Disclaimer: I don't own Mario either.

A/N: There are puns in this chapter, if you don't get any just let me know and I will explain it! Btw, for the Japanese pun you need to know that aka means red and aka-chan means baby (infant).

Also I would like to thank my two wonderful betas, Tsukika and Megildur!

The first thing Shinichi did when he woke up was pray that he would never have a repeat performance of the day before. Shinichi could safely conclude that he would rather be shot than ever have to wear a dress again. He could accurately say this because he'd been shot before. Wearing the dress had been much more painful. At least bullet wounds only took about three weeks to heal. Shinichi didn't think his pride would ever recover from the blow it took by being subjected to wearing the dress in front of his colleagues. He just wanted to hole up in his house for the next year until everyone forgot about the incident. Unfortunately he didn't think that was likely to happen courtesy of the asshole pounding on his bedroom door.

"Would the lady of the house please get her ass out of bed so we can go? If I'm not back in Osaka by noon Kazuha will kill me! And why the hell is your door locked?"

Shinichi rolled out of bed, shuffling over to the door and opening it with a glare, "Tell Toyama-san that if she needs it I would be happy to help. And if you had my mother you would quickly develop the habit of always locking your door as well."

Hattori stared at him a moment, "You know, I really don't think I wanna know."

"No you really, really don't." Then almost nonchalantly Shinichi pulled back his foot, and then quickly shot it forward into Hattori's shin. Hattori cursed and jumped. Rubbing his stinging shin, he yelled, "The hell was that for!"

"The lady of the house would like the resident idiot to move his ass. I want coffee damnit, and you're in the way."

Ignoring the dirty look Hattori shot at him, Shinichi brushed past him and both boys headed downstairs. Making their way across the ground floor, Hattori almost ran straight into Shinichi when the Eastern detective stopped short upon entering the kitchen. Hattori leaned to the side to see what had stopped Shinichi. There on the dining table was a stack of clothing. To be exact, the clothes Shinichi had been wearing the night before. Along with the neatly folded clothing was the SoccerBelt and Shinichi's shoes. Propped up against the clothes was a simple white note. Approaching, Shinichi picked up the note and flipped it over to read it, Hattori leaning over his shoulder to do so as well.

Dearest Meitantei-kun,

I hope you enjoyed last night's heist as much as I did. May all our future meetings go so well. I remain sincerely yours,

Kaitou KID (doodle)

P.S. You need better security! You didn't lock your bedroom window! You should be more careful, thieves could get in.

"So why wasn't your window locked?"

"My room is on the third floor, I didn't think it'd be an issue!"

They stared at each other is silence for a moment, and then Hattori finally had to ask, "How does Kaitou KID even know where you live? What did he do, follow you home from a heist one day?"

Shinichi grimaced, "He probably did a lot of research on me once he figured out that Edogawa Conan was a front for Kudou Shinichi."

"Well that's creepy."

"Like you have any right to say that. Need I remind you that you knew I was tone-deaf before we had ever even met? That's not exactly common knowledge, Hattori."

"Uh, er, well—hey look at the time! Grab your coffee and let's go!"

Kaito limped into the kitchen and carefully sat down at the table. Chikage looked at her son with concern shining brightly on her face, "Kaito, are you all right? Did you get hurt at the heist?"

Kaito gave his mother a reassuring smile, "Just bruised. Meitantei-kun was a little enthusiastic last night, and his soccer ball got me on the thigh."

Chikage nodded in understanding, a mischievous smile lighting upon her face, "Well, you'll just have to try harder to get the dear to stop, now won't you? Though try not to traumatize the poor boy too badly."

Kaito smirked, "I make no promises."

Shinichi cursed as he watched Kaitou KID dart out the door, before taking off after the escaping thief. He also silently cursed the mansion's eccentric owner for placing so many statues, vases, and random junk so haphazardly everywhere in the house. It made it twice as difficult to keep up with the irritating thief when he kept having to keep an eye on the ground lest he run into something and break it. Unfortunately this distraction made it so Shinichi didn't see the trap said thief had set up for him.

Upon stepping through the next doorway Shinichi was hit with a bucketful of bright red paint. Stopping dead in his tracks, Shinichi looked up just in time to see a bucket's worth of glitter descend upon him. Brushing aside his dripping, glittering bangs Shinichi glared at the snickering thief.

Kaitou KID waggled his fingers in a little wave while wearing a shark-like grin, "Well now, what's that glare for? Aren't you happy to see me, Meitantei-kun? I missed you so~."

