This is the late chapter that was pre-written, all chapters after this will be written on the spot instead of being already written and posted. Please enjoy! Chapter 9 should be out soon!

Chapter Summary: Hakuba's finished watching over Conan and attempts to go home but things don't go as planned.

I really wish Detective Conan and Magic Kaito belonged to me, sadly they do not.

Chapter 8: Four of a Kind

Apparently the tournament was longer than either of them thought because instead of an hour or two Hakuba found himself still at the Detective Agency four hours later and he was debating on whether or not to use the Mouri's food and cook dinner or to order take-out, neither seemed appealing to him but Conan needed to eat.

"Edogawa-kun," Hakuba waited until Conan was paying attention to him, "What would you like to eat for dinner?"

"Mm...Ran-neechan already made dinner, she just said to reheat it."

Hakuba nodded and made his way into the kitchen, he was barely able to life the plate of food out of the fridge with his badly he was shaking.

Reheating the food was simple enough. Hakuba estimated that it would be done in four minutes so he leaned back against the counter instead of attempting to walk back out to the couch.

He would like the say he wasn't surprised to see one of the four ghosts standing in front of him but he was a little out of it at the moment. So when he saw the man smoking a cigarette and staring at him, Hakuba flinched in surprise and smacked his head on the cabinet behind him.

The man's eyes widened and he took the cigarette out of his mouth and crushed it into the countertop before reaching out towards Hakuba's head. "Are you alright?"

Hakuba jerked away from him.

Not only was this ghost being overly familiar with him but he hated the feeling of ghosts passing through him, it'd already been past two hours since he acknowledged the ghosts' so they wouldn't be able to touch him now.

"Please do not touch me." Hakuba whispered as he took in the ghost's appearance. Besides being a smoker the man was casually dressed in a suit with dark, wavy hair, decent length to cover his face should he choose too, a bit pale and his eyes spoke of seeing things others would run away from.

"Sorry." The man took a step back, "How can you see us? I mean I've heard about people who can see ghosts I just…"

"Didn't believe them?" Hakuba said dryly. "I can see you because it's an ability of mine."

Any further conversation was interrupted by the beeping of the microwave signaling the food had finished being reheated. Hakuba took the opportunity to turn away from the ghost and ignore him in favor of bringing the single helping of food out to Conan who had not moved from reading on the couch. Conan looked up at him as soon as he walked into the room, Hakuba set the plate down in front of Conan on the table.

"Be careful, it's hot." Hakuba murmured as he quickly leaned away from the food's smell.

"You're not eating?" Conan questioned as he set down his book.

"Not hungry." Hakuba had to look away from the food otherwise he feared he was going to throw up.

Conan didn't say anything but Hakuba could tell he was watching him closely and it unnerved him to have a little kid stare at him like that.

It took forty-five minutes and 36.53 seconds before Ran walked into the Agency and thanked Hakuba repeatedly to the point where he was becoming embarrassed.

"It's pretty late out Hakuba-kun," Ran glanced at the clock on the wall before looking back at him, "Do you have a ride home? I know you don't live in Beika District…"

Hakuba shook his head, "No I don't. Don't worry though, if I leave now I should be able to make it for the last train."

"You could always stay here," Ran offered, "Otousan isn't home yet so you can share his room with Conan-kun."

"If it helps, you can take his bed!" Conan chirped, grinning a grin that was far too similar to someone else Hakuba knew.

"I'll be alright." Hakuba stood up and shook Ran's hand before offering his hand to Conan who looked pleasantly surprised. "I'll see you some other time then."

"Make sure you text me when you get home okay?"

Hakuba smiled genuinely at Ran's concern, "I promise."

With that said, Hakuba bid them both a good night and left.

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"Maison Mokuba!" The man suddenly yelled, startling Hakuba, 'That's where Re-I mean Amuro lives…"

"Why are you telling me this?" Hakuba muttered looking down at the sidewalk as he walked so that nobody could see him talking and think he was talking to himself.

"Because, he's my friend." The man spoke so quietly Hakuba had to lean closer to hear him, "He's been living a life of three different people, he lost us but maybe…."

"You want him to be able to have me?" Hakuba finished the others sentence in confusion, "Why me?"

"You can see us! Please...j-just make sure he doesn't regret living. He thinks so many things are his fault but if I could just tell him-!"

Hakuba stopped where he was, a couple of blocks from the train station and sat down in the middle of the sidewalk, it was late enough where there was only a few people out but they all gave him odd looks regardless. "Just because I can see you doesn't mean I should help you. Not everyone believes in ghosts let alone being able to see them!"

"You can prove it to him!"

"And if he doesn't believe me? What if he decides to call the police saying how I'm a nutter and all?"

"A what?"

Hakuba shook his head, "Forget it. I don't even know who you all are and the other three didn't seem too happy with you following me."

"..My names Jinpei Matsuda. The gruff looking guy who's always chewing that damn toothpick is Wataru Date, The guy with the longer hair is Hagiwara, and the other one is Scotch. I was on the Beika Police Department bomb squad, Wataru and Hagiwara were police officers as well."

"What about Scotch?" Hakuba tilted his head slightly as he could've swore he heard someone call his name.

"His situations complicated, but lets say he's a undercover cop."

"Hakuba-san!"

Hakuba visible jolted as Amuro of all people came jogging towards him with the three other ghosts following behind him, each of them seemed worried.

"What happened?" Amuro demanded as he came closer.

"What?"

"It's almost midnight and you are sitting on the sidewalk in the middle of the block." Amuro explained as he looked Hakuba over, indiscreetly searching for any injuries.

"Oh." Hakuba blinked, "I wasn't aware I was sitting here for that long. I apologize, I'll be on my way then."

Hakuba moved as though to get up but froze where he was.

"...Your legs are numb aren't they?" Amuro asked in amusement causing Hakuba to blush.

Before Hakuba could even say a word, Amuro had grabbed ahold of his arms and squatted down low enough to begin pulling Hakuba onto his back.

"W-What are you doing?!" Hakuba yelped, accidentally wrapping his arms around Amuro's neck as he stood up.

Amuro grunted slightly, "I'm not just going to leave you here Hakuba-san. Could you loosen your grip though? I doubt you want to knock me unconscious."

"Sorry." Hakuba quickly moved his arms to holding onto Amuro's shoulders instead, "Ah...would you mind not calling me Hakuba-san? Hakuba-kun or just Hakuba is alright."

Amuro hummed slightly as he took off walking in the opposite direction to the station, "Hakuba is it then."

After a few minutes had passed with awkward silence, other than the ghosts starting an argument with one another one that Hakuba wasn't even going to try and follow, Hakuba realized he didn't know where Amuro was taking him.

"Amuro-san? Where are we going?" Hakuba tried to hold back a yawn but found it impossible.

"Well, the trains aren't running this late and I can tell you aren't from the Beika district so you can spend the night at my house, I'll drive you to the station tomorrow."

Hakuba tried to protest but Amuro was having none of it, eventually after five minutes had passed Hakuba gave into his urges and fell asleep on Amuro's back.

Not only is chapter 9 in the making but I've written the climax of the story and I feel a tad bit evil for what I'm going to do...