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Sunny Dates and Starry Heists

Summary:

Immediate sequel to Moonlight Drive.

Their secrets are out: Shinichi knows who Kaito Kid is and Kaito knows that Conan and Shinichi are one in the same.

Will this knowledge affect their decision to get together?

Not at all, because there’s other drama that gets in the way.

(In other words, Shinichi and Kaito have 99 problems in their lives but their relationship ain’t one of them. Most of the time.)

Notes:

Author's Note: Spoilers for Moonlight Drive.

Okay, so if you’ve read the first part, Moonlight Drive, then you know that Shinichi and Kaito have confessed. But like the last chapter of Moonlight Drive, Conan and Kaito will have their romance WHILE Shinichi is still Conan (and of course by now, Kaito knows that Conan is not actually a kid, but Shinichi who is the same age as him). I'm going to keep to that same level of intimacy/affection/romance as the last chapter, but more of it in this story, so proceed only if you are okay with that dynamic.

This fic is just a few things to end the last fic.

Chapter 1: What Comes After

Summary:

After the confession, where Kid runs away.

Notes:

Word Count: ~2.6k

Chapter Text

Conan (no Shinichi, no, wait, he’s still Conan) runs a hand through Kaito’s hair. His hair is soft, so soft it almost pulls his gaze away from Kaito’s face. However, like a lodestone, Kaito's eyes draw him in. Nothing can deter him, not the wind nor the cold, and he continues to drink in the sight of the man in front of him. 

He’s met the phantom thief many times now over the years, matched wits and traded words, but never has he gotten a clear view at the man’s face. Now it was revealed to him. He took in everything, from the color of his eyes, the curve of his smile, the bags under their eyes, to the laugh lines that were starting to develop. Maybe it was because he’s a detective but each little detail feels special and important in his eyes. (Or maybe it’s because he’s in love.) 

SLAM

They jump and Conan whips his head around to see Jodie-sensei in the doorway of the roof. 

Right. Currently they’re running an operation to capture the Crows. 

He hasn’t forgotten, but he did concentrate on the more important matter at hand. 

The FBI agent stalks toward them, and Conan thinks about pulling away, until she says: “Do you need medical attention?” 

However, Jodie-sensei isn’t looking at him, but at-

“Not at all,” Kaito- no- Kaito Kid says to her. 

He’s already got his monocle and hat in place. More than that he has his mask in place. He’s no longer just Kaito. The phantom thief smoothly gets to his feet, casually brushing himself off. There is no sign of weakness that he showed once before. 

Jodie-sensei looks at the thief curiously before looking back at Conan. Her expression is puzzled. “Is he one of yours?” She asks. 

Conan nods, before adding, “He’s a freelancer.” 

Kaito scoffs softly, but doesn’t disagree. 

Jodie-sensei rolls her eyes. “Okay, Cool Kid-“ 

Conan hears Kid softly repeat the nickname. Ugh, he’s going to be hearing that one more often. 

“-How about we wrap everything up with the officers and make sure everyone’s behind bars?” 

Conan nods. The most important thing is identifying the men they captured and seeing if they would spill more information. 

Kaito Kid clears his throat. Both Conan and Jodie-sensei look at him. 

Kid gives them a tip of his hat. “My apologies, but I may have to ruin your plans. I still have a heist to attend to.”

Internally, Conan balks. The man is still injured, had been laying in his arms only moments ago. And he wanted to continue with the heist?!

Jodie-sensei has no qualms about voicing her concerns, “No. You shouldn’t take the risk, not when there are still Crows-“ there’s a glint in Kaito’s eyes at the name, “-around and the Japanese police officers are ignorant to what’s going on.” 

“But that’s exactly why I need to continue the heist. This isn’t all of the Crows, correct? You’re still capturing more? Then all the better that there’s bait to lure them out,” Kid says. Although his smile is pleasant and his expression mostly neutral, his eyes are hard and dark behind his monocle. Conan knows he won’t budge. 

Jodie-sensei seems to recognize the look. “Fine,” she concedes. “Tonight you’ll continue your freelance work. Afterwards, we’ll see about outfitting you with communication,” at this she glances at Conan. 

Conan nods. It’s not surprising that it’s his job to bring Kid into the operation. 

“Hop to it, Kid Killer,” she says, almost teasingly. Then she gives him a wink before leaving the two alone. 

Ugh. Another nickname. Cool Kid is bad enough. He doesn’t know how he feels about Kid Killer making the rounds with the agents. (Although both nicknames are better than the occasional whisper of ‘Silver Bullet’ he’s been overhearing.)

He turns to Kid. The man looks picturesque, as always, all white against the dark sky. He’s completely still, holding the same pose as the one he held for the agent, and his cape billows behind him, drawing the eye. 

Normally, Conan would think that the man was doing it to be dramatic, but judging by his posture, maybe the man is stiff, still affected by his prior injuries. 

Shinichi wants to tell the man to stand down, to stop, and get some rest. There’s no need to put himself in anymore danger. There’s no need to keep the fake smile in place in front of him. 

