Nymph of my mind

Weird 1

A teen detective, more hated than he was known, walzed across his father's library, in search of a book he was certain it contained; it would be like his father to have it. However, finding it proved itself to be difficult, despite the strict book system they kept, meaning that the only reason the book wasn't in its rightful place was because his dad didn't want it to be; and that, as ridiculous as it sounded, was something his father would do - hide it from him. He turned to rummage through the library; using some clues from the book which, if asked would make sense to be placed there, but were otherwise misplaced. He skimmed the titles of the books in front of him, one by one - putting some of them on his to reread list - and frowning slightly. That didn't work in terms of acquiring said book, to Shinichi's astonishment, the book not containing anything one might not want other people to see. Odd.

Not long after that, if Kaito walked into the library, he would find a 16 year old genius desperately searching through his father's desk drawers; as if he was searching for a hidden treasure, which was funny all things considered. But the young thief hadn't bothered to disturb Shinichi in whatever activities geeky detectives did, so he wasn't greeted by the sight of his beloved sitting on the flow, legs entwined and his t-shirt rumpled and his hairdo resembling that more of a bird's nest than actual hair - making him look more like Kaito than he already did. In that moment, he didn't appear to be Kaito's identical twin, he passed as Kaito himself. Not that it took him much in achieving that.

After going through 48 books, 13 notebooks with various mystery plots courtesy of a likely drunk author, and 19 textbooks all specializing either on poisons or the human anatomy, Shinichi was ready to give up on look elsewhere; elsewhere as on the city library or maybe at Hakuba's, considering that he did not want to deal with his dad's madness any longer. But then, when clicking through the pages of yet another one book he had no intent of reading, he noticed an envelope. Basic white, small in size and not looking as if it was ever opened before. What caught Shinichi's interest was a fine handwriting, almost artistic - as if it was written by a master of calligraphy -, barely visible in the left corner. "To another great summer", stood it written proud and load. At that point, there was a general idea in the boy's mind if what the letter might contain; that wasn't his mother's or his father's handwriting. So, either an extramarital affair of his father or a relationship that ended before his parents were a thing. Or, in a case of them breaking up and getting back together - which he was able and everyone else that knew them as they were to imagine 100% - them having other partners. The temptation to resist opening it was too strong; finding out about his father's love life would give him enough leverage for blackmail for years and there was also the benefit of knowing with whom his father was together before. It was a golden opportunity.

He regretted it as soon as he opened it. There was a photo that showed two teenaged men about the same age as Kaito and he in the backseat of a car, in an rather intimate embrace; kissing each other. A French kiss. They were off centre, his father in the left enge cornered by a man that looked just like him, minus the glasses. That man was evidently Toichi Kuroba - the father of Shinichi's own boyfriend. The side view of the two made things pretty clear; Yusaku's hand was burrowed in Toichi's hair, the author's glasses digging into the magician's cheek, their clothes all ruffled up, pressed chest to chest and Toichi grabbing the other's rear. The distinct lack of pants not worn by Yusaku was apparent to any blind person; he had his shirt hanging low, barely covering his modesty, but Toichi's hand which was going underneath it, provided a peek of the side view of Yusaku's derriere. If that wasn't the definition of passion without it being porn, then he did not know what was.

For a brief moment Shinichi wondered who the person was taking the picture, seeing as neither of them was seemed focused enough on anything beyond ravishing each other - and boy did ravishing occur on that night, he was sure. There was also the high probability that Toichi planned for it all along and one of his secret cameras was to blame for the incriminating evidence, but Shinichi scratched that not because it was unlikely enough, but because it finally sank into his brain what exactly he was looking at. What exactly was in front of him, laying in the open. His father, the same guy who was a loving asshole to him, was making out with Kaito's dad. The two of them were dating each other at some point; Toichi's alter ego and Yusaku being enemies was the same as Kaito and him. That they weren't enemies was a common thing, but a relationship and post heist getting laid was not. The more Shinichi stared, the more he could see how the picture came into existence after one of the heists; while no exact costume - they weren't dumb to have those pictures in existence -, it certainly contained more than enough evidence for the young detective's trained eye. Experience.

He had enough of looking; it was already hard to imagine for himself his father as anything other than the stoic man he was. Seeing him in what appeared to be foreplay, wasn't good for his health; he didn't want to see his teenaged dad half naked shortly before being taken by his boyfriend's dad. No one wanted to see his parents in a sexual context, especially not when the source material was so different from what their parents were actually.

After a long pause, Shinichi decided to give up on fretting at that matter.