What if...?
Disclaimer: FANfic. See title. Plunnie. Plunnie attacked. You may take ravaging plunnie if you wish.
Kuroba Kaito and Nakamori Aoko had intended to make a day of it – no Kid heist had been planned, so neither had other arrangements. Test scores had been handed out a few days prior, and both had received grades to their satisfaction. In response to a – most spectacular, in Kaito's opinion – prank, delivered to the entire class and the teacher in general, Aoko had demanded that he pay her back with a trip to Tropical Land, starting at ten am that Saturday morning. His treat, not including the gifts and clean up he had to do for the rest of the class.
Not that Kaito regretted any of it. Except the small fact that Hakuba had been out of town, and so unable to benefit from the performance in the same way as the rest of the class.
Hakuba always had the best reactions. At least, next to Nakamori, that was.
So now there they were, he and Aoko, wondering around Tropical Land. Aoko often glanced at him wherever he was, fully intending not to have to have the park security come down on them. Kaito, for all that he could hardly stay still at all, kept the tricks to a minimum after the first death-glare from his occasionally mop-wielding friend.
He only flicked her skirt twice.
Morning turned into day, and day slowly but surely started to turn into evening. A while back they had seen a commotion over by the Mystery Coaster, but luckily for them it had been after they had already had a ride. Kaito had been momentarily freaked when the police had been seen exiting the park, and a weird feeling of unease came when he heard that they had caught a murderer. He didn't like murders, or murderers, and for that matter he didn't like the police or detectives much more. A bit more, he had to admit to himself, but not by much. At least they didn't hurt anyone.
It was as the sun was setting that he and Aoko had decided that it was time to head home, and it had been then, then that he had seen them.
It was a man, dressed almost head to foot in black. Out in broad daylight. Looking as suspicious as he possibly could, as if they had a 101 handbook on the subject.
Add that together with the fact that Kaito had just seen him come out of an amusement park, and things looked, well, suspicious.
Kaito grinned. It wasn't as if Kid hadn't been pulled out of his top hat for lesser things, after all.
So he had made his excuses to Aoko and run off after the guy. Aoko wouldn't worry too badly, he knew – he'd said he'd be right back, and even if he wasn't she knew him well enough that his disappearances were almost commonplace nowadays.
Who was he to know that Kudo Shinichi had left a mere ten minutes earlier; not too long, but long enough not to notice the suspicious man in black? Who was he to know that Aoko would worry tonight? It wasn't as though the magician could see into the future.
It was hours later when he woke up, and a while later still saw him running off from an on-the-scene first aid centre with a bump on his head and (luckily) still with the clothes from earlier hanging off him, which meant all of his tricks, including one very conspicuous top hat, were all still in his possession.
That was good. Very, very good.
What was bad – very, very bad – was that he was – or at least looked the age of – a six year old.
There were a number of reasons this was Bad with a capital B. One was that the people who had made him that way thought he was dead, and were also most probably connected to Snake's people. Another was that if he was little like this, he could hardly go out and be Kid when he literally was a kid. It would be too easy to link the two, too easy to figure out who he was for those who had done this to him. Another reason was that he couldn't go back to Aoko. She'd know who he was, or she'd miss him, and he couldn't tell her, not with now two secrets hanging over his head.
Another, just as important reason why this was Bad, as that he id not like the idea of day care for grade-schoolers. At. All.
AN: This is what comes of a reviewer innocently asking me what an AU is. I came up with a few things (what if Kudo became the Kaito instead of Kaito? What if everyone turned into cat-people?) but for some reason (I blame Manzanita - her Little Kid fic got me thinking) I wondered what things would be like if it'd been Kaito who'd been shrunk. This is set after Kid encounters Shinichi at the Clock Tower Heist, but before (obviously) Nightmare. I may or may not put up a short follow-up, but feel free to take it where you will.