"The day I'm actually happy to see your stupid mug I will willingly tell Ran her hair-style is ridiculous."

"While I agree with you on the—excuse the pun—hair point, and as much as it pains me to remind you of this fact, we have the same face. I thought you had figured that out by now, or are you losing your touch?"

Shinichi could feel his eye start to develop a twitch, "It was a figure of speech! And yes, I am fully aware that you are able to disguise yourself as me without using a mask. Though I have to question your intelligence as to why you insist on reminding me of it. It's almost like you want me to hunt you down."

KID gave what Shinichi would have found to be an endearing smile had the paint and glitter covered teen not been so irritated with the thief, "Now we both know that you'd never do that, Meitantei-kun. You're more concerned with murderers than chasing down thieves on their days off."

Shinichi sighed, and then grimaced at the feeling of paint sliding down the back of his shirt, "The only reason I don't is because I know you're harmless. Unlike Hakuba, I know there are more important things to do than chase a thief who always returns what he steals and has a no violence policy. You're more of an irritant than a felon."

KID pouted, "How mean~! I'll have you know thousands of people all over the world love me!"

"Only because they've never personally met you. You dumped paint and glitter on me."

"Believe me, you deserved it."

"For what?"

"Unfortunately it looks like our time together tonight is over. You have a way to go yet before you can totally out-wit me, aka-chan. Until next time!" Then with a wink and poof of smoke he was gone. Shinichi jumped as somebody cleared their throat right behind him.

"I don't believe Kaitou KID-san has any right to call you that." Hakuba said as he stared at the sparkly red monstrosity standing before him.

"It was lacking in taste. What took you so long to get here?"

"I took a bit more time to ensure that I wouldn't fall into any, ah," he looked Shinichi over, "traps. Why were you just chatting with him?"

"Instead of trying to catch him? I'm covered in paint; I'd rather not get it anywhere else in this mansion than I absolutely have to."

"Ah, well, let's make our way to the garden shall we? I'm pretty sure I saw a hose there earlier; we can try to rinse the paint and glitter off so it doesn't ruin the upholstery in your car too badly. I'm afraid your clothes have become a casualty to yet another one of Kaitou KID-san's pranks."

Shinichi pouted, "I really liked these shoes, too."

"If you want I can give you the address to send the bill to for a new pair."

Shinichi smirked at him before reaching back and pulling out a mini transmitter microphone from underneath his shirt collar, "No, I don't think that will be necessary, thank you. Hey KID, you've been listening right? I don't care about the pants and shirt, but I most definitely want my shoes replaced. Though this time I suggest you not go through my bedroom window again."

Hakuba stared at the tiny transmitter sitting in Shinichi's palm, "That's rather creepy. Does that usually happen?"

Shinichi glanced at Hakuba, "What, him bugging me or him coming into my house via the window in my room?"

"Both, actually."

"Ah, well if he sees the opportunity he'll try to slip a bug on me. He's only ever been to my house once that I know of, and it was to return what he'd taken from me."

"The dress incident?"

Shinichi flushed, "We don't talk about that. Ever."

There was a lull in the conversation before Hakuba asked, "I bet that hot-headed idiot mentions it every time you see him, doesn't he?"

Shinichi glowered, "Yes, yes he does."

Kaito scowled down into the breakfast pan. Two fluffy golden-brown pancakes stared innocently back up at him. Kaito took a deep breath before reaching up to grab the pan with one hand and then he flipped the pancakes one last time before removing them from the pan with the other hand, wincing all the while. He had been hit with what felt like the force of a bullet last night on just the perfect spot on his shoulder to make even wiggling his fingers hurt.

Kaito hadn't been aware it was possible to kick a ball that hard; he should have known by now not to underestimate Kudou Shinichi. Kaito stared at the rest of the pancake mix he still had to make into batter. Whimpering, he started mixing it. Poker Face be damned, he could act like a baby if he wanted to in his own house. Kaito silently swore to himself that he would make Shinichi regret the day he made making pancakes hurt.

Shinichi didn't think the smug smirk on Kaitou KID's face boded well for his future or his dignity. That was his last thought before he got a blast of pink knock-out gas to the face and everything went dark. When Shinichi regained consciousness, the first thing he noticed was that he couldn't move. His ankles were tied together, as were his hands tied behind his back, and his arms tied to his torso. He also noticed that he was hanging from a rope attached to a beam on the ceiling, as evidence of the fact that he was currently staring down at Hakuba, Nakamori, and the rest of the task force some twenty feet below him. The next thing Shinichi noticed, besides the fact that he seemed to be in a warehouse of sorts, was that Hakuba was in a Mario costume with a giant sign in his hand that read "Go Save Princess Peach!".

