A/N: Heey guys, long time no see! I'm really sorry for letting you guys wait for so long! Please forgive me, but I had a depression at first and when I finally snapped out of it I got a freakin' artblock! And yes, I'm sorry if some parts of this chapter sucked, but I had to force myself to write them (the artblock is still there). I knew a few scenes and where I wanted to go with this chapter, but I didn't know how to...uhm...get to those scenes, you know, what to put between them. Anyway, I also said...uhm...maybe I should say this at the end...I don't want to spoil it ^^ So, I have a surprise for you guys! Hope you like it!

You know, I'm gonna stop with the disclaimers and everything, 'cause you guys know this already and I told it so many times. Everyone knows I'm not Gosho Aoyama: 1. I'm a girl. 2. If I were Gosho-sama then DC wouldn't be Shinran :3 *pervy yaoi fangirl*

Enjoy!

~~xXx~~

The noise of the people on the street were faint but it didn't matter. The only thing he could hear was his blood rushing through his body, his hitching breath and the sound of his heartbeat. He didn't feel anything either. Not the cold of the dark alley nor the sharp bricks of the building which where now poking in his back.

He had probably missed the soft hand on his shoulder if it hadn't felt like it burned right through his clothing and on his skin. "Are you okay?" a woman's voice asked. He looked up through half-lidded eyes. His vision was blurry, but he could see the worry in the young woman's face. Her hair was scarlet red and she didn't appear to be japanese. A foreigner? Now that he thought about it, she did have a little accent.

The longer he stared at her the more his thoughts were put in the back of his mind, only to be replaced by her hair. The color it had. Red. Like something else. What was it? Why did he want that other red thing so badly?

He didn't notice that he had grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer. He leaned with his head on her shoulder, noticing the way the woman stiffened at the touch. "H-hey? What are you-..are you really okay?" She asked shakily, while a shudder went through her body. "You're ice cold."

It was true, he felt like a corpse. No, even colder than that. So cold that it felt like everything that touched him burned right through his skin. Still, he kept the woman against his body. The fear that seemed to radiate from her, he absorbed all of it. That delicious fear. He enjoyed it. Loved it. Craved for more.

Unconsiously, his hand began tugging the woman's sleeve to show the bared skin of her shoulder. He felt her tremble when he let his lips slit over her neck and shoulder. At one point he licked the latter, enjoying the sharp breath intake of the woman.

In the back of his mind his senses were furiously telling him that what he was doing was wrong and totally crazy, but his body wouldn't listen. Not to him nor to reason, only to that craving feeling inside his stomach. Slowly he opened his mouth...

And bit.

~~xXx~~

He couldn't help but laugh out loud. The task force turned his way at the sound. There he stood, on the glass display in the middle of the room holding the Night's Gaze, a beautiful sapphire stone.

"Damn you, KID!" Nakamori-keibu yelled.

"My dear Nakamori-keibu, when will you finally learn that there isn't a trap that can capture the great Kaitou KID?" He said.

"Don't get cocky KID! I promise you I will put you behind bars someday!"

"Don't make promises you can't keep, Keibu~!" The kaitou said and winked before he threw a smoke bomb on the ground. The police officers coughed and when the smoke disappeared they looked around, but KID was no longer in the room.

"There he is!" Nakamori-keibu yelled and pointed towards the white hangglider soaring through the sky. The policemen fought their way outside and after the white triangle.

Snickering in the ventilation shaft above the glass display Kaito looked at the sapphire in his hand.

Sorry Keibu but I don't have time today. He thought to himself before making his way to the roof.

It was friday, the day he would finally meet Hoodie-san and pay him back! A quick look at his watch and he saw it was only a quarter to nine. If he used his hangglider to go to the roof of his school then it would take about ten minutes.

Kaito opened the door to the roof and immediately smelled the fresh air. Standing in the middle he held the Night's Gaze up, only to sigh when he saw it wasn't Pandora.

