Azure

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When Conan finally cornered Kid it was in the deep azure tinted shadows of the forest surrounding the estate. In reality, he didn't even actually corner him so much as catch up to him. Kid was leaning against a tree, panting. As Conan approached a twig snapped beneath his foot like a gunshot causing Kid to nearly jump out of his skin.

Conan was hard pressed to keep from laughing at him, but he didn't want to take his eyes off the thief for the time it would require to properly crack up.

Kid promptly straightened up and smoothed the wrinkles from his suit jacket. Conan didn't think he'd ever seen the thief look so human before. It was rather refreshing and, he had to admit, changed his perspective on things even more. Kid, to the world, was an untouchable phantom. The task force held Kid in some sort of awe like he was a legend, or something they just couldn't touch. Conan, from the beginning, had approached Kid like he was another human being, for that's all he was.

Yet, at the same time, this brought it home that Kid really was just another human being and, from the glimpse he'd gotten, around the same age he was supposed to be.

Still, he wasn't going to let that stop him now. It just gave him a renewed appreciation for the reputation Kid (Past and Present) had cultivated for himself.

Shoving his hands in his pockets Conan wandered forward a couple more steps. "You know, I got really sick listening to you talk about yourself."

The thief grinned mockingly at him, setting a white gloved hand to his stomach and bowing slightly. "I thought it was a masterful performance."

"You're such a peacock."

"How long did you know it was me?"

"The car?"

"Oh? And you didn't take me out then?"

"I just had a suspicion. I didn't confirm it until this morning."

Kid was silent for a moment then asked, "How did that confirm your suspicions?"

"Your breasts were fake. I've been glomped, hugged, cuddled, and otherwise snuggled often enough to know the difference by now."

"You copped a feel?" Kid asked, tone bordering faux innocence.

Conan sputtered at him, face beat red as he barked, "I did not! You were the one clinging to me in your sleep!"

"You really do make such a nice teddy bear, Tantei-kun~!" Kid cooed.

The shrunken detective flushed further. He hadn't thought that was possible. At least, until he noticed Kid stalking toward him.

"Hey! Stay back!" Conan yelped, back pedaling frantically.

The thief backed him into a tree, grinning maniacally down at him and, for a moment, Conan wondered if he'd gotten in too deep again, but a second later pink smoke clogged his vision and the world melted away to oblivion. His last thought was that he was going to destroy Kid the next time he saw him.

He really was getting tired of these enforced naps lately.