Delusion
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Shinichi stepped out of the expensive car after his parents, and reached back inside to help a temporarily cured Shiho out. Both of them, as well as the others who emerged from other cars after them, were thoroughly disguised thanks to Yukiko's abilities. All of them were also wearing bullet proof vests beneath their carefully chosen formal wear. Not many of the officials had been pleased with allowing them to help out so directly, but Shinichi refused to back down, and Hattori had stood right with him.
He still wasn't sure why Shiho had insisted on coming, but he wasn't about to tell her no.
It had taken a bit more convincing to get them all weapons for the night, at least, but they had won out in the end. They couldn't really go in unarmed, after all.
Shiho gave him a narrow eyed look, but accepted his hand all the same.
The meeting they were going to crash was being held sometime during a party being thrown by a nameless beneficiary. It hadn't been hard to get hold of some invitations with a little name dropping and Vermouth's help. Not that they had told anyone she was the source behind that windfall... No one had wanted to listen to them bicker over whether it was a good idea to continue or not.
It had been annoying enough to convince them that Shiho was one of the people that had helped Shinichi out during his 'undercover work' without revealing too much.
"Don't look at me like that," he muttered as he threaded her arm through his. "At least you know I don't have any designs on you."
Shiho smirked at him. "Yes, you're too busy being fixated on your knight in shining white."
"You're never going to let me live that down are you?" he asked with a sigh. He bore no delusion otherwise, really.
Shiho's smirk widened a fraction, and she squeezed his arm arm slightly. "No way in hell, Kudou-kun."
"Satan spawn."
"And proud. Now play your part so I can get home before I shrink suddenly."
"Yes, your majesty."