Title: Too Many Thoughts
Fandom: Magic Kaito
Characters: Ginzo Nakamori, Kaitou Kid
Prompt: 084. He
Word Count: 570 words
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ginzo is thinking about his and the taskforce's relationship with Kid.
Author's Notes: Rated because of...I think it's all of one swear word. I blame Shinju for this fic. She knows why.

Nakamori Ginzo was confused. For years he had hated, or thought he hated, the Kaitou Kid, but now he wasn't sure. Because thinking back Kid could almost be considered a friend. He was always able to offer Ginzo a safe challenge in his job and always stuck to his rule that no one got hurt. He wasn't like any other criminal Ginzo had ever seen. It was so confusing sometimes.

He wasn't sure at this point if Kid was even really an enemy. Those men in Black did more damage to him and his men than Kid ever did, and without their chasing Kid all the time some of his men wouldn't have had the endurance to keep moving and get away when the shooting started tonight.

So was Kid an enemy? A Friend? A Rival?

None of them seemed to work. The closest he could figure was a friendly rival.

Kid was a mystery and the biggest headache that Ginzo had ever had. He really thought that the thief was there just to learn new words sometimes so he made sure to keep increasing his knowledge of curse words just for the Kid.

Ginzo finally decided that it wasn't worth trying to think about what to call the relationship of Kid to the Task Force now. It had been a long night with the men in black shooting at them all and Kid doing his damndest to stop them from getting killed. It was like he had trained them while they chased him to be slightly more agile so they would know what to do now… but that was impossible.

Damn it there he went again thinking about Kid.

Kid was stealing sleep from him.

Ginzo finally sighed and got out the journal he had started a few years ago and decided to write down his new reflections on Kid.

There was a heist tonight.

A figure in white laughingly dared us to follow him. To catch him if we could. He's taunted us and trained us to be the machine we are today. We've been chasing him for years this man. Each time he came the game is the same. The laughing smile "catch me if you can" it says, "catch me if you can."

For a while it seemed he had left us. Eight long years holding our breath waiting for his return to the mocking puzzle of a thief we knew, but he returned just as we thought. Mocking us, taunting us at every turn, stretching our limits with the same smile as before, "Catch me if you can."

And someday I will.

And as he put down his pen he turned to the window and just outside he could see the Kid. Kid smiled at him and tipped his hat before disappearing.

Ginzo smiled.

Cheeky he may be, but he was also a gentleman because there on the window was the inspector's most treasured possession. He had thought he lost it for good when it dropped it earlier that night. It was a small photo album having space for only five photos. His wife was in there, his daughter too along with her friend Kuroba Kaito, then there was a picture of himself, and there in the back the thief had placed a hand drawn picture of himself in front of a full moon.

Cheeky indeed, but the taskforce didn't need to know about this.