Nayru's Note: Don't ask me how I managed to write this chapter so fast, practically from scratch. You don't want to know. (Food? Sleep? Who needs food and sleep?)

It's chapters like these that make me think that this story should have been named "The Adventures of Kid and 3 Idiot Detectives," instead of what it is. It's also chapters like these that make me wonder where the hell is this story even heading to anymore.

This one might be the most angst-filled out of them all to date, yet. Which is probably a surprise in itself, after what happened in the last. Don't ask me how that happened, either. I don't even know.

~4 Idiots In A Closet~
Chapter 12: Never again

By the time the King's Game came to an end, both Shinichi and Heiji had a hard time standing straight. Which was probably only to expected, considering how much (and how fast) they drank during their earlier debate regarding the King's order.

Kaito found it hilarious.

He also discovered that a drunk Hakuba was even more quiet than he usually was. Meanwhile, Aoko was ten times louder and more obnoxious, so she filled in the silence for them both. Akako didn't seem that much different, beside the fact that she was… more clingy. Which would have probably been a bad thing, if any of them had the heart to care, in their current states.

By some weird coincidence, all of them have ended up in Kaito's room, while he tried to show them a particular magic trick, daring them to figure it out. A drunk audience was even easier to deceive, and the detectives' thoughtful, non-comprehending expressions were just hilarious to watch.

"Where's the card?" Kaito invited everyone to guess, showing his empty hands before them.

"In your… pants?" Heiji tried, eying the magician suspiciously.

Kuroba laughed. "Nope~"

"We all know it could be anywhere!" Aoko protested, going on defense yet again. "You carry all kinds of stuff on you at all times! Even if we guessed, you could always say that we didn't!"

"How are you so convinced that I have it anywhere on me to begin with?"

Their expressions? Priceless.

"Shin-chan, Hattori, Hakuba," Kaito called out, all too amused. "Check your pockets."

All three did as instructed, and soon enough, each or the guys had a single card in their hands. A card that was slightly modified and had something particular written on it.

"You… didn't just go there," Shinichi gave the magician a crooked smile, one which held the promise of 'I'm going to murder you. Slowly and painfully.' Kuroba knew that he's just dug his own grave - willingly, at that - and for some weird reason, he couldn't be more amused with the whole thing.

Kudo's card had the words 'Ran usually wears them white' written on it. Hattori had 'Kazuha usually wears them green,' and Hakuba got 'Akako usually wears them black.' Regrets? None.

The magician bowed before them with a grin, holding Shinichi's murderous gaze with his own all the while.

When Hakuba swayed to the side, looking somewhat unsure what to even do with the piece of message he's just received, Heiji viciously stuffed the card into his mouth and ate it.

"Kaito, your card tricks are so last year!" Aoko huffed, clearly annoyed that she was being left out and didn't know what was going on. "Now it's my turn! I'll show you a better one!"

Oh, boy… It seemed like the pile of books he's saved from her earlier was about to be back in the game. Well, as long as she had fun with it… Who was he to stop her. A drunk Aoko was not to be argued with.

And there she went, placing a couple of books on her head in a messy pile that was just bound to end up on the floor in a matter of moments. The whole scarecrow game was on again. Kaito wasn't sure whether to laugh or... he didn't even know.

"We should be making bets with this. Like, regarding the amount of time you can keep this up without failing," he concluded. "Who wants another drink?"

"Hush! I got this…"

Kuroba was about to leave the room to get some glasses, when he noticed Aoko swaying to the side and… stumbling upon the chair that somehow got in her way. And then she was trying not to fall, while quickly tip-toeing to the side, and Kaito's blood suddenly ran cold, because she was edging so close to the—

"Ahoko!" The magician yelled, immediately running after her. "Wait, stop, don't! Watch—"

—and then, with a startled yelp, she was gone, leaving a rotating painting that she just fell through in her stead, along with a frozen Kaito, who now stood half-way across the room.

"…out."

The painting stopped. Everyone went still and quiet, their gazes glued to the image of Kaitou Kid that just happened to appear before them.

Kaito's life flashed before his eyes, and for a second there, he thought he was going to faint.

"Um," was the only intelligent thing he could muster before he rammed a hand into the painting (Aoko just had to hit the right spot by mistake, didn't she?) and jumped down after her.

The room just remained silent.

