piece from the air, tho action not met by any form of resistance.

"A magician never reveals his secret." Kaito wagged his finger with a large grin plastered on his face.

"What were you doing? Trying to ambush me?" Haibara startled Kaito, who jumped up high into the air, dislodging much of the floating confetti. "And clean up this mess." She pointed in the air before taking her previously vacated seat. "Well boys, I have some good news and some not so good news."

"You mean good news and bad news." Kaito took a seat opposite the scientist after seeing Shinichi do the same.

"Not necessarily bad. It depends how you see it, but it's exactly good news by my standards. So, which one first?" She looked at the both expectantly.

"Let's start with good." Kaito volunteered.

"Good news is that whatever that antidote was, it managed to help patch up Kudo-kun's immune system. He wouldn't be so vulnerable towards a cold anymore."

Kaito breathed a sigh of relief. It had always been a worry for him whenever they go out and seeing Shinichi shiver at the slightest wind. "And the not so good?"

"The combination of the injected poison and antidote re-activated the APTX." Haibara held up her hand to stop any questions for the moment. "Saying that, this does not mean Kudo-kun would turn back into Conan in the near future or his cells to start self destructing. Only when he ingest enough of the catalyst would the remnants of the APTX activate itself and even then, it wouldn't cause his death."

This confused Kaito. "So Shinichi wouldn't die due to the APTX but whatever he was injected with last night made the APTX active and he could potentially become Conan. Is that what you're saying?"

"And he would revert back to his true age once the catalyst is dilute enough in his blood." She observed them for reactions.

Shinichi looked contemplative as he stared into his hands. Moments passed in silence as the pair digested the information.

"I'm taking this catalyst to be something not commonly found in normal meals." Shinichi spoke without making eye contact. "And I have to ingest enough of it to have felt its effect."

"You'll have plenty of opportunities to come in contact with the catalyst but you're also disciplined enough to not over indulge. Especially considering it's various names." She seems to be having quite a game with this.

"Wine?" Kaito ventured a guess.

"Close Kuroba-kun." Haibara looked highly amused and entertained. "More specifically alcohol."

"Great, I can get drunk and have alcohol poisoning as a child." Shinichi's sarcasm was thick.

"Getting drunk is only half the worries, I'm more concerned about your physical self." Haibara turned to address Kaito. "He can drink but as soon as he becomes tipsy and face flushed, stop him and bring him somewhere secluded. Drink lots of fluids and preferably have a full meal before drinking. Should he actually begin to steam, keep note of his heartrate and call me immediately. Make sure his breathing is stable and not gasping, try to hear if there's any wheezing in his lungs. If you have the equipment, check blood pressure. The one thing I'm most concern about is the stress placed on his heart."

"It sounds suspiciously like the effects would only come into play when blood alcohol is at a certain level..." Kaito looked at Shinichi wearily, who was muttering about the unfairness of life and 'wouldn't it be interesting to see Conan drunk?'

"It is. In any case, refrain from alcohol consumption. It would be better for him all around."

For some off reason, the little scientist had taken up the role of becoming their private physician. Though Kaito was glad there would be someone he could trust and call if things in askew.

"And you." Kaito became cross-eyed when she pointed a finger at him. "You need to cut back on sugar. I may have not found anything but taking preventive measures now can help your future health."

Shinichi snickered beside him.

"And no coffee for Kudo-kun for the whole of next week." She said spitefully.

When they left the Professor's house late afternoon, Kaito felt the heaviness that had settled around him to ad lifted. He let out a contented smile, walking closer than normal to Shinichi. Wrapping an arm around his waist, he tucked himself to his detective's side as they took in the familiar streetscape towards the train station.

-TBC-


A/N: So much information...thank goodness there's the internet. Anyways, want to put an OMAKE in just because I can.

