“You’re crazy, you know that?” He had hoped that today would be a normal day. He had failed to stumble across any cases, though that didn’t seem to include nutcases.
Sighing and slipping his hands under his glasses, Conan rubbed roughly at his eyes. “There is no much thing as magic, or voodoo, or witches. Unless you’re trying to tell me that being shrunken down has made you think like a kid.”
“Oh yes, magic can’t exist, and yet you can casually talk about people being shrunk into kids to begin with… I don’t think many people would be picky about which stories they’d be calling crazy for either of them…”
The chibi thief paused for a moment, slight pout forming, but then he blinked and a knowing smile soon returned.
“…And even if I can’t completely prove it offhand, the police were around when I started bleeding from the head at random… and there were quite a few who saw a particular time ‘Kid’ flew away on a broomstick, including Hakuba. And before you say strings, it went outdoors to. Right across the sky. No helicopters around either.”
“Try me,” it wasn’t as if he could beat the whole ‘I was given a pill and forced to shrink’ thing. Oh, but he was wrong. There was an even worse answer than that, and one that took Conan completely by surprised. Twitching and clenching his fists, he felt his aggravation flare.
“Idiot, magic isn’t real!”
“You aren’t the one who’s been on the bad side of a witch using voodoo to give you internal bleeding and trapped you in a magic circle.”
Oh yes, just say that so casually, totally believable. Though to the magician’s credit, nothing in his tone is saying he was joking, and he seems to be completely serious about the absurd response.
The confetti went unnoticed because there was something very wrong with what Conan was seeing in front of him. Kaitou KID was not an actual child, yet there he was — almost the same height and sporting the same annoying attitude.
“No. . . Maybe,” he shook his head and scowled, “but why are you a kid?”
“I’ve always been a Kid, technically.” So much tease. “But an actual explanation would be… a little difficult to give…”
Kaito shrugged, looking off to the side a moment before a wide grin spread across his face.
“I’m a magician, so clearly it’s a work of magic~”
Conan only continued to give him a side-ways glance, the tip of his finger scratching at his cheek.
It was obvious that the kid knew him and was expecting to be recognized, but it took the pint-sized detective a moment to gather the clues given to him. Top hat, doves, looks like him. Hmm. . .
Wait. . .
“K—Kaitou KID————?!”
“Ding ding ding~ Let’s give the guy a round of applause~”
Kaito gave a few claps before spreading his hands and letting some confetti fly. Might not be able to carry quite as much like this, but at least he could still do basic tricks.
“Would you rather I’d worn the suit I got you to wear instead? Maybe that would have helped the meitantei figure it out sooner.”
The magician paused, blinking before sighing, then making a circle with his thumb and pointer finger to hold over his right eye.
“I’d pull out a hat and doves, but the top hat’s a bit big now, and the birds are still confused… and I’d been half thinking you might be able to catch on with the nickname, at least. And the fact that I look a bit like you. Jeeze, tantei-kun, I thought you had better intuition than that.”
He had agreed to it, but he had gone in thinking that he had heard enough riddles in his life to safely sale through the challenge. Sadly, he was wrong.
Feeling the thief approach, Conan attempted to back away as quickly as he could without falling flat on his behind. That grin — ugh, that grin. He wanted so badly to swipe it off his cocky face, but there was very little he could do when blanked with his stark- white cape.
“Oi!” Pushing up the brim and looking up, he was distracted by the rustling and sudden remove of the cape. There was no way he could have been wiggled into a matching suit of his own size in so little ————
———— time!
Choking and sputtering, the boy was horrified to find himself wearing the exact same costume — the tie, the shoes, the clean suit. Even the monocle sat neatly above his loathsome scowl. And as fitting and comfortable as it was, he was peeve to know that he thief had gotten him into it without so much as a complaint from him.
“Where the hell are my clothes?!”
“Don’t worry, your stuff’s safe~ You’ll get them back later.”
Don’t mind how gleeful he is right now, just hoping the other doesn’t focus too much on the shoe change. The watch doesn’t mess with the outfit, so tantei-kun had some protection, if he needed it, and he even left the voice changer in a pocket and the belt as it was, but no electric-powered soccer balls for an irritated chibi~
…Yeah, most of his amusement came from the other’s reaction, though. Very much worth the possible harm later to see this now~
“Hmm… it’s almost like looking in a younger, irritated mirror. You should smile, tantei-kun~ You’re already dressed up, so you may as well have fun with it. It’d help with the image better, too~”
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