First, you all owe me vegan cookies. Considering my homework pile, I'm updating a lot. Eat the cookies and think of this fanfiction. . . Or mail them to some random place and hope they reach me. . .

Right now, I'm eating a cookie and thinking of my amazing reviewers and their awesomeness.

Sorry for all the awkward pauses in this chapter. Hey, they're awkward moments.

Name Notes:

Harley - Heiji Hattori

Anita - Ai Haibara

Kaito Kuroba, junior at Ekoda High School; he has lunch from 11:30 to 12:05.

The sentence had taken some wrestling to receive. After Hakuba had taken Conan's offer, they stepped outside, so Rachel and Moore couldn't hear. It was a hard bargain, but it was decided if Hakuba would tell who KID was, Conan would tell Hakuba who KID was crushing on.

Which was probably more embarrassing for Conan, then for KID.

Still, he felt kind of bad. It was underhanded, but it was also the only way he could talk to KID – well, Kaito.

Conan shortly found himself standing in front of Ekoda High, wondering what the hell he was planning on doing.

He imaged himself waltzing up to Kaito. "Hi, I figured out you're KID, but I'm not turning you in. See, I'm really Jimmy Kudo and I was wondering if you wanted to discuss this thing were you have a crush on me. No?"

It was brilliant.

"Hey," a high school girl said, "Are you looking for someone?"

"Y-yeah, I guess."

She smiled in the way one does to a child, "Who is it? Maybe I can help you."

"Kaito Kuroba. . ."

"Oh!" her face lit up, "I thought you looked familiar. You look sort of like Kaito. Are you brothers?"

"No!" Conan said, quickly. The idea creeped him out a little.

She laughed, "I guess not. You would need therapy or something. Well, follow me," she said, "High school's a big. We wouldn't want you getting lost."

"That's okay!" Conan said, but was dragged away, anyway.

The cafeteria was relatively the same as the one at his own high school. Faux-wood tables, long lunch lines, and cinder block walls. The main difference was that – as far as Conan knew – his cafeteria didn't have a moonlight magician stuffing his face.

"Kaito," the girl said to a boy with a roll crammed halfway in his mouth, "Um, you have a friend."

Kaito spit out his roll, surprise clear in his blue eyes for only a second; he composed himself with great speed.

"Uh. . . Kaito," the girl said, "Ew? Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Kaito grinned, whipping crumbs off his face, "Doughy roll."

"Oh, I hate that," she said, "It's always when you least expect it."

Whoa. Kaito was good at catching slip-ups. He should tutor Harley.

What with the boy being so ungentlemanly, Conan probably shout have doubted he was KID. Even just for a moment. But, no, Kaito had the same figure, the same unruly hair and – however cliché it was – his eyes laughed just as KID's did.

"Well, I should go. I have to retake a stupid bio test."

Kaito grinned, again – deficiently a KID grin, "Good luck, Shayla."

"Uh-huh, thanks. See you at math," the girl waved, then left.

"So," Kaito turned to his 'friend,' "What's up?"

Great. Conan's face heated for what he swore was the millionth time since Valentine's Day. Now what?

"Um. . ."

Arg! When had he gotten so impulsive? Why didn't he think this through? Damn it!

"I wanted to, um, ur- You see. . ."

Conan's mind scrabbled. It was trying to be in too many places at once; looking for a solution, wondering what would happen if he didn't, realizing he wasn't, thinking whatever it was that was going to happen would happen, thinking he needed to think of a solution, and again realizing that he wasn't. To put it simply, his mind crashed into itself.

Kaito cocked his head, "Let's see. . . Do I know you?

"I came to. . . To see a magic trick!"

That was so dumb! What if he didn't even do magic in his identity? Now, he would know he knew and he would know he knew he knew, but Conan wouldn't be able to tell him what he knew. . .

His mind got up for another round.

Kaito stared at him, "O-okay. . . What do you want to see?"

Pause.

". . . Something awesome and amazing!"

Pause.

"Right. When did I become famous?"

When Kaito began his magic show, Conan relaxed a little. At least his brain wasn't maiming itself anymore.

He watched KID pull restrained tricks that where ridiculously easy to figure out.

Conan need a plan B – or rather a plan A. Hm. . .

. . .

. . .

Anita was going to kill him.