Conan whipped his head around and stared at the person who entered the room. It only took a second to register the person, it was Kid. Conan instantly felt cold with this new information, his palms though where sweaty and his eyes started to narrow with a new burst of bravery he had left. His voice was sharp as he asked,
"Where am I?"
Kid didn't answer the question until he was fully in the room, he wore a plain grey shirt and faded blue jeans with a cap to give some cover to his face, he finally closed the door and it click again as it was locked. In Kid's hands he held a tray of rise, chicken, and carrots. The basic food for a child, though Conan wasn't one at heart and mind, but Kid didn't know that, as far as Conan knew.
Kid finally spoke, but it didn't answer Conan's question.
"I brought you your meal, since you slept through lunch, its best to have it now."
Conan didn't move an inch, his gaze burned into the side of Kid's face, trying to burn a hole, but to no avail. Conan glanced away clearly annoyed for being ignored.
Kid smirked at this, and picked up the spoon and scooped up a small portion of rice and brought it to the child's lips.
Conan flinched when he felt the hot touch of a spoon on his lips and tightly sealed his lips closed and refused the food Kid brought him. A minute passed before Conan opened his mouth to growl at Kid,
"I can feed myself thank you very much. But I won't eat until you tell me where I am and why is my wrist!"
Conan indicated the wrist shackle and the chain connected to the headboard. Kid didn't flinched at the tone of his voice, he placed the spoon back in the rice and sat on the edge of the bed beside Conan, Conan tried to scoot as far away from him as possible, but Kid put his arm around Conan's waist and raised him onto Kid's lap.
Conan squirmed in Kid's grip as the thief put his hand under Conan's arm and reached up towards his chin then, gripped the child's chin and held his still as he leaned his head down beside Conan's ear. He told Conan in a purr like voice into his ear,
"You know struggling isn't helping you at all. You're making me restraint myself more then you think."
Conan stopped struggling instantly and nearly frozen in place. He felt Kid's mouth on his neck and felt his warm breath against his skin. Conan snapped out of his frozen state when kid licked his neck. Conan jumped out of Kid's grip so fast he hit the headboard when leaping away from the thief. He held his hand over the place where kid had licked; it was wet from Kid's tongue. Kid stood up from his spot and smiled down at the small boy, who was pressed against the bed frame as far away from himself. Conan finally found his voice but it was shaky.
"P-Pedophile!" Conan shouted at Kid.
Kid's smirk just widened as he shrugged and leaned towards Conan who pressed even farther into the bed. Kid reached in his pocket and pulled out his glove and put it on. He then moved his hand his hand towards Conan's trembling figure, and placed his hand over Conan's nose and mouth. Kid watched as Conan's eyes went wide and reach up his hands to grip Kid's wrists to pull the hand away that was covered in chloroform. But he couldn't match Kid's strength and went limp again. Darkness clouded his mind.
Kid move his glove away when he saw the child had passed out. He gently raised the child in his arms and placed him back in the bed. He covered Conan and sat at the edge of the bed again and smiled at the sleeping child. Even if Conan thought him as a Pedophile, it didn't matter. Conan was Shinichi. The great detective who out smarted Kid at the clock tower. Kid raised himself up from sitting and leaned over Conan and kissed him gently.
"You still need to sleep before I tell you my reasons." Kid whispered as if Conan was awake. Kid raised his hand and made a red rose appear in his hands and placed it beside Conan's pillow and whispered,
"My shiniganimi Tantei-Chan."