Pairing: None

Summary: There was no law against keeping secrets, was there? (Takes place after BO's taken down, but no one -except the few, including Kaito Kid – knows about Conan being Shinichi.)

Don't Spill (their secrets)

The Organization was set up, secret to the those who uphold the laws.

It operated, unknown to the public.

And then it was taken down – silently.

X_X

"Kudo, watch the news! Watch. The. News." Hattori Heiji, Detective of the West, yelled from the other end of the line. "Heck, it's on every channel!"

Conan held the receiver away from his abused ear. Seriously, Hattori Heijis and phones should never co-exist. If either were to disappear, Conan hoped it would be Hattori Heiji.

"Hattori, I can hear you, thank you very much!" Conan hissed furiously, switching on the television with the remote control that was already in his hand. "If you don't lower your volume, I'm hanging up!"

Apologies were muttered, and then it was back to the situation at hand.

Still, Conan wondered. What kind of programme could they be showing on TV to make Heiji so jumpy? Maybe it's the news of a murder mystery of some famous person. Or maybe it's the capture of Kaito Kid.

It'll have to be after people find out about my identity, Conan thought dryly, tucking his chin in his palm.

"We're in the same boat, tantei-kun. Or rather, Kudo Shinichi. You know my civilian identity, and I know your real identity. Compromising would make everything so much more pleasant, don't you think?"

That was close enough to the capture of Kaito Kid.

"Oi, Kudo, are you still there?" came from the worried Osaka detective. "Look, I know this is big news and I have no intention of rubbing salt onto wound, but what the hell is a conversation between you and Kaito Kid doing on TV?"

This was one of the occasional, full-blown double takes Conan did in his life. Should he be grateful that Ran and Kogoro were not home right now, or should he be thanking the bastard that spared him from telling the truth?

Things couldn't get any worse, until he recognized the fact that Ran would also hear of this soon enough. The realization hit him with the weight and force of an over-speeding vehicle.

Who would do something like this? Who could? Conan suppressed the scowl that threatened to cross his face, trying to think rationally. He slapped himself for even thinking that Kid would do something like that. He knew Kid well enough – from the days when they were working together to bring down the Organization – that he wouldn't do anything despicable. Besides, something like this had no benefits for the phantom thief.

Clenching a hand into a fist, Conan placed the receiver that he had been clutching onto unknowingly back onto the phone with a soft click.

The boy was slowly apprehending that this, was the worst way to blow his cover.

X_X

"I'm a detective; you're are a thief. There is no compromising between us. The last time was an exception." Conan glowered at Katio Kid, biting back profanities. "Even detectives need a break. I'll catch you the next time."

Kid made a disappointed sound, "Too bad, tantei-kun. I was really looking forward to some sort of agreement." He held up a hand to stay the protests before Conan could even begin. "I know, we have one. But I thought I might as well try my luck to make one that includes you not baring your teeth when we meet on the streets."

"I already agreed to not revealing your civilian identity, not arresting you when you're not at your heists and making sure that Hattori doesn't slip up!" Conan fired right back at the magician, giving him the Death Glare. "That's one more than what you have complied to!"

Somehow, even though they were arguing, Conan felt that something like this helped him forget that he had to act a child. It was similar to when solving murder mysteries with Heiji. And he loved that feeling.

Maybe an occasional exchange like this wasn't so bad after all.

Amidst all the dangerous encounters and tasks, friendships had been fostered, and trust had grown. It wasn't at all surprising, seeing how they fit together like pieces of the same puzzle.

"I had known your secret for quite a while – even before we teamed up. I don't think that's considered a condition, seeing how I even helped conceal your identity once." Kid took a few steps forward, balancing himself on the edge of the roof with no difficulties.

"I'm not surprised you found me out. You are Kaito Kid after all. You have your resources." Conan responded in a detached tone.

"Is the Kudo Shinichi complimenting me?" An irritatingly familiar smirk was inching its way onto Kid's face. And boy, Conan hated seeing that look. The Kaito Kid Look.

Conan leaned his weight against a wall, arms folded."You can continue dreaming; I won't burst your bubble... Still, I thought you would have found out even earlier."

"Hypocrite." Kid shot back jokingly.

A small smile cracked on Conan's face. "Watch what you say. You never know when the Task Force might come knocking on your door."

"Hey, you promised!"

"I break promises. Sometimes." Conan admitted.

A strong wind blew by and silence prevailed. Until Kaito Kid spoke again, both of them ended up star-gazing.

"So, what do you intend to do, now that the Organization has met it's fall?" Kid sat down and patted on the empty space beside him, encouraging the shrunken detective to settle down.

Conan accepted the invitation. "I'll just have to wait for an antidote. Until then, I'll still be solving cases, and that includes apprehending you." Conan hesitated for a while, before he continued. "I won't be telling Ran about it as well. I've come too far."

As far as four years. And Ran is still waiting for 'Shinichi'.

"Geez, don't sound so serious! You really should lighten up." Kid suggested humorously, "Take a real break or something. Maybe work with me on a heist."

There was a long, long pause before Conan replied, "Fat hope," and threw Kid a dirty look.

Kid laughed, brushing the rejection off easily. "You should go to go back to bed now – it's nine, brat."

Conan looked daggers at Kid and was about to retort, but the magician had already taken off in his hang glider, a white triangle in the distance.

Once in a while like this... it's alright, isn't it?

X_X

With each passing moment, the possibility of media, police, or worse, Ran bursting into the agency rose. It terrified Conan to no end, to know that his secret was known to every stranger on some random street.

The boy never thought it could happen to him. Some horrible secret exposed to public, forcing him to commit suicide because of the humiliation, the pressure. Of course, scratch out the committing suicide part. He thought it only happened in dramas.

Media proved him wrong, though.

The next piece of news from the TV made handling of the situation calmly impossible.

"From the video, we do not know if Edogawa Conan is really the famous high school detective, Kudo Shinichi. But as far as the police are concerned, they are considering taking the seven-year-old into custody for questioning about Kid's civilian identity."

Things were definitely getting out of hand – it's insanity! What had the boy done to make Life hate him so? Who could he go to?

Professor Agasa's? No, they'll find him too easily. Perhaps he could seek refuge at Kaito Kid's – he had his address and cell phone number stored in his own. Idiot! That would lead the police straight to him!

Conan fished out his cell from the back pocket of his jeans. He memorized Kid's address and number before deleting the stored data.

I can't believe I'm helping Kid. Conan rolled his eyes, expertly ignoring all the signs that pointed to regret. He wasn't really breaking a law, was he? There was no law against keeping secrets, was there? If there was, Conan really hoped he wouldn't remember it right now. The law had a way of guilt-tripping him into spilling the truth.

In other words, he'll screw up royally.

If memory serves, Professor Agasa had no invention that could make him disappear from the face of Earth perpetually.

The loud banging on the door made Conan jump. He scowled.

The door swung open and police swarmed the agency, most of them trying to keep the press out. "Edogawa Conan, we're arresting you for questioning. I'm sure you'll cooperate if you really are Kudo Shinichi."

The infamous smirk crept onto the boy's face as he crossed his finger tips; it was something too sophisticated for a child to pull off – a mask that hid a great deal. It made the people in the room shudder.

"Don't worry, I won't put up resistance. I am Kudo Shinichi, after all."

-Owari-

Wow. How long has it been since I updated? I'm sorry. I lost all inspiration to write so suddenly. Here is the fifth. I hope you readers enjoyed it, though.

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