"So, uh…" Heiji was the first to speak up. "On a scale from one ta…"

"Eleven." Shinichi cut him off without so much as a thought.

And so, Hattori, ever the idiot that looked after his bros' back, figured it was time to act and tried to discreetly plaster himself against the newly-appeared painting of Kaitou Kid and shield it from Akako's eyes.

Soon enough, Kuroba was back, with an unconscious Aoko in his arms. Without a word, he placed her on his bed - and once the deed was done, it was like some kind of shut-off switch being flipped. The thief's legs gave in under his own weight and he fell down to the floor.

"Somebody get me a drink," he pleaded.

Heiji ran to the kitchen while Shinichi and Hakuba approached him. "Kuroba…"

"Yes," Kaito answered as if reading the question out of his classmate's mind. "And, no… She passed out when she fell. I'm hoping she didn't…" Oh, God, the sole thought terrified him.

"To think that you'd have the entrance to your lair in your own room," Akako suddenly interrupted them, as if dropping all pretense. She took a seat on the bed, right next to the unconscious girl. "So many surprises for one party."

"I'm not the one who designed it, so shut up," Kaito growled at her. "That thing has a trick to it, and of course it was just Aoko's luck to ram against the right spot."

"Wait, Nee-chan knows?" Heiji was back with the requested drink, handing it to the thief.

"I knew about it before any of you did," the witch admitted, sounding pleased with herself. "I even helped out Kuroba-kun from having get captured by you once," she looked at Hakuba. "But he's just so ungrateful for anything I do for him."

"I am grateful for that…" Kaito murmured, sipping on his very-needed, life-saving drink. "But you're not exactly making it easy to trust you, you know."

"Wait…" Saguru tried to put two and two together. "So back at the time when I had you cuffed to me, and Kid still appeared to steal the gem…"

Akako laughed loudly and obnoxiously, that trademark laugh of hers.

Yeah, that. "Does the broom make sense now?"

"Broom?" Both Heiji and Shinichi seemed confused.

"Akako has her own set of magic tricks," Kuroba explained, as vaguely as he could.

He had no idea if Koizumi wanted to tell anyone about her involvement in black arts, and he definitely didn't want to end up on the witch's bad side later on, for having blown her cover.

She just threw him a knowing smirk when he looked at her.

"Tricks? Is Nee-chan a magician, too?" Hattori blinked.

"Don't be silly," Akako clearly found the accusation amusing. "Magicians and my kind are natural enemies."

Kaito simply sighed. "That's what she keeps saying…"

"And I must admit, I'm surprised by your choice in friends," the witch directed her words at the thief again. "Hakuba-kun being your classmate aside, isn't it risky for you to be acquainted with so many detectives, Kuroba-kun?"

"As you can see, I like to live dangerously," Kaito threw at her, mildly sarcastic.

A phantom thief, thee detectives, and a witch. Weren't they the happiest bunch.

"Well, no matter." Akako shrugged. "I can kind of see the allure in it, after getting to know them." Did she really, though? "Now, since we can all finally stop pretending in front of one another, mind telling me what's going on here?"

"… What do you mean?"

"I mean Kudo-kun," she explained, turning all the boys immediately on alert mode. "'He emits a strong and pure energy, just like Kuroba-kun. He has the cunning of the devil, and keen eyes that can gaze into people's hearts,'" she recited, as if the words were out of some kind of messed up book.

None of them seemed to know what she was talking about. Kaito was pretty clueless himself.

"We haven't met face-to-face, but I was there, and I know Kudo-kun was there, too. There is no doubt, it was his energy that I felt, back at the time," Akako went on. "The heist in which you said you were going to steal the clock tower, Kuroba-kun. Kudo-kun was riding one of the helicopters."

The two mentioned boys turned to look at each other, and then it clicked, almost at the same time. "Wait, that was you?!"

Akako smiled, as if proud of herself that she could be the one to bring that to light. "Conan-kun emits the same kind of energy as Kudo-kun," she finally made her point. "And by 'same,' I mean 'identical.' It's impossible that this is a coincidence."

Shinichi looked at the witch with a puzzled, disbelieving frown, when a muffled moan interrupted them. One coming from Aoko… which must have meant that she was coming back to her senses.

"Okay, look… If we're going to continue talking about any of this, I'm taking her home first," Kaito insisted, already getting on the job of lifting Aoko from the bed.

