A/N: Sorry about this, I decided to re-upload this chapter because not everyone is able to read chapter 4. Hopefully doing this will fix the problem. Sorry for those of you on Alerts.

What woke Shinichi up was not his usual alarm clock, but something weighing about ten pounds jumping onto his chest and meowing loudly in his face. This confused him greatly, as he didn't own a cat. Shinichi opened his eyes to a blue morning sky. That was even more puzzling than the cat. Last he checked, his bedroom had a ceiling.

Tilting his head down, he looked at the cat that had settled itself on his chest. The cat licked Shinichi on the nose and then started purring. Reaching down, Shinichi gently lifted the cat and set it beside him. Sitting up, Shinichi observed that not only was he and his bed in the yard, but the yard and his bed were crawling with cats.

The cats could be explained by the fact that there were lines of brightly colored catnip making some sort of design all over the yard. How the catnip got there was another matter. Also, how the hell both Shinichi and his bed had made it to the yard without him being aware of it until morning was another mystery.

"Kudou-kun, what the hell did you do to piss off Kaitou KID-san?"

Startled, Shinichi looked up to see Haibara Ai staring down at him from one of the second floor windows in Agasa's house, "What makes you think I pissed him off? Or that he's involved at all?"

"The catnip shaped as his character doodle was a big hint. How did you not notice him moving you in your sleep? I didn't think you were that heavy of a sleeper, to not notice someone groping at you in your sleep."

Shinichi flushed, "He probably gassed me to assure that I would stay unconscious. And he didn't grope me!"

He could swear that Haibara was leering at him, "Oho? And how would you know if he did or didn't, if you were unconscious? Or were you just pretending to be asleep so you could enjoy being in his arms?"

Shinichi sputtered, "W-what are you talking about! Of course I was asleep! Haibara, you're such a pervert! Agasa-hakase needs to deny you internet privileges! As if Kaitou KID would do anything so disrespectful to anyone when they're sleeping!"

"Ah? Is that disappointment I hear in your voice?"

"It most certainly is not!"

"Ahaha, you are so much fun to tease! Well, good luck getting your bed back into your room; lugging it up two flights of stairs isn't going to be very fun."

With that she left Shinichi, the bed, and the dozen or so neighborhood cats in the KID-ified yard. Shinichi shot a glare at the now empty window before sighing and looking at the tabby next to him. Reaching out to scratch behind the cat's ear, Shinichi muttered aloud to himself, "She has a point. Pranks happening at a Kaitou KID heist are pretty much in the job description. But why would he prank me outside a heist? Have I done something to tick him off lately?"

The cat meowed and licked his hand. Shinichi chuckled, "Is that supposed to be a 'yes'? Well, I guess I'll just have to try harder to catch him next time, now won't I?"

Tom Smith was Shinichi's German professor. He was a average looking man in his thirties who never smiled and seemed to have no enthusiasm for his job. So he received several odd looks when he started the class by grinning widely at the students, "I know you were supposed to have a written quiz today on the vocabulary for basic anatomy, but I seem to have misplaced the test papers." The usually dour man gave the class a big smile. Then one of the classmates sitting in front of Shinichi leaned over to another and, in a near stage whisper, said: "Oh. My. God. Professor Smith got laid!" The professor, for his part, ignored him. "So instead, we will do a more practical application. Now I will need a volunteer… Ah, Kudou-kun, please come here."

Shinichi, who had not volunteered, hid his irritation and approached the front of the classroom. Smith practically beamed at Shinichi and then turned to address the class, "I will be pointing to Kudou-kun's different body parts, and I would like you all to say them aloud. Let's begin, shall we?"

The glint in the professor's eyes was vaguely familiar, but Shinichi couldn't quite place from where. He began to have strong misgivings about the situation when the professor grabbed Shinichi's arm, holding it up at an awkward angle and pointing to his elbow.

"Der Ellbogen." The class called, earning a smile. Setting Shinichi's arm down, Smith slid his hand up the detective's arm to stop on his shoulder.

"Die Schulter." The class chorused starting to get a feel for the assignment. Shinichi pointedly ignored the smiles and giggles of his classmates. Turning Shinichi around, the professor placed his hand on Shinichi's back.

"Der Rücken." Turning the boy back around, Smith tilted Shinichi's face up and pointed to his ear.

