Disguises

Disclaimer: The works of Detective Conan and Magic Kaito belongs to Gosho Aoyama-sensei.

A/N: It's not a sequel, though it is happening in the same universe as the last one. So I've decided to put them under the same story name. Again, no relationships but we do have a playful, caring, and possibly manipulative Shinichi and a rather moody Kaito.

Career Counselling

A seventeen year old sitting on a swing in a semi-abandoned playground was bound to draw attention. Unless said seventeen year old also has a penchant for playing pranks and doing strange things at all times, in which case the local residents and pedestrians would pay no mind to said individual. Mostly because they do not wish to meddle in other's affairs, but more accurately they do not wish to bring harm onto themselves by becoming involved with said individual (like becoming the next test subject for said seventeen years old latest project).

"So, any reason why you're sulking?" The swing next to said seventeen year old rattled as another joined in. This person seems to not have received the memo of needing to avoid.

"Not sulking…" Head bowed low, indigo eyes stared at the sandy ground in hopes of his current companion would leave.

"Sure, as though I believe you." The hinges of the swing squeaked and the chains rattled. Kaito sensed a small breeze from beside him indicating his current companion to be pushing on the swing. "You looked like a cat dunked in the river and had its fi-...food stolen."

"At least you had the decency to not use that word." Kaito kicked at the sand, shoe catching onto a larger grain and sending it towards the edge of the swing. "What brings you all the way out to Ekoda?" Finally lifting his eyes off the ground, Kaito turned to look at his companion. Dressed in a clean suit, he stood on the seat of the swing and used his momentum to propel himself backwards and forwards by bending his knees at the peak of each swing. The little tuft on the back of his head remained still as ever even as the wind tries to ruffle the hair.

"I was in the neighbourhood and thought I'd drop by to say hi. Now that I'm me again, I thought you'd want to hang out some more. It does seem weird for a teen to hang out with a seven year-old all the time you know." He jumped off mid-swing, stumbling slightly on his land. "Huh, seems like I still need more time to adjust to my new height."

"Well, you came, you know, now isn't it time you leave?" Kaito used his hands to shoo away the meddlesome detective. "You have your own life now Shinichi, shouldn't you enjoy it to its fullest?"

"I am." He shrugged, "which is why I'm here right now." Standing toe-to-toe, Shinichi peered down at Kaito with hands on his hips. "You're down and as a friend, it would be indecent of me to leave you alone while looking like that. Who knows, you might be taken advantage of in your fragile state."

"Fragile? How am I fragile?" Kaito poked his finger on the chest in front of him. "I'm not the one with the compromised immune system mister. If anything, you're more likely to be taken advantaged of."

The smile from Shinichi at Kaito's outrage made Kaito even madder.

"And who gave you the right to come stomping over Ekoda anyways? Your territory's in Beika." Standing up to his full height instead of hunched over on the swing, Kaito glared at Shinichi.

"Finally, you're out of the slump." He sounded relieve at Kaito's outburst. "Did you know you've been here for...two hours in the same position?"

"Huh?" Kaito glanced over at his watch. Sure enough, two and a half hours had passed since he last checked. "Were you keeping an eye out for me? Since when?"

"I was at the school gates and was waving at you but you weren't paying attention. So I decided to follow." Shinichi shrugged, leaning on the railings and looking up at the clouds. "I kept my distance though, I knew you wanted time to be alone but I didn't think it would be safe in your condition."

"Oh." Kaito suddenly felt quite guilty at having shouted at Shinchi. He let himself drop back into the seat of the swing, which groaned at the sudden addition of weight.

"So? You want to tell me what managed to break you impeccable Poker Face? I mean it can't be worst than the confession, and the subsequent rejection, to Aoko-san." Kaito grimaced at the mention of the incident. "Wait you mean it's that level of bad?"

Kaito nodded. He had thought nothing could trump that incident. It was not disastrous per-se, only it left Kaito feeling like the scum of the Earth.