"Ya need help with that?"

"I'm fine, her house is right next to mine," the magician waved off Heiji's offer, though he appreciated it. "You think you won't set this house on fire during the five minutes I'm gone?"

Kaito carefully carried the fuzzy-haired girl down the stairs and then through the front door of his house, wondering how bad of an idea it was to leave his three remaining friends together with a witch in one room. Especially when she was…

"You know, Kaito… I always thought that I'd get to have my first kiss… with you."

Kuroba couldn't help but tense up at the sudden words. Aoko still had her eyes closed, and sounded as if she were half-asleep, and yet, she just managed to startle him with ease. Of all things… he didn't see such an admission coming.

"But now Akako stole it…"

Did that… bother her? What was he even supposed to say to that?

"… Sorry for ruining that for you?" It was a start? "I'd say I could try and fix that, but… you're drunk and I'd be technically taking advantage of you, and I'm… just not that kind of guy."

He looked at her again, wondering how out of it she actually was. She… probably didn't even comprehend any of that, did she? Way to go and give him more unnecessary heart attacks.

"Tell you what… If you're going to remember any part of this conversation, feel free to ask me about it tomorrow again." The easier way out? He was willing to leave it at that. "Hey, Aoko… do you know if your dad's home?"

"Hmm?" The girl purred in a lazy demeanor. "I don't know…"

Well, that didn't help much, obviously. Because they were before the entrance now, and the lack of light coming from the inside wasn't really telling much, either. If Inspector Nakamori was indeed home and simply asleep, going in through the front door had the risk of waking him up.

They wanted to avoid that, at all costs. Yeah. Sneaking a totally plastered Aoko into her room through the veranda and window seemed like a lot better alternative in Kaito's eyes.

"Okay… I need you to pay attention. You with me, Aoko?" He nudged her to wake her up, in case words alone didn't do the trick. "Hold on tight and don't let go of me under any circumstances, alright? I'm going to get you upstairs."

Kuroba had to admit, climbing the wall just barely a floor above was kind of a challenge, even for him, when one had a sack of lifeless potatoes half-clinging to you. But he somehow managed, and at least nobody got killed or hurt in the process. Getting the window open was the easiest of the ordeal, right after that.

He slipped inside of the room as silently as he could, carrying his childhood friend to her bed without dwelling on it too much. He knew the layout enough not to stumble upon anything in the darkness.

It's when he lowered Aoko to the bed, did he have a slight moment of panic, because she somewhat pulled him along when he wanted to let go. Well… he did tell her to hold on tight, earlier. It seemed that she took it to heart, at least.

"Hey, Aoko… We're here. You can let go of me now."

To Kuroba's surprise, her grip on him tightened, instead.

"Kaito…" The fuzzy-haired girl spoke up, her voice barely a soft murmur in his ear. "You're not really Kaitou Kid, are you?"

Holy crap—shit—fuck, was all Kaito's mind could suddenly scream at him. Did she catch anything before passing out? Poker face, poker face. Goddammit, his pulse jumped, and with Aoko being so close to him, she could catch on to him being nervous, easily. … Or she would have, most likely, if she wasn't as drunk as she was.

"Dummy." Kaito finally answered, in a somewhat joking, light voice. "How could I be Kid?"

"Yeah… You're too much of an idiot to be Kid." Aoko sounded like she just convinced herself.

"… Well, gee, thanks." He tried to sound irritated, even if he felt anything but at the moment.

And with that, her hands finally slipped away from around his neck, and Aoko turned to cuddle her pillow, instead. A satisfied smile appeared on her lips, like she was about to head to a very nice place, and… somehow, all of a sudden, Kaito couldn't feel any worse for lying to her. Again.

He watched her as she fell asleep, trying to calm down his poor, racing heart - and then, he stayed by her side for a while more, even after she did.

He couldn't help but think back to his earlier conversation with Hakuba, regarding this. He had a feeling he'd be forced to make some kind of firmer decision and take a standing of his own with this whole thing pretty soon. They… weren't kids anymore, were they? Some things would get harder to shake off, eventually. And if Aoko was bound to start making more obvious advances, or ask him more daring questions, like the one she brought up earlier…

When he said that he couldn't get close to her as long as he was Kaitou Kid, he wasn't lying.

