Addiction (KID×Conan/Shinichi)

Sweet Morning

The next morning, Kaito was earlier awake than Conan. He slid out of his grasp and searched for his corset.
Yes, Kuroba Kaito owned a corset.
It helped him hide wounds from his chest down to his hibs and this was the perfect time to wear it again. He carefully positioned it and tied it shut, tight but still gentle so nothing of his usual bodybuilt would have been disturbed. The young Kuroba slipped with ease into his school uniform and eyed himself a last time in the mirror.
"Perfect. Just..."

At that moment he remembered they had P.E. today. He needed an excuse to why not participate... A cold was just too easy. A twisted ankle? Was enough to exclude him from most of it.
Now, how could he act this properly out? He fumbled around with his secret stash and finally pulled out a new bandage. He had no other choice than to fix things like that.
The teen sat down and tried to bend forwards but his wound immediately protested and he ended up muffling a cry of pain. Shit.
"KID...?" a tired voice mumbled from the bed and the teen grew a sheepish smile.
"Sorry, did I wake you? I'm just getting ready for school."
It needed two minutes and another pained hiss of Kaito for the chibi to progress his words.

As if stung by a wasp, the boy shot up and stumbled over towards Kaito to stop this madness.
"Are you insane?! You can't just-"
"I need to, Meitantei. If I miss school today after KID got wounded, Hakuba is on my trail again."
Conan looked up, confusion sprawled all over his face. Hakuba? What was a Hakuba? Kaito allowed a gentle chuckle to leave his lips and leaned back into his seat, his wound thanked him for this.
"Right, you don't remember. He's also a highschool detective, from London. He's a halfbrit and sticks out like a sore thumb, I'm sure if you ever see him you'll recognize him. But Hakuba's the only one who ever figured out my identity... He just hadn't had evidence for his claims."
Conan lowered his head and nodded. And now KID searched for another reason to convince others of his immobility.

Conan sighed and knelt down between the thief's legs, patting his lap twice. The thief complied and shifted his foot onto Conan's thighs.
"I'll help you," was his only explanation until the child began to work on the bandage. First, he gently patted any kinds of crumbs off of Kaito's foot (god knew he had woken up in the middle of the night and had eaten cookies in bed) and skillfully wrapped the thief's smooth skin into a white bandage.
Kaito silently watched and suddenly, a tiny thought came into his mind. It was for a split second and the thief almost hadn't noticed-
But the appealing image of a certain teenager between his legs, concentration lasting on something else than his foot, definitely hushed across his inner eye. Kaito tried his hardest to keep a pokerface as a blush desperately wanted to claim his cheeks.

As soon as Conan finished his work, the chibi raised himself and watched the other closely.
"...do you need crutches?"
"No," Kaito fastly answered, "puts too much pressure onto my wound."
Both left downstairs to eat breakfast and finally, Kaito got up from his chair.
"Meitantei, I want to trust you with something."
"Trust me?"
Conan turned his full attention to the thief, surprise hidden behind his mug of coffee.
"Yes. I mean... You proved yourself often enough to me. Your alter person would have punched me for ruining your fun, but... I have friends who like storming into my house at most unfortunate times and it would be suspicious when you can't tell who I am."
Kaito took a deep breath and Conan watched with a pityful expression. This must have been extremly difficult for the thief, to trust a detective with his identity.
"My name is Kuroba Kaito, magician extraordinare. Nice to meet you," he formally introduced himself and Conan couldn't suppress that tiny grin.
"Kaito the Kