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Chapter Thirteen: Masqurade

“Lust is the craving for salt of a man who is dying of thirst” -Fredrick Buechner

Saguru gave Kid a pouting look as the thief glanced back at him and the thief coloured slightly, turning away and once more examining the equipment laid out on the sink. Saguru watched as two latex free band-aids slipped into the boy's left front pocket.

"Thief," Saguru said, sighing as he laid back in his chair, staring at the light box across from him, making a face at the image of his broken wrist bones.

"Guilty." Kid said and gravitated over to the x-ray himself, studying it for a moment. "This looks different then the one I saw."

"It should, he's been both healing and breaking new sections." the surgeon said, bowing to both before taking a seat on his stool, pulling it closer to Saguru's chair. He pulled gently touched Saguru's wrist, picking it up before carefully manipulating it.

The blond winced, biting on his lip, glaring at Kid over the doctor's head as if it were all his fault, which, in a way, it was.

"I told you I did not want you to remove your cast for last night's heist and you assured me that it would be fine." The doctor gave Saguru a look over his glasses and Saguru had the grace to blush.

"I did not expect Kid to grab my wrist and use it as leverage," Saguru said simply, looking away as the doctor's look hardened.

"Is that not how it was broken in the first place?"

"Yes, well..." Saguru trailed off, having no defense.

The doctor wheeled away and across the room, grabbing his prescription pad. "I will re-cast it, but now we are going to have to perform surgery on that wrist to ever get it even close to what it was," he said, writing something across the pad and handing it to Saguru who stuffed it into his breast pocket.

"Surgery, is it really that bad?" Kid asked, looking concerned and ashamed for being the reason Saguru had even broke his wrist.

"Well, we could let it heal on it's own, but the way it's currently healing, not to mention the new breaks, I doubt he would ever recover full use of his wrist. He may not even archive that with surgery, but there is a higher chance."

"Oh,"

"How long will I be off work?"

"I would recommend desk duty for a week, possibly two. You'll have the cast again of course, but you should be able to return to active duty sometime in the third week. I'll have a better picture after I check your wrist again."

"Alright, thank you doctor." Saguru said, standing. He followed the doctor to the casting room where he was passed off to an intern.

"Pick a colour, any colour!" The intern said cheerily, gesturing to the boxes of casting fiberglass. Kid held up a neon pink roll, snickering. Saguru gave him a look but took the pink roll, handing it to the intern. At least this way people would see him.

Saguru took a seat in the chair, stretching out to kick Kid and keep him away from the rolls of plasting caster lest the thief get any ideas, before offering his arm to the intern. The intern examined the wrist before cutting holes in what appeared to be a very large sock (at least in Kid's opinion), before fitting this over Saguru's wrist, wrapping and taping it so it was snug against the Brit's arm. He then started wrapping it with non-sterile wrapping gauze, making sure to add extra padding around the protrusion of Saguru's wrist. He then lifted Saguru's arm up, having Kid hold it while he wet the bright pink rolls, wrapping them carefully around Saguru's wrist and arm.

Kid watched the entire process intently, as if memorizing the actions, and knowing the brunette he probably was. One never knew what may come in handy later.

"There you go, kiddo, try not to remove it this time!" The intern said, smiling at Saguru. "Did you get your little thief after all that drama?"

"Not quite," Saguru said and Kid grinned, buffing his fingers on his shirt before looking innocent when the intern looked at him.

"And who is this cutie?"

"My boyfriend, Kuroba Kaito."

"Charmed," Kid said with a low bow before taking the intern's hand, giving it a kiss. The man laughed, retreaving his hand.

"Charming and good looking, sure you don't want to upgrade from a cop to a doctor?"

"Sadly my heart belongs to Saguru's handcuffs." Kid said, placing a hand on his chest and fluttering his eyelashes at Saguru.

Saguru rolled his eyes and stood, carefully sliding back on his jacket. Kid took the detective's casted hand and started walking with him, looking around at the people and things around them as they checked Saguru out and headed for the car.

Saguru climbed in the front of the car, Kid taking the back. Marget started to pull away as Kid grabbed Saguru's hand and pulled it closer, kissing the pads of the fingers apologetically before pulling a black sharpie from his shirt and drawing his infamous signature, along with a flourishing English version of his signature. "There, now it's a collector's item." he teased.

Saguru tolled his eyes but leaned as far back as he could with his seat, kissing Kid softly. "You still owe me,"

"Mm, owe you what?" Kid said, stealing another kiss, ignoring Margret's snickers from her seat.

--

Saguru walked into the Task Force office, ignoring the other officers who nudged each other and turned to watch him enter, too busy focusing on sipping his precious liquid caffeine, tossing his jacket on his chair as he headed for the fax to see if anything came for him while he was gone.