"Hi there, Kaitou KID." He spun around when he heard Snake's voice quite close behind him. A fist connecting roughly with his face, sending him flying backwards. With all his might he was able to keep his monocle and hat on before a foot was put down on his stomach and Snake leaned on it, making it almost impossible for Kaito to breath. Quickly he reached for his card gun and shot at the black-cladded man above him. Said man took a step back to avoid the sharp card. Kaito took his chance to scramble to his feet and hide behind a few metal boxes while bullets missed his head by a centimeter.

"Well well, Snake you're violent all of a sudden. What's wrong? Getting desperate?" He chuckled.

"No, it's just punishment." Snake said, shooting some more bullets towards the metal box when Kaito tried to look around it.

"Oh dear, have I been such a bad boy~?" He said.

"You haven't." Snake muttered. Kaito still heard it, but put in the back of his mind.

He jumped away from the box, rolling over his side while shooting at the black-cladded criminal and disappeared behind another box. Snake took cover as well and for a while they just shot and dodged. Kaito looked at his watch. Five minutes before nine o'clock. Now he wouldn't be able to be at the school before Hoodie-san! He had to get away from Snake, but the latter wouldn't give him any chance to escape. Just like that other heist when he had first met his secret (not so secret anymore) admirer. For the past heists Kaito had noticed that Snake was indeed different than when he had first met him. Did he undergo some kind of special training or something? What now? How to escape? Suddenly he heard the other growl in annoyance and then a few clicks. The bullets had stopped and quickly he realised that Snake was reloading. Almost without thinking he jumped over the railing.

Kaito turned his head and saw that the black-cladded figure was already standing on the railing, cursing and aiming his gun at the still falling thief. But just as he shot his foot was yanked back, making him fall. The white-cladded thief felt the bullet tear the piece of clothing on his shoulder. He unfolded his hangglider before he would hit the ground and flew away.

He took a deep breath in an attempt to calm his quickly beating heart. "What was that?" he said to himself. What was it that had pulled Snake away? One of his hands unconsciously found its way towards his shoulder when he felt a small stream of blood run down his chest. The bullet hadn't done much damage, it was only a small cut.

For the third time that evening he looked at his watch. Five minutes past nine. Well, let's hope Hoodie-san will forgive him. For some reason he felt quite excited to finally meet the guy in person. Was it because of the things his admirer wrote to him or couldn't he wait to prank him? He didn't know and at the moment he didn't care. He'll get the answer soon anyway.

~~xXx~~

To his utter confusion when finally arrived at Ekoda High Hoodie-san hadn't been there. Was he late or already gone? Kaito looked around, but the rooftop was empty. He threw down a smoke bomb and when the smoke cleared Kaito stood on the rooftop instead of KID.

"Tell me, have you ever dressed up as a maid?" Kaito jumped and was about to turn around when two arms wrapped around his waist.

"What the-let me go!" He yelled. The man holding him chuckled, making Kaito blush when he could feel it more than he heard it, then gave a small peck to a by now fury red ear before letting go. When Kaito had his poker face back and turned around he saw Hoodie-san standing a few feet away from him.

"Well, have you?" he asked.

Kaito pouted. "You'll never know." He said and watched as the grin on the other's face grew even bigger and showed more of the not-human-like canines. Ignoring that little fact he thought it was finally time he got his answers. "So, care to tell me your name, Hoodie-san?"

The grin faded for a second before a much smaller one took his place. "I think I like the one you just gave me."
Inwardly Kaito gritted his teeth in annoyance. "Why do you keep you're face hidden?"

"Because I like it when you're interrogating me. Isn't it funny when a thief is doing just that?"

"Damn it! Why won't you tell me anything? What the hell do you want? Why are you doing this?" He yelled, finally losing his temper.

Hoodie-san wiggled his finger in front of his face and made a tsk tsk sound as if scolding a child. "Now's not the moment to talk about that, dear~. Though I will tell you, that is if there are certain things-..." He stopped talking and turned his head, looking somewhere in the sky as if trying to see a bird flying miles away. He didn't say anything anymore. His lips were pressed in a thin line and in the back of his mind Kaito noticed the way Hoodie-san had tensed up, but he didn't care. He wanted his answers damn it!

