Kaishin and the prompt: Kaito holding Shinichi's hands while saying "no matter what, I'll stay with you."
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[injury cw, blood cw]
“hey, hey. stay with me,” kaito says. “you stay with me and i’ll stay with you. no matter what.”
“no,” shinichi slurs. his voice is wrecked, a barely there rasp of sound. he’s not sure if kid can even hear him over the rain or the rush of his own blood in his ears, so he lifts arms weak with pain to push at him. “go. please, kid.”
kid can’t be caught here. he can’t. he can’t sacrifice himself just because shinichi got himself shot. he can’t. he can’t do this to shinichi, because if shinichi makes it out of this and there’s no kid on the other side, what’s the point?
what’s the point of any of it without him?
“i’m flattered, meitantei, but i’m not going to let myself get caught,” kid says. he tries for a signature smile, but it doesn’t quite reach his blue, blue eyes. he looks like he’s going to say something else, but instead he looks around himself, eyes narrowed against the rain, and says, “we gotta get you up off the ground.”
“is it —?” shinichi lifts his blood-covered hands from the wound to look, but kid pushes them back down, pressing them harder than shinichi is currently capable of.
maybe kid seeing him at his worst isn’t so bad.
“it’s through-and-through, meitantei. you’re leaking too much to let you keep lying down.”
together they inch shinichi up into a sitting position, and kid is at least courteous enough not to mention the little punched-out gasps that escape or the way shinichi’s entire frame is shaking from pain and exhaustion as he goes slowly, slowly up.
the bullet is in his chest, he thinks. or well, went through his chest if what kid says is true. hard to tell what’s blood and what’s rain the dark, when they both feel wet. thankfully the wrong side for his heart, because otherwise kid would have stumbled on shinichi’s dead body instead, and that — doesn’t bear thinking about.
“you’re not — not normally so quiet,” shinichi pants. “is this what i have to do to shut you up once in a while?”
“rude,” kid sniffs, not sounding offended at all. there’s a rustling noise — when did shinichi close his eyes? — and then a sharp pain in his back that has him gasping, just beneath the wing of his shoulder blade. “sorry, sorry.”
“now you’re — now you’re apologizing? are you okay?”
kid laughs. “i’m not the one bleeding out all over my cape.”
“that’s what you get for — for being so damn flashy.”
“guess you owe me some drycleaning.”
“next time,” shinichi says, and presses his hand over kid’s on his chest. “i’ll get it next time.”
“that a promise?”
shinichi knows what kid is really asking. he opens his eyes then, and meets kid’s gaze as evenly as he knows how. “it’s a promise.”
Kai and Shin watch the hip new Kaitou Kid anime, and nitpick all the mistakes it made in adapting Kid's Greatest Heists
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“i don’t remember this happening,” shinichi grouses. he’s sitting on kaito’s right, squinting at the television and sporting and unrelenting frown. “and i definitely don’t remember you being this sloppy.”
they’re watching the new anime — the one made about kaitou kid. the company hadn’t consulted kaito about any of it, which makes sense given that kid’s identity is still — well, secret. they hadn’t consulted him at all, and the inaccuracies are glaring, but between the two of them shinichi is the one who is most upset about it.
“i would have caught you if you’d done that,” he says as the kid on screen does a weird little rendition of kaito’s hang gliding dummy trick. he presses his thumbs into his eyes for a long moment, and then drags his hands down his face, looking absolutely fed up. “how has hakuba not caught you?”
kaito laughs and throws his arm around shinichi’s shoulders, dragging him in closer. the heat of his body is nice, and it brings him conveniently into teasing range.
“impressive! you know me so well,” kaito said with a grin. the last half hour seems to catch up with shinichi then, because kaito absolutely delights in the speed at which his face and neck go scarlet.
“shut up, thief,” shinichi says, but there’s no fire in it. he lets his head fall back against the couch cushions and sighs.
“it’s not so bad, is it?” kaito asks softly. shinichi senses the change of tone and turns his head to look at him. “knowing me well?”
shinichi swallows and brushes at the corner of kaito’s eye with his thumb. “no, it’s really not.”
