More Than A Gemstone (Kaishin)

Run for Time

I can make an escape by myself. But take him with me? I could just expose myself and throw a smoke bomb. But it would distract Kudo from the actual murder, and the murderer would find a way to escape as well. Sleeping gas? Maybe, but that'd also distract Kudo.

Kaito was glaring onto his plate, fingers interlaced with each other, mumbling along to his thought process. He had to get out of here while not disturbing Kudo's deductions. He had to find a solution, as fast as possible.

"Ma'am? May I see your ID, please? I just want to ask you some questions."
Kaito stiffed, eyes darting towards the woman onto two booths further, questioned by Kudo. He surely was going to go around for this.

I'm running out of time!

Indigos grew wide. "Yes, that could work...!" Kaito whispered and fumbled with his phone, sending a quick text towards Jii. He was good with stuff like this. He shot a quick, inconspicuous picture of his friend and sent it towards Jii as well.
He just has to make it in time here with a fake ID for him. Just some photoshop to cut out the background, random details, print it and cut it. It'll be quick.

"It just has to be..."
Kaito took a deep breath and sat back, leaning against the backseat. He couldn't do anything without giving himself away, and he hated it. What even about his face? Kudo knew KID was someone with a similar face to his own.
No. No he couldn't worry about this now. He had to be calm.

Kaito studied the face in front of him with a sympathetic smile. He was nervous, fumbling with his fingers, so very much uncomfortable in the tense atmosphere around them. Kaito could feel the fear seeping from him.
A gesture of comfort- Kaito slid his hand over to hold his, shooting him a smile.
He is relaxing again.

After a while of Kudo interviewing the other guests, Kaito's phone buzzed once to give the sign he so desperately had been waiting for. Kaito tensed. That was Jii.
How do I make it over to the bathroom? How do I make him stay?

Kaito made a small gesture with his hands to gain the attention of his friend. Indigo fixated forest green. Now how to do this. He has to remember this word.
"Stay," Kaito whispered, staring at him while slowly moving himself up. He froze, then shook his head, the boy had moved with him.
"No. Stay."

Kaito repeated the same gesture he had used beforehand to tell him to sit.
"Stay."
Finally, the boy quietly shrank back onto the seet, growing nervous by the second. What could he possibly await, Kaito was the only person who seemed to be quite nice.

How do I get past Kudo?

Him standing up from the booth hadn't gone unnoticed, and Kaito felt the piercing eyes of Kudo Shinichi drilling into his side. Well, that about sneaking to the washroom.
He knew Jii was waiting to pass the tiny ID through the window towards him. But what about Kudo?

"Excuse me, sir, where exactly are you going?"
Kudo's hand fell onto his shoulder and Kaito froze up immediately, alarm bells and sirens going off within his brain.
"To the toilet," he replied calm as day, "it has been a long day. Certainly you won't stop me, right?"
"Of course not," Kudo retorted, setting up a smile. Kaito knew it was fake, he couldn't imagine being happy in front of a murder.
"Although... I'd like to see your ID, please. Just to note down formalities, you understand."

Without any complaints, Kaito turned and slipped his ID into Kudo's hands. He could feel the gears rotating within his mind, and Kaito found while he was in quite a hassle, it was an amusing and fascinating view.

What a fascinating guy he is.

"...I see. Please, be on your way, Kuroba-san."
Kaito slipped the small card back into his pocket and turned with a swift movement around, marching quickly towards the bathrooms. From there, it was all too easy-
Jii slipped the ID through the tiny window in one of the bathroom stalls and Kaito took it with a whispered sign of gratitude before flying over its contents, drinking in its information. He had to be prepared to answer questions for Kudo.

Shinichi only threw a mild glance into his direction as Kaito made his way back towards the booth and sat back down. This place was crawling with police, Megure-keibu was eagerly discussing with Kudo and his poor companion was more frightened than ever.
Kaito felt a bit pity for him.

The magician couldn't help but feel the tiniest sting inside his stomach. Shinichi was in his element, questioning suspects and examining clue after clue. Right now, he wasn't searching for KID. He had a different goal, a different life beyond KID.
Kaito knew that and still, his heart sank at the view of his Meitantei's eyes shining with glee at every clue he discovered, so far away from paying any mind to KID.

I'm right here. If you'd put in a bit of effort, I'm sure you'd spot me out right away. You always did.

Kaito pried his eyes away and stared at the table, bottom lip pushed up into a soft pout. He didn't want to be noticed but at the same time, he kind of did. For now it was good nobody had seen him slipping the card into his friend's pocket.

"Kuroba-san, may I ask you a few questions? And you as well? May I please see your ID?"
Kaito smiled inwardly but gave him a calm nod while the boy in front of him stared at Kudo with the biggest question mark he could have possibly managed, right on his face.
"I'm sorry, Kudo-san," Kaito spoke up, distracting the suspicious detective, "he is a foreign guest of my family and doesn't speak our language."
Shinichi's eyebrows raised, sapphires going back and forth between the two parties. Kaito smiled at his friend and patted his pocket, motioning him to pull out the ID.

"...from Greece, hm? Welcome in Tokyo. I'm sorry your first impressions of our country is such an event." Shinichi's gaze, while sharp, filled with pity as he glanced up from the ID, before moving over to Kaito once again.
"I will have to question you, then."
"Of course."

Kaito smiled, calm, calculated. His eyes searched within Shinichi's for a sign he knew, but failed.
I hope we'll get this over with soon. We can't stay much longer without blowing our cover...