"Das Ohr." Shinichi was starting to get the heeby-geebies. Did the professor really have to be running his hands across him from body part to body part? He was starting to get funny looks from some of his more perceptive classmates. Smith slid his hand from Shinichi's ear to his mouth.

"Der Mund." The hand dropped down to rest on Shinichi's stomach.

"Der Bauch." Shinichi froze as Smith then stepped behind him and firmly placed his hands on Shinichi's waist. There were a few weak muttered, "Die Taille", but most of the class just stared in disbelief at the professor not-so-subtly molesting a student in front of about forty witnesses. The classmate from earlier leaned over to his friend again, "Oh My God! He's fucking Kudou!" Shinichi went beet red.

Smith pouted, "Aw~, not many people knew that one? Well, how about these?" With that the professor slid his hands down to rest on Shinichi's hips. Gritting his teeth, Shinichi turned around, fully intending to punch the man in the face. Shinichi's fist was caught, however, and Smith gave him a very familiar Cheshire grin.

Shinichi gaped, "You! Do you seriously have nothing better to do outside ofheists aside from harassing me? Do you do this kind of crap to Hakuba and Hattori too?"

"Don't be so silly! I only take time out of my busy schedule to irritate those who deserve it~!"

"And just what have I done to deserve it!"

At that moment the real Tom Smith walked into the classroom, "Sorry class, I had a flat tir-" he trailed off, staring at his double in surprise. Still grinning, Kaitou KID set off a flash bomb. He took the opportunity, while everyone was blinded, to not only vacate the premises, but to also dye everyone's hair an assortment of colors. Of course, he went above and beyond for Shinichi, who now looked rather like a blueberry. Not only his hair, but his skin and clothes were bright blue. Behind him on the white board was written, 'Roses are red, Meitantei-kun is blue, hips are "Die Hüften", and he has nice ones too. Kaitou KID (doodle)'. The classroom exploded into chatter.

"I hope this dye comes out easily..."

"I didn't know that Kudou-kun was gay!"

"Did you see how he just molested him!"

"He looked just like Professor Smith!"

"Does that mean Kaitou KID-sama is gay?"

"That was weirder than the time a dead body came crashing through the window!"

"Wait, does that mean Kudou-kun and Kaitou KID-sama are gay together? That's so hot!"

Shinichi glared at the last speaker. Before he couldtell the deluded girl that, no, he and the famous international thief were not dating, Smith spoke up, "Kudou-kun, if you get me his autograph for my daughter, I will quit giving you failing grades every time you are late for class due to, uh, 'death' related incidences. Though, I would appreciate it if you would ask your boyfriend to stay out of my classroom from now on."

Shinichi gritted his teeth and set about explaining to everyone just why Kaitou KID isn't and never would be his boyfriend. He couldn't help but feel that nobody believed him. The next day, Shinichi couldn't bring himself to be surprised when his professor thanked him for getting the autograph, even though Shinichi had done nothing to procure it. Sometimes Shinichi wondered why Kaitou KID watched him to such an extent, and whether the thief ever paid this much attention to Hattori or Hakuba.

Kaitou KID grinned into the darkness of the night as he heard the last of the new locks installed on Shinichi's front door click open. Pocketing his lock-picking kit and pilfered key, KID opened the door and entered. He then typed in the six digit security code into the keypad so that the alarm wouldn't go off. Closing the door behind him, KID glided though the house towards his destination, smirk never leaving his face.

Making quick work of the single standard lock on Shinichi's bedroom door, KID quietly entered the room. Spotting the soundly sleeping detective, KID's smirk softened into a smile. He took a moment to admire the way the moonlight fell across the other boy in soft rays, before silently approaching the bed. KID pulled out a white cloth from a pocket, before kneeling and gently holding it over the detective's nose and mouth.

Startled, Shinichi woke up. There was enough time to lock eyes with the thief before the chloroform kicked in. KID pulled the cloth away once Shinichi's eyes fluttered shut and he confirmed the boy was unconscious. Reaching out, KID lightly brushed aside Shinichi's bangs from his eyes and then stroked the side of his face, "C'mon Meitantei-kun~. Re-examine the 'incidents', connect the 'clues', and solve the 'case'. I'm sick of getting bruised!" Pulling out the prank necessities for the night, Kaitou KID set to work.

