Obsession

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"Seems like you need some serious anger management, Tantei-kun."

Those words echoed over and over in Conan's head, even as he listened to Heiji grumble about the stunt he'd pulled. He ignored Heiji, of course, scanning the buildings around the museum. He could have sworn he'd felt eyes on him!

Anger Management, huh? Well, he'd certainly show the thief the next time they met...

"-an' then 'Neechan would've done me in. Is that what ya want?!" Heiji hollered, breaking into Conan's line of thought.

Conan looked up at him, then chirped "Heiji-niichan you have a mouse poking out of your collar!"

As Hattori yelped, Conan turned his attention back to his clothing with a grimace. He was covered in the sticky residue left over from the duct tape. Putting it off as a lost cause he turned to look up at Hakuba who was regarding the sight of Heiji dancing around and checking his cloths for the nonexistent mouse with a look of bemused amusement.

Reaching up, and mustering his little boy best, Conan tugged on Hakuba's sleeve and sang, "Hakuba-san?"

Hakuba's attention drifted down, and he blinked as if remembering Conan was there. "Ah, yes? Can I help you Edogawa-kun?"

"Do you think you could let me know when there's going to be another Kid heist?" Conan burbled happily.

"Don't you think you should leave this to the adults?" Hakuba drawled.

Conan would have laughed at him, but he was supposed to be a little kid.

"But it was so much fun! And I gotta get him back for beatin' me this time, and–"

"Ku-Conan!"

"Yes, Heiji-niichan?"

Heiji glared down at him with a look that clearly said 'Don't give me this sweet, innocent, little boy routine.' Conan let his little boy grin widen a fraction further. Heiji's eye ticked.

"Jus' agree with the kid," Heiji growled to Hakuba. "We needa get outta here."

"I, yes, all right...." Hakuba sighed.

Once the two had started bickering over something, sniping over his head, Conan let the more adult, Shinichi smirk spread across his lips. The one that said he'd just pieced it all together, and had everything in his hands. Reaching up he nudged his glasses further up his nose.

Now.... Now he would simply wait, and plan... and next time he'd surprise Kid.

"We'll see who needs anger management then, Kaitou Kid..." he murmured, almost viciously cheerful.

At least, until Heiji snagged him and began dragging him along.

"HATTORI!"

"I dunno what's gotten into you now, Kudou," Heiji growled when they were out of earshot, voice still low. "It's like yer in the grips of another obsession. Like ya need more of those!"

Conan chose to ignore him. "Just let me go, idiot. I can walk on my own!"

Heiji sighed, but did as asked, "Can we jus' go now?"

"What's the matter? Afraid of a few mice?"

"What?! No! I'm just sick o' that stuck up–"

And, as Heiji descended into another rant Conan couldn't help but laugh. It made it even worse when Heiji sent him a baffled look.

He might have lost, but Conan would be lying if he said he hadn't had fun. He'd win, one way or another. Kid just didn't know it yet. The longer it took for the thief to figure out that the rules of the game had changed, the better. Conan would enjoy every moment he could keep the silly bastard off balance.