Briiing. Briiing. Briiiii-

"Oh god just shut up!"

The school bell let out another shrill ring just to spite him, and Kaito lowered himself into his seat with a sigh. Stupid bell. It felt like the person who had picked it had been trying to be as annoying as possible.

Yesterday's heist had been successful yet again, largely due to the fact that without a certain Brit, the entire Task Force were basically morons (although there was that new girl who had managed to solve his heist note. Huh. He'd never seen her before).

"To be honest," he thought idly, "Hakuba is probably the driving force behind any success in catching me in the first place." Hakuba hadn't been helping out at any heists because had been in England for the last year or so.

Except, of course, for the fact that his favorite detective was currently walking into the room with an exhausted and irritated look plastered onto his face.

"All right, class!" Their overly happy teacher chirped, smiling. "Today, one of our old students is returning after some time abroad!" She motioned for Hakuba to enter the room, which he did.

"Hakuba! Over here!" Aoko waved her arms happily, a smile appearing on her face. She gestured to the seat between herself and Kaito. "We missed you!"

Hakuba glanced over to them, his lack of sleep still obvious due to the eye shadows under his eyes. Then-

an almost inaudible jerk of the head, shudder- was that a blush? And then Hakuba was striding determinately towards the only other empty seat in the class, the faintest hint of red adorning his cheeks.

"Huh," Kaito mused. Something was up with Hakuba. What could it possibly be...?


"Somebody shoot me," Hakuba muttered under his breath. "Somebody shoot me somebody shoot me somebody shoot me." He repeated this rather morbid chant several more times while pacing back and forth in the empty classroom, his brain whirring wildly.

Judging from his lack of reaction whatsoever, Kuroba had not realized who the person who he had kissed was (either that or he simply wasn't the KID, but the sheer notion of that was simply ridiculous). Seeing that the Task Force had been unconscious at the time, his superb deductive skills could therefore assume that he was the only person who actually knew the whole story about The Kiss.

So.

As long he kept his mouth shut and a strong poker face on, there was absolutely no reason for anybody to ever know about this. Ever. EVER.

"If I'm lucky," he mused, "My brain will repress the memory of that ever happening because it was so traumatic, in a decade or two when KID is in jail my therapist will uncover these memories, and then I can sue that stupid thief for sexual harassment."

And with that happy thought, Hakuba exited the classroom.

After all, there was no way he WASN'T going to keep his mouth shut.

Right?


"I sense a great change in the scope of the future," Akako whispered breathlessly. "Kuroba... you'd better watch out for your knight on a white horse. Something recent has happened that will cause him to sweep our black-feathered ghost off his feet..." She finished her prophecy ominously.

Kaito suddenly felt a pang of nervousness. But this had nothing to do with the fact that Akako had spewed another eerie riddle of a prediction, since that happened every other day. No, it was because this time, Akako had trailed off near the end before turning a lovely shade of red and excusing herself hurriedly to the bathroom, hand clutching her nose.

Before he had any time to ponder this any farther, Aoko cut off his train of thought.

"That Hakuba," she grumbled angrily. "What in the world was he up to this morning, that jerk? Ignoring me like that?" She slammed down her fist in emphasis.

Kaito shrugged and ignored her as she went on another angry tirade. At least this time, he wouldn't be the receiving end of her mop-fueled wrath. Kaito (almost) felt sorry for Hakuba.

And speak of the devil, the British detective was walking towards them now, a distinct aura of awkwardness resting on his shoulders. Aoko immediately jumped up and unleashed all her fury upon his poor, unfortunate soul.

"I-I'm sorry, okay?" Hakuba raised both his hands in defense, then immediately ducked to avoid a viciously swinging mop aimed at his head. He caught Kaito staring at their mop-fight-dance and immediately started blushing again. "I guess I wasn't th-thinking because someon-thing else was on my mind and-" the rest of his stuttered excuse was drowned out by several resounding whaps courtesy of the mop as well as more yelling.

"I never knew watching a mop-fight could be so entertaining," Kaito mused dryly as he sipped his milk. "Just as long as you're not the victim, I suppose." Something really was up with Hakuba, though, seeing that he had been stuttering, blushing even more, and- was that a slip of the tongue?

"Oi, Aoko," he yelled from his seat to the entertainment. "I think you need to stop before you kill him. I can see the headlines now.."Internationally Famous and Promising Detective's Life Tragically Cut Short by Mop at Hands of Female Classmate." He gestured dramatically with his hands to prove his point.

"And besides," Kaito could not help but let a completely out of character and demonic grin stretch across his face, "Didn't you notice? He nearly said 'someone.' It's obvious- Hakuba was thinking about the person he has a crush on! Who knew that the cold-hearted and prissy Englishman could actually harbor feelings as acute as lov-"

"Incorrect deduction," Hakuba interrupted quickly, trying to regain composure as he straightened his lapel. It appeared that poker faces weren't particularly easy to keep. "It's obvious why I am the detective and you, a worthless thief." With that cutting remark behind him, he turned and tried to saunter smoothly away.

And crashed into Akako.

Who took one look at him, grabbed her nose and fled back towards the bathroom.

"...what on Earth..?" Hakuba asked himself.


"Boss?" The man asked. "You called for me?" His walrus mustache quivered slightly as he spoke, his nervous, piggish eyes darting back and forth in the shadow of the fedora perched jauntily on his head. He grasped the electronic device through which he speaking in his hand tighter. "What is it?"

"Snake." The voice on the other end was cold, calculating, and slightly altered to hide the identity of his owner. "I have a new mission for you, seeing that you still have not caught that stupid thief. Hopefully you can handle both at the same time." His tone of voice had a slight edge to it, so his words sounded almost like a threat.

"Of-of course, boss!" Snake nodded vigorously despite the fact that his boss probably couldn't see him. Probably. "What is this new mission?"

"It is slightly related to your old one," the voice drawled. "Do you know the police head of Tokyo?"

"You mean... Hakuba?" Snake thought for a second. "I heard he was completely incorruptible: a real champion for the law."

"Yeah, him." The voice replied. "I tire of him always meddling in our... business transactions. It's quite tiresome and wastes quite a bit of my time, frankly. So, your job is-"

"To assassinate him?" Snake asked, a tad hopefully.

"No, nothing of the sort. Killing a person in such a high position would attract all kinds of unwanted attention." The voice suddenly switched to a brisk, business-like tone of voice. "Recently, Hakuba's teenage son has returned to Japan after studying abroad for a year. Your job will be to kidnap him. We can hold him hostage to use as leverage to convince Hakuba that perhaps overlooking some of our more... unsavory pastimes would be ideal for both sides." An evil chuckle. "Can I count on you?"

"Of course!" Snake responded, a beat too quickly. "He seems quite fond of those KID heists, so I'll see what I can do."

The only response he got was the beeping from the phone that signified the termination of the call.


Kekeke. Do I smell an actual plot? (yes. This ...thing... will have an actual plot in it. Somehow. That I will make up as I go along.)

Look! I finally updated! It's obvious why I never tried writing a multi-chapteral fic before: I'm really, really lazy. That, and I somehow got writer's block on chapter 2. (I knew I should have written out the plot beforehand...)

Ominous conversation is ominous.

Please review. They serve as motivation to the lazy-as-bricks me.

Also, Detective Conan, Magic Kaito, and these characters belong to Gosho Aoyama, not me. If they did...