daughterofthesleuth:

moonlightmajutsushi:

Resting on top of the building that housed a detective and a half probably hadn’t been the smartest idea… But since when was he one to follow what others considered smart? The gem from that night’s heist was held loosely between his fingers, half resting in his lap, already examined under the moon and without a red glow. And as he stirred when she came up, the fingers clenched around the morganite slightly.

“…Th’nk s’meone ‘lse nee’s y’ m’re th’n I d’, hous’ki-s’n…”

Ran approached the slumbering thief slowly, careful steps so as not to wake him. However, as she got closer, she saw him stir a bit and she gasped, holding in her breath and edging ever closer like a stealthy ninja. She didn’t want to wake him too much, although every fiber of her being told her to go and call the police. He looked almost peaceful as though the stress of the day had worn him out. 

Her eyes fell upon the jewel he’d clasped in his hand and she froze once more as she heard him speak. His words were jumbled, wrought with sleep and confusion. At least, she thought so. She wasn’t sure if he was speaking to her or the gem he held. Should she chance it? Another step forward, so close now. Ever so gently she reached out, her fingers grasping for the white top hat he wore upon his head. “Just who are you?” She whispered and hoped he wouldn’t awaken. 

Her approach was only met with silence, Kid having settled again with his fingers loosening on the night’s prize once more. No, not until she took hold of his hat did anything register. The feeling of movement on his head helped draw him up from his dozing, not to wake him entirely, but enough that a small sound left him as his eyes just barely blinked open, unfocused and still hazy with sleep.

He normally headed for home after heists, when they ran this late, but that he’d come here instead meant carrying his tiredness with him. A rest really had been all he had in mind, waiting for the others inside to fall asleep, but it had dragged him down instead, and the silent response from the other didn’t trigger any defensive alarms.

i would hurt you or use you. | you unsettle me. | i dislike you or you annoy me. | i would like to get to know you better. | i pity you. | you confuse me. | i feel indifferent towards you. | i would be friends with you. | i would fight by your side. | i would hug you or hold your hand. | i would kiss you. | i would sleep with you. | i would lie for you. | i would protect you. | i would fall in love with you. | i would kill for you | i respect you. | you are my family. | i don’t know you.

daughterofthesleuth:

“I promise I’ll be gentle.” He didn’t outright refuse her, so she ran her fingers through it a bit. “See?” She giggled.

“It’s not so much how you’re doing so much as why… Most people don’t just suddenly come up and do this.”

Not that it felt bad or anything. The magician’s just curious and questioning.

daughterofthesleuth:

daughterofthesleuth-archive-dea:

Send me ‡ for my character’s reaction to yours climbing into bed with mine.

The sudden depression of the bed became apparent and Ran’s eyes opened. She expected to find Conan’s small frame beside her. It was an understatement to say she was surprised when she turned from her current position and her eyes fell upon Kaitou. Scrambling to sit up, she pulled the covers to her. Honestly, he was lucky to have not landed on his backside due to her foot meeting with his face. Not just yet. Surprise and semi-consciousness still held her locked somewhere between waking and sure that she was dreaming.

She wasn’t about to ask how he got in. The Kid worked in mysterious ways. But still, as to the why, she had to know.

“W-what are you doing here?" 

She looked from the watch to his face and back to the watch, blinking back more of her sleep and sitting up in the bed to gain a better hold on her consciousness. She was convinced she had been dreaming up until the point he offered her the watch. “Conan-kun’s watch?” She wondered  just when he’d gotten his hands on it as Conan was pretty protective of it, but didn’t really want to ask.

“Oh, well thank you, Kaitou Kid.” She reached out to take it from him, hoping not to drop the piece of jewelry. not believing that she was actually there thanking the thief. “I’ll make sure he gets it.” The entire event seemed almost surreal, the moonlight streaming in the window and Kid sitting on her bed. She didn’t oppose the intrusion but was not too keen on it either. Pulling the sheets up a bit, she nodded. “I take it you’ll be going now?” It was more of a statement than a question. 

“Of course, ojou-san. I’ve done what I came to do, thank you.”

Kid moved off of the bed. He could only push his luck so far, and really, visiting Mouri-chan’s room in the middle of the night might already have been stretching it. She didn’t seem to mind the visit as much as he could have feared, but still better to leave as soon as possible. The thief swiftly hopped up onto the window ledge, pausing before heading off to look up, then looked back at the other.

“Ah… If you could not mention that I was the one who had it, as well? I apologise for asking these favours, but I’m not sure he’d be happy knowing something of his was in the hands of a thief.” And didn’t want to risk even more possible trouble at the next heist because of anything.