Aoko had, on one fine sunny afternoon during lunchtime in school, decided to confess her feelings to Kaito. As much as Kaito would have loved to accept it, he knew that once his KID story comes out, Aoko would want to skin him alive (or use him as a whack-a-mole, which was more up the girl's alley than manslaughter). So, he graciously, and gently, let her down as best he could. It still reduced Aoko to tears and Kaito had no choice but to bail out of school early. At that time, his legs took him to Beika and he ended up using the Kudo mansion as a hiding place. Only for its sole inhabitant to come back and find a near catatonic Kaito staring at nothing in the living room. After several tubs of ice-cream (Shinichi even brought out liquor from the cabinet to pour over the ice-cream stating that "Even though we're underaged, I think you need something to take the edge off.") Kaito felt slightly better and managed to return to his normal cheerful self the next day. That is not to say there were no repercussion to the confession, Aoko seemed to have avoided him like a plague for a month before talking to him again. At which time, Kaito had managed to strike a truce with Hakuba and asked the annoying blond detective to keep an eye on Aoko when he disappeared to Beika everyday after school.

"So it's bad, but not in the disastrous sense." His companion looked thoughtful as he examined Kaito like a test subject. He had the urge to rant at Shinichi but decided it was too much effort and instead sank further into his seat. "Something to do with school then?"

Kaito winced again, this time more evident. The pair of them have decided not to lie, by omission or downright lie, to each other. It made sharing experience easier, especially with the first month since Shinichi became himself again. Kaito was there to help him readjust to the right mindset, to that of a teenager instead of a young child, and to also give semi-professional psychological advice (he had once masqueraded as a psychologist as recon for a possible heist target, which turned out to be a waste of time) on dealing with something akin to PTSD. With Shinichi jumping at every shadow and sound, Kaito knew he had to do something at the time to prevent his friend from mentally breaking down.

"Well, it couldn't be school work or exams seeing as you know the content back-to-front anyways. I'm sure most of the time, you're more likely to correct the teacher rather than the other way around." There was a sense of proudness in his voice. "But neither is it about Aoko-san, and by extension Hakuba. If it were the pair of them, you'd be ranting at me instead of sulking."

"Again, I must insist I'm not sulking." Kaito murmured.

"Fine. Brooding then." Shinichi shrugged as he continued his examination of Kaito.

Not wanting to take the scrutiny any longer, Kaito conjured up a small squishy ball and flung it at Shinichi. "I'm not an ant under the microscope!"

"No, you're more like a cockroach, resilient and hard to kill." Shinichi expertly caught the ball and began throwing it up and down. Kaito's eyes followed the ball, just in case his friend wanted to be sadistic and kick it back at him. "It's not about that supposed-witch is it?"

"You mean Akako?" Eyes never leaving the ball, Kaito contemplated adding another into the mix just to mess things up a bit. "And it's not supposed, she's an actual witch. Said so herself."

"Hm…" More silence followed and Kaito hoped the detective would not come to the correct solution to his current state of mind. "Something to do with school, but not school work, not school friends. So…" Shinichi looked up and down, glancing to check at the school bag lying closeby. "Something important about school...so education advancements?"

Kaito sighed, wondering how it was possible for the detective to make such a connection. Shinichi seems satisfied at his form of reply.

"I thought they generally do the whole discussion and conversation about that during middle school, you know before we start focusing on certain aspects of education and before we start cramming school." Not that either of them had attended any cramming school, Shinichi for obvious reasons and Kaito for never showing much interest in his education in general.

"Yea, well, my school is strange. They did it once before we start senior high, giving us advice and whatnots about starting to look for university even if there were still a couple of years. But that was done as a whole year group. This time…."

"One-on-One?" He supplied helpfully.

"Worst, they're inviting our parents. And you know mine are…" Kaito waved his hands up in the air. It was something that did not need to be said. "Well, 'kaa-san would be ok to fly back in but I really don't want to bother her right now." He remembered the last video chat he had with his mother. She looked more relaxed now that The Organisation had been dismantled and KID could freely pursue Pandora without having to worry about being shot out of the air. She also has begun to enjoy her life more, seeing other people (even though her heart will always belong to his father) and going out more. Kaito did not want to bring her back to Japan, where all the sadness was.

"What about Jii? He's kind of like a guardian for you right?"

"He has his own things. Plus I don't want to add to his blood pressure. Once he actually hears about the antics I go through on a daily basis in school, he'll have a coronary." Kaito pulls pranks daily, if not hourly, and Jii would no doubt constantly worry about Kaito revealing himself too much or whether Kaito was learning anything should he actually hear about the pranks. "Doesn't your school have the same thing?"