Shinichi took stock of his situation once more and groaned. Sure enough, he was decked out in a Princess Peach costume, including: white high-heels, white elbow-length gloves, a poofy pink dress, a long wavy blonde wig, and nestled atop the wig a jeweled tiara. Shinichi was willing to bet what little he had left of his dignity that the tiara was the same one KID had stolen at the heist.

Hakuba called up to the hog-tied boy, "So has Princess Peach finally woken up?"

"I don't think Sir Mario is in any position to tease me."

"True, but I'm not the one in a dress. Again."

Shinichi sighed, "You have a point. So, where are we? This doesn't look like the museum."

"That's because it's not. We are in a warehouse that is located approximately four blocks away from the museum."

"...How did he get me here without anyone spotting us?"

Hakuba shrugged, "It does make one wonder."

Nakamori shouted up at the boy, "Kudou-kun! Don't drop that tiara! We'll get you down once my men grab a ladder!"

Shinichi dead-panned, "Nakamori-keibu, I assure you I'm not going anywhere of my own volition."

Two members of the task force came into the warehouse carrying a large ladder. They set in up beneath Shinichi only to realize that the ladder was about ten feet too short to reach him.

Nakamori cursed, "How the hell did that damned thief get him up there!"

Shinichi sighed, "I'm going to be stuck up here for a while, aren't I?"

Kaito grumbled under his breath as his alarm went off. He rolled over to turn it off and immediately wished he hadn't. If the pain was anything to go by, Kaito was fairly sure he had a bruise the size of Russia on his back. Quickly deciding that not moving was in his best interest, Kaito laid in bed and listened to his alarm grow louder and louder.

There was a knock at his bedroom door, "Kaito? Get up and turn off your alarm clock!"

Kaito groaned, "Kaa-san..."

There was a pause and then Chikage opened the door, "Yes? Kaito, what is it?"

He gave her the most pitiful look he could muster up, "You'd still love me if I was a cripple, right? You'd take care of me if I could never move again, right? You wouldn't just leave me here to rot?"

Chikage rolled her eyes, "For goodness sake Kaito, it's just a bruise."

"Oh no you don't. You aren't getting away this time, not from me." Shinichi muttered under his breath as he spotted Kaitou KID slipping out one of the building's second-story windows. Paying no mind to the (obvious to Shinichi) balloon dummy Nakamori and the task force were chasing after, Shinichi dashed to the window in time to see KID dash into one of Ekoda's many parks. Glancing down, Shinichi made a quick calculation of the distance to the ground and decided to risk it. If KID could make the jump he could too, right? Right.

"He's headed into the park!" Shinichi yelled over his shoulder before jumping out the window, ignoring Hattori and Hakuba's cries for him to stop. Shinichi hit the grass with a roll and quickly came to his feet, taking off after the thief. Catching up to him, Shinichi narrowed his eyes at the white-clad thief stopped before him. Coming to a halt a short distance away, the detective asked, "Were you waiting for me?"

Kaitou KID gave him a cheeky grin, "I wanted to see if you would make the jump."

"Did you actually think I wouldn't? Or were you worried?"

"No, I have complete faith in your willingness and ability to continually perform reckless stunts and come out relatively unscathed."

A light dusting of pink made an appearance across Shinichi's cheeks, "I'm not reckless!"

KID tsked at him, "Now, now, that's a bit of a falsehood. I seem to recall an incident where a certain seven-year-old purposefully fell off a skyscraper just to get a chance to dart me when I attempted to rescue him. But enough of that. Shall we continue the chase, Meitantei-kun?"

"What, sick of talking already?"

"To you? Never. However the night grows short. Let us see who will win tonight, hmm?"

With that, Kaitou KID darted off the park path and into the slightly wooded area within the park. Shinichi muttered expletives under his breath and chased after him. Continuously jumping over roots, side-stepping trees, and ducking under low hanging branches, Shinichi plowed onward while keeping an eye on the thief. Steadily getting closer, he got just within range to grab KID's cape when suddenly the thief went up and Shinichi went down.

By swinging up into the tree, Kaitou KID had managed to avoid falling into the pit Shinichi had fell victim to. Of course, KID had known to avoid it seeing as he had dug it. It'd taken him hours but it'd been worth it. He smiled down at the dazed detective; Shinichi had stumbled head-first into a pit completely filled with whipped cream. The poor detective cursed up a storm for his amused audience of one while he shakily stood in the thick white slippery substance and tried wiping it off his face.