After several hours, he finally finished. KID couldn't help but smirk at the complete project Shinichi made; he wished he could see the look on Shinichi's face when he saw what KID had spent the last couple of hours doing. Packing away his things, KID set to work on collecting all of Shinichi's long sleeved shirts and pants. With one last lingering look at Shinichi, he departed for the night.

Shinichi woke up confused. It took a moment for realization to sink in. Eyes widening, he sat up with a sense of dread, wondering just what the hell KID had done this time. From the corner of his eye Shinichi saw a dark smudge on the back of his hand. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was Kaitou KID's signature doodle...in a henna tattoo.

It took him a moment to discover the similar, smaller doodles peeking out from beneath his long sleeved pajama shirt. Jumping up, Shinichi raced into the bathroom, turned on the light and stripped off his shirt. His arms, stomach, and chest were spotted in quarter-sized Kaitou KID henna doodles, along with the larger marks on the back of each hand.

Glancing into the mirror, Shinichi couldn't help but gape when he saw that the henna tattoos were on his face and neck too. Turning around, Shinichi glanced back at the mirror and found that they did indeed cover his back. Groaning, he sent up a silent prayer that the tattoos would, if not wash away, at least fade so they weren't so noticeable. Turning the shower on, Shinichi stripped his pants off only to notice his legs were covered in the doodles all the way up to his boxers, where—he was relieved to see—they stopped.

One hot shower later, Shinichi stared in disbelief at himself in the mirror, "You have got to be kidding me." The henna tattoos hadn't faded at all. In fact, they had darkened closer to black instead of the normal soft brown. Shinichi had a strong suspicion that KID had done something to the henna paste to ensure that the tattoos would last longer than usual.

Shinichi could feel irritation swell up within him once he saw that the only clothes left in his closet were shorts and sleeve-less T-shirts. His mood darkened further when he realized that, yes, he was going to have to go out in public looking like this. Worse yet, he was going to have to go to classes looking like Kaitou KID's biggest fan, or the thief's graffiti board; it was a toss up. The detective still couldn't look any of hisGerman classmates in the eyes without them giggling at him. Resigning himself to face a day of humiliation, Shinichi got dressed and made his way out of the house.

Locking the front door, he turned around only to find Haibara looking ready to burst a lung, "You either have a very severe case of KID-pox, or a certain someone has finally decided to mark you as his. Well, Kudou-kun? Please, tell me; I'm just dying to know, how much do they cover? Don't spare me any...details."

Shinichi's face flushed red, though whether from anger or embarrassment he couldn't quite tell, "I'm pretty sure it's just more of his usual harassment, Haibara."

She raised an eyebrow in question, "Oh? I don't think I would classify it as 'usual'; Kaitou KID-san doesn't follow anyone else home, does he? To the best of my knowledge you are the only one getting so much of his attention. So, Kudou-kun, you might want to use that genius brain of yours to figure out why the great thief keeps doing things like this to you. Unless, of course, you want things to continue as they are. Now if you'll excuse me, Kudou-kun; I'll see you later." With a small wave she turned to leave.

"Wait, why did you come over?"

Haibara turned slightly, sending a smirk at Shinichi over her shoulder, "I received a dove delivered note this morning, telling me that I would be much amused if I chose to visit you. I do believe I'm really beginning to like this thief of yours."

Shinichi frowned, "KID's not my thief."

Haibara stopped at the gate and looked back at him, "Maybe. However, Kudou-kun, I think perhaps he considers you his, or else he would not be so irritated with whatever you keep doing." And with that said she left, leaving Shinichi to puzzle over that statement on his own.

Shinichi entered the room that KID's latest target was being kept in, to find Hakuba, Nakamori, and the task force all hog-tied together in the center of the room. Hakuba nodded toward one of the doors behind him, "He went through that one—probably heading for the roof. Be careful, it's still under construction."

With a quick muttered 'thanks', Shinichi took off through the indicated door. Calling the building's basic blueprints to mind, he made his way toward the roof. The signs of continued construction were very apparent. Shinichi had to step around paint cans, timber, and power tools as well as avoid tripping any traps laid by KID.

Succeeding in that, Shinichi approached the door to the roof and burst through it. He had not realized, however, just how incomplete the construction was on the roof, and only a firm arm around his waist stopped Shinichi from careening face first into the end of an I-beam. Shinichi could feel his heart pounding in his throat, as he stared wide-eyed at the steel beam inches from his face.