"What? When certain things are what? Will you tell me already!" No response. "Hey! Stop ignoring me! Will you listen?" Finally he got some kind of reaction. The hooded figure turned his head back and an apologetic smile appeared on his face.
"I'm sorry, my white rose, but I think we'll have to cut our little meeting short."

"What?" Kaito said and was about to yell at the other some more incoherent words, but the other was gone. Where? He had only blinked! How did he-! A hand came towards his face from behind. A cloth was pressed against his mouth and nose. Chloroform! Another arm wrapped around his waist to keep him from struggling too much. Though it didn't prevent him from trying. He kicked with all his might, waved with his arms, pulled, hit the arm with the cloth, but it was as if they were made of iron. Nothing he did even budged the arms nor any of his kicks seemed to hurt his captor. He felt his eyelids grow heavy and his struggles attenuate. Darn it all...

~~xXx~~

Just as the one in his arms became fully limb he watched as a rufous owl perched the railing, which caused him to look up just a bit. With his own sharp cat-like eyes he looked straight into the huge amber eyes of the bird. "Philippine." he muttered. The brown bird's lean head cocked almost ninety degrees to the side in a mocking way. If the bird had a mouth instead of a hawk-like beak he was sure the feathered creature had laughed at him. Suddenly he spread his wings and its body grew. The feathers stretched until they looked more like a tunic that reached mid-thigh. The beak became smaller and the smile he had imagined on the owl's face became a real one on a young woman's face. Claws became leatherly boots. "It's been a while."

"Too long for me, sweety." Silence reigned for a few seconds while the eye contact never broke.

"Let's handle this quickly."

"Whatever you want~."

~~xXx~~

Kaito woke up feeling that he was lying in his comfortable bed. He turned on his side, but cracked an eye open when he heard soft shuffling in his bedroom. The whole room was dark so he couldn't see a thing. Then he heard the soft breeze and a shiver went down his spine. When had he gotten to bed again? He didn't remember coming home, last night. Oh yeah, he met up with Hoodie-san and then passed out because of the Chloroform. That means Hoodie-san must have brought him home. Ah, that's good.

Wait. That's not good! Not good at all! He hadn't answered any of Kaito's questions!

Soft lips were pressed against his forehead startling him. He shot up only to hit the lips again in a more painful way. He recovered faster than the other though and looked as a dark figure held his hands on his mouth and muttered some things the thief couldn't understand, but had a very good idea what kind of words they were. He looked at the one standing just a few steps away from him. Hoodie-san.

He jumped out of bed and tried to get closer to him, but the other just took a few more steps away. Then tried to run towards the window. "Oh no! You wait right here!" Kaito said and grabbed Hoodie-san's shoulder. The latter lost his balance and tumbled back against Kaito. Both boys ended up on the floor, Kaito lying under Hoodie-san. When he felt the latter sit up, he himself sat up as well. "You're not going to leave until you give me your answers!" Kaito yelled at the boy rubbing his head in front of him, making the neat brown hair a bit of a mess. "You hear me, Hoodie-..." He stopped. The hood was gone. The fall must have knocked it off. Hoodie-san's face was visible. Even through the darkness of the room, Kaito was close enough to see it. "Shinichi..." Kaito whispered. Hoodie-san...Hoodie-san is Shinichi. Shinichi is Hoodie-san. Kaito lowered his head, letting his bangs cover his eyes.

"Kaito?" a hesitating voice asked. That voice. How could he have not recognized it? That was Shinichi's voice. The voice he always loved to hear so much. He heard a small gasp when the detective in front of him realised that his disguise was gone.

"So...that's it, isn't it?" Kaito said, voice trembling with anger. "You thought you could push me away and then make fun of me behind a mask!" He looked up, expecting to look straight into azure eyes, but instead those eyes were staring blank ahead to somewhere just below the thief's chin.