Warning: Suggestive content


-OMAKE-

In the darkened apartment, lights turned to a dim glow and curtains pulled shut, two figures engaged in a battle on the bed. One hovering over the other as hands fumbled around the bedside table. The clinking and thumping of objects hitting the many surfaces would have been a cause for concern, especially with bits of broken glass and magic props strewn about the wooden floor close to the bed. A set of metallic handcuff clinked as it hit the wooden framework of the bed.

"Shinichi." Kaito moaned from his position in bed. He laid spreadeagled, blankets pushed to the end of the bed and bedsheets twisted around them. "Please, no more. I can't take it anymore."

"Kaito, stop struggling." Sweat rolled down Shinichi's forehead as he tried to make his magician stay still.

"No, no more." Kaito panted as he tried to lash out, sweat soaked limbs directed at Shinichi's position above him.

"You can take this." Shinichi gently cupped his cheeks. "It'll be over soon." Shinichi coaxed Kaito to open up.

"Not like this, I can't. Not anymore. My stomach is full." Kaito could feel the stretch of skin around his stomach. "It's too much."

"It's no where near and you're just prolonging the torture. The longer you delay, the worst it is." Shinichi's thumb stroked the flushed cheeks. "And I promise you'll feel good really soon."

"I don't want it," even though Kaito was pushing Shinichi away, he had unconsciously latched onto the material of Shinichi's shirt and was pulling instead of pushing.

"See, even your body is disobeying you. Now just a little bit more and then you can rest." Shinichi's thumbs played on Kaito's lower lips, brushing the soft flesh. "Don't make me force you."

"Shinichi." Tears were threatening to roll out of Kaito's eyes. "Please, no?"

"This is not going to work on me, I know your faking your tears." Shinichi pulled back his hand, laying it onto Kaito's chest right above his heart. "Your body is telling me otherwise you know, your heartrate is erratic and you're sweating profusely." Shinichi smiled gently as he kissed his magician on the eyelids. "You'll feel better, I swear."

"No." Kaito let out a breathy moan of displeasure. Shinichi had no choice but to lean back slightly to give Kaito some room.

"Would you rather take it in another form?" Shinichi rummaged around the drawers, fingers searching for the coldness of metal. "I think we have the equipment."

"You're evil Love. You should know I hate needles!" Kaito had to pout, earning another gentle brush of fingers to his face.

"Then take the damn medicine. You're burning up as it is. If you get any higher in temperature, I'll have to bring you to the hospital. Though Haibara's medicine should work fine."

"You just force fed me liquids not moments ago, I can still feel it sloshing in my stomach. That was too much!"

"That was 4 hours ago, you fell asleep after drinking the broth and did not take the medicine. I was nice enough to not wake you up. Now, take this obediently before I grab the syringe and inject it into you." Shinichi brandished the small bottle of pills. "Haibara somehow knew you would be resisting and gave me the injection version for it."

Kaito reluctantly let Shinichi help him lever himself up. The lightheaded-ness and heavy limbs made it difficult for Kaito to resist to begin with. Couple that with Shinichi's forceful nature and Kaito had no choice but to follow his detective's order. He let Shinichi put the pills into his mouth, taking a sip of the offered water before falling back into the pillows.

"I hate getting sick." Kaito moaned to the side, watching as Shinichi cover his half-naked body with the blanket.

"It's probably a delayed reaction to yesterday night's stress." Shinichi tucked him in. "I'll come back in an hour. Close your eyes and rest, sleep if you can ok?" Shinichi kissed Kaito on the forehead before gathering the pills. His footsteps crunched as he stepped on the broken glass. Kaito had a fever induced nightmare, one that prompted Shinichi to call up Haibara frantically in the middle of the night. The scientist came, diagnosed, and left instructions and pills for Shinichi to take care of his magician, stating that it wasn't serious, and it wasn't a virus infection. How could the magician self-induce sickness is beyond Shinichi's guess.

-OMAKE END-

A/N: Mind out of gutter please.