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The small detective had tried to find ways to contact the thief. Although he knows that when he asks him how to confess something, he’d end up confessing that Kudou Shinichi was Edogawa Conan. Well, he did promise Haibara that he’ll tell the magician everything since he well- helped him. The thing is…

How am I supposed to contact him?

“Haibara probably knows!”

He slammed the door open to her lab, causing the scientist to jump in horror and dropped her notebooks. She bent her body down to retrieve them from the floor. “What the actual- Kudou-kun!? What are you doing!? Are you crazy? Or are you too hyped up to get your body back?” Conan frowned at Ai’s answer.

The detective walked towards her, hands in his pockets. “No. You remember the promise?”

“Yes. And you’ll have to do it. Now what’s the point of kicking my door open?” Ai placed her notes down, seeming to notice something.

“If you want me to do it, at least give me something to reach out to him.” The scientists sighed as she tapped on her ears. “What do you mean? Answer me!” She ignored him and continued doing her action. Conan’s eyes widened once he realised something. “So that’s what you meant! Though, I don’t know if he still uses it.”

“You have to count yourself on hope.”

Later on, they were both sitting on the rooftop. Magician and detective. Kid giggled beside him. “So you really believed in hope.”

The small detective’s eyebrows furrowed, mouth murmuring something that the thief couldn’t hear. “I had to try. Anyways I just want to ask you something. It’s very important.”

How important could it be if Conan wanted to ask him? “Right, go on. Be quick because I have business to do.” Those flowers are scratching his throat a little. He only has little time left before they rush out.

“How do you tell somebody a secret that you’ve held for long without making them feel disgusted by you?”

Kid froze in place, it’s the type of situation that he’s currently in. He’s in love with the small detective but can’t and is not able to say it out loud. The magician does not want to become a paedophile. “Honestly, I know what you mean.” His voice lowered, the confidence all gone.

“Of course you do. I bet you’ve been in this type of problem for many times and I want to know how to resolve this because I myself have gotten into one.” Conan took out his phone and looked at something through it.

Kid smiled fondly before responding. “I’m also in one and I bet I couldn’t even know how to say it.” The thief paused, his smile now broken. “I’m afraid that they’ll never forgive me or think that I’m not taking things seriously.” And that ‘they’ might be you was left unspoken.

“Couldn’t blame you, could I?” The detective chuckled. Sometimes Kid wonders, what does Conan feel about him?

“Though, I did it many times. Just blurt out the truth and they’ll decide if they should forgive you or not. It can be simple at first but the more truths that come to light, the more catastrophe it can be.” The thief sighed in disappointment.

“True. I’m a little curious how you avoid troubles like that.” Conan looked at him, hands in his pocket. It took a while because the thief kept staring at him with shocked looks in his eyes.

“I… uhm…” Kid stammered, not responding. His right hand is constantly scratching the back of his head. “Sorry, I can’t tell you. It’s practically illegal to tell you. Well- Only illegal to me.” The magician admitted.

“Illegal!?”

“Technically so-”

Conan looked surprised, azure eyes widened. “What the hell did you do?”

“Now you sound like my friend. Detectives. Same same. So annoying.” Kid murmured. Though, the small detective was sure that he wasn’t supposed to hear it.

“Okay.” There was a pause between them. Conan looked down at his shoes, thinking for a moment which got the thief curious about what the detective was trying to solve. “Wait. You said you have another detective as a friend?”

“Obviously!”

“Do they know that you’re Kid?”

“No.” Kid said immediately. Crossing his arms, he let out a small laughter. Conan frowned at this action of his. “Why don’t you-” The thief stopped to cough into his elbow. “Try to figure things out on your own. You’re a detective after all.”

“You don’t seem okay. Do you have the flu?” God dang it, that caring tone. Kid thought, how thoughtful of his detective! Still, he can’t really admit about his disease.

“I don’t. It’s getting pretty late, isn’t it?” He managed to say, gazing up at the stars above them. “I should get going. If you need anything, ask ojou-chan for my contact information.” The magician winked at Conan before pulling down his top hat and fled.

“Stupid thief. I know what you’re hiding.”

A while later, Kaito stepped into his house, his legs trembling as soon as he got inside. He flopped down the bed right away since he’s very weak right now. It means that he really can’t proceed any longer. It’s too tiring.

“When will this end?” The magician mumbled to himself. Although he doesn’t know when or specifically, how?

He can’t stop thinking about the fact that he’s about to die soon. Especially when it’s because of flowers and unrequited love. He sighed because of how filthy he felt. Just sitting there. Why can’t he just confess? It wouldn’t hurt right?

No, he doesn’t want to end this small detective and thief relationship. It’s too risky.

“Ugh! It’s so unfair!” Kaito turned over so that his face was now hiding in the pillow and coughed a few times. The magician sat up to see a pile of Anemones. Dang it.

Anemone- Forsaken, sickness, anticipation, undying love, eternal peace

His tears overflowed. They can’t sit there any longer in the corner of his eyes. It hurts, it hurts so bad. “Am I a weakling now?” He murmured. Though the weight on his shoulders had yet to leave him alone.

Suddenly, his phone vibrated. Kaito glanced at the screen as he held it up. It was a text from an unknown number. Well, it wouldn’t be so ‘unknown’ anymore when he finished reading the message.