"I managed to skip through it." Shinichi replied after a long pause. "We had one when I was in middle school, but I was away that day. I think it was an investigation. We had another one of those conversations, just one-on-one mind you not what you're school is doing, last year. And well, I wasn't there to attend to that."

Kaito suddenly felt guilty for bringing it up when he saw the dejected look on Shinichi's face. The whole deal with Conan was still quite a sore spot .

"So? What seems the problem then? I mean you practically know what you want to do in the future. It's all just a matter of making the right connections for you." Shinichi waved away Kaito's apologetic look as though it meant nothing. "I hate to say this but you were destined to becoming a magician anyways, what with your constant pranking and need to better yourself in the art to surpass your father…"

"Yea...but I doubt the teachers want to hear that from me, and only me. I think they're still trying to steer me into the correct path, like becoming a salaryman or something. You know how it is, they think that a magician is not actually a good career for anyone seeing as they're just performers with a fancier name." Kaito sighed once more, looking up into the sky as though hoping for a miracle or a sign. "No matter how many times I tell them it's a legitimate career, they still wanted to change me."

"If anything," Shinichi laid a hand on Kaito's shoulder as support, "I overheard many of my own teachers saying the same thing about me and my choice of career as a PI. I'm guessing the police force actually had a few selective words with them, well not Megure but someone higher up, in the hopes of pushing me to join the force or something."

"Do all adults in our lives want to control us or something?" Though their situations was not similar, Kaito could still empathise with Shinichi. "It's as though they think we can't make our own decisions."

"Normally, I'd say we can't but given our other identities and extra-curricula activities, I'd we're more than qualify. I mean we both live alone in a big house, taken care of ourselves as best we can. Heck, we even manage the household by making sure all the bills were paid and due maintenance was given to the place. We're more mature than our peers and yet…"

"Yet they still feel as though we're not mature or knowledgeable enough to take care of ourselves." Kaito finished his sentence. Both shared a look before sighing.

"Well, at least you might be better off than I am. I still have teachers breathing down my neck even though I kept up my grades and handed in all my work on time."

"I feel for you." Standing from his seat, feeling relatively better now that he managed to talk it over (or sulk even though he vehemently denied), he placed a comforting hand on Shinichi's shoulders. "Say, are you busy tonight? Want to grab dinner together? Somewhere by the station of course. Wouldn't want you to miss sleep or something." He picked up his bag and steered them out of the abandoned park before Shinichi could reply, knowing the detective would say yes just because neither wanted to eat alone.

"Sushi?" Shinichi teased to which Kaito hit him on the shoulder with his bag.

"No you idiot. And you say you're a detective." Kaito huffed with a shake of his head. "Noodles, possibly Ramen. A new place just opened and I think they're having a special or something. We can go check, otherwise it's going to be curry."

"So long as we're not reduced to buying convenience store bento and sharing it in a park or something."

"We did do that once didn't we? And ran into that mugging halfway through our meal…" Kaito chuckled at the memory. To stop that particular crime, they flung their bentos at the running criminal, temporarily blinding him, before Shinichi tackled the man into the ground and Kaito securing him with zip-ties.

xxxxxxx

Kaito stood outside of the classroom, dreading the upcoming meeting with the teacher. He had not told his mother or Jii about it in the end no matter how Shinichi had tried to persuade him otherwise. True, it might have been better if someone came with him to persuade the teacher to stop trying to push Kaito but there really was no one else. He could have asked the keibu to stand in but Aoko needed him more than Kaito (it was unfortunate the meeting was scheduled at the same time) and as much as Kaito feels the keibu was like a father to him, there was still this wall of lies that made it difficult for Kaito to rely on him.

Kaito looked somewhat longingly at his fellow classmate and his father as they exited the classroom. The father seemed to be consoling his son about something, possibly encouraging his son or relieving some fears. He knew many of his classmates were aiming quite high, too high in Kaito's perspective, and some were near impossible (like the one classmate who rarely scored high in tests wanting to go to Tohto University to study medicine. Really, that was more like a pipe dream rather than an achievable goal, perhaps if he studied harder instead of hanging out down at Shibuya he would have done better in Kaito's opinion). When the teacher inside called Kaito's name, Kaito stepped through the doorway with slight hesitance.

"Kuroba-kun. Only yourself?" The teacher sounded surprised.

"'Kaa-san is overseas at the moment." Kaito shrugged, taking the seat on the left closest to the window. It allowed him the view of the setting sun.