… Crap, it was his birthday and he was getting depressed over stupid things. Maybe the alcohol was messing with his head; he didn't need some kind of… bad trip, on top of all of this. He had a party to go back to, one he was still very much looking forward to. This was no time to mope around. He could come to terms with all of this later.

Kaito left Aoko's room without a sound, closing the window behind himself. When he hopped down from the veranda, he had another surprise waiting for him, though.

He definitely didn't expect Saguru to wait there for him in front of the house, on the street.

"Did… something happen?"

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?" The blond countered in a calm demeanor that Kaito definitely lacked at the moment. "Akako said she was going home, so I saw her off and decided to wait for you. You said… you'd be gone for five minutes, but it's already been fifteen. I was starting to wonder if you stumbled upon the Inspector."

"Akako went home?" Kaito asked like it was supposed to be the most important bit of information in all of that.

"She did. She… insisted that she was fine on her own, and that you shouldn't worry about anything for tonight anymore, and have fun…" Saguru was a little hesitant in his further explanation, and all things considered, Kuroba couldn't really blame him for being confused. "Is… something going on?"

He couldn't tell Hakuba about the deal. He'd think he was mental. Well… more than he already thought he was. "Mind if we talk about that tomorrow?"

"If that's what… not at all." The detective blinked at him, clearly trying to be polite and not push the issue, especially when… "Kuroba…? You're shaking."

… Was he? Crap. How embarrassing. He supposed his poker face wasn't so great like he thought it was, after all. "Ah, well… I'm a little shaken up after what happened, I guess… And Aoko…" He trailed off, not even sure how to explain it. "She kind of gave me two more heart attacks on our way home just now," he admitted, trying to sound more amused than nervous about the whole thing. "I just need a moment to calm down."

He honestly didn't want Hakuba to see him in a moment of weakness like this, nor did he want the blond to worry about him, but… judging from the look he just got, he failed in his attempt. Kuroba just looked away and sighed.

And then, Saguru was taking a step towards him, catching him by one of his trembling hands, as if to help him still it. Next thing Kaito knew, he was being pulled into a gentle, loose hug.

… Wow, this day was just getting weirder and weirder by the minute.

"You must be really drunk, if you're doing something like this out of your own accord," Kuroba snorted, genuinely amused.

"Shut up."

For once, he didn't argue. Nor did he pull away.

Once he stopped being so out of it, Kaito eased into the touch, even. And, well… if anything, Hakuba did somewhat make him feel better, that hopeless case of an awkward friend. It was nice, having someone to… be there for you. He felt so alone back in Aoko's room, with Kid's persona weighting on his shoulders, but that was because he was clearly forgetting about something.

He'd even go as far and admit that a hug was just what he needed right now. … Not that he'd ever say that out loud.

"… Thanks."

"You still have a party of epic proportions to go back to, just to remind you," the detective threw at him, sounding somewhat grumpy, as if he was trying to hide that he was being embarrassed by all of this, all of a sudden.

"Oh crap, you left those two alone," the thief laughed in realization, letting himself relax more. "I wonder if they broke anything yet—"

"GAAAAAYYY~!" Heiji suddenly yelled at them through the window.

Kuroba burst out laughing.

"Hey, lovebirds! Ya done yet? These drinks aren't goin' ta drink themselves!" Hattori just kept shouting as if it wasn't the middle of the night and there were no neighbors to be woken up all around them. "We need some backup here! Kudo just made his first somersault with da table! I think he might'ev broken a leg!"

"I can break yours if you don't shut up!" Shinichi yelled back at the Osakan teen from somewhere in the background.

Oh, man. How could one not love those guys? "I think that's our cue to head back and save the house from demolition."

"I suppose it is," Hakuba agreed with a hint of amusement of his own. "Do you think you're ready to handle it?"

"Please," Kaito offered with a grin, and he actually meant it. His moment of weakness was officially over. "You're clearly forgetting who you're talking to."

"And then Kudo opened da thing and asked me, 'Hey Hattori, have ya ever killed someone?' and I was all 'Haa?' and wondered what got inta him all of a sudden," Heiji went on, helping his explanation with some over-exaggerated gesticulations and an accent that was becoming even more painful to bear in his obviously drunken state. "As it turned out…"

"I know I'll be repeating myself, but…" Shinichi decided to interrupt him, his voice anything but impressed. He was sitting on the floor, his back pressed to the couch, and munched on a piece of cake (the thing was so horribly sweet, he had no idea how he was even handling this… his sense of taste must have stopped working or something.) "Of all the cases we solved together… couldn't you have found a less depressing one to tell about?"

