New readers please read me: If you are a new reader to the Side Effects Include series, please understand that I started writing this years ago when I was younger and less experienced at writing. The later chapters are better in my opinion because I'm learning and gaining experience. If you aren't a particular fan of an early chapter, I encourage you to skip to a later chapter and give my fic another shot. Thanks for reading, please enjoy.

Also, it has come to my attention that some of my chapters contain mature content that the T rating does not cover. I'm reluctant to rate the entire fanfiction as M for a few mature scenes, so instead I'll put up warnings for sex scenes if a chapter contains them.

Conan sat across from Haibara, the small female not child smirking in triumph. The Black Organization had been brought down a little over six months ago and without the fear of being caught hanging over her head, she had been able to devote an impressive amount of time to developing the cure to the Apotoxin. She held the small pill up to Conan now. "This is my final try. It will either cure you or kill you. Whatever happens though, this is it."

"I have come this far, I can't give up now. I won't live like this anymore, not by choice. If there is even a chance that I can return to Shinichi, my true self, I have to at least try. Even if it kills me," the last Conan whispered. Haibara nodded, unsurprised by his answer. "Besides, 'Conan' already said good bye to Ran and the Shonen Tantei. I'm ready, both as Shinichi and Conan."

Haibara nodded and handed the small pill to the boy. He took it without hesitation, trying to act as confidant as his words. Shinichi almost felt like he could feel the burn as the pill traveled down his throat and to his stomach, like drinking scolding hot coffee. Except drinking hot coffee never killed anyone. The burn seemed to spread as it traveled further down his esophagus, spreading further and further until he could feel it in the tips of his toes. As the burn spread, the pain intensified. Conan's of small body began to sweat from the heat, steam rising from his shoulders and head. Conan gritted his teeth against the pain, refusing to let out even a whimper. He felt that part of the battle was the strength of his will. If he let out so much as a sound, it would be one step closer to defeat.

The pain seemed to last for eternity as Conan felt his body change. He felt as his arms rapidly lengthened, felt the bones grow. His legs turned to rubber and he fell from his seat on the couch to his hands and knees as his legs also grew. Conan felt every change, and every second of it was hell.

The boy opened his eyes ('when did I close them?') and immediately knew that something was different. He slowly sat up, inspecting his body as he did so. His Conan clothes were gone and he was lying naked under a blanket that Haibara must have covered him with at some point during his change. He might have blushed if he wasn't so distracted with the body under the sheet. 'My body….this is not the body of a child. This is my body.' He turned his attention to Haibara who produced a small mirror without having to be asked. 'Shinichi is back.'

When Shinichi was finished inspecting his body, Haibara began doing some inspecting of her own running through simple tests that a family doctor would go through during a general check up. Shinichi allowed her to work in silence (as he knew she preferred) and he sat and admired just the fact that his legs fit into his adult pants without having to be rolled multiple times.

"Ku-….-o….Kud-….Kudo!" Haibara pinched Shinichi's wrist.

Shinichi hissed in pain, "that hurt Haibara. You are so mean and scary and sometimes I really think you are Satan's spawn." Shinichi slapped a hand over his mouth while Haibara quirked an eyebrow half in amusement, half in confusion. "Sorry, I didn't mean to say that. The words just seemed to spill out."

"Forgiven and forgotten, now as I was trying to ask a second ago, how do you feel?"

"Great actually. I'm having a little more trouble getting use to using my new height than I expected, but otherwise great," the detective smiled as he said it, glad that he had his body and his health.

"I see, anything else you would like to add?"

Without pause the detective answered, "As a child I lacked certain teenage hormones and now that I'm back to my true size they have returned so as soon as I go back home I fully intend to Jake off," once again the detective slapped a hand over his mouth.

Haibara's expression kept its normal bored and slightly angry look, but her tone betrayed her surprise, "…w-what?"

"You know, answer the bone-a-phone, bleed the weed, clean the pipes, crank for cum, date mother palm and her five daughters, give the devil's handshake, doodle my noodle, drain the vain, give a flute solo, free the willies, hitchhike under the big top, measure for condoms, paddle the pickle, pull my taffy, scratch my carrot, give myself some self love, shoot putty at the moon, spank my Frank, stroke my goat, tickle my Elmo, yank my doodle (It's a dandy), you know, masturbate!"

