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Caught on Camera

Photograph: The Duplicate

"Let's move on," Shinichi said a bit hastily, taking the album from Kaito and turning the page. He had a brief moment of déjà vu when his eyes were greeted by the familiar view of Teitan High's soccer field. Man it felt like forever since he'd last seen that place, and yet at the same time it felt like he'd been there just yesterday. Time was strange that way.

On the left stood Kaito wearing the soccer team uniform for Teitan and on the left stood Shinichi with a hand over his eyes. Between them, with his jaw hanging open and his eyes bugging out, was Teitan's soccer coach. Around the edges of the picture other Teitan uniforms could be seen adorning similarly shocked players.

Ah yes, Shinichi definitely remembered this one. It was the day that Teitan High met Kuroba Kaito for the first time. He knew for a fact that no one in the soccer team from that year had ever forgotten the incident…

. . . . . . . . .

Shinichi was late.

Kaito had searched the stadium from end to end—including all the off limits rooms and even the janitor's closet—but he hadn't found so much as a hint that Shinichi was there. Which was a bit odd really. This was, after all, Shinichi's first soccer game since entering high school. The aspiring detective could be forgetful about a lot of things from his birthday on down but one thing he never forgot about was a soccer game.

That meant he'd probably been waylaid by either his parents or the police who were starting more and more these days to ask him for help on difficult cases.

Standing on the last row of the bleachers around the field, Kaito drummed his fingers on the rails and hid a frown behind his Poker Face. Sports were all well and good, but he'd really only come to see Shinichi. He had also been promised a tour of Teitan High! And they were supposed to get dinner at that café with the heavenly chocolate cake after that (well, Shinichi didn't know about that part yet, but he was fairly sure the detective wouldn't object). But, for all that to happen, Shinichi had to actually show up.

"Hey!" someone exclaimed from right by Kaito's right shoulder. If he hadn't been the highly trained actor that he was, the magician might have jumped. Instead he glanced around to find the man he recognized as Shinichi's coach scowling fiercely at him.

"Yes?" he asked, slightly confused by the scowl. He was accustomed to being scowled at, but usually only after he'd pulled a trick or maybe said something entertaining. But he hadn't done anything or even talked to anyone yet since arriving on the Teitan campus.

"Why haven't you changed into your uniform yet?" the coach boomed, grabbing Kaito by the back of his collar and proceeding to drag him towards the locker rooms without a moment of hesitation. "The game starts in two minutes!"

"I think you're making a mistake," Kaito tried to tell the man (who, he thought, must have mistaken him for Shinichi) but his friendly piece of information fell on deaf ears. In moments he had been pushed into the locker room and ordered to get ready and be out on the field or else.

"Did you forget your uniform?" one of Shinichi's teammates asked, obviously noting his lack of a bag (if not much else. Apparently the shortness of time, or maybe pre-game jitters, was giving the whole team tunnel vision). Without waiting for an answer he pushed the magician towards an unmarked door and instructed him to, again, hurry up. Apparently there were spare uniforms of all sizes in the equipment room just in case students forgot their own. Well, that was convenient.

Rather bemused, Kaito changed into a spare team uniform. After all, Shinichi wasn't around. He had to entertain himself somehow.

He made it outside just barely in time and joined the team where they were gathered around their coach. The same boy who'd pointed him to the spare uniforms glanced at him then blinked.

"Did you get taller?"

"And what did you do to your hair?" one of the other players added, staring at Kaito's flyaway mop of dark brown locks.

Obviously the haze of urgency had thinned enough for them to realize that this wasn't exactly the Shinichi they remembered. He offered them a sheepish smile and pitched his voice to mimic Shinichi's.

"Bad hair day."

"All of you listen up!" the coach barked, drawing everyone's attention back to him. "We want to start the season strong so we're going to win today, you got that? Now I want you all to remember, we—"

"Wait!" a familiar voice called out and everyone in the team turned as one to stare in shock as Shinichi came running across the field to them. He doubled over panting when he reached them. "Sorry I'm late."

His declaration was met by stunned silence.

Confused, he straightened up and looked around. Then his eyes landed on Kaito who was grinning at him—wearing a Teitan soccer uniform.

"Kaito!" he groaned, slapping a hand to his forehead in exasperated understanding. "What are you doing?"

"I just thought I'd fill in for you until you got back," the magician replied, unrepentant as always. "Your coach asked me to. Isn't that right, Coach?"

The man in question only gaped, looking from Kaito to Shinichi and back again. "You—you—I thought—"

"I didn't know you had a brother," one of Shinichi's teammates remarked, turning to Shinichi who gave him a look that suggested he thought the boy had lost his mind.

"He is not my brother!"

. . . . . . . . .

…"I thought the poor man would have a heart attack," Yuusaku recalled.

"Right, so you took pictures," Shinichi said dryly. "How very concerned of you."

"I had my phone in my other hand," the man replied, undaunted.

"I'm going to make some coffee," Shinichi declared, handing the album back to Kaito and standing up. He had the feeling he'd be needing the coffee. "Does anyone else want anything?"

TBC

A.N: So yeah, the next one will be on Kaito's debut ^^. And I'm still trying to get Shalyr to write more. Anyhow, see ya.