Nakamori's assistant ran to get the boss and the pair stood in the doorway of Nakamori's office, watching the blond as he gathered his faxes, taking another sip of his coffee. He headed back to his desk and tossed the faxes on the desk and frowned, looking over his cup as the faxes hit the floor instead of the wooden top of his desk.

He then blinked, staring at the sight on his desk. It was a mound of fruits and vegetables, all artistically arranged in a way that caused Saguru to blink a second time. He circled around his desk, staring. "There is food...on my desk," he mused. He set his coffee down and knelt, before stumbling backwards, eyes wide.

"There are vegetables fornicating on my desk!"

An officer hit a stop watch, writing a number down. "Alright, Ito had that he wouldn't notice until after his third sip of coffee, Arai had that he would use the word 'fornicating', and Tanaka had that he would fall over, pay up boys," she said, handing the three their share from her before going back to her work.

Saguru ignored the office betting, standing and staring at the food before looking at Nakamori helplessly.

"We have forensics on their way up. There was nothing else but the food porn."

"The going idea is that Kid needs to get laid." Maruyama said, ducking as Nakamori tried to smack him for that comment.

Saguru stared at the vegetables and was tempted to agree. Though now, knowing why there were vegetables having sex on his desk, it made sense on why it was on his desk. Bloody bastard.

"Any ideas of what the target is or where?" Saguru asked. "Or are we too busy discussing Kid's sex life?"

"Nothing yet, but research is trying to connect food porn and shiny gems," Nakamori said, handing Saguru the file they had for the moment on the case. "Not even anything in known collections of porn stars."

"What about clubs?"

"We're working on that now. Host clubs, dance clubs, anything that could even be slightly related. Give the...anatomy of the participants in this work of art, we're focusing on homosexual related clubs."

Saguru nodded, studying the sculpture on his desk. "Our best bet would be a host club, lots of movement, low supervision of the hosts, not to mention it's the only conceivable place where such jewelry could exchange hands or be displayed. Wealthy clientel."

"I'll have the boys downstairs look into that closer, any ideas where?"

Saguru shook his head, standing again and reaching over the food to get his coffee. "I haven't heard anything, but if it's done in a club..."

"It would stay there. Talk about your clients and you're out of a job."

"So," Maruyama started, leaning on his desk. "Should we sign Kid up for a dating service and get the brat laid? Might keep him out of our hair for a while."

Saguru threw a left out radish at the man, smiling as it bounced off Maruyama's temple.

--

"So, did things go well for you?" Akako asked, kicking her feet lightly, picking a carrot up from the work table and nibbling at the tip.

Kid looked up from the radish he was securing on a toothpick, his grin answering his question. Akako shook her head, taking another bite of carrot before looking at the costume on the dummy across from them. "You realize you're going to give him a heart attack with that, right?"

Kid turned, eying the leather pants and mesh shirt before shrugging. "No, it would give him a heart attack if he had to wear it. I don't think he would be comfortable in anything but his suits." He turned back to the vegetable bouquet he was making for Kaito's mother.

"Sooo, how are you going to get him to go with you after the heist?" Akako said, turning to the subject that had interested her after Kid's phone call.

"Well, I thought I would simply invite him, of course. Depending on how the heist goes."

"Kid..."

"Seriously, that's it," he said, setting down the bouquet and looking up at her. "It's a date, not a meeting that the world's fate hangs on. I'm simply going to ask him to join me and hope he says yes." His eyes darted to the side, hiding his nervousness over the subject. Sure, he knew Saguru's feelings towards him, and the pair already had an...enjoyable physical relationship, but things like dates and that were something normal people did, and Kid was anything but normal.

Akako reached out, gently grasping his chin and turning Kid back towards her, smiling softly. "I'm sure he will do whatever he asks you, my thief. He's wrapped around your little finger."

Kid smiled, taking her hand and kissing the back of it. "I do try my best, Little Miss," he said with a grin, before pulling her off the table and into his lap, resting his chin on her shoulder. "What am I going to do, Akako?" he whispered, using her name for once in their relationship.

Akako rested her head against his, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "About what, Kid?"

"Kaito, Saguru...everything and everyone."

"Depends on what you want to happen, my thief. You can't rush things, you know that."

"I know, but..." he groaned, resting his face against her shoulder. "I want to keep him safe," he whispered against her neck.

"Who?"

"I...I don't know anymore. This wasn't supposed to happen."

Akako smiled, lifting Kid's head so she could look into his face. "Love never follows a plan, Kid. And I know you can keep them both safe, and I'll help you. Nothing will harm them."

"Promise me?"

Akako smiled, kissing him softly before resting her head on his shoulder, holding tightly onto him. "I promise, Kid. So long as we can stop it, nothing will hurt them."

Kid gently pressed his lips against her cheek in thank you, before resting his head against hers, staring absently at the work table before them, his thoughts and ideas slowly winding down under the cool reason Akako gave him. He could feel Akako's fingers curling in the hair on the nape of his neck and he smiled, the soft tingles of her magic flowing over his scalp, relaxing him.