Haibara stared completely speechless as Shinichi talked and continued staring when he finished. After a moment, what he said sank in. The teen's entire body turned beat red before he mumbled something about the bathroom and ran from the room. The not child sighed before slowly following after him. She found the door to the bathroom locked, as she expected. She knocked, "Kudo quit hiding in the bathroom and get your ass out here," she ordered. She heard an immature sigh, 'He is still use to acting like a child. We are going to have to break that habit quickly,' before the door unlocked and the detective came out with a small pout on his face.

"Detective, your body has gone through a major shock. It's understandable that there would be a couple…" The small girl gestured with a small hand obviously looking for the word that would be most appropriate, "…side effects. Just give me a moment to figure out what exactly your side effects are and whether or not I can fix them."

Shinichi nodded but kept his mouth firmly shut, not wanting to release another word vomit. Haibara had him do a few stretches and exercises, tested his reflexes, his strength and speed, and other physical exercises. Shinichi was pleased that his body functioned just as well as it had before he was drugged. Haibara watched him go through each physical test with a touch of pride, knowing that all her hard work had paid off.

Next Haibara had Shinichi run through a series of mental exercises. Again the tests were simple. "What is your name?"

"Shinichi Kudo."

"Where are you?"

"I'm next door to my house in the professor's house in Beika, Japan."

She held up a blue ball, "what color is the ball?"

"Blue."

"I'm thinking of an animal with four legs and whiskers, what animal am I thinking of?"

"A cat. Haibara, this is ridicules, my brain is fine."

"What's wrong, in a hurry to get to know yourself a little better?" Shinichi made a strange squawking noise. "That's what I thought, let's continue." She began making him solve flashcards with math equations on them, beginning with a simple 2+2 and moving on to harder equations. She also included tests of logic, planning, reasoning, and hand eye coordination.

"Are we done?" the detective asked despite the last time he showed his impatience.

She ignored him, 'I know he was acting funny, I just need to figure out what is wrong. When he first woke up, what did he say? Well first I pinched him…and he admitted to pain. That's a little odd for the stubborn detective, but then he called me Satan's spawn. I know that's what he thinks of me, but he has never said it out loud. What's going on here? Then of course he told me about his, uh, plans for when he returns home.' The small scientist continued to think in silence. Than just on a whim, she held up the blue ball again. "I want you to tell me what color the ball is again. This time, say any other color other than blue."

Shinichi rolled his eyes than answered, "The ball is blue." Then he looked surprised. "I didn't mean to say blue, I meant to say red."

"Try again, but say the full thing again. Say 'the ball is red.'" She instructed him.

"The ball is ra-ra-rae blue. What?"

Haibara nodded as if confirming something to herself, "I think when you took the cure, a part of your brain may have been injured, specifically, the part that allows you to lie. Without doing an MRI on your brain, I can't be sure if there is a way to fix it if I am right."

"I don't understand," he sounded nervous.

"I'm saying that until I can figure out how to fix this, whatever you say will always be the truth. You cannot lie."

Shinichi laid on his bed staring up at the ceiling, running over his conversation he had with Haibara before going home. After accepting the fact that he was no longer able to lie, the two had to consider what Shinichi would do until she could fix his brain. Being unable to lie was a lot more dangerous than one might think for the detective. If he returned to school, his curious classmates would be sure to ask him about his long absence, and he would be forced to tell them about Conan. While it was true that the organization was brought down, there were still a few low ranking members that had yet to be caught. And if he told his classmates about Conan, they probably would think he had lost his mind. His credibility as a detective would plummet, and Ran…Ran would hate him.

During his time as Conan, Shinichi had realized that his crush on his childhood friend was basically nonexistent. He loved her it was true, but he loved her like she was his sister. The only reason he ever thought of her as more was because it was what was expected of him. He had befriended the girl as a small child, and as the two grew older people seemed to believe that they would fall for each other. Shinichi had always been aware of the whispers and jokes, like Sonoko calling Shinichi Ran's husband, and as he listened to the jokes, he just accepted that it was suppose to happen. When Shinichi was shrunk and forced to live with Ran, he finally realized that his love for Ran was strictly platonic. He would always consider her to be his best friend, and he didn't want to lose her.

That was why he couldn't tell her about the Conan incident, and nobody else could know either. So for now, Shinichi was stuck at home. It was actually worse than when he was forced to live as a child, at least as Conan he could still leave the house. 'I suppose its karma catching up to me for all those lies I made as Conan. Now that I have my body back, I'm forced to tell the truth,' he thought to himself.