I need to tell you something really important. Meet me at the Beika park at 9PM. If you can’t get there in time be sure to tell me. I hope you aren’t busy. Haibara told me that you are usually free at this time. Please, be there.

What is this? Demanding him to meet up? His Tantei-kun really needs to learn that people tend to go to sleep at 9PM. But wait… important? How important can it be, then? He wrote a short reply to the sender.

Okay then. If it’s very important then I’ll listen.

Kaito turned off his phone and left it on the bedside, plugging the charger into it. His eyes started to close on their own. The magician’s head was spinning dazely as he fell asleep, drifting into his dreams.

The next day was even worse, Kaito himself doesn't know how long he can last. When he woke up, flower petals were everywhere on his bed. His throat got scratched and it hurted like hell. The thief had to stay in the bathroom for hours just to make sure it was fine and that he could walk without his mind spinning around again.

As promised, he showed up at the Beika park. Though Kaito’s pretty sure that he’d have to use some other way to get home instead of the train. He sat at a nearby bench waiting for Conan to show up. Yet, he saw nobody. His throat ached again. No, I have to hold it in. The magician thought to himself.

Only temporarily until he saw a silhouette walking in the distance.

It’s too tall to be the person he’s looking for. But it approached him, slowly. That person stood right in front of where he sat. The closer that person got, the better he could see their face. It was Kudou Shinichi what the fu—

“Hey, you actually came.” The detective spoke. He sighed when he saw that Kaito was definitely not listening properly over the shock. “I knew you’d be confused but just- follow me. I'll tell you afterwards.” Without hesitation, Kudou took his hand and led him somewhere.

They walked across the streets, small glints of light from the lampposts shining their way. Kaito took this chance to process his thoughts further. He coughed a few times on the way. Wait, what does Kudou Shinichi have to do with Edogawa Conan?

They stopped right at a nearby seashore, how long has the magician been spacing out? Until then, Kudou spoke up once again. “This might sound crazy but, please listen.” The detective placed his hands on Kaito’s shoulder. “Edogawa Conan is-” he paused, breath hitching. “-Is me. It sounds unbelievable doesn't it?”

Kaito couldn’t believe it for real. He thought of something but accidentally said it out loud. “So it wasn’t illegal after all.” Finally, it wouldn’t be considered paedophile.

“What? Were you planning to do something illegal?”

“Look-” He coughed once, “It doesn’t matter to me. What matters is that-” I can’t take it anymore. His body trembled and fell to his knees. The detective caught him just in time before he fell face-down.

“Hey! Are you okay!?” Kudou tried shaking him so he could answer but his mouth was overflowing with flowers. To be specific, it was Arbutus. They were pouring out and he couldn't stop it. There’s not much he can do. There’s nothing he can do-

“I like you.” He manages to say, his eyes blinky slowly before shutting. It went dark and all he could hear was Kudou’s babbling. It felt weird.

Kudou knew what those flowers meant.

Arbutus- You are the only one I love.

Kaito tried to sit up once he woke up at some random bed. It felt comfy enough for him to lower his guard down. Just then, the door creaked open revealing the detective. He crept up beside the bed and sat down on a chair.

Kaito knew he couldn’t avoid questions now.

“You have Hanahaki.” Kudou was looking down on the floor, avoiding his gaze. “What is this ‘I like you’ thing? Is it a joke or do you mean it?”

“I…” The magician hesitated. After a moment, he decided to blurt it out. What is the point in hiding it now? It’ll just make it worse after all. “It’s real. I was kind of worried since-” The cough interrupted him, “-you were just a kid. How am I supposed to do anything? It’ll turn me into a paedophile.”

“You’re right.”

“I know right?” The magician chuckled despite his throat hurting.

“I like you too.” Indigo eyes widened. Kudou likes- no, Conan likes him too?

“You’re joking-” But before he could protest anything else, their lips were sealed.

It was a sweet and chaste kiss. Though a little bitter, maybe it’s because Kudou likes drinking coffee? It makes the weight on his shoulders finally fading away. Kudou’s hands moved down to hold onto his waist. Kaito can’t help himself but bring his arms to circle the detective’s neck. They fit perfectly between each other.

It felt like they were underwater, both needed oxygen. But the kiss was too addicting and neither of them wanted to separate. They had to in the end. Kudou then nipped at his bottom lip, Kaito seemed to understand what the other wanted and granted the detective access. The tongue immediately invaded his mouth, mapping out every corner inside of it. The magician was a little embarrassed by a small sound he let out. It was too satisfying.

Kudou let himself examine the person before him. The magician was being soft and fragile. So… elegant. They soon separated. The magician’s pupils were blown wide, lips swollen and face flushed.

Just then did Kaito notice, he didn’t cough anymore. His throat didn’t hurt anymore. Tears overflowed as his breath evened. They weren’t sad tears, but tears of joy.

“You could’ve admitted it in the start. We could’ve sorted it out instead of letting you suffer like this.” Kudou said, his tone filled with guiltiness. Kaito just smiled as a response.

“Really? I didn’t want you to think I’m some disgusting creep.”

“You aren’t.” Kudou paused, face started to redden. “Though I can’t say I didn’t feel the same beforehand.”

They both giggled. That’s how the two started their love life.

Sometimes, you have to be patient
And see, your payment is paid off.

~End.