"Really Meitantei-kun, didn't anyone ever teach you to look before you leap? What if I hadn't been here to stop you?"

Shinichi wiggled out from the thief's hold, "Then at the very least I would be unconscious and wouldn't have to listen to your lecture. Yes, I know I'm reckless. I hear it enough from Ran, Hakuba, and my mom."

"Well maybe you should heed the women in your life and be more careful."

"…Hakuba is not a girl."

KID snorted, "He might as well be."

"You know, I'm going to tell him you said that."

"And I should care...why?"

Shinichi smirked, "Well you might not, but I feel a little sorry for a certain classmate of Hakuba's that he is convinced is your civilian identity. I'm sure Hakuba will take it out on, ah, Kuroba-san was it?"

KID sighed, "That does sound like the name he is always shouting at me, the poor misled fool. Still, for the sake of the innocent, perhaps you shouldn't mention my earlier comment to Tantei-san."

Shinichi shrugged, "I suppose. How about I won't tell Hakuba, if you tell me why you keep bothering my outside of heists?"

KID gave Shinichi a cocky little grin, "I see the henna has come off rather nicely. How long did it take to completely wash off?"

Shinichi gritted his teeth, "It took two weeks you bastard!" And with that Shinichi reached down, pressing the small button on his belt to release a soccer ball. Shinichi heard a muttered 'shit!' before he kicked the ball into the cloud of smoke KID had just released. Catching sight of movement, Shinichi glanced up and spotted KID emerging from the smoke to perch himself above the detective.

The thief, balanced precariously in the air with his feet spread on two slightly swinging I-beams, grinned down at Shinichi. The grin was soon wiped off his face when the ball—ricocheting off something neither of the boys could see in the smoke—came flying up from beneath KID, passing between the two I-beams to strike KID right between the legs. The thief let out a strangled squeak before falling off his precarious perch.

Shocked, Shinichi ran forward to catch him, trying to lessen the fall. KID crashed into him, sending them both to the ground. Gently rolling the whimpering thief off from on top of him, Shinichi checked to see if KID was injured from the fall. As far as he could tell—which wasn't much considering KID had curled up in a ball clutching his privates—the other boy was unhurt.

"I am so sorry; I swear I didn't do that on purpose! Are- are you going to be okay?" KID gave a low moan.

Shinichi paled, "I'll, uh, go make sure no one comes up here while you're, uh, incapacitated."

Shinichi exited the roof with one last apology to the thief. Shutting the door behind him, he started to make his way down the stairwell. Halfway down, Shinichi ran into Hakuba. Startled, Shinichi asks, "I thought you were tied up?"

Hakuba rolled his eyes, "Yes I was, until a new task force officer left his post at the entrance to see what was taking us so long to capture Kaitou KID-san. Needless to say, he is now being yelled at by Nakamori-keibu. So what happened? Did he get away?"

Shinichi winced, "Ah, no, not exactly. But I think we should, um, just let him go today."

Hakuba stared at Shinichi for a moment and then asked, "Why?"

"Well, let's just say that I don't think he'll be showing up in your Economics class tomorrow, if you still insist on him being Kuroba-san."

The silence stretched between them for a moment, and then Hakuba finally had to ask, "You didn't kill him, did you?" Sighing and shaking his head, Shinichi muttered something of what had occurred. Hakuba stared at him, horrified.

Shinichi flushed, "It was an accident!"

Hours later—once KID had managed to limp away from the heist scene, call Jii to come pick him up, and then wobble his way into his house—Kaito laid in bed and thought evil, malignant thoughts at one Kudou Shinichi. Accident or not, the shot to the balls was the last one Shinichi was getting. The detective obviously wasn't getting the hints, so Kaito decided it was time to have a heart-to-heart chat with the other boy. And damn was he going to enjoy it.

When Shinichi's alarm clock went off he could tell something was...amiss. Only in rolling over to turn the alarm off did he realize what was wrong. Shinichi paused, prayed that he was mistaken, and then lifted the covers up. Yes, he was indeed naked. No, he didn't know why. On top of that, Shinichi was positive he had worn pajamas to bed last night.