Shinichi rolled over so that he was facing his wall and allowed himself to pout before drifting off to sleep.

"Shinichi! Open this door right now! I know you are in there!" the boy cowered behind the sofa peaking his head out staring in horror in the direction of the door. Ran had somehow figured out that Shinichi had returned and had been banging on his door demanding to see him for the past five minutes.

"Oh shit, if she gets in she is going to kill me," he squeaked. He screamed in terror (which he would later deny) when he heard what sounded like his front door splintering in half. It sounded like the karate champion had lost some of her control in her anger, unless of course she did it on purpose. Shinichi sighed as he heard what sounded like a very angry woman stomping around his house looking for him, 'might as well face her,' than he went to meet his doom.

Once again, the young detective was found lost in thought, this time as he washed the dishes in his sink. Ran had just left, and their friendship was still miraculously intact. Shinichi had been forced to tell her about Conan's true identity, and the girl had yelled as he had predicted. What surprised him was that the girl was yelling out of embarrassment rather than anger. After hearing his full story, she had instantly forgiven him. She was just a tad embarrassed; she had said things to Conan that she didn't think Shinichi would ever hear. "No wonder Conan blushed so much whenever I helped him while he bathed," Ran had exclaimed to the red-faced detective. He was sure she had said that to him just to ease her own embarrassment, so he let it go. After moving on, he had than told her about his new predicament. Ran agreed with his reasons for postponing his return to school and then the two had simply chatted, glad to finally be together again. Occasionally, Ran would use his truth problem against him, but it was always in a friendly teasing manner.

The question of Ran's feelings for him never actually came up, but he had his answer all the same. He could see it in the way she looked at him, the way she talked, and even the way she moved around him. Ran had also moved on. She no longer had those feelings for him, if they ever existed in the first place. He knew she could tell that he felt the same way. Without the conversation ever even popping up, the two settled easily back into friendship. The two talked for a little longer before Ran glanced at her watch and told Shinichi she had to leave. Something about cooking her idiot father something to eat.

Shinichi finished washing his and Ran's tea cup and set them to the side to dry. Turning away from the sink, he began to move towards the library when a protest from his empty stomach made him pause. 'Right, food first than Holmes,' he thought with a nod. A quick search of his kitchen however reminded him that he had yet to restock his food. He did find something in the back corner of the fridge that Ran must have missed when she would occasionally clean the place, but whatever it was looked rather unappetizing (was that purple fuzzy mold? Oh shit I think it just moved!) and he quickly disregarded that option.

'Right than, guess I have no choice but to go to the grocery store,' but he couldn't go as he was and risk being recognized, he would have to go in disguise. It's a known fact that his idol Holmes was a master of disguise. Shinichi, of course, also knew a thing or two about disguising himself. He wasn't as good as Kaitou Kid, but he was confident that his skills would be good enough to get him to the closest store and back without being recognized. Shinichi chose a disguise that would discourage most from approaching him. He combed his hair so that it covered one eye and smeared black eye liner around the other. A long black trench coat and combat covered made up most of his outfit, but he added fingerless gloves. A deep scowl and slouched shoulders added the final touch and he was out the door.

Shinichi browsed up and down the aisles, adding something to his cart every few minutes. He scowled at any helpful worker that so much as glanced his way, giving a silent apology in his head. He tried to make his trip as quick as possible and used the self checkout lanes to avoid talking to the checkers. 'I think I'm going to make it out of here without talking to anyone!' in his excitement, the detective didn't notice the teen until he had already bumped into him. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there," the detective hurried to help the young man up.

The teen flashed him a smile ('where have I seen that smile before? It looks so familiar…') before replying, "not at all, it was my fault." Making sure he was ok, Shinichi hurried to leave so as to not risk exposing himself any further. For the rest of the night, Shinichi couldn't stop thinking about the teen's familiar smile, or the laughter in his violet eyes.

Shinichi glared at the newspaper in front of him, allowing all of his annoyance and frustration to be shown in that single glare. He glanced again at the article in the paper that was the source of his irritation. KID had announced another heist set for tonight, and because of his condition, the detective knew he would be unable to go.

His eyes flickered from the paper to his cell sitting next to him. Before his mind had time to consider it, his hand picked up the phone and quickly dialed. The phone only had time to ring twice before a child-like voice answered, "No."