"How long did it take you to dig this? Damnit, do you not have any normal hobbies! God, this feels so disgusting."

"Hey, Meitantei-kun."

"What now, you insufferable-" Shinichi stopped short as KID pored a gallon of chocolate syrup on him.

"And now for the finisher! Complete, one Shinichi Sundae~!" KID practically sung out as he dumped a bowl of cherries over the detective's head. "I apologize for the lack of ice cream. The whipped cream was on sale."

"...I have words for you."

"Oh~?"

"They're not very nice words."

"Nevertheless I shall cherish them~."

Shinichi's glare could have boiled water, "I'm bringing a gun to the next heist."

Poker Face kindly reminded KID to not let out a nervous chuckle, "Ah, Meitantei-kun, my no violence policy applies to you too."

"Then I suggest you leave before I get out of this pit unless you want something broken."

"So violent! Well, if you insist, I'll be taking my leave now. Farewell!"

Shinichi watched as Kaitou KID swiftly disappeared into the night, and then slowly and carefully made his way out of the pit. Emerging from the woods, he almost ran smack into Hattori and Hakuba. The other two detectives just gaped at him. Not only was Shinichi completely covered in whipped cream, but he had chocolate syrup all over, as well as the random cherries and leaves that had managed to stick to the sticky syrup.

Hakuba sighed, "I was going to lecture you about being so reckless in jumping out the window, but it looks like you got your just desserts anyway."

Hattori snorted at the corny statement, and then smirked at Shinichi as he reached forward and grabbed a cherry off the boy's shoulder. Shinichi glared, "If you make even one comment pertaining to 'taking my cherry', I will repeat it to Toyama-san, word-for-word, so she can rightfully beat the shit out of you for being a pervert."

"I wasn't gonna say anything like that; I was just gonna comment on how impressed I am that Hakuba finally got a sense of humor, even if it is sub-par."

Hakuba sneered at the dark-skinned detective, "The only thing sub-par around here is your-" The argument was cut short by a whipped cream and chocolate syrup covered hand being shoved in both Hakuba and Hattori's faces.

"It would please me greatly if the both of you would kindly shut up. The whipped cream is cold, the chocolate syrup is sticky, and I'm starting to attract bugs. I want to take a shower. So now that you are both sharing in a bit of my discomfort, can we stop this childishness and leave?" Shinichi smiled sweetly as the other two detectives glared at him.

Kaitou KID let a grin slide across his face as he deployed his hand-glider and took off from the mansion's rooftop. The night's heist had gone perfectly. Not only had Hakuba not been present, Shinichi hadn't managed to unmask him as the mansion's owner's son. He silently thanked Lady Luck for both miracles.

"KID!" a familiar voice called out. Startled, KID looked back to in time to see a soccer ball heading straight for him. Cursing, KID tried to dodge the high velocity ball by performing an emergency aerial maneuver that had him looking rather like an idiot. Unfortunately, while he was able to avoid getting a hole in his hand-glider, in the process of avoiding the ball he dropped the jewel.

The thief watched it fall with a splash into a small pond in the garden bellow him. Checking to make sure the detective on the roof had no more intentions of kicking things at him, KID started to descend towards the pond. Landing, Kaitou KID stepped up to the pond's edge, his keen eyes searching for the egg-sized emerald.

Spotting the gem near some lily pads, KID stepped into the water and carefully made his way toward the emerald. Reaching down, his hand had just broken the water's surface when a large koi fish swam out from under a lily pad to float nest to the jewel. KID froze, his brain short-circuiting. He whimpered, fighting the instinct to shriek and run out of the fish infested water. KID needed to retrieve the emerald; even if it wasn't Pandora, he still needed to return it. Taking a deep breath, KID braced himself. He shot his hand forward, grabbed the jewel, and got the hell out of Dodge, as the saying goes.

As Kaitou KID made his way home, he thought evil, evil thoughts at a certain blue-eyed detective. Shinichi was going to pay for that. Sure, the detective probably hadn't meant to make KID drop the gem, and in a koi pond no less, but that didn't change the fact that parts of KID's clothes were now soaked in fish water. The oblivious detective just didn't seem to be getting the message that KID did not appreciate Shinichi's soccer skills showing up at his heists. Determination showed brightly in the thief's eyes. It was time to up the ante.

Thank you for reading! I hope everyone liked it! :)