He could do worse, then having Akako as his friend and confidant.

--

"You're kidding me?" Saguru stared at Nakamori over the conference table, ignoring the...disgrace hanging from the hanger next to Aika from the special forces (though the woman's mad giggling kept drawing his attention. He was starting to wonder if the SF officer had gone undercover with drug dealers one too many times).

"I am not. You are a highly recognizable face, Hakuba-kun, this plan is the only one that would insure you get in along with the team, unless you wish to sit it out..."

"Of course not, and you know that, but why do I have to wear...that?"

"It's a club, Hakuba-kun, and you're there to play a part, thus..."

"But it's...my suits are fine for such a situation. Or even my other clothes!"

"You're seventeen, Saguru-kun. It's time you lived a little." Maruyama was smirking as he said this, ignoring the heat from Saguru's glare. "The rest of us will be dressed similarly, and this way you'll draw more attention."

"I thought undercover work was about not drawing attention?" Saguru said dryly, casting another glance at the hideous costume they had chosen for him.

"Not in your case, you're our main attraction that takes the notice off the other officers." Nakamori said, leaning back in his chair. "While the attention is on you, the others can slip in with little notice."

"Kid will still notice them," Saguru said, knowing his boyfriend wouldn't be distracted in the slightest by him entering.

"Then I guess we'll know who he is."

Saguru snorted before staring at his costume again. He groaned and rested his forehead on the table. "Fine, but I'm wearing it under duress."

"Noted, now strip," Nakamori said with a grin.

--

"I'm a shadow." Kid said softly, staring out the window at the city below. "I was born nine years ago when Kaito's father died. I was his protection from the world. For nine years, I've been waiting, watching, a shadow over Kaito's mind. We were...connected. I could feel him, see everything, even though I could never take control. I never wanted control."

"You never appeared now?" The woman said, making a note on her clipboard, before looking up at the teen before her.

"A few times, when Kaito needed something...needed protection."

"When can you first remember appearing separate of Kaito?"

"When Akako tried to kill him," Kid said softly and turned, leaning against the wall as he faced the therapist. "This was ages ago, but she was determined to either dominate us or kill us."

"This is the same Akako who brought you here?" There was a slight smile on the woman's lips as she asked, remembering the young girl who she had met before bringing Kid into her office. The way the pair interacted, it reminded her of two new lovers. Constantly touching, leaning close to each other. For a moment she had wondered if Kid was actually dating the girl and not the young detective she had met with Kaito, but there was something...missing from their interactions.

"That's her. Some how she grew on me." Kid said with a soft smile, reserved exclusively for Akako. "She's...she's the only one who understands me, who accepts me. Saguru still wants to catch me, to wrap me in protective wrap."

"Isn't that the same way you feel for Kaito?" The therapist asked, crossing her legs. "To protect him and keep him safe?"

"I..." Kid trailed off, thinking. "I guess it is."

"There's nothing wrong with wanting to protect those you love, Kid. I would do anything to protect my husband and children, even kill. Same you feel for Kaito, same I think, Saguru-kun feels for you."

"It's just...annoying! He's always in my way!"

The therapist smiled softly before making another note on her pad. "What about after the accident, what do you remember?"

"I remember...waking up in a small room, and hurting."

"Physically?"

Kid nodded. "And emotionally. It was...well, as if my mind was torn apart. Memories, knowledge, things I had been while living in Kaito were gone. I only knew my name and Kaito's name."

"When did that change?"

"After...After I broke Saguru's wrist. I spent a long time, just thinking, and they started coming back. It was...horrifying, to realize I had Kaito's body, that I had hurt our friend...that I couldn't protect Kaito from being hurt."

"Is that what separated you? The accident?"

"I think so," Kid said softly, taking a seat on the couch. "I remember the crash...and then just pain."

The therapist sat in silence, taping her pen against the pad of paper, thinking. It wasn't unusual for multiples to separate during a tragic event such as an accident, though she had never known a partial split such as what Kid described happening nine years ago, though there had been theories floating around about multiples existing long before the initial split.

"I want you to go home tonight, and tell me all your feelings on the people named here," she said, pulling a piece of paper from her pad and writing down a list of names. "Be completely honest, I'm not going to tell them what you say. I asked Kaito to do the same thing when he was in here. When I get both papers back, it will help me understand the differences between you, and how to best treat both of you."

"Both of us, I thought you were simply treating Kaito and I was helping in that." Kid said, confused as he accepted the paper, frowning at the list of his friends and family.

"He's not the only one, who needs healing Kid. You both exist now, and you have a life beyond protecting your partner. You need strength, support, and healing, just as much as he does." she smiled softly and stood, walking the young thief to the door.

--

Saguru sat at his desk, absently running the fingers over his right hand over the rough surface of his casted arm. Under said arm, were pictures from the Disney heist, including a shot of Kid bending Saguru's wrist back, an image that had prompted the detective to stare absently into space, stroking his cast.