"Good morning, Haibara. I know you are busy so I will just get right to the point of my call…"

"No."

"…Before you rip my head off like the demon you truly are. Have you made any progress…"

"No," the small child answered monotone but was ignored a third time.

"…With an antidote?" Shinichi waited for her answer.

The girl slowly took in a breath and let it out with a sigh, "For the fifth time today, no. I have not made any progress. Let me remind you, oh so wise detective, that I never will make any progress if you keep calling me. I will let you know when I'm done. Do not call me, I will call you," with that final order she hung up.

The teen put down the phone feeling the last shred of hope he had dropping with it. 'Looks like I will just have to miss this heist.' He huffed and frowned in a rather childish way, he had been looking forward to challenging the phantom in his true body. 'That's not the only reason you wanted to go to the heist,' a voice in his head whispered. Shinichi ignored it. Even if he had to tell the truth when he spoke out loud, his thoughts he could still ignore.

Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. Bong, bong.

Shinichi glanced at the clock. Two in the morning, the heist was defiantly over by now. The day had dragged, but Shinichi had made it through. 'Next time KID, I will be ready for you,' he didn't allow himself to think that an antidote might not be found before them. Putting his book back on the library shelf, he made his way upstairs to his bedroom, undoing the buttons of his shirt as he went. He had just undone the last button and made it to his room when he spied a figure clad in white.

He laid posed on his bed, lounging with his back to the head board, sitting perfectly still as if he were a statue sculpted by some master artist. The moon light streaming in from the window bathed the room in silver and seemed to make his suit glow. The shadows on his face from his top hat created a stark contrast to the white of his suit, but the shadows stopped just before the perfect smirk that graced the thief's face.

Shinichi stared and for a moment KID didn't move leaving the illusion complete. Than in one fluid movement, KID stood up and appeared standing in front of Shinichi almost by magic. Shinichi squeaked in surprise. His heart pounding, he took a step back only to be stopped by a hand on his shoulder. "I'm disappointed Tantei-kun, after winning the final battle and regaining your body, are you no longer interested in chasing after me? I would be sorry to lose you; you are after all my favorite critic."

Finding his voice at last, the detective answered, "No! I didn't want to miss tonight, I had no choice. I couldn't go because…" before he could say more he clamped a hand over his mouth muffling whatever else he was about to say.

The thief quirked an eyebrow and studied the teen. Shinichi stared back but kept his hand over his mouth. Slowly, Shinichi lowered his hand. He couldn't quite meet KID in the eyes choosing instead to focus on his chin. Even more slowly, he began to speak, trying not to let the words just rush out of his mouth like they wanted so badly to do, "I did get my body back, but there was one unexpected side effect; a rather embarrassing side effect that I do not wish to share with you in fear of the...consequences."

Shinichi saw a sly grin cross KIDs face, "but Shinichi, you can tell me anything. We have a special bond, you and I. We mean more to each other than simply thief versus detective."

For a moment, Shinichi felt his heart speed before he forced it to slow down, "What do you mean?"

"I thought it was obvious, you are special to me," Shinichi quickly moved his gaze from the thief's chin to the corner to the right of the thief, trying and failing to hide his growing blush. He felt fingers on his chin and they gently guided his turned head back to the thief so that he was looking him in the eyes. He had to look up; even in his real body Shinichi was still a little short.

Shinichi froze as he both saw and felt KID lean into him. He felt warm lips touch his cheek for a moment, more a brush of skin to skin contact than a kiss, then felt warm breath on his ear, "I will take my leave for now, but we will be seeing a lot more of each other in the future. Good night, detective." Than he was gone, like magic.

All of the next day, Shinichi could only think of one thing. Well two really, but Haibara threatened to poison him if he called again asking about an antidote. The thing currently on his mind at the moment was, of course, the kiss. 'Why did he do that? Was he just messing with my head, or did it mean something else?'

A knock at the door interrupted his train of thought. He thought about it for a moment but decided to ignore it. The only two people he could see while he was still being affected by his pesky side effect were Haibara and Ran, both had their own key and probably would have called in advance. So whoever it was that was at the door would just have to wait till he got the antidote. He saved his progress on his Professor Layton game (books and soccer can't be his only hobbies, and besides it's totally a game he would play), and turned the game off before making his way into the kitchen, intent on making himself some lunch.