"Hey, it wasn't dat depressing 'til we got to da petrol flask part!" Heiji complained, immediately trying to prove him wrong. "Remember how much fun we had running around dose rooms and storming da wardrobes? How we found da answering machine? Man, those were our very first bonding moments as detectives!"

Well, Hattori did have somewhat of a point, considering that was their first case together, after he figured out his identity. But, honestly…

"And then we cornered da culprit, and she didn't know we swapped da petrol with water, so that she wouldn't be able ta commit suicide, like she wanted ta. And then she got all hysterical and I was all 'Maybe we shoulda let her die, if she wanted it so much' and Kudo called me a fool."

Shinichi sighed.

"'A detective who corners someone with their deductions, but then lets them commit suicide is no different from a murderer,' he said!" Heiji went on as if nothing. "'Such pain to my ears, to hear the perfect one say such a line,' I said! And then you told me there's no such thing as a perfect person, and even you—"

"Hattori," Shincihi kicked his friend in the side, making him shut up. "I think everyone got the picture already. Stop being so over-dramatic."

"Hey, don't dismiss it like dat! That was some impacting stuff! It's because I took yer words from dat case so much ta heart dat I got shot later on, ya know!"

Shinichi was flattered that his words were so impacting for Hattori, but did they really have to go there right now? It made him think back on the Moonlight Sonata case, and those definitely weren't the happiest moments of his life.

… Come to think of it, most of the cases he's solved were kind of depressing, in one way or another. Huh. He somehow didn't even realize it, until now. And here he was, wondering why he couldn't have been a happy drunk, like Heiji. The Osakan detective seemed to handle all of this a lot better than he did. It's like he had more distance.

"Well, wat case do ya want me ta bring up next?" Hattori asked. "The one where we competed with da girls fer going ta de Koushien? Da one in da Spider Mansion? … Though dat one was creepy. Maybe da one dat happened in Osaka, when you came over for—"

"—You are not about to bring up the case with Ray, are you?" Was he doing this on purpose? Did the alcohol cripple his brain or something? "Because if you are, I'm going to spill my drink down your shirt. Ice included."

"Dude, don't tell me yer still moping over dat? That was, like, ages ago!" Do not punch, do not punch… "And those were yer moments of glory! Ya did da right thing despite everythin'… do ya know how impressed I was with ya back then?"

"I'm flattered, Hattori." No, he wasn't. "How about we hear a story from Kaito or Hakuba for a change?"

Kuroba must have gotten the message and noticed that he was being uncomfortable with the whole thing. Bless him. Though that also made him wonder if their magician was skipping out on the drinks. He gave off the impression of being the most sober of them all. … Well, Hattori and him did overdo it a bit because of the King's order earlier, he supposed.

"Hey, you mentioned something about getting shot…" Kaito finally spoke up with intrigue. "Would you mind telling your story regarding that? I'm kind of curious, now that I can relate."

Shinichi blinked at him, not really expecting the request. But he figured he might as well. It was better than Hattori continuing to torture him with the worst kind of cases, at least.

And now that he tried to recall the whole thing… hey, those were some happier memories, despite everything. They even made him smile.

"Heh. Those were some crazy days…" Man, saying that made him feel old. "I went out camping with the Detective Boys and Hakase into the woods, and… we went into a cave. It turned out that some bad guys were lurking inside of it, trying to get rid of a corpse. They spotted us, and I got shot, and we couldn't get out. The kids had to carry me around while trying to get away from them… I passed out from blood loss somewhere along the way."

"Whoa, nasty stuff." At least Kaito had some compassion to offer, unlike someone else.

"Yeah… By the time they got me out, I needed a transfusion, but they didn't have the blood with my type on stock at the hospital they got me into… so Ran offered her own for me."

Shinichi was somewhat fond of that memory, despite having been on a deathbed.

"She was convinced about my real identity back at the time, and… Oh, man, so many things have happened later on," he continued, as if realizing some things for himself, too. "Even Hattori was…" And that's when Shinichi started to snort and chuckle. "Hattori was trying to save my butt and disguised as me without having told me a thing about it beforehand."