"Well. Let's review your existing scores alright? And maybe we can talk about university choices?" The teacher shuffled some papers, only to be interrupted by a knock on the door. "Yes?"

"Apologies." A middle aged man with striking blue eyes hidden behind square framed glasses and a head of messy black hair stood by the doorway. His mustache twitched with his every word. "Sorry I'm late, I just stepped off the plane and came as soon as I can."

"And you are…?" The teacher sounded suspicious of the newcomer. However, Kaito recognised him immediately, the intelligence behind those blue eyes were hard to mistaken for someone else's.

"I'm Kuroba Yuu, his uncle." He nodded at Kaito. The teacher gave a sceptical look as she turned towards Kaito.

Kaito nodded in return. "Yuu-san lives in the States and rarely comes to Japan so...I didn't really think he'd actually come for me…" Kaito sheepishly scratched his cheeks. "Last I remember you said you were in LA?"

"Business was finished early so I thought I'd come to make sure my nephew was actually doing fine by himself instead of relying on updates from video chats." He shrugged, casually taking the only empty seat in the front of the room. He glanced over at the papers strewn across the top, several having the name "Kuroba Kaito" written on the top right hand corner. He whistled, "pretty high marks you have there. Studying hard? Ever heard of taking it easy?"

"I have taken it easy." Kaito pouted like a child being told off by a parent. "Even my teachers can attest to that.

Yuu looked over to the seated teacher who nodded vigorously. "Kuroba-kun is...well...I hesitate this but he is…um..."

"A menace? Distraction? Trouble-maker?" Blue eyes twinkled with more amusement than should be present in current situation. "Well, he's more like his father then. You haven't seen some of the things Toichi did back in his days." Yuu ruffled Kaito's head with affection. "You're really growing up too much like your father you know."

"Yea, well, I want to surpass him one day." Shyly (or acting shyly), Kaito tries to avoid all manner of eye contact.

"I'm sure you will kiddo. Now Miss, I'm sure there were other things to discuss as well…?" Attention was once again placed onto the teacher, who blushed slightly when the pair of blue eye's were focusing intensely on her. Yuu then proceeded to produce a stem of rose from seemingly out of nowhere and presented it to the teacher.

"Um, well, yes…" Not sure how to respond, the teacher ducked her head. Yuu tucked the rose between her ear.

"Ahem." Kaito coughed from his seat, drawing the pair back into reality. "I think that's enough flirting from you Yuu-san." He pulled the still extended arm back.

"What can I say? We Kurobas are gentlemen and a gentleman never fails to present a lady with deserving flowers."

"Yea, yea. You just want an excuse to court my teacher." A playful hit to the chest landed with a thump. Kaito decided to ignore the person next to him to address the teacher. "Well? You said something about university choices? Just so you know, I'm not really going to apply for performing arts."

"You...aren't?" She seemed surprised.

"Of course not. It's not exactly the best route for becoming a magician." He stated as though it was common knowledge.

"What my nephew means is that there is more than plain performance when becoming a magician." Yuu added warmly for the teacher's benefit, "if I remembered correctly, your father majored in physics."

"Well, it's either that or aero engineering for me. Maybe chemistry? I do like smoke effects."

The teacher listened into the conversation as though an outsider would. Though it was expected as they seemed to be in their own world.

"Kuroba-san," she addressed, earning attention from the two directly opposite her. She tries to masquerade her embarrassment with a cough.

"Please, call me Yuu." The charming smile earned another blush, to which Kaito scoffed again at the action.

"What movie did you rip that out of? Trying to be suave? Pu-lease, spare me." He rolled his eyes, wondering how much more he needs to suffer through. His companion is definitely not a flirty person if he was copying lines from a movie.

"Oh? And you think you can do better?" The pair devolved into another conversation (debate, or more accurately argument) about who can come up with the best lines.

"Ahem, Yuu-san." This time, she drew the attention of the correct man, "I actually wanted to see what your thoughts are with your nephew's choice in future careers…"

"Well, it's his future." He stated plainly, crossing his legs and leaning back into the seat in the process. "We might want what's best for them but ultimately, they will have to live through their lives so why not let them explore? Let children fall and hurt themselves first before extending that helping hand. It's no good if we dictate their lives. If Kaito-kun wants to become a magician, he can. And he could probably become world famous as well, I know he's been training since a toddler so he has the skills. But will he have the correct connection? That's something he needs to work at."

