Disclaimer: I don't own DCMK. I don't own much, now that I think about it...
Soft snowflakes drifted down past shinichi's window as the detective woke up, the icy crystals shimmering like long-awaited sun-kissed rays. Mmm... something really smelled delicious... oh, this situation reminded the detective of that manga Ran forced him to read last year, and if it were the beginning page... and then that perfect boyfriend would say...
"Good morning, princess."
Shinichi's eyes flew open, the detective instantly awake as he looked at a set of piercing, indigo eyes mere centimetres away from his own...!
"What the...?
"Ah... good morning sempai! Sorry about that - the situation was really like that opening scene for Princess-kun, wasn't it?"
Princess-kun. Ah, yes, that was the name of the manga his childhood friend forced upon him. But how had Kuroba...?
As if on cue, his kohai immediately blushed, probably at the thought of being so well-acquainted with such a series.
"Ah... you do know that manga, right? Aoko - that childhood friend of mine - forced it on me..."
"No, the same thing pretty much happened to me... Ran pretty much was also obsessed over it to the point where she made me RP for it and stuff..."
"So you didn't like it either? I found it rather tasteless... I mean Shohei pretty much..."
"...That's right, and then... it's just so..."
They found themselves deeply engrossed in their hatred of that manga. Needless to say, especially with Shinichi's luck, the two were late to class. Still, the detective almost found himself wanting a bit more, as he pushed himself to pay attention to that string of numbers on the blackboard.
At break, Shinchi found himself almost in awe of his peace. Had those fans of his finally given up? No more confessions, no more painful illusions, no more of that crazed crowd? Ah, how long he had longed for this very moment...!
It was almost as nice as conversing with his kohai...
Eyes widening at the implications of such a realization, the detective was so intensely thinking over such matters that he failed to notice a wayward shadow fading into the background, following him.
That day, Kaito accompanied Shinichi to various crime scenes (probably as a sort of date arranged on Shinichi's part...). Shinichi found himself immediately liking Kaito's intelligence on the field, his logical analysis of events and reasoning, and his kohai's lack of great delusions about romanticized crime.
"Good night, sempai!" Shincihi's fish-phobic kohai called out, after walking the detective home.
"Good night, Kuroba-kohai."
Just as he saw his kohai turn away, Shinichi found himself hit by the oddest impulse... to react could be a terrible decision but something was saying to him...
"Be careful; crime rates rise at night!"
...that no matter what, the smile of joy and love on Kaito's face was more than worth it. That priceless shade of pure blush spreading across his face didn't mix badly with that, either.
"H-hai...! You too... sempai... be careful!"
And roses rose to the moonlight, petals delicately reflecting such precious beams of faint light as they stood swaying in the icy wind, so like that of a nearby storm.
AN: I wish I had a Kaito to wake me up in the morning... On the bright side, this is actually a pretty sane hour for me to post at. I hope you enjoyed reading this... please review to tell me what you thought!