He had known, getting into a relationship with Kid, that it wasn't going to be all fun and games. Kid had proven time and again he was a different creature then Kaito, no matter their similarities. Kid was more volatile, more passionate, more...a hell of a lot more then Kaito.

He didn't expect to be abused, though he was starting to wonder if that had been a mistake on his part, to assume he was safe.

He sighed, running his hand over his face and picking up the picture again, studying it. Kid definitely wasn't Kaito, and that was something that was attractive to him. But different also meant dangerous in this case, and Saguru wasn't sure how long he could put up with Kid's actions.

He refused to play the victim to Kid's forceful techniques.

He tossed the picture aside and stood, stretching, trying to focus his mind away from the painful thoughts and towards the night ahead.

"You don't have to go through this, Saguru," Margret said from the doorway, holding her make-up case.

"Go through what, Baaya?" Saguru asked, turning in his chair, gesturing for her to enter.

"You know what," she said sternly, setting her make-up case on the bed and opening it, sorting through the levels and drawers for the eyeliner.

"I know, and I won't. I just...we need to get to a proper level of understanding and respect."

"And when that doesn't happen?"

"Then...then I'll walk away. I'm not a stupid, whimpering little girl who needs her boyfriend to justify her worth, Baaya. I love him, but that doesn't mean my love is blind."

"I just don't want you hurt, Saguru-boy." She set down the eyeliner and pulling Saguru into a hug. "I'm scared for you," she whispered. "You both are fighting a game that could lead to very permanent consequences."

"Nothing will happen, Baaya, I promise," Saguru said, hugging her tightly. "I have it under control, I won't let him hurt me."

--

Kid's foot bounced as he studied the patrons entering the club, drinking in each guest as they made their orders and took seats at the small booths. He rolled his shoulders, ignoring the faint itching from the mesh top as it slid over his skin. A part of him made a note to put a layer of latex over his skin the next time he wore mesh while the rest of him focused on memorizing the faces of the guests and running them against his memory of the task force.

"Table One is Maruyama, Nakamori's assistant. Table two is that idiot, Itou...is he wearing feathers in his hair? Table three is...I have no idea, must be a new face, and let's see, here comes table four." Kid muttered softly, watching as a new face entered the room, before his eyes widened, drinking in the sight.

Saguru stood at the greeter's stand, smiling charmingly at the young woman there. He ran a hand absently through his golden hair, the light catching the strands of silver and blue that had been carefully dyed earlier that afternoon.

The young greeter's mouth dropped open slightly, licking her lips as she realized who was standing before her. She had never seen the young detective outside news interviews and newspaper photo's, and being this close, the smell of his cologne filling her nostrils made her want to jump on him and cling like a monkey.

Her eyes slowly traveled down his body, from the strands of silver and gold wrapped tightly around his neck, drinking in the honey tanned skin revealed by the tight leather vest designed and cut in a traditional formal suit style, to the black jeans that were snug fitting in all the right places.

Her eyes traveled back up, a smirk curling over her lips. "Here is your menu, sir," she purred, her hand brushing his as she handed him the menu.

"Thank you," he said, casting her an appraising look before glancing down at the menu, ignoring the girl's stare as he glanced at the pictures and descriptions of the specials of the night. His eyes rested on on two faces, intrigued by their talents before looking up at the girl. "How many specials may I partake of?"

The greeter leaned on her podium, using her arm to better prop up her breasts, staring into the heavily rimmed golden brown eyes. "As many as sir...desires." she purred.

Saguru grinned and plucked a pen from her top, his fingers brushing the curve of her breasts teasingly, before marking off three selections. "I will partake of these meals, then," he said, sliding the menu to her, his eyes locked on her face as he took her hand, kissing the inside of her wrist. "Lead me to my table?"

"My pleasure," she whispered breathlessly, taking his hand and leading him towards table four, sliding her body against his as Saguru sat before taking the number. "Your entree's will be here shortly." she said, turning to give the order to the back room, hips moving far too much to be a normal walk.

Saguru waited until she was gone before rolling his eyes. He settled back in the booth, stretching his arms over his head, the leather cuff around his wrist shifting slightly with the movement, pressing the pair of handcuffs hidden under them tighter against his skin.

He lowered his arms and glanced around, noting where his colleagues were and their partners. He tried not to smile as Aika sauntered into the club, her clingy dress hugging her curves beautifully. The bubbly, giggling officer he met earlier that day had vanished, replaced by cool, sophisticated beauty that poured off the young officer. If Saguru hadn't already known her reputation, he would have been in awe of the transformation, instead, he was simply amused, studying her as she made her selection and took her seat at the table across the room from him, lighting a cigarette as she waited.