His logical reasoning seemed to have won the teacher over, it was either that or the teacher just nodded at everything he said. There was this swooning look on her face as though her soul had been taken by those bright blues eyes (Kaito could understand, people can get lost in those sapphire eyes. It was that mesmerizing, and sometimes even alluring).

"Well, Kuroba-kun. It seems you never had much problem with living your dream. As long as you keep up your studies, you'd probably have a wide choice for universities. Though try to cut back on the pranks for the sake of your fellow classmates. I think some of them might be coming down with paranoia, always trying to anticipate your actions." The teacher looked at Yuu with exasperation, as though wanting the man to contribute some words to dissuade such behaviour but Yuu did not humour her even if he did look slightly apologetic.

"Trying to tell a Kuroba to tone it down is like telling ice to stop melting in the sun. A useless action that only makes a mess of things." He said sagely with a nod before turning to face Kaito once more. "However, Kaito-kun, do think about your classmates for a bit. Refrain from pranks and tricks during actual class time. Other people needs to learn."

Kaito hung his head as though in shame though inwardly he was near to half sniggering at the way his teacher seems to buy into the ploy and half groaning at the bad acting by his companion. Kaito had thought that after the year and a bit under method acting, where he was forced to play the part of an over inquisitive young boy, his companion would have been better at acting. But, in fact, his character comes off as a sleazy old man than a suave young man. Perhaps it was time Kaito taught him how to act.

Several more minutes of inane chat and bad flirting later, Kaito decided enough was enough and announced "Is that everything you wanted Miss? We have dinner appointments tonight so it's best we go now." It was quite rude but as long as they could leave quickly, Kaito can live with a slap on the wrist and a scold. Thankfully none came as both looked more sheepish than they were supposed to. Judging by the glazedy eyes on his teacher's face, Kaito was quite certain even with such bad acting, his companion managed to charm the wits out of her.

"I'm sorry to have kept the pair of you from your family time." She shuffled the papers back into a pile. "Kuroba-kun, if you have any more problems or maybe even questions on how to apply for certain universities…"

"I'll come find you Miss. Have a nice evening." Kaito bowed quickly and took hold on the sleeve of his companion. "Come on Yuu-san, we'll be late."

"Right, right. I'll see you in the future then Good Lady." A gentlemanly bow was interrupted with a harsh tug on his wrist and he lingered no longer in the room.

They walked in silence out of the school building, Kaito because he was somewhat mad, his companion because he was somewhat afraid at what Kaito would do. Coming up on the park, Yuu tapped on Kaito's shoulder and gestured with a nod of his head towards the direction of densely packed trees. Taking the hint, Kaito followed.

The park was empty, strangely enough, for normally kids would be running around and playing on the swings. This particular park was one Kaito often visits and performs at during weekends as it was in close proximity to many residential buildings and the children here loved his performances.

Yuu rummaged through the shrubbery, muttering variations of the phrase "where is it" before coming with a triumphant shout. He produced a khaki bag from the midst, still littered with stray leaves, and brought it out. Force was involved, of course, as one of the shrubs decided to keep the bag for itself and attached one of its branches to the handles, entangling it with its spiny hands. A game of tug-of-war later, Yuu took his prize and headed towards the empty men's bathroom. Kaito made several adjustments to the main door and managed to lock them both inside the room as Yuu headed into a stall with the bag in too.

"Seriously? What were you thinking?" Kaito turned his back towards the stall his companion entered, staring at the mirror just above the sink. "Why on earth did you even think it would be a good idea to come dressed as...that?"

"Well, you were complaining a week or so ago, so I thought why not." The voice echoed in the tiled room, coupled with the rustling of clothes. "Besides, you always said I could use the practice."

"That was not a practice. That was a disaster! You should feel lucky that my teacher was a female and your face was so easy on the eyes." The door behind him opened and Kaito finally saw his look alike, with slightly messier hair than usual but the blue eyes were as bright as ever. The more Kaito looked at it, the more the eyes seemed to be sparkling in either mischief or amusement. Kaito scowled, "or were you just trying to pay back for the time I dressed as Katsuki?"