"Really?" Kaito laughed along. "Hey, what do you know, Hattori and I have more in common than I thought."

"With the exception that your disguises work. Hattori's don't." Shinichi pointed out, chuckling some more. "You should have seen his powder-face Shinichi with Osaka-ben in action, it was hilarious."

"Hey, it was all going well until Kazuha ruined da whole thing!" Heiji complained.

"You wouldn't happen to have any photos of that, would you?"

"Well, it happened during the school festival. Someone might have taken some." He'd have to ask around. "What Hattori didn't know, was that I already got a temporary antidote from Haibara, and we had a whole plan of our own prepared. So, I actually appeared in my own body after Heiji's failed stunt… and Haibara dressed up as Conan so that she'd have me covered. … Ran was so confused."

"So you made both versions of you appear there at the same time?" Kaito grinned. "Sneaky, Shin-chan~"

"I'll probably be going to Hell for that, one day." If Ran ever were to find out the truth for real, after all that… Oh, boy. "… Wait, I shouldn't be telling you anything about Haibara." Shinichi suddenly realized in his drunken state. "She's going to kill me."

"We don't know any Haibara, Shin-chan." Kaito helped him out.

"What do ya mean ya don't kn—aaah?!"

That was the sound of Heiji getting a drink full of ice shoved down his back. And while the Osakan teen panicked for dear life, starting to run around the room, screaming, Shinichi and Kaito grinned and high-fived one another.

"Hey, Hakuba, you still with us?" Kuroba nudged his classmate, who seemed to blink himself awake. Kudo didn't even notice he's passed out on them to begin with.

That's when Heiji came running back to them, shoving a bunch of ice cubes down Shinichi's back in sweet, sweet revenge, making him jump up in shock. … And then he shoved the remaining ones down Hakuba's.

Kaito laughed at the terrified faces they made, jumping away from Hattori's dangerous hands, which were clearly out to get him next.

And so, the chases began.

It was either a curse or a blessing, Hakuba thought to himself, when it occurred to him that he was the first to wake up.

The curtains were half-drawn over the windows, and it was already bright outside. What time it actually was, he wasn't able to tel - but from the position of the Sun which he was partially able to see from where he lay, it had to be around noon.

When he tried to move, it suddenly occurred to him that he wasn't alone in bed. … Well, 'wasn't alone in bed' was somewhat of an understatement, really.

Kuroba was using his chest like a pillow, still sleeping soundly and drooling all over his shirt. … Dear Lord. Kudo seemed to have reverted back to his seven-year-old self during the night and was currently sleeping on Kaito's butt, in an over-sized shirt. And on the end of the whole chain was Hattori, who was clinging to one of the magician's legs while laying upside-down and having his own loosely tangled with Shinichi's.

What… kind of messed up scenario was this? How did they even manage to pull this off? This bed was meant for a single person, not… four. And…

Dear God, his head was still spinning. And he felt like shit. Which should have been hardly of a surprise, probably. Worst of all, he couldn't even move to get some water without waking everyone else up.

It was definitely a curse, being the first to realize one's misery.

"… I am never drinking again."

With that established, Saguru wondered what were the chances of him being able to fall asleep again. He wasn't sure at what time they crashed, but the few hours they needed to be out was far from enough for a proper recovery, and… yeah, bless Kuroba for thinking ahead and throwing the party on a Saturday. They had all of today to deal with their—

There was suddenly a sound to be heard, coming from downstairs. One which Hakuba recognized as the front door opening. … Could it have been Jii-chan? Now, of all times? Honestly... Wasn't that just what they needed…

The blond was about to shake Kaito awake, when something stopped him dead in his attempt.

"Kaito~ Guess who's home~"

Hakuba blinked. He knew that voice. And he really, really hoped he was just going senile and was starting to hear things at that point, and that it wasn't Kuroba's mother, who was about to…

…walk into the room…

…and see her son sprawled on the bed, practically snuggling with three other guys.

…

"Saguru-chan~ It's so good to see you~" Chikage waved a hand at him from the entrance, looking all cheerful and… delighted?

God save them all.

"Tell me, was this a double date or does my son actually have three boyfriends?"

Hakuba wished he didn't have to be awake right now.

He honestly did.

—t.b.c.

Nayru's Note: Yes, I went there. With the panties, with Heiji saving the day, and with Chikage's unexpected visit. My work here is done. *salutes*