What Conan says actually says is, “So? Do you need a head start?” 

Kid smirks. “My, how kind of you, meitantei. But no, I have no need of a handicap tonight. Don’t worry your pretty little head.” 

Pretty?

Shinichi swallows. 

He’s been called meitantei or tantei-kun by Kid enough times that the nickname isn’t strange to him anymore. But ‘pretty’, that’s new. Cute, now he’s used to being cute. But pretty is meant for Shinichi, not Conan. 

Kid seems to recognize his mistake because he looks away a moment after the words leave his lips. “I’ll get going,” he all but mumbles. 

“Yeah,” Conan says, turning away. 

They share a look before they separate. Then Kid jumps off the roof and Conan shuts the door. 

Conan quickly makes his way back to the other building. He has to pick up his glasses, has to update the agents, and he has to school his face into something less Shinichi and something more Conan. The glasses help and he adjusts them every so often to remind himself of who he is right now. He’s Conan, the Kid Killer. He’s still in grade school, he’s too short, and he’s Kid’s kid rival. 

At the very least, he has to stop blushing. 

——-

Kaito Kid goes through the motions of the heist. He’s lucky he’s as skilled as he is, because nobody else would be able to do what he is doing now; running a heist injured and off-kilter. He manages to do a few magic tricks, his tried and true ones, just fancy enough to delight his audience. 

He’s slower and not as sharp (the night’s activities are catching up to him), but the audience doesn’t notice. But the Kid Task Squad is slower than normal, more hesitant, and they number less than usual. They’re thrown by the recent events and it shows. 

(Kaito is careful to note that Saguru is not among the officer, lucky for him. If he had been here, then not even Kaito Kid’s luck would have been enough to pull off such a performance. He wonders if Saguru is dealing with the men in black, the Crows.)

Nakamori-keibu is among his chasers tonight, leading credence to the fact that nothing is amiss. However, even Nakamori-keibu is affected by the night’s strange events. He’s clumsy today and off his game, perhaps even more so than the other officers. Kaito wonders what the agents must have told the officers. 

Their hesitation and split second indecision, while not noticeable to the unprofessional eye, gives him the edge he needs. The audience ooo’s and ahh’s at his magic like usual, helping his performance. 

During the heist, he keeps an eye on Shi- Conan. The detective is doing a good job as the Kid Killer (and his ally). He’s just helpful enough that the officers listening to his directions can follow Kid, but not so helpful as to reveal Kaito Kid’s final trick. (Surely, Shi- Conan has it already figured out.)

The detective’s gaze is sharp and heavy. The hairs on his neck stand on end, his heart beats faster, and Kid knows if he turns to look, then those intense eyes will be staring straight at him. 

Even though the body is Conan, knowing that it’s Shinichi- 

There’s a different air to the heist tonight. 

Eventually, he closes the act and steals the jewel. Kid slips away from the crowd and the officers, taking his exit route out. But when he reaches the rooftop, he finds Conan waiting for him. Kaito isn’t surprised by the turn of events. 

Conan holds his hand out.  

Kaito’s lips curl up into a smile. He makes the jewel disappear. “Ah, ah, ah. You don’t think I’m going to make things easy for you, do you?” 

“Oh, so you want to do things the hard way?” The detective shoots back, his shoes suddenly sparking. 

Kaito smirks, he’s not going to do it…

Conan smirks too and moves his hand to his belt. 

Probably not- okay, so maybe he would shoot him. 

Kaito doesn’t allow his poker face to drop, but he’s a bit uneasy. They’re- not dating, not precisely, but they’re together- well not together together, but they’re definitely more than detective and thief, right? Shinichi wouldn’t use those shoes and a soccer ball on him, especially now that he knows that Kaito’s heists are more than about stealing gems. Right?

But… this isn’t Shinichi, it’s Conan. And he’s not Kaito right now, he’s Kaito Kid. 

Suddenly, what they are is a lot more complicated than he thought. 

“Mah, tantei-kun,” Kid says, falling into old patterns. “You’re so quick to become hostile. Why-“ 

There’s shouting and the sound of footsteps approaching them. He’s out of time. The split second that Conan takes his eyes away is when Kid dashes forward. He checks the jewel- not Pandora, then he brushes past the tantei-kun, slipping the jewel into his pocket. Then he’s opening his glider and flying away in an instant. 

He makes a clean get-away. There are no snipers, nor obstructions in the air. The Kid Task Force is yelling at him and he can hear their voices getting further away. He should fly away before they decide to do something stupid, like start chasing him in their cars. (Would they? Now that they know he’s not what he seems?) 

But Kaito can’t help himself; after catching Snake, rounding up the Crows, finding out about Shinichi’s feelings, he can’t just leave without- he turns his glider around to make another pass of the building. The Kid Task Force looks at him in outrage (although many expressions are still confused). And Conan- 

Conan is holding up the jewel to moonlight, a pose he knows too well, although he has never seen it from an outsider’s perspective. The jewel is bright in Conan’s hand and draws Kaito’s eyes in. Even so, Kaito only has eyes for Conan. 