He had just stepped into his kitchen when he stopped and stared. A strange figure was fishing threw his cabinets muttering to himself. "Ah, here they are," the stranger muttered under his breath grinning in triumph at a handful of napkins. With a hum, he turned and noticed Shinichi. The stranger bowed deep than straightened and offered Shinichi a rose, confirming the suspicions that had begun forming in his head. "Shin-chan! You seemed pretty busy so I allowed myself in. I was just putting the finishing touches on our bento boxes. I was out of napkins at my own place, so I had to borrow some of yours. Hope you don't mind."

The young man wasn't dressed in his normal thief attire but was instead dressed in casual clothes. A trademark kid grin was spread wide on his face. Shinichi finally recovered from the slight shock of finding KID unmasked in his kitchen, "KID, what are you doing here?"

KID held up two bento boxes, "I'm taking you out on a picnic, I thought it was obvious. You must be losing your edge," he teased playfully.

"Why?" Shinichi asked even more confused.

KID tilted his head in mock confusion, "Hmm, why indeed? Now let's go, while the day is still young," he cheered. Taking the detective's hand, he led him to the door. Shinichi felt his cheeks turn pink but didn't try to take back his hand and allowed himself to be lead out the door.

He didn't dare open his mouth and instead focused intently on the walk. He quickly realized that KID was leading him to the park. Part of him was worried about being in a public place while still being under the influence of the truth side effect, but he pushed those thoughts down. The detective part of him was curious while another part was enjoying KID's company. KID lead him to a more private and secluded part of the park. The trees grew thicker and thicker and the plant life was slowly covering the trail they were following. It was a lot quieter and birds could be heard singing high above their heads.

KID tugged on his hand to get his attention than lead him off the trail. They walked for a few minutes more before coming onto a small clearing. After releasing Shinichi's hand, he snapped his fingers and a blanket appeared perfectly spread out with the bento boxes and two fruit juice bottles set in place on top. "Come on Shin-chan," the magician happily chirped before sitting and opening his box. Shinichi rolled his eyes but obeyed.

Shinichi opened his box and began to eat. A gentle breeze played with his hair and he could hear a wood pecker busy at work somewhere close. He smiled when he realized how relaxed he felt. Even with the cure's side-effect and the fact that he was having a picnic with KID, this was still the best he had felt in perhaps weeks, and all he was doing was eating a simple bento box in the park with his…rival?

"Lupin is better," Shinichi blinked and turned to the speaker, Kaito.

"What did you-" he began but was interrupted.

"Than Holmes I mean. Lupin is better than Holmes," A wide grin slowly spread across his face and he waited. Shinichi did not disappoint him and the thus began a very long debate. The two used word for word quotes to back up their arguments and were able to remember even the smallest detail from the books that might be able to help their case. Shinichi couldn't remember the last time he had so much fun just talking about Holmes with someone. Of course the detective loved to talk about his hero to anyone and everyone he could force to listen, but this was different. It helped that he was talking Holmes with KID.

Shinichi had just finished speaking and was waiting for Kaito to take his turn defending his hero, but when he looked at the thief, he was staring at Shinichi with a dreamy look on his face. Shinichi felt heat instantly rise to his cheeks when he caught the thief's gaze, "K-Kaito, what are you looking at me like that for?"

"Hmm? Oh, it's just that you look so cute when you talk so passionately about something you enjoy. Guess I got a little distracted," Kaito was very nonchalant as he spoke, he could have been commenting on the weather.

The teen detective was so unprepared for what Kaito told him that his mind simply froze for a moment. His mind might have stopped, but his mouth, urged on by the antidote's side effects, tried to communicate what he thought anyways. As a result, strange gurgling was all that escaped. Kaito's smile widened till he resembled the Cheshire cat before he finally threw back his head and laughed. Desperate to change the subject, Shinichi asked, "KID…Kaito, I'm enjoying myself, but I still wonder why you are doing all of this. Why did you bring me here? And why did you willingly tell me your identity?"

The other was quiet for a moment before he answered, "Because it wasn't enough. Our games of cat and mouse, while fun, were not enough to satisfy me. I wanted more in our relationship than to be simply rivals to each other. KID has many uses, but he cannot make a friend."

"I want a stronger relationship than simply rivals too," Shinichi blurted, than covered his mouth before he could say more.