Shinichi shrugged, approaching the sink next to Kaito and turned on the tap. "Maybe." He washed his face with the cool water and liquid soup, the coloured foundation running off his face and staining the white porcelain. Normally, makeup would not be so easily removed with plain soap and water, but this particular concoction (made by the mad scientist currently standing next to him to help his own disguises) could be easily removed and applied. One that Shinichi managed to pilfered the last time he visited the Kuroba household. "So? Do you think it worked?"

"What worked?" Confused, Kaito reached to cup Shinichi's face. Immediately he produced a handkerchief and wetted with the running water to being wiping down the sides of the face where Shinichi seems to have missed.

"Like whether your teacher would start leaving you alone." Shinichi did not bother telling Kaito to stop, knowing it was a lost cause anyways. Plus he always misses several spots when cleaning up his own face so it would be easier and faster for the magician to handle it.

"She was enamoured with Yuu-san. What do you think?" Kaito took a step back and nodded, seemingly pleased with his work. He then magically produced a comb for Shinichi, who took it gratefully and began combing back the hair to his normal state.

"Then it means my mission is complete." He stated proudly, returning the comb to its owner, which disappeared with a puff of smoke. "It also means you wouldn't be roped into any more of those meddling career counselling sessions as well because you've plotted out what you wanted to do with your life."

"Oh? Am I sensing that you've been called for a counselling then?" Excitement bounced inside indigo eyes as the mind plotted

"No, you're not coming over to Beika High dressed as, and I'm guessing, someone humiliating. You're probably thinking of dressing up as my aunt or something…" Shinichi fixed Kaito with a steady stare.

"Actually, I was thinking of pulling out that red number I bought a few years back, you know the one with the long slit down the side and a dropped neckline? Maybe a red hair wig? But then the Kudo family is generally dark hair and Yukiko-san is blond so it would have been too obvious…"

"No Kaito. You are not dressing up in something that revealing just to humiliate me at my school." Not wanting to linger in the public bathrooms for this particular conversation, Shinichi took the lead to unlock the doors and stepped back out into the park. Thankfully, there was no one in the area in need for the bathroom otherwise it would have been very awkward (two young teens inside a bathroom, locked, by themselves. People can get ideas).

"Does that mean I can dress-up and come to your school fair then? It's next week isn't it? And I remembered Ran-san saying you like the colour red…" Kaito teased from behind, hands supporting behind his head as he circled to Shinichi's side.

"That's only because it was her favourite colour." Shinichi mumbled, approaching the nearest vending machine.

"Does that mean you have a different favourite colour?" Kaito poked around, his other hand already dropping in the coin. He then blocked Shinichi's view and pressed a seemingly random button from behind his back. "Should I try and guess?"

"You'll never guess it correctly." Shinichi crossed his arms with huff. He was just about to make his purchase when Kaito stepped in.

"Come on, don't be a spoil sport." Bending over, Kaito pulled out two cans of drinks. An iced coffee for the detective and an iced tea for himself. Shinichi looked incredulously between the drinks and the magician offering it to him. Sensing the suspicion, Kaito decided to tag on "I haven't drugged these you know…"

"Of course I know. Just wondering if you had actually stolen from the vending machine, that's all. If you have…" Shinichi stepped back and rummaged through his bag to produce a pair of shining silver handcuffs. "I believe these have your names engraved on it."

"I don't steal without a heist note, you know that." Kaito threw the canned coffee in an upward arc in Shinichi's direction, who caught it on reflex. "And I really did pay for these. I'm not bored enough to rig a vending machine to drop out two cans."

"But you would be bored enough to rig the machine to drop drinks that were not chosen, or even on display."

Kaito opened his own can with a grin that had Shinichi thinking how right he was. He looked at his own can, wondering if it really was coffee. Still, he decided he might as well take the chance.

"Everyone needs some excitement in their lives, so why not these?" Kaito held up his own can, swaying it slightly before taking another drink. "It's like playing Russian Roulette, only less deadly."

Taking a sip, Shinichi was not disappointed as the can looked to be ice coffee but the inside was plain soda water. "At least you remembered I don't like sweet soda."

"Hey, what are friends for then?" Kaito winked, throwing away his own can in the nearby recycling bin. "Now come on, we did say we had a dinner appointment. I remember there's a great family restaurant here and we can grab dinner. You want to stay over for the weekend?"

SHinichi shrugged, he really had not planned on doing anything this weekend so he might as well just go with the flow.

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