Touichi Kuroba was concerned about two people. Both of which should have been there.
He'd come to confront Sharon and tell her to stop before she did something irreversible. She hadn't shown up. Well she had, but she'd left before he got there. He knew that much.
He'd come to help Shinichi, even if the kid thought he was just as much to blame as her. He wouldn't deny he'd done it. But the kid didn't seem to be there either. Either he was hopefully asleep, or she'd already done it.
The scream that wailed from upstairs was both comforting and distressing at the same time. It meant Shinichi was alive, but maybe not for much longer.
Regardless, Touichi Kuroba actually cared about the Kudos, and Shinichi was the same age as Kaito, and they were friends like Yuusaku and himself. He wouldn't be able to look Kaito in the eye if anything happened to Shinichi.
Having visited numerous times in the past, he knew where the boy's room was. He'd yelled to Shinichi to hold on, as the screaming died. He swung the door to get to the boy as soon as possible.
He stopped. He blinked. He stared.
Although obviously in pain as he'd expected the occupant of the room to be, it didn't look like the occupant how it was supposed to. It was a seven year old boy, if Touichi's eyes were telling him right.
He was swimming in clothes that were definitely Shinichi's but that was the problem. Where was Shinichi? And who was this kid? Sure, he looked like Shinichi when he was little, but Shinichi was the one screaming. The kid glared.
'What? You come when you think I'm dying, but you don't tell me when you're pranking my dad?' The kid complained groggily. Touichi looked at him, completely confused.
'Boya, what are you talking about?' he asked confused. The kid flicked his head in a very Shinichi-like fashion to glare.
'Boya?' he asked snappishly. 'What the hell are you talking about, Tou-jichan? It's me, Shinichi.' he stressed very slowly, pointing to himself through the layers of clothes swimming on him. Then made a noise very close to an 'eep', in surprise.
Then...He swore, a lot. Heck, it would rival Nakamori's rants, anyone from Ekoda would agree. Some of it sounded like it had come straight from Nakamori's dictionary. But it was a very un-little-kid vocabulary.
'Holy-! What the heck is going on?' he asked through the waterfall of other curses coming out of that mouth.
'Calm down boya. I need you to explain what you're doing in Shinichi's room.' Touichi said, trying to stop the volume of the kid going any higher.
'I'm in my room, because I was sleeping to catch you two tonight!' the kid said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.' And I'm not a boya! I'm freaking seventeen and you know it! I'm older than Kaito! I swear if this is somehow one of your magic tricks, I'm going to kick both of your asses.'
Touichi kind of grinned. Only kind of because, how the hell was Shinichi phsyically seven? But at least he was relatively alright.
'Shinichi-kun, if it really is you... I didn't do anything. I heard you screaming and came to help you. When I got here, well you might want to look in a mirror...' he trailed off. He hadn't moved any closer for fear of freaking out the child. But if this kid was Shinichi, the size difference might freak him out more.
Shinichi complied, falling off his bed. Then staggered over to his mirror, that was normally just a little taller than him. Right now though, it was easily twice his size, but that wasn't what he was looking at... well, hitting actually.
He saw the seven year old face and how it followed what he felt his face was doing. He pinched himself, a little sting but not much. He punched himself. Ow. Touichi came over, just for a laugh and pinched his cheek.
'You're not dreaming Shinichi-kun.' he said as Shinichi yelped out of the grip. 'I'll take you home.'
'I am home.' Shinichi pointed out.
'Not if anybody comes here and sees you. You don't have any siblings, and you're seventeen, not seven, which is what you look like.' Touichi pointed out to the shrunken teen.
'I'm not going. You know Kaito'll rub it in my face.' Shinichi whined. It was true, but Shinichi couldn't do anything about it. Touichi had already picked him up and had an almost vice grip on him, heading out the door. 'You're going to look like you're kidnapping me.' he pointed out. Touichi had just smiled.
'No I'm not. Nobody's going to see it like that. You're going to pretend to be asleep. And you're my son.' Touichi laughed, wrapping his jumper over Shinichi's torso. His ex-boxers looked like baggy shorts on his diminuative frame. Shinichi just rolled his eyes and went with it.
A/N: Sorry, I really just got to point this out. Any reviews give me great incentive to continue a story, so please send them if you'd like to see anymore. I really can't help it.