Shinichi was a little worried what the thief would say to that, but he was rewarded with a smile so warm, he was glad he had said it after all. Even if most of it was the side effect choosing to speak. Shinichi felt himself smiling back at him before his mouth had to ruin the moment, "You have such a beautiful smile, Kaito." His eyes widened and he covered his mouth and looked away. He felt fingers on his chin and a strong but gently grip turned his face so that he was looking Kaito right in the eyes. The two were so close, Shinichi could faintly feel the other's warmth.

Kaito looked at him for a moment obviously thinking about something, "Shinichi, that side effect to the antidote you were speaking about earlier, what exactly is it?"

"I would have thought you would have figured it out by now."

"I think I have, but I won't know for sure if I'm right till you tell me," the thief waited as the other thought, clearly trying to decide if he should tell him.

"The antidote messed with a small part of my brain and until Haibara invents a cure, I will be unable to lie."

Kaito smiled again, obviously an easy, familiar gesture for the teen, "Thank you for telling me. Come on, I'll walk you home." Shinichi looked at the sky and was surprised to find that it was later than he expected. He nodded and stood up, stretching his legs a little after sitting on the ground for so long. Walking side by side with the other teen, the two made their way out of the park. He felt Kaito's slightly larger, warm hand take hold of his, "Do you mind if I hold your hand?"

"No, it feels nice," Shinichi answered. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kaito smile.

The walk back was peaceful and soon the two were standing in front of the door to the Kudo mansion. "I had fun Shinichi, and-" the sound of Shinichi's phone buzzing interrupted him. Opening his phone, he found a text from Haibara. Seeing his expression move from surprise to joy, Kaito craned his neck over in curiosity. Antidote for side effect ready-Haibara. "That's great news, I suppose you will want to take the antidote immediately. I'll take my leave now, but I will be back soon."

Kaito turned to leave but felt a hand on his wrist stop him. He turned to face Shinichi, confusion written on his face. Shinichi was looking intently at the ground, the shadows from his bangs hiding his eyes. "Kaito, wait. I do plan on taking the antidote as soon as I can, but before I do, I need to tell you something. Sometimes I have trouble…expressing my feelings. The side effect to the antidote has obviously made things a lot easier. Before I take the cure, and I can lie again and it once again becomes a challenge for me to express myself, I want to tell you how I feel. I like you….a lot. It might even be love, I'm not sure it's too early for me to tell. I find myself thinking about you more often each day. I wanted to tell you that before I take the antidote because if I didn't, I wasn't sure I would be able to find the courage later. In fact, I'm terrified right now that you are about to reject me. I almost would rather face off against an armed murderer that is trying to escape justice. But please say something instead of just standing there with that shocked look on your face, because I'm not sure how much longer I can keep myself together," indeed tears could be seen forming as Shinichi spoke. Before any could fall, Kaito took Shinichi in his arms and held him. "Kaito?" Shinichi looked up at him, waiting.

"Shin-chan, Shin-chan, Shin-chan," Kaito smiled down at him, chuckling to himself, "I knew about your problems communicating your feelings. That's why I wasn't expecting you to confess to me first. I like you too Shinichi, maybe even love you. I want to be more than thief and detective. I want to be more than rivals, more than friends even. I want you to be mine. I had planned on asking you after we had hung out a bit more, I was afraid of scaring you off. But it would seem I underestimated you, and I apologize for that. Shinichi, would you be my boyfriend?"

Shinichi felt so flooded with emotions, his throat felt tight, all he could simply do was nod and smile. "Shinichi, would you like me to kiss you now?"

Shinichi looked Kaito straight in the eye, "God, yes."

I feel like this started off strong, but then I couldn't figure out how to finish it and I got writer's block, than I lost interest and really had to struggle to finish it. Any out of characterness of Shinichi was intentional and for my own amusement.

Important Note: I'm leaving this unfinished because I may or may not add more. I personally don't have any ideas for another chapter, but I will take requests. If anyone would like me to write a side effects chapter with a specific side effect, just ask me in a review. Pairings will always be KaiShin. Each chapter will be an independent chapter, chapters will not connect to each other in anyway. There are certain things I refuse to write about however, such as gender bender. I personally do not have a problem with gender bender fanfics, but I have no interest in writing one. And if anyone has their own side effects idea but are not confidant in my writing skills, feel free to take my idea and write it yourself. I won't care.

Thank you for reading, please review!