"Hakuba-san?" a voice called softly and Saguru raised his eyes, blinking at the three men before him. He allowed a grin to curl over his lips, giving them a nod and gestured to the booth. Two of the men slid into the booth next to him, sitting on either side, while the third produced a bottle of champagne, pouring them glasses.

"Large appetite?" One of the men purred, his fingers curling over the flesh of Saguru's neck, lightly tickling it. Saguru smiled, his eyes going half mast at the pleasurable tingles, turning towards the man.

He couldn't have been much older then twenty, though he had an edge of youth that would appeal to many. His eyes were bright, his face slightly flushed. Saguru absently wondered what he was on before dismissing it as not of his concern. "Very," he said, smiling at the man, reaching back and seizing the hand on his neck, glancing at it before reaching for his glass of champagne, taking a sip.

His eyes drifted to the other two, studying their faces for a moment before his eyes traveled back down to their hands. His lips curled into another smile as he spotted the silver and gold band he had been looking for, the reasonably large ruby catching the light, reflecting it back. That was Kid's target, an expensive heirloom that a client had gifted his favorite host with to keep it from his wife during their divorce proceedings.

As long as he kept the ring, and the host near him, he doubted Kid would be able to snatch it, unless of course, he already had.

Saguru leaned across the table, lifting the host's hand, gently kissing it, studying the ring as he pulled the hand from his lips, assuming now that it was real as there was no sign of Kid's trademark that the thief left on his fakes. "Tell me about yourself," he said softly, remembering the man's talent for speech before leaning back, allowing the man's voice to wash over him as he studied the others in the room, eyes resting on the tables around him.

--

Kid slipped from the back room as the greeter gave him the sign he (or at least the host he was pretending to be) had been requested. He took a seat across from the young woman who was currently enjoying her ciggerette, studying her for a moment before smiling and kissing her hand in greeting. "What would you like to see tonight?"

"Whatever you wish," the woman said with a grin and sat back in the booth, relaxing to enjoy the show. This host was one of two whom specialized in table magic, Saguru had of course, requested the other. It was, in their opinion, their best chance of finding Kid, who never seemed to be able to resist showing off.

Kid nodded and slipped a deck of cards out of his vest, shuffling them. "Then I think we shall start with card tricks, as they are the most traditional."

"Lovely," the woman said, tapping her ashes and watching him shuffle, eager to enjoy the show.

--

Saguru laughed with the others as they watched their magician host do money tricks, enjoying the slight finger movements that made the bill in the palm of the host's hand fold seemingly on it's own. It had been ages since Saguru could watch a magic show without being disgusted at the simplicity of finding the answers, not since he was ten at least.

But tonight, there was just something about the host, about the night that made him relax and not look for the strings. Even the tricks he knew well were able to be enjoyed and Saguru didn't know how or why.

He raised his champaign glass, taking a sip as his eyes traveled over the crowds around them, studying each guest and host for a moment before moving on. His eyes rested on Aika and her host's table, watching the host for a moment, long, tapered fingers moving easily from trick to trick. A flash of metal caught the light and Saguru lowered his glass, studying those hands as they moved.

"Excuse me, gentlemen." he said softly, standing and heading towards the bathroom, passing by Aika's table, taking a closer look at the fingers now folding a paper crane for a trick. There was another flash and now Saguru could see it was a ring, decorating the thief's middle finger.

Much like the ring Kaito and Kid wore.

He smiled, heading for the bathroom. Once inside he pulled his handcuffs from his back pocket and checked the small gun he was wearing, which was a tazer as he wasn't allowed to use lethal force against the thief (well, he wasn't anymore, Nakamori apparently didn't trust Saguru after the detective had his wrist re-broken).

He slid the gun into his waistband, making sure it wasn't aiming at anything important to him before hiding the cuffs in his pocket, whistling as he exited the bathroom, heading back towards his table, passing Aika's.

He frowned, seeing Aika was alone again. He paused, staring towards the door. "Where's your host?" he asked softly, speaking out of the side of his mouth.

"He went to get a fresh bottle of champagne," she said, bored, not looking up at Saguru but instead towards the bartender, where she assumed she would find her young host.

Instead, there was a chilled, unopened bottle of champagne, with Kid's signature picture grinning up from the label.

"Dammit," Saguru cursed and ran past he bar towards the side door, ignoring the haze of sleeping gas that had knocked out the bartender and the greeter. The side door was wide open, and Saguru could hear the faint sound of someone running away from it.

He followed the sounds, dodging trashcans with ease, his long strides soon bringing Kid into sight. The thief was laughing, jogging lightly. Kid glanced over his shoulder at Saguru and turned a corner, the detective right behind, never even noticing as Kid's steps stopped.

An arm wrapped around Saguru's waist, pulling him into a shadowy alcove. A small body pressed against Saguru's and lips that tasted far too familiar slid over his, just as Nakamori and the rest of the Task Force went running past.

