Notes:

I'm sorry I took so long to update. I knew this chapter isn't much, but I just transferred school, have a mountain of homework, and really shouldn't be writing fanfiction right now, anyway. Aren't you glad I'm such a slacker?

I'd like to thank my reviewers, because they make me so happy. MysteryConan, XoXBlueZinnyaXoX, mochiusagi, Alex Hermy, James Birdsong, and kittyfanatic515. Thank you! :D

Alex Hermy was kind enough to point out that there are people who don't know the character's English names, so I'll post a English/Japanese name thingy at the beginning of the first chapter for anyone who's confused.

Everyone thinks so much, they end up getting hurt. Huh.

"Kaito. . . Kaito. . . JERKAITO!"

Shocked from his thoughts, Kaito jerked back and was sent crashing to the floor – desk and chair following. He moaned painfully. "What do you want Bimboko?"

Aoko had her hands on the hips and her lip stuck out, "School ended 15 minutes ago," she turned to look at him over her shoulder, "I didn't know you could think that long."

There was no reply. Kaito had already managed to space out again.

The girl knelt by her childhood friend. She was thought boys were terrible at expressing at expressing their emotions. But Kaito; he was worse. He was constantly Mr. Totally-Completely-Fine-and-Happy. The problem had to be pretty bad if it were this obvious.

Aoko poked his face. He didn't move.

Hm. . . What were boys bad at? English homework? No, that wasn't it! Girls? Maybe he had a crush.

If that were the case, there was only one way to approach it with Mr. Totally-Completely-Fine-and-Happy.

She leaned closer to Kaito, "Hey, Kaito," she hissed, "Did you confess your feelings?"

"No," he muttered absently, "Not to him."

Ha! Success – Wait! Him?

Aoko backed away a couple steps, "Um. . ."

She watched Kaito stare at nothing and fiddle a pen from his spot on the floor.

The teacher glanced up at them, wondering why she still had three students in the room twenty minutes after class had ended. Deciding with those particular students she didn't want know, she went back to grading papers.

Aoko bit her lip. Him?

"Wait, what?" Kaito said, suddenly; Aoko's thoughts exactly.

"You. . ." Aoko said, slowly, "Like a. . . guy?"

"No! - I mean, who said that?"

"I think, you just did."

"Oh."

Not knowing what to say, she pulled a kind of half smile. Her friend stood up and put his chair and desk in place. When he finished, he looked at her. And then they looked at each other a very long time. She squirmed.

"So. . ." she ventured, "Who is it?"

Kaito tapped the table and said nothing, his brow knotted.

"I'm not telling," he said, then stuck out his tongue.

Hakuba fumbled through his notes, doubling checking that everything was neat and clear.

"JERKAITO!"

Hakuba glanced up, just in time to see Kaito KID topple over.

He heard the teacher sigh.

The thief started grumbling at the inspector's daughter, but Hakuba had lost interest. They were always rowdy.

He scanned a page listing the dates of important wars. He fixed a "9" that looked like an "a," then flipped to the next page.

After a couple more pages, he started to feel disturbed. The clowns were being oddly quiet. He stuffed his notebook in his bag and stalked closer to KID.

They weren't speaking at all. Very odd. KID was also laying on the floor, sprawled over his chair and desk, but really, that could be anything.

The inspector's daughter broke the silence, "You. . . have a crush on. . . a guy?"

"No!" KID said, defensively, "I mean, who said that?"

As she spoke, Nakamori's mouth didn't quite close, giving her the resemblance of a fish, "I think," she said, "You just did."

"Oh," KID said – not his usual sharp-tongued self, but he hadn't been for a while.

"So. . . Who is it?" Nakamori asked, shifting awkwardly.

They stared at each other, until KID stuck out his tongue and announced it his secret. Oh, well, typical KID.

Still, interesting, Hakuba thought, walking from the room while Nakamori called KID her made-up name.

He pulled out his notebook for detective work. "KID;" he jotted, "Homosexual or bisexual?"

Okay, I hope that didn't come off as too creepy. . . You know Hakuba. -.-''