Apparently thunderstorms and the lack of internet connection can be magical if you have trouble writing. So yeah, I had nothing better to do, and quickly wrote another tiny chapter.
Thanks for all your support, guys, I'm grateful for every little feedback ^^
As for the size of these chapters... I originally wanted to write loosely connected stories with pocket Shin-tan (that's still the plan), so I don't know if these chapters will get much longer than this.
And of course, I'll try to explain everything! Please tell me, if something's unclear, or if someone's too OOC, I might be able to improve it. (Unless it's intentional, of course.)
Aaaanyways, thank you all, and please enjoy!
„Now I've done it. Now I've really done it." pocket sized Shinichi thought, for the thousandth time that evening as he laid on a far too comfortable pillow.
Why did he choose "Arthur" of all names? Just when he thought how he can't say neither "Shinichi", nor "Conan" as Kid asked his name, or he'd be found out, and then he just returns to his favourite author, just like he did before! It's just as stupid as the thief choosing the name "Arséne Lupin" if he needed a new alter ego. Speaking of Kid…
The boy was currently sleeping peacefully on the couch, next to the sofa Shinichi occupied, right hand still covering his left side, left hand awkwardly hanging. After Shinichi told him "his" name, Kid only smiled at him, then pulled a pillow and a tiny blanket out of nowhere and set them on the sofa.
"Well then, Arthur," he started, saying Shinichi's new name with a cute accent, "you'll sleep here for now, if you don't mind." With that, he grabbed his collar and put him on top of the pillow, then covered him carefully. "Good night," he said, and he all but collapsed on the couch. He struggled to find the right position, and a few times he hissed and clutched his side, making Shinichi worry again, then settled on his side, with his back towards the detective. "I'm Kaito, by the way." That's all he said, and moments later his breathing evened out, clearly off to Dreamland already.
He didn't notice Shinichi's frustrated expression, as he almost shrieked: "Why are you giving out your name so easily?" It didn't really matter that he already knew who Kuroba Kaito was, as all the evidence he might gather would be magically lost anyway. Maybe he was just frustrated… for the thief. So what if he was a tiny bit fond of his rival, he asked himself, and pulled the blanket closer to his chin. The magician was far better than the majority of the criminals he had to face, many of them being ruthless, leaving their humanity behind for fortune and pleasure. Compared to the tiring murder cases he always got into, Kid's heists were fun and exciting. Solving his riddles, feeling the adrenaline bubbling up inside him as he tried to chase the thief, meeting him on a rooftop… If anyone felt the same thing Shinichi did, they would understand too.
With a displeased grunt he turned to this side, while a traitorous little part of his mind quietly hummed the song "I won't say I'm in love" in his ear. Was he going soft after all? He was supposed to be sharp, cool, calm and collected, and not… gushing like a lovesick highschooler. It didn't help too much that he WAS a highschooler, and maybe, just maybe he wasn't too far from being lovesick either. Not that he would say it.
Kid's light snoring broke his thoughts for a moment. Oh yeah, what was so good about him anyway? He was a stuck up, egoistic brat, with no fashion sense, and he didn't even look that good. Especially not his eyes. Those deep blue eyes… Right. Stop that. How will he ever catch the thief, if he keeps acting like this?
Ignoring the same traitorous part of mind that now kept saying "You won't catch him, because you don't even want to", he began to think about ways to put Kid in prison. Fruitless minutes followed.
"This is just part of his plan, isn't it?" Shinichi murmured. Kid somehow made him… grow fond of him, so that he would be useless and could never catch him. And he really couldn't do anything, now that he could fit in someone's pocket…! Wait. Wait a moment.
He had an idea. Sure, it was dangerous, but this was something he could do only like this. Only when he was this small.
"Just you wait, Kid. Just you wait." he grinned, moments later he fell asleep.
