On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love sent to me

Disclaimer: Works of Meitantei Conan and Magic Kaito belong to Gosho Aoyama-sensei. Lyrics were taken from the 1909 Austin version.

A/N: Final chapter [[clap clap cap]] and it's really really really sweet fluffy, almost toothache inducing.

A big THANK YOU to all you readers, followers, reviewers so far. Hope you've enjoyed 2016's Xmas special brought to you by yours truly. Try and leave a message (Perhaps a request? Perhaps a suggestion? Who knows, I might take up on it and do a holiday special again using the suggestion).

PS: Thanks to Shana-Fujioka for spotting the mistakes ^o^ /

12 Drummers Drumming

Shinichi's heart was thumping as he laid awake in a foreign bed with a warm body beside him. The curtains had been pulled shut earlier in the evening but even with the small slit between the fabric, Shinichi could clearly see it was not yet morning. However, the clock was too far away and his own mobile had been left by the study table at an unreachable distance so he had no way of telling the time. His mind struggles through the cloudiness as the tries to remember what happened.

He remembered eating with both his parents, Kaito, and his mother yesterday at the dining table, making pleasant conversation for the duration with ample teasing on both teens from all three adults. He remembered he had wanted to help make sure Kaito would be fine tonight as well (especially after what happened earlier in the day, Shinichi had not wanted to let Kaito go, not when the magician had been so afraid for him). He remembered his parents consenting to his actions and being handed a set of Kaito's pajamas for the evening to wear (even though the clothes he had been wearing up until that point were said magician's). He remembered sitting on the swivel chair, chatting away with the magician. But afterwards, he thinks he fell asleep slumped over onto the bed. It was probably some time after midnight when that had happened and the magician had been nodding off himself. He thinks he heard the magician coax him to the space next to him on the bed and Shinichi thinks he obediently climbed in, allowing the magician to pull the blanket over the both of them. Afterwards, he remembered being warm and comfortable. Then came a calming sense of darkness.

In Shinichi's opinion, it had been the most comforting sleep he had ever had. He had not been disturbed by strange dreams or visions of past cases, he was not plagued by nightmares or the sense of being hunted. He had, in essence, rested and relaxed, even more so than when he had been trying to be lose himself inside fictional stories. Shinichi could not help but allow his own face to relax from the small frown that had been forming during this deep search into his memories. He let himself move closer to the source of warmth, let his body turn and arms wrap around the body of heat. He knew who it was, what he was doing (he was cuddling and it was a somewhat disturbing thought that he actively seeked out the human touch when he had been avoiding it ever since the Conan incident) but it was the why that had him stumped.

For all he knew, Shinichi had only met the magician, officially, 11 days ago in that small dingy cafe. Although, if he was being honest, they started meeting up since he had been Conan, but he did not counted that. The magician beside him had only known one side of Shinichi, the Conan side that he allowed people to see, and Shinichi had only known about KID at that time as well. They only truly knew each other, actually talked (and it wasn't the usual small talk of inane subjects such as the weather), yesterday. Why had Shinichi felt so comfortable (and comforted) to be with Kaito? Why had he, a detective, actively wanted to make sure Kaito, a magician as well as a thief, was well?

Such introspective thoughts into his own emotions were rarely inspected by the detective and he could only come up with one answer. That the magician currently in his arms, is important. If that was the case, how important is he?

Looking back at all their encounters, Shinichi realised that not once had he truly wanted to throw KID in jail. He enjoyed their chases at night, was annoyed when caught in traps and wanted to exact revenge for it, he anticipates the heist notes every month (and more recently, every few days) just to solve it even if he could not attend them himself. Slowly, Shinichi's eyes widened even as he wrapped his arms tighter around the slim waist.

Kaito was extremely important. To the point that Shinichi would be at loss if Kaito were to suddenly...disappear...from his life.

"This means…" He whispered softly, hoping Kaito would not be able to hear it. His own arms tensed when the magician shuffled slightly, burying himself deeper into the blanket and pillow. Kaito had turned his head so he was facing Shinichi and all the detective could think about was how soft the face looked. He longed to put his lips towards the cheeks just to taste the skin to see if it was as cherry-like as the colour states. Shinichi nearly cringed at his own thought, trying to retreat back to safer territory so that his body would not act upon those thoughts. But the magician was not making this easier, in fact he was pressing himself closer towards Shinichi.

"You're awake aren't you?" Shinichi nudged at the weight currently trying to attach itself to his body. Even with the wound and the pain, the magician still managed to tangle their legs together, arms wrapping around his torso like a pair of octopus tentacles. Though, even as Shinichi prompted, the magician had not responded, still sleeping soundly and breaths light and even. 'Unless he really slept that deeply…' He thought to himself. It goes against all his preconceptions of the magician; Shinichi had thought the magician would wake at the smallest bit of sound and movement and yet, here he is still in deep slumber even as Shinichi murmurs close by.

Bravely, Shinichi reached up with one of his free arm and began patting on the soft brown hair. A small smile appeared on the magician's face, one that Shinichi can associate with cotton candies. It was a lighthearted smile, filled with joy and warmth, as opposed to the KID smirk and the forced laughter of his student persona. Shinichi burned the image into his memory before closing his own eyes again. A little more sleep would not hurt.

When Shinichi next woke, it was because of amused eyes trained on his face. He saw the amethyst eyes twinkled in delight as his own fluttered open. He could still feel one of his hand wrapped around the magician's waist and another lazily draped at the shoulders.

"You're not feeling pain are you?" Shinichi carefully tries to extract himself though the magician tightened his hold.

"As long as you don't suddenly move." His voice was slightly rough around the edges, possibly from just waking up, but Shinichi chalks it up to the possible pain he had been feeling as Shinichi tries to get up. "I like being warm."

Those words seemed somewhat disjointed from the current conversation, but Shinichi felt it reflected in his own heart. Those measly four words echoed in his heart, causing it to race against some unknown entity. It left Shinichi feeling breathless as he was sure the magician could feel the rapid staccatos of his beating heart through the small amount of skin contact, even through the swath of fabric. Shinichi wanted to open his mouth to say something but found he was at a loss for words. Could he actually tell the magician that he suddenly found out he was important to him? Was he brave enough to admit it in front of those amethyst eyes?

"Shinichi?" Kaito prompted, most likely because he felt something was off with the detective. Though to be honest, something had been off with the detective ever since he saw KID being shot then subsequently seeing him bleeding on the bed.

"Nothing. I just realised something important." He muttered. Everything felt so natural all of a moment. From the way their bodies seemed to gravitate to each other to the way he could easily wrap his whole self around the magician, everything just feels...nice all of a sudden.

And as though reading his thoughts, Kaito tucked himself further into Shinichi's grasp. No words were needed to pass between them. It was like the magician knew, before Shinichi had, that whatever they felt towards each other was something so strong and comfortable that it was just natural to be.

"Are you sure you're ok?" Shinichi couldn't help but ask, both hinting at the current physical condition to the way they felt towards each other.

"Like I said. I like being warm. And you're really warm at the moment."