A.N. Hm… not too happy with the way this one turned out. It started out okay, but the end… I dunno. And I don't know how to fix it. I just got another idea I hadn't really seen and thought it would be amusing. Hope I pulled it off… Well, g'night. I'm goin' ta bed.

Summary: In which Kid becomes more careless than usual.

Disclaimer: If I owned it, that would mean I could draw and come up with hundreds of murder scenarios and be rich… and Japanese.

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With the whole deal about one Shinichi Kudo shrinking into a grade-schooler, Kaito had to admit that he had gotten somewhat careless. But he really couldn't be blamed for that! Seriously! Looking so much like the guy was just too good a chance to not take advantage of at every possibility. No crazy postures to fit into a disguise of someone much shorter than him. No wearing prosthetic boobs that felt way too real (seriously, how much time had it taken his dad to come up with that?) And no makeup. None, nadda, zip. With all the running around he did carrying all that stuff, not to mention his Kid supplies, could be quite bothersome at times.

And there was the added fact that the dunderheads that made up the police crew allowed the detective to go and do pretty much anything he wanted. So, you really couldn't blame a guy for taking up the opportunity if things were that easy.

He had to admit though; Kudo knew how to play dirty. It was one of the things he both liked and hated about the guy. It made Kaito keep on top of his game, which was what made being Kid so fun, but he also stood a much higher risk of being caught for good.

He grinned impishly as the young detective stared blandly at him. It was just the two of them so Kid didn't have to worry about being distracted by anybody as he faced his ultimate rival. Nor did he really have to worry about acting like said ultimate rival. He knew Kudo loved chasing him just as much as he loved being chase by the chibi teenager. If only he could figure out what was wrong about this whole scenario.

Kaito stared harder at the child in front of him and it clicked. Conan Edogawa had no right giving him a bland look of any kind. Bland meant he was bored. And Kaito knew the faux kid would not be bored. Something was wrong with this picture.

That's when he heard the familiar click of the handcuffs and felt the cold metal of them digging into his wrist. "Gotcha for good this time, Kid." Kid stared and the cuffs, linking his wrist to the wrist of another. He followed the arm up and came face to face someone he didn't expect to see at all. At least, not like this.

"Well, looks like you finally got him" Edogawa said---

---in a distinctively female voice.

Kaito turned back to the unexpected visitor, lifted his hand to the face and gave an experimental, half shocked tug.

Yup, that was Kudo alright.

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