"I have to go." Shinichi said and stood up only to be pulled back by Kaito.

"Like hell you are! Do you know how angry I am right now! You're going to listen to me!" He saw how the other's breath quickened and sweat began to form on his forehead.

"Kaito, I'm sorry, but I really have to go." Suddenly Kaito noticed a huge stain on Shinichi's sweater. He didn't know why, maybe because he still loved Shinichi, but his anger was immediatly replaced with worry.

"Shinichi, are you hurt?" Kaito asked. The detective shook his head and turned away, though the thief's grip on his arm prevented him from going anywhere.

"It's nothing." He said, but hissed in pain when Kaito pulled back so that he was facing him again.

"Shinichi, we have to take care of that wound!" Shinichi's chest was now heaving up and down at an unsteady rhythym. Suddenly he pulled Kaito forward so that the thief was sitting in the detective's lap and burried his face in his chest. "Shinichi?"

"Kaito." There was something weird about the way Shinichi said his name. It sounded so...needy and...desperate. It sent shivers down his spine, in a good way that is. Kaito squeaked when he felt Shinichi lick his neck in a seductive way, making him swallow thickly. A very cold hand found its way under his shirt and roamed over his back.

"Sh-Shini...chi, what are you-" he moaned when Shinichi licked his neck again. Kaito almost didn't notice when Shinichi unbuttoned his shirt and kissed the cut on his shoulder the bullet had caused earlier that evening. Suddenly, that evening felt so far away.

Another lick, this time Shinichi licked the cut clean, before he stopped. Kaito looked down, wondering why the detective froze beneath him. He felt Shinichi's breath fanning on the wound and his body shudder slightly. "Shinichi?"

"Kai...Kaito...I'm...sorry." Shinichi said between his heavy breaths.

"For what?" The thief asked before he felt a fierce pain in his shoulder and cried out in pain. The pain came from two small points in his shoulder with something wet around it. Was Shinichi biting him? His hands grasped the detective's sweater, almost tearing it apart. Faintly he felt Shinichi's hand slip under his shirt and rub over his chest, while the other hand stayed on his back. He moaned when the hand on his chest tweaked one of his nipples. Pleasure waves were send through his body, but the pain on his shoulder was still overpowering it. It seems that Shinichi noticed it too, because the next moment Kaito felt a knee pressing against the junction between his legs, sending even more of those lovely pleasure waves through his body, this time it did distract him fully from the pain.

The next moment it all stopped. The pain, the pleasure, both vanished and his body was left with only another warm body to hold onto. The whole world was blurry and twisted around him. Closing his eyes, he buried his face in the other's shoulder in an attempt to get rid of the light-headedness.

The back of his mind screamed for answers, but he pushed it all back. Right now he needed...more. More of that pleasure.

"Kaito, are you okay?" The only answer the thief could give was a small nod. He felt how he was picked up and laid down on his bed. After that he heard Shinichi walk away. No! He didn't have any strenght left in his body, no way in hell would he be able to give himself that pleasure again, but right now he couldn't just stop! With the last of his strenght he grabbed Shinichi's wrist.

Don't go...

~~xXx~~

"Don't go.." was the quiet whisper. To any normal human it would have been nothing than a inaudible mumble, but Shinichi wasn't a normal human. Kaito lay there on the bed with a scarlet blush on his cheeks, his mouth slightly parted, panting and his indigo eyes staring into his begging for more.

He knew the thief would hate him for this later, but at the moment he didn't care. He would give him just what he wanted.

More.

~~xXx~~

There you go! A nice lime scene ^^ Well, I hope it is. This is my first time writing something that goes this far.

And yes I know I said Shinichi would be back in about two or three chappies, but this was just the perfect moment and I'm sorry Shara Raizel that it wasn't a big fight!

Well, that's it! Till next time :D

*darn, a quarter past since I wrote the lime, but I'm still blushing ='.'=*