Post by NewUserNamesAreHard on Mar 3, 2018 14:29:09 GMT
Title: Keeping Score
Summary: Shinichi hadn’t known they’d been keeping score. But now that he did…
Words Count: 549
A/N: Um...
Kaito was bored. And that wasn’t all that unusual. What was unusual, was that Kaito was bored at a Kaitou KID heist. And that was all the fault of one Kudo Shinichi, whom had apparently decided not to show up. Which was totally uncalled for. Kaito had only pointed out the obvious at the last heist.
“What took you so long, Meitantei?” Kaito questioned as Shinichi threw open the rooftop doors.
The detective smirked in return. “Just making sure no one else catches up before I put you in cuffs.”
Like anyone else could keep up with Kaito. Shinichi was special like that, but it was true he’d been further behind than usual. “I’m starting to think you aren’t as good as the rumors say.”
The usual smug comeback wasn’t what followed. Instead a look of betrayal slid across Shinichi’s face before it vanished behind the confident mask the detective always seemed to wear. “Care to repeat that? I think I misheard you.”
“Nope.” Kaito drawled out. “Think about it Meitantei, how many times have we faced off after a heist?”
Shinichi paused for a moment, seeming to count off heists in his head. “This is our 16th encounter.”
“Right. I’ve won 15 of 15 times. And tonight isn’t going to end any differently.” And if that didn’t light a fire under Shinichi, nothing would.
As expected the detective’s eyes narrowed, his body language practically screaming that Kaito’s challenge had been accepted. “I wasn’t aware we were keeping score.”
Kaito’s grin stretched just a little bit wider. “Of course we are keeping score.”
Kaito had barely managed to dodge the soccer ball of death that Shinichi had launched right after that. And now the detective had officially missed his first heist in a year and a half. His absence stung. It felt like losing a friend. And Kaito would know, he’d given up more than his fair share of them to keep KID’s secrets safe.
“KID?” Nakamori-keibu questioned through his gag. Kaito had tied him and the rest of the Kaitou KID task force up with scarves when they’d arrived on the rooftop nearly 45 minutes ago.
“He’s really not coming, is he?” Kaito muttered more to himself than anyone else.
Nakamori-keibu exchanged confused looks with a few of his subordinates. “Who?”
Kaito just sighed. He’d only meant to rile Shinichi up a little bit, encourage the detective to try a little harder. But it was already 2 hours after heist time and there really wasn’t much of a point in continuing to stick around. Kaito flashed a KID grin at the taskforce and dropped a smoke bomb. Then he made his way home, sans the usual post-heist adrenaline rush.
“What took you so long, KID?”
Kaito nearly jumped out of his skin, his heart threatening to burst in his chest as he turned on the light in his room. Shinichi was sprawled across the bed, his hair slightly mussed and a smirk on his lips.
“I’m starting to think you aren’t as good as the rumors say.” Shinichi said as he sat up, swinging his legs off the side of the bed.
This was it. Kaito was going to prison.
“16 to 1.”
Kaito blinked. “16 to 1?”
The confidence Shinichi wore this time wasn’t a mask. “I’ll even the score in 15 heists.”
Summary: Shinichi hadn’t known they’d been keeping score. But now that he did…
Words Count: 549
A/N: Um...
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Kaito was bored. And that wasn’t all that unusual. What was unusual, was that Kaito was bored at a Kaitou KID heist. And that was all the fault of one Kudo Shinichi, whom had apparently decided not to show up. Which was totally uncalled for. Kaito had only pointed out the obvious at the last heist.
“What took you so long, Meitantei?” Kaito questioned as Shinichi threw open the rooftop doors.
The detective smirked in return. “Just making sure no one else catches up before I put you in cuffs.”
Like anyone else could keep up with Kaito. Shinichi was special like that, but it was true he’d been further behind than usual. “I’m starting to think you aren’t as good as the rumors say.”
The usual smug comeback wasn’t what followed. Instead a look of betrayal slid across Shinichi’s face before it vanished behind the confident mask the detective always seemed to wear. “Care to repeat that? I think I misheard you.”
“Nope.” Kaito drawled out. “Think about it Meitantei, how many times have we faced off after a heist?”
Shinichi paused for a moment, seeming to count off heists in his head. “This is our 16th encounter.”
“Right. I’ve won 15 of 15 times. And tonight isn’t going to end any differently.” And if that didn’t light a fire under Shinichi, nothing would.
As expected the detective’s eyes narrowed, his body language practically screaming that Kaito’s challenge had been accepted. “I wasn’t aware we were keeping score.”
Kaito’s grin stretched just a little bit wider. “Of course we are keeping score.”
Kaito had barely managed to dodge the soccer ball of death that Shinichi had launched right after that. And now the detective had officially missed his first heist in a year and a half. His absence stung. It felt like losing a friend. And Kaito would know, he’d given up more than his fair share of them to keep KID’s secrets safe.
“KID?” Nakamori-keibu questioned through his gag. Kaito had tied him and the rest of the Kaitou KID task force up with scarves when they’d arrived on the rooftop nearly 45 minutes ago.
“He’s really not coming, is he?” Kaito muttered more to himself than anyone else.
Nakamori-keibu exchanged confused looks with a few of his subordinates. “Who?”
Kaito just sighed. He’d only meant to rile Shinichi up a little bit, encourage the detective to try a little harder. But it was already 2 hours after heist time and there really wasn’t much of a point in continuing to stick around. Kaito flashed a KID grin at the taskforce and dropped a smoke bomb. Then he made his way home, sans the usual post-heist adrenaline rush.
“What took you so long, KID?”
Kaito nearly jumped out of his skin, his heart threatening to burst in his chest as he turned on the light in his room. Shinichi was sprawled across the bed, his hair slightly mussed and a smirk on his lips.
“I’m starting to think you aren’t as good as the rumors say.” Shinichi said as he sat up, swinging his legs off the side of the bed.
This was it. Kaito was going to prison.
“16 to 1.”
Kaito blinked. “16 to 1?”
The confidence Shinichi wore this time wasn’t a mask. “I’ll even the score in 15 heists.”