Once the footsteps faded away, Kid pulled away, glancing out into the alley before grinning up at Saguru again, the back door light of the building they were against glinting in his eyes. "Nice pants," Kid purred, pressing his body up against Saguru again.

"I could say the same, brat." Saguru said softly, sliding his gun away and kissing Kid again before pulling away, sighing. "Even if I strip you, I won't find the ring will I?" He asked, his hands sliding down Kid's thighs and around to his ass, checking the thief's pockets.

"Mm, maybe you should just strip me and find out," Kid purred, pressing his hips up against Saguru who pulled away again.

"Nice try," Saguru said, shaking his head.

"I thought so." He looped his arm through Saguru's, steering the detective out of the alcove and down the alley towards the lights of a busy street. "Come on, I'm bored and hyper."

"Where are we going?" Saguru asked, curious but not resisting, giving himself to Kid's insanity for the moment.

"We are going dancing." Kid said, laughing at the look on Saguru's face.

--

"I can't believe you said that to him!" Kid said, laughing, hanging on Saguru's shoulder, half from laughter and half from nearly falling over drunk.

"Well, he shouldn't have grabbed my ass." Saguru tried to keep a stern expression on his face but ruined it by snorting. He wrapped an arm around Kid's waist, sipping his drink, unable to remember what it was by name but found the layers of colour in it absolutely fascinating.

"Can I grab your ass?" Kid asked, nuzzling Saguru's neck before grabbing his own drink off of the bar, dripping a little onto Saguru's neck, lapping at the sticky droplets, his tounge sliding up to curl around Saguru's ear. "AKAKO!"

"What?" Saguru blinked, mind slightly hazy from alcohol and Kid's constant molestation of his body. He turned his head, glancing in the direction Kid was looking, before promptly inhaling his straw, choking on it.

Akako was on the dance floor, arm curled around another woman's neck, her barely clad body pressed against the one in front of her, one hand sliding down the woman's chest to her stomach before traveling back up. She turned around, this time pressing her ass against the woman's hips, body sliding sensually as she looked over at them, grinning, wiggling her fingers.

The woman looked up and Kid choked on his own drink, watching as Aoko nibbled her way up Akako's neck to whisper something into the young witch's ear. Aoko's followed the direction of Akako's glance and she blushed brightly, seemingly realizing the two boys were staring at them.

Kid smiled, downing the last of his drink before kissing Saguru's cheek and heading out onto the floor. "Evening ladies," he purred, taking Akako's hand and giving it a kiss, before pulling her from Aoko's arms and close to his own body, moving to the thundering music around them as he wrapped an arm around his best friend's waist. "Aoko?"

"She's cute," Akako said, grinning as she wrapped her arms around Kid's neck, pressing her body against his. "Besides, I don't pick on your choice of lovers."

"You would if you thought you could get away with it." Kid said with a grin, his hands sliding down to hold her hips. "But seriously, I thought she had a thing for Kaito."

"Mm, she probably does, but I don't mind being the rebound." She turned in his arms, one arm wrapped around his neck, the other sliding up and down his thigh, her focus on Saguru and Aoko who were now talking by the bar. "She's better then some of my past lovers, nice, sweet, kind to animals, doesn't mind magic..."

Kid smiled, kissing the curve of Akako's neck, wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her close. "Does she make you happy, Little Miss?"

"Very much so, my thief. Every time I see her face in the sunlight, when I hold her in my arms...I haven't been happier."

"Then I guess I have to approve," Kid said, pouting slightly at that. "Though if she ever hurts you..."

"I know, and I could say the same about your little detective."

"I doubt Saguru can hurt me."

"No, but he can hurt Kaito and that would hurt you." Akako turned, facing Kid again, looking up into his face. "You care too much, my thief."

"And you, Little Miss, worry too much. I have it under control."

"Some how I doubt that, but I will leave the subject alone if you wish it."

"Thank you, now, shall we go join our lovers before they start to fear we are running away with each other?"

"Aww, you mean we can't run off to Aruba and live in sin together?" Akako said, pouting. She took his hand and lead him back towards the bar, greeting Aoko with a deep kiss that left a blush across the brunette's cheeks.

Kid smiled at the pair, wrapping an arm around Saguru's neck. "What do you think, Sugar, think we should get a foursome going here?'

"No, and don't call me Sugar."

"Oh come on, it's cute. Besides, it's either that or 'Goo."

Saguru shuddered, giving Kid a dirty look. "I don't need a nickname, thank you very much."

"Of course you do! Everyone needs a nickname."

"I don't have a nickname," Aoko said, moving to sit on the bar so Akako could have her seat.

"Yes you do, m'lady, you are the fair and beautiful princess, ruler of all Mopopia."

Aoko giggled, sipping her gin and tonic, offering a sip to Akako. "Mopopia?"

"Mopopia, land of all brutal mop people, they're currently at war with Broomasa."

"You, my theif, are a very odd little boy."

