Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Kaito/Shinichi (General series)
Prompt: #33—too much
Word Count: 741 words (including omake)
Author's Notes: I do not own Detective Conan. It all belongs to Gosho Aoyama. I simply borrow the characters, tie them up, and dance them around like life-sized puppets. I do wish they’d stop complaining.
Summary: Kaitou Kid has a very special present for Shinichi. Kaito/Shinichi
Kaitou Kid heists were never boring. Granted, some tended to burn themselves into the brain a bit more permanently than others for various reasons (Nakamori-keibu still twitched violently at any mention of the word ‘toothpaste’), but they were all highly eventful.
Tonight’s was no exception. Kid had already secured the diamond that was his announced target for the evening, and now was engaging in his favored secondary activity of taunting the police. Below, the Taskforce was trying to reorder themselves after discovering exactly what kind of trick Kid could pull with shaving cream, popsicle sticks, and a very, very large toilet plunger.
…no, the Taskforce didn’t get it either. And they were there when it happened.
The only ones who had managed to escape the white frothy deluge were a few officers, Nakamori-keibu, and Kudo Shinichi, who happened to be on the scene for this particular heist.
Meanwhile, Kaitou Kid had vaulted himself onto a retaining wall, perhaps ten meters tall; from there, he waved to his ever-present, ever-adoring audience. “And now, a present for a member of my most loyal, most captive audience!” the thief cheered, and the crowd of fans went ballistic. The assembled police and detectives went slightly less ballistic, especially considering that they were fairly certain they were the ones he was talking about, and began hollering orders to each other.
Then, sure enough, there was an enormous puff of smoke right in the middle of the law enforcement ranks.
For a long moment everyone coughed and fanned, trying to usher the smoke away. And slowly, it dissipated, allowing them to see that Kaitou Kid had, in fact, bestowed a gift upon one of their own. In fact, he had poofed it right onto the recipient.
Kudo Shinichi had appeared at the heist wearing a blue suit and white button-up shirt. He was now wearing jeans and a bright pink T-shirt. A VERY bright pink T-shirt. It almost seemed to glow of its own volition amidst the police spotlights. On that T-shirt were emblazoned the words PROPERTY OF KAITOU KID in letters large enough to be read at one hundred meters.
Needless to say, the Detective of the East did NOT look amused.
Cackling, Kaitou Kid bowed…and vanished in another poof of smoke, taking the enormous diamond with him. He left behind a horde of screaming fans, a legion of frantic police officers, and a very, VERY annoyed detective…
“Welcome home!” Kaito called cheerily as Shinichi trudged inside. The magician was stretched out on the couch with a book in his hands; he didn’t look away from it at the sound of the door opening and closing, or as Shinichi leaned over the back of the furniture.
At the sound of his own name, he finally turned his gaze from the book…and chuckled. “Nice shirt.”
“Don’t you think you might have gone a little overboard with this one?” Shinichi asked dryly.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Kaito said smoothly, sitting up. “Besides, I rather take offense. Kaitou Kid putting the moves on my boyfriend, trying to claim what’s mine…how dare he!”
“I can’t believe you—wait. Boyfriend?” Shinichi raised an eyebrow.
“I thought we were roommates.”
“Roommates who make out.”
“…don’t I get a say in this?”
“Nope!” Kaito was beaming.
“…I’m going to take a shower, and then I’m going to bed. And no,” Shinichi saw Kaito open his mouth, and cut him off before the question could even be asked, “you cannot join me for either. End of discussion.”
Shinichi ignored him and started across the room, already peeling off the garish pink T-shirt.
“Take it off!”
“Oh, shut up.”
PS. This was written for clover_magic, who is a person of awesome and win. She wanted Kaito/Shinichi, and so I hope I delivered well enough. I don’t write shounen ai very often, in case ya hadn’t noticed. Anyway, thanks for reading, all! Much love!
Still muttering about idiotic thieves, Shinichi wandered into his room. He tossed Kid’s gift off to the side as he entered; it landed in a crumpled heap, and he really didn’t care. Let it sit there forever for all he cared.
But he really felt his teeth start to grind when he looked down on his bed and found his blue suit and white shirt (the clothes he’d worn to the heist that night) folded neatly and sitting in a pile on top of the comforter.
It also didn’t help his mood that the target of that night’s heist was sitting on top of the shirt. It sparkled at him.
Shinichi stared at the jewel for a moment, then gave up and went to take a shower.