Detective Conan and Magic Kaito characters, settings, and ideas do not belong to me but to Aoyama Gōshō.

Warnings: Language, minor violence

TMPD Antics

By Taliya

V: Kudou and Kuroba

Way too much coffee! Kaito thought as he sprinted for the toilet. Skidding to a stop in front of a urinal, he undid his fly and sighed in relief. He ignored the newcomer who took the urinal next to him, simply because toilet conversations were always awkward.

"HNG!"

Kaito started violently, head snapping to glance at his neighbor. He nearly jumped out of his skin a second time upon finding a near-perfect reflection staring back at him. Panic dictated that he flee, though he dared not leave the minor protection of the urinal stall—at least, not until he had properly buttoned his pants. Screw emptying his bladder, he could hold it long enough to dash to the next floor. Except he could not get himself to stop now that he had started…

"I'm sorry," Shinichi said contritely, "I just wasn't expecting to see my own face outside of a photo or a mirror."

Kaito chuckled weakly. "Same here," he replied. He leaned sideways as Shinichi leaned towards him, intent on studying his face. "Oi oi oi!" he protested when the other man leaned over the urinal stall wall. "Toilet?!"

Shinichi immediately backed up, flushing. "Sorry, but you just look so similar to me it's eerie."

Bladder finally relieved, Kaito cleaned up and zipped his fly. Once he was done buckling his belt he turned, only to find his doppelgänger had essentially cornered him in the urinal stall, a contemplative look on his face. "You're not KID by any chance, are you?" Shinichi asked.

Oh my god, Poker Face, Poker Face, Poker Face…! Outwardly, Kaito chortled and shook his head. When had he finished his business?! "Sorry to disappoint, but no. Kuroba Kaito, Division Three."

"Oh," Shinichi said with some dissatisfaction as he backed up to allow Kaito to leave, the both of them heading to the sinks to wash their hands. "Kudou Shinichi, Division One, Homicide."

They parted outside the men's room. "Nice meeting you," Shinichi called as he strode towards the stairwell.

Kaito blinked. Why was Kudou on my floor when Homicide is three floors up…?

Author's Note: … I can't believe I just wrote a toilet scene… But talk about a captive audience and Shinichi's runaway curiosity! I'm going to run off to a corner to finish my evil cackling fit now. I hope you enjoyed it.

Completed: 30.07.2015