"I do try, Little Miss," he said, bowing, and causing a dove to fly out of his waistband.

"Where were you hiding that?" Aoko said, leaning to the side and checking out Kid's ass as if she would find the answer.

"You don't want to know," Saguru said wisely, ordering them another round.

"Do you know where he hid them?"

"I fear that even attempting to figure that out would cause my brain to leak out of my ears," Saguru said dryly, sipping his drink.

"Come on, I wanna dance," Kid said, pouting at Saguru, tugging on his hand.

"So dance with yourself, I am quite content to sit here instead of having a spectacle made out of myself."

"Oh it wasn't that bad!"

"I believe having quite a bit of the club staring at us was bad enough."

"It was only five people!"

"That was far enough."

Kid pouted at Saguru, circling around the blond when Saguru tried to turn away and ignore his pout. The blond finally gave a heavy sigh before setting his drink down and allowing himself to be pulled off the stool and into the crowd. Aoko giggled, sliding down onto Saguru's vacant stool, testing Kid's drink before wrinkling her nose at the amount of alcohol in it.

"They're cute together," Akako said, absently rubbing her girlfriend's thigh, watching Kid and Saguru.

"I guess," Aoko said softly, stirring her drink with her straw.

"You're upset," Akako said, turning her attention to her girlfriend, tilting her head in a manner to encourage Aoko to speak.

Aoko rested her chin on her hand, nodding as she watched Kid and Saguru. "It's just...not the same. No matter what face he puts on, he's not Kaito. I...how can you stand this? To see him, walking, talking, doing...other things, with Kaito's body, while Kaito probably has no idea?"

"I...wait, you knew?"

"Of course I did, Akako. Kaito is my best friend, my brother...I would know him anywhere and that, is most definitely not him."

"Oh," Akako said before turning to look back out at the boys, shaking her head as she watched Kid try to molest Saguru on the dance floor. "He's my best friend, Aoko. He accepts me, and what I can do. He...He's my Kaito." She took a sip of her drink, looking back at her girlfriend. "Does that bother you?"

"Do you love him?"

"Only as a friend. Unlike you, I never fell under their spell." Akako smiled at Aoko before offering her hand, leading her girlfriend back out onto the floor.

--

"I do believe this is where we part, my fair ladies," Kid said with a bow, standing at the walk up to Akako's house. He and Saguru had insisted on walking the pair home when, at three am, Aoko had decided she was too tired to last another two hours for the trains to start running again and Akako had agreed.

It had been a fun walk, the conversations flowing from subject to subject as only drunken, rambling conversation's could, and amusing enough if just for Kid's refusal to walk on the ground like a normal person but instead on everything he could from street lamps to a high fence. Saguru picking a fight with an elderly man he declared was looking at the girls the wrong way had just added to the amusement (especially with Kid and Aoko attempting to drag the drunken detective away from the poor man).

Akako kissed both men's cheeks, wrapping an arm around Aoko's waist. "Be safe," she said, attempting to fish her house keys out of Aoko's purse before giving up and yelling something in English for her servant to open the door.

"I have my knight in tarnished armor, we'll be fine," Kid said, wrapping an arm around Saguru who was leaning heavily against the mailbox. "See you ladies tomorrow," he gave a bow and steered his drunken boyfriend towards the sidewalk again.

Akako started to lead Aoko towards the house, only have the girl tug herself from Akako's embrace, jogging towards the street. "KID!" she yelled to the boys down the sidewalk and there was a pause before Kid turned, tilting his head questioningly.

"Don't hurt him," Aoko said.

Kid blinked slowly, looking at Aoko questioningly. "I had no intentions of hurting Saguru,"

"Not him. Don't hurt Kaito."

Kid was silent for a moment before smiling softly at Aoko. "I would never even conceive of hurting my other half, Aoko-chan. I swear it on my honor."

"What good is a thief's honor?" she asked before turning on her heel and heading back towards the house, passing Akako to enter the mansion.

Akako watched her girlfriend before shrugging at Kid, following Aoko into the house.

--

"Food," Saguru groaned, opening the fridge and staring at the amount of produce inside. He blinked, grabbing a carrot before turning and raising an eyebrow at Kid who grinned smugly. "I had extras." he said, referring to his heist notice before pulling Saguru closer, leaning in and licking the carrot, wrapping his mouth around it teasingly.

Saguru groaned, pulling the vegetable from his lover's lips and pulled him close, kissing Kid deeply as he pushed the thief against the counter, produce forgotten as he lost himself in the pleasurable haze that came whenever he got to kiss Kid, hands sliding down to push up the mesh shirt, pulling it off of Kid before capturing his lips again.

Kid gave a whimper and hopped up onto the counter, wrapping legs legs around Saguru's hips, grinding them together and he un-zipped the leather vest, mouth moving down to capture a nipple, biting it gently. Saguru hissed and found Kid's belt too advanced for his mind to figure out, instead using the handily left out butcher knife to slice through the fabric, though it took a few attempts to get it fully cut. He tossed the strips away, popping the snap.