Getting up, Shinichi wrapped his plain white sheet around his waist and walked over to his dresser only to find it completely empty. His closet was the same way—empty. Ominous feeling growing, Shinichi made his way into his parents' room. Sure enough, all his dad's clothes were gone too. Hell, even his mom's clothes were gone! Shinichi carefully made his way through the house. There weren't any coats in the entryway closet, no bathrobes in any of the bathrooms, and even the pile of dirty clothes was gone from the laundry room.

Returning to his room, Shinichi climbed back into bed and contemplated his options. He could have asked Agasa or Haibara to bring him something to wear, except the two were out of town for the week. Also, Shinichi wasn't sure he wanted Haibara to know about this newest incident. She was already getting funny ideas about him and a certain thief; he didn't want to feed the fire.

Ran was also out of town, visiting Kazuha in Osaka for the weekend. Heck, even Hakuba was gone, having left for London to visit his mother. Calling Mouri would just get him laughed at, if the man would even believe him. He could imagine the conversation now, "I need you to please bring over a set of clothes. Why? Well you see, Kaitou KID stole all my clothes including the ones I wore to bed. No, I am not taking any drugs." Yeah, that would go over real well. And thus, options spent, Shinichi decided to take the advice of the big sign on his wall that read, 'Call me~! 08-2273-5189 Kaitou KID (doodle)'. Grabbing his cellphone from the nightstand, Shinichi dialed the number.

"Good morning, Meitantei-kun~!"

"Damnit KID, where are my clothes?"

"My, my, someone's in a bad mood~. Where are your manners? Is that any way to start a conversation?"

"I don't think the person who stripped me naked and stole anything I could possibly wear from my house has any right to lecture me on manners!"

"You could have at least returned the greeting!"

"I might consider it once you return my clothes."

"Why are you cranky? You're an eighteen year old boy who woke up naked! Most would have assumed they got lucky.."

"Are you insane or just stupid!"

"Is that anyway to talk to the guy who has all your clothes?"

"And why did you decide to take them?"

"Aha, that's just what I wanted to discuss! I'm coming over, and when I get there we're going to have a nice little chat."

"What? No! I'm not dressed!"

"Well, yeah, I do believe that's rather obvious. Don't worry, I'll make breakfast!"

"...What?"

"C'ya soon~!"

The line went dead. Shinichi stared at his cellphone, "He really is insane."

Half an hour later, Shinichi could faintly hear someone calling out a greeting from downstairs. Making sure the sheet was firmly draped over his shoulders, Shinichi made his way downstairs, all the while wondering just how the thief kept getting past his security codes. By the time Shinichi made it to the ground floor, he could hear who he assumed to be KID moving about in the kitchen. Upon entering the kitchen, he was met with an unexpected sight. Either a different weirdo had broken into his house, or he was seeing Kaitou KID out of uniform.

"Let me guess, Kuroba Kaito, right?"

The strange messy-haired look-a-like beamed at him, "That is the name that goes to this face."

Shinichi rolled his eyes, "Please, you're not going to feed my some crap about how you're not actually Kuroba Kaito, and that there are in fact three people running around Japan with damn near the same face?"

Kaito's grin turned cheeky, "That is exactly what I was going to say! And as I could not possibly be stupid enough to tell you my real name, call me Kaito. Now please, sit down and relax while I make breakfast. You do like pancakes, right?"

Shinichi was torn between sitting down, and going upstairs to search through the attic for his dad's shotgun. Then he decided that, no, he didn't want the nightmares shooting his almost twin would most certainly cause him. Sitting down at the kitchen table Shinichi replied, "I like them, but I don't have any pancake mix."

Kaito opened a cupboard and pulled out a box of mix and all of the ingredients it needed. He also trotted over to the refrigerator and pulled out a package of strawberries.

Shinichi just stared at him, "Okay, not only am I not happy with how comfortable you are, strolling around my house uninvited, but...did you stock my kitchen? I didn't have any of those things yesterday."

Kaito, finished with washing the strawberries, walked over to the silverware drawer to fetch a knife to chop the fresh fruit with, "If you ate better, I wouldn't have needed to stock you kitchen. And what do you mean, uninvited? How could someone be uninvited if they have a house key?"

Shinichi twitched, "And just how did you get that? I sure as hell didn't give it to you."

"A certain somebody dropped their key at a heist a while back. I was kind enough to return it to them."

"After you'd made a copy of it."

"Of course~!"

