A/N: Okay, okay. This is a seriously shitty chapter; completely irrelevant to the plot, and slow, so very slow. I only posted this because I wanted to put something up a week before I get my summer vacation. Yup, so, after this shitty chapter, and all the slow updates, summer is finally here. I will be able to focus solely on the things I want to do and finish – including this story you're reading right now. It should go relatively fast, considering that I already had the plot out from the start, but who knows? (Shrugs) It could take years for me to finish this story – well, not years, but you know what I mean. (Laughs) OH! Did anyone else hear that DCTP can't fansub anymore episodes because of FUNimation?! Gosh, that pissed me off. XD Thinking of making a petition, but that seems too extreme. (Coughs) Oh, I also started taking up Karate, so I may add that in the story later on. Just for heads up. (Grins) Also, I was psyched when I saw that you're able to add pictures for the cover of the story! I had a picture drawn for a while now, so it's now up as the cover. It's kinda crappy quality, but meh. (Shrugs) And wow…This was a freakin' long author's note…. Hehe…My bad, just wanted to share my news with someone…

Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan or Magic Kaito in any way or form.

Chapter Six

I stared at the white ceiling above me. My eyes fluttered shut and I took a deep breath, breathing in the scent of Kaito and his room; it was a slightly musky smell, full of roses, and something sweet. Kaito-san had insisted that I slept in his bed when I had insisted that I should sleep on the couch. He hadn't asked why I need a place to stay, but it would happen eventually. My mind swirled for ideas.

I guess I could tell him the same story I told Heiji; something about an abusive dad or what not. It would be the best idea if social services find me and they feel the urge to compare stories. But, the abusive dad story wasn't a very good lie. It was horridly uncreative, actually. It was, sort of, a half-truth, though, so it would work if I decided to stick with it. Still felt uncreative, though; I need to come up with something creative and very much believable. Maybe I could say I got lost or something? I let out an audible snort at the thought.

Wow, lost; so very creative. My eyes opened and I looked over to the big picture of Kuroba Touichi on the wall; the door to Kaitou KID's 'lair'. I'd need to go and get some supplies from there, just to be prepared. After all, the Detective Conan world wasn't exactly a safe place; heck, people seemed to die every day – from unnatural causes. It's a dangerous place where people sit around thinking of intricate ways of murdering others. I bit my lip to contain my giggle. Putting it that way, made it sounded funny instead of murderous and scary.

My eyes narrowed at all the white. White walls, white ceiling – I had always found it strange that Kaito's room was white; he seemed like the more colorful type. Then again, perhaps he was indecisive with the color he wanted. I shifted into a sitting position and looked over to the door warily, before getting off the bed slowly.

My feet glided across the floor silently as I head towards Kuroba Touichi's portrait. Might as well get the supplies now – who knows when I might have another chance like this? The portrait swung to reveal the entrance to the KID Lair, and I hoisted myself over the bottom into the spacious room. It shut behind me with a small click and I jolted when the school lights on the ceiling automatically turned on. I relaxed after a moment, and wandered deeper in.

The floor was cold and the air was chilly, and it made me feel unwelcome as I continued intruding into the room of the Kaitou KID legacy. Maybe, I was just freezing because I was only wearing one of Kaito-san's shirts, though – making me feel insecure and devastatingly small by the way it was like a dress on me. I shrugged off the feeling of discomfort and walked over to the wooden trunk, curious about the wire that was connected to the desk lamp at the back of the room.

I rummaged through the chest, interested in the series of strange contraptions. There were long tubes, a bag full of small little hatchets, there was several hairspray cans, a pocket knife, pick pocket tools by the plenty, and I even spotted confetti bags, glitter, feathers, streamers, smoke and flash bombs, and banners with anything you could think of written on them. Magicians take preparation to the extreme, I noted and grabbed one hairspray can, a couple small hatchets, flash bombs, and a few pick pocketing tools.

"This should do…," I mumbled and carried the stolen goods and placed them at the base of the entrance. I left them there and traveled deeper into the – I'm guessing – fire-proof room, and looked over to the white car. It looked like the platform it was on lowered somewhere, and that's how it would get in and out unseen. That could come in handy..., "Oh." I blinked. And blinked again. I shook my head and let out a chuckle as I gazed at the machine – figures that the Kaitou KID lair would have a pinball game.

I let out an interested sound, but decided that I had done enough snooping around, and headed back to the entrance, passing the mirror-closet before scooping up my (Well, not really my...) things, and stumbling over the bottom and into Kaito-san's room again. I hurried to place the stolen items in my bag – which I had placed on Kaito's desk, so I had to begrudgingly use his chair to reach it – and glanced back at the portrait to make sure that it was on the right side. It was, and I sighed in relief, heading to the bed and plopping myself on it. I willed myself to go to sleep; I imagine that tomorrow is going to be a busy day.

ooOOoo

"Thank you for letting me stay the night, Kuroba-oniichan!" I cheered, grinning up at the tall teen as I prepared to leave. I had only asked to stay one night, after all, and I didn't want to impose. Also, there's the fact that I would be discovered and I wanted to stay hidden for a little while longer – let the pieces I was preparing fall into place before I could let them figure me out.

Kaito gave me a concerned look. "Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?" Hm…I guess it would be more logical to bring him along. I only have the appearance of a three year old, and I don't have any physical strength in this form; it could get dangerous if I run into the wrong people. A shiver ran down my spine at the thought of pedophiles. You know what…, "Actually, can you come with me, Kuroba-oniichan? I'm scared." That wasn't a lie.

He gave a reassuring smile, and grabbed my hand in his gently. We started on our search, and I felt a small beat of guilt – we wouldn't find anyone, and I was only taking Kaito-san's kindness for granted. After all, I knew I was going to have to ask him if I could stay at his house a bit longer.

I sighed as we walked down the street. Sometimes, I hate having a conscious. A chuckle escaped me at the thought – that sounded completely ridiculous…

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To: Kudo Shinichi Tanteisan – Ah, no, you're right. (Nods) I've been updating epically slow, but like I said in the author's note, summer is here and I can write more. XD And yup! I was probably drunk from the blow of it finally hitting me that I am in the DC world. (Laughs)

-Edit: Not too many here, either… I wonder why I'm doing this… (Deadpan) XD