Kid returned the favor, before turning his upper body, ducking as he opened the cabinet over his head to grab the olive oil, slipping out of Saguru's grasp, grinning at the annoyed growl the detective gave him. "Tch, my turn," he said, and gestured for Saguru to lean against the counter.

Saguru raised an eyebrow, a smile curling over his lips as he conceded to Kid's wishes, bracing his hands against the counter, before glancing over his shoulder. "Think you can actually keep it up?" Saguru taunted, knowing Kid had more to drink then he did, weither or not he showed it.

Kid snorted, pouring a handful of olive oil, staring as a bit of it spilled onto the floor before shrugging. "Better then you can I'm sure," he said, using his uncovered hand to push Saguru's pants off, feet pushing Saguru's legs further apart as he reached down to work a finger into his lover.

Saguru's eyes squeezed shut, breath escaping him for a moment. He licked his lips, trying to control his breathing as he forced his body to relax. It had been far too long since he had been taken. "Want to make that a bet?" he asked when he finally thought he could without sounding like a ten year old, turning his head to look at Kid again, his breath vanishing as he drunk n his lover's intense, concentrated look.

"You don't have anything that interests me," Kid said, leaning in and kissing Saguru deeply, using the finger inside the blond to slicken the walls around it before slipping another finger into Saguru, scissoring them. "At least, nothing I can't already have," he corrected, his left hand reaching around to slowly stroke Saguru in time to the already thrusting fingers.

Saguru decided Kid was talking far too much and kissed him again, moaning into the thief's mouth as a third finger slid into him, the fingers searching until they hit the right spot that caused Saguru to bite on Kid's lips, pushing back against him.

Kid growled softly, sliding his fingers free of Saguru's body and using the left over oil still coating the palm of his hand to properly lubricate himself before gripping Saguru's hips tightly, almost a touch shy of painful, before thrusting hard into the body against his, both boys crying out. "You are such a slut," Kid hissed axs Saguru pulled away from him before shoving back, causing Kid to falter slightly.

Saguru groaned softly at the words Kid hissed out, repeating the motion, turning his head for another kiss as they both picked up a pleasing rhythm, ignoring the world around them in favor for the pleasure they seeked out.

--

Kid smiled softly, running his fingers through Saguru's sweat drenched hair, kissing the bare shoulder offered to him before slipping out of bed. He yawned, crossing the bedroom, pulling on a pair of pajama bottoms before sipping soundlessly from the room. He paused at the door to Kaito's mother's room, smiling at the soft sounds of her television before carefully moving downstairs, grabbing a pad of paper and a pen from by the phone, taking a seat on the couch.

He drew his knees up, resting the pad of paper on them as he tapped the pen lightly against the paper, waiting for his thoughts to fall into order.

Dear Kaito-

..I have no idea what to write, it's...hard, talking to someone who for all purposes, is myself. I guess I should stat with the basics. My name is Kid, not by choice but for lack of anything else to call me. I...don't know what I would choose if I had to pick another name, Kid just...fits. I'm...I guess you'd call me your other half. It's hard to explain, but I'm sure you've guessed that by now.

I'm your protector. Stop making face at the paper, that's really what I am. I'm the part that's always been after your best interest, though lately I'll admit I haven't done as good a job as I should have. I apologize for that.

I wish I could see you face as you read this, then I might know what to say. I...maybe I should tell you what's been going on while you've been...er...out, so that you're not confused. I took over while you were arguing with Saguru and Akako over them protecting you, I'm sorry for that but I couldn't stand to listen to it anymore. I did the Disney heist (and yes, I'll admit it was fun, if not my style), and then...well, some things happened and we won't go into that unless you really need to know.

We..I...whatever, pulled another heist tonight. A host club, a ring that's definitely not Pandora, but it wasn't where it belonged. Please return it to Mrs. Ayoma, whose address you'll find in the file in the room.

What else...oh yes, Akako and Aoko are dating now. Yes that was quite a shock, but they're really cute together. You might want to talk to Aoko, she seems upset. She knows about me by the way.

Saguru is upstairs in our room, sleeping off a night of drunken debauchery. You might want to offer him some aspirin and clothes when he wakes up. Yes we had sex, stop giving me that look, you would have too if you had seen him.

I guess that's it. Be careful, mon amour.

Je t'aime

Kid

He set the pen and pad of paper on the table before heading into the kitchen and getting a glass of water, taking a sip as he headed back to the couch, laying down on it and setting the glass next to the pad.

He closed his eyes and slowly felt his consciousness slipping away, sliding to the back of his brain as Kaito's conscious slowly awoke, slipping forward. Kid watched as Kaito fell into a natural slumber before closing his inner eyes, becoming the shadow he had always been over Kaito's thoughts.

TBC