Conan’s gaze is steady and even from this distance, Kaito can tell the detective has a smile on his lips. 

Kaito gets the message. 

He can see right through me. 

Kaito turns the glider around and flies away. 

He’s overwhelmed- the sight of Conan in the pose and that smile- it’s too much for him right now. 

-----

Maybe the shoes were too much? 

Conan watches Kid fly away into the distance. Only when he’s too far away to see does he put his arm down. 

He had been trying to keep things normal between them, which meant looking like he was attempting to capture Kid in front of the police officers. However, Kid had been off his game tonight (not that Conan could blame him) and he had helped run interference. However, maybe he should have acted a little differently on the rooftop. They had been alone, he could have used the chance to talk instead of their usual banter…

Clearly, the other man wanted to talk to him too based on that fly by. Kaito Kid would never risk that normally. 

But Kaito would risk that for him. 

Now they’re separated and Conan didn’t get the chance to talk to him or the chance to exchange contact information. 

He knows they’re something , but it would have been nice to talk things out. 

“Oh, Kid Killer! You got the jewel!” 

Conan jumps as one of the officers addresses him. He quickly schools his expression into something a little more childish. “I think Kid slipped it into my pocket,” he says, adding in a note of frustration. He tries to be like he normally is, glad to get the jewel back, but frustrated at losing the thief. (Although his and Kid’s relationship had moved past that long ago.) 

The officer takes the proffered jewel, then turns to Nakamori-keibu. He gives the man a salute, “Keibu!” 

Nakamori-keibu rips his eyes away from the skyline. His expression is- weighty. The man had definitely been distracted and confused this night. The inspector wipes away his heavy expression and falls into his usual role. 

“Good job,” the inspector says, giving the man a salute back. He also gives Conan a nod and ruffles his hair. 

Then he starts giving his usual rousing speech about how they would catch Kid next time, but they did a good job keeping the jewel. Like usual, the officers cheer, although some still are confused. However, afterwards they resume their usual clean-up. Conan goes downstairs with them and some of the officers offer to get a warm drink for him (really they were such softies, no wonder they had never caught Kid who could be downright ruthless), but he politely refuses their offers tonight. He’s got some things to think about tonight. 

“I’ll make sure to buy him something,” a familiar voice says behind him. 

Uh oh. 

“Saguru-niichan, I mean, Saguru-keiji...” Conan says, turning to face the young man. 

Hakuba is smiling but his eyes are cold. He also looks ruffled and Conan can spot rope fibers on his jacket. He must have been helping with the traps, and dealing with the FBI and the secret police. To Conan’s knowledge, the detective hadn’t played a large role in the raid, so he wouldn’t have known about Conan’s involvement, but now...

“Ohh, that sounds good. Hakuba-kun, treat Conan-kun to something good today. He got the jewel from Kid!” One of the officers says. 

Damn it. And here he was thinking there might be a responsible adult who would say it’s too late for him to stay out. 

“Is that so,” Hakuba says, mildly. “I’m sure we can find a place that’s still open.”

The officers wave goodbye, satisfied. Conan takes on a bashful grin, “Ah ha ha… Ran-neechan is waiting for me, so I don’t think-“ 

“Ran-san isn’t here,” Hakuba says firmly, his eyes glittering with interest. “Neither is Mori-san, Suzuki-san, Hattori-kun, Sera-san, the Detective Boys, Agasa-hakase, well, everyone who would normally accompany you to a heist isn’t here. But you know who is here? The Japanese Secret Police and the FBI. Hm? Do you know anything about that?” 

Hakuba advances and Conan wonders if he can run. He’s not quite ready to talk to Hakuba yet. While the man is trustworthy, he’s also a detective, and would ask about everything

“Oi, Cool Kid!” 

The both of them look to see Jodie-sensei approaching them. Oh perfect. 

“Jodie-sensei,” Conan says with a smile. 

“Where have you been? We’ve been looking for you to go over the case files. And Sh-“ 

“AH!” 

“-is looking for you,” she finishes giving him a look. She glances at Hakuba then back at him, and gives him a pointed look. 

“Then I better go find him,” Conan pipes up. 

“Conan-kun-!”

Conan does not look back as he dashes away, leaving Hakuba with Jodie-sensei. He’ll pay for it later, but he really doesn’t want to be trapped with Hakuba. He’ll have to be careful in the following days in case Hakuba decides to confront him. He knows from experience the man is persistent. 

Okiya-san is waiting for him and Conan gratefully dashes into the car. He only sighs in relief when they pull away.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Conan says. 

Okiya-san is doing his calm half-smile. “I wasn’t going to say anything.”

Conan sits back in the car, thinking that’s the end of it. 

“...But this feels awfully familiar.” 

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Conan snaps. 

The other man chuckles and Conan deliberately ignores him. They stay like that the whole car ride back