Shinichi sighed and laid his head down on the table so that he was looking at the other boy sideways, "So, if perchance I were to run into Kuroba Kaito on the street, how do you suppose the meeting would go?"

Kaito turned around, watching Shinichi as he mixed the chopped strawberries in with the rest of the batter, "Well if I were to make an educated guess, I think it would depend on the situation. He may already know who you are, considering how much you've been in the newspaper. Don't expect him to be very formal—I hear he just loves to give people nicknames. But let's see, hmm~. I think if you ran into him at one of my heists, he would probably ask you to get my autograph."

Shinichi straightened up in his chair, "At one of your heists?"

Kaito grinned, "Kuroba Kaito is a huge Kaitou KID fan. He has even attended heists in the company of Tantei-san."

Shinichi eyebrows raised in wonder, "With Hakuba? I would love to know how that got pulled off."

Turning around, Kaito turn the stove on, pulling out a pan and setting it on the slowly heating surface, "I believe just hearing about that heist still ticks him off. And speaking of Tantei-san, if you were to meet Kuroba-san while in the presence of a certain British friend of yours..."

Shinichi could hear the sound of the spatula scraping across the bottom of the pan as Kaito flipped the pancakes, "Yes, if I were to meet Kuroba-san while I was with Hakuba?"

"Well, and don't take my word on this, but I imagine if Tantei-san were to make the meeting uncomfortable enough, Kuroba-san might do something drastic. Like, say, grope you."

Reconsidering going to get the shotgun, Shinichi sputtered, "Y-you would what!"

Kaito turned around, setting three golden fluffy pancakes on a plate in front of the blushing detective, "I didn't say that's what I would do. It's what he might do, if he was made uncomfortable enough. It is, after all, a sure fire way to unsettle both you and Tantei-san."

Shinichi shot him a disgruntled look.

"On the other hand, I believe if you were to meet Kuroba-san on your own on a normal non-heist day, you would find him very much wanting to be your friend."

Shinichi glanced up at Kaito, but had to look away from the intensity in his eyes, "I... You want me to find Kuroba-san and become his friend?"

Kaito sat down across from Shinichi with his own plate of pancakes, "I'm sure he would like that very much~! But before you can become friends with Kuroba Kaito, you must first stop pissing me off. Kuroba-san is, after all, my biggest fan."

Shinichi sent Kaito a startled look, "What—pissing you off? How? I'm just doing my job!"

Kaito shook his head, "Have you truly not realized by now that the only time I ever prank you is in the week after you have succeeded in hitting me with a soccer ball at a heist? Do you not know how much that hurts?"

Shinichi gaped at him, "That's why I'm naked?"

Kaito looked him straight in the eyes, "Yes, and unless you promise to stop kicking balls at me, you are going to find yourself in a similarly naked state every heist date from here on out."

"...I should have just gone for the shotgun."

Kaito paused, fork half-way to his mouth, "Eh?"

Shinichi sighed, "Nothing, I was just bemoaning a lost opportunity. So if I promise to stop, you'll give me my clothes back?"

"Of course!"

"Then you have a deal. Now please give me back my clothes."

"Sure! After we've finished breakfast. Wouldn't want it to go cold, now would we Shin-chan?"

"I'll be right back; I need to go get something out of the attic."

Kaito pouted, "Fine, fine. I get the picture." Getting up, Kaito walked over to the sink. Opening the cabinets below it, he pulled out a small duffel bag. Handing it to Shinichi, Kaito plopped back down in his chair.

"See? No need to threaten me with bodily harm. I'll bring the rest over later today. Sheesh, you don't have to be all grumpy since you are getting the better end of the deal."

Shinichi glared, "How so? That's not what it looks like to me."

Kaito looked at him, all wide-eyed and innocent, "But you have the great Kaitou KID's cellphone number! Do you know how many thousands of fans the world over would give their left lung to have that? I even made it untraceable, just for you! I didn't want you to suffer any attacks of conscious by thinking you should turn it over to Nakamori-keibu to help him track me down. You should feel special, it's a number just for you Shin-chan~!"

Shinichi could feel his ire growing, "You're doing that on purpose, aren't you! Go jump in a fire!"

"Aw, you don't mean that!"

"Oh, I rather think that I do."

A/N: Only one (maybe two if I decide to split it) more chapter to go~! And the next one will start on the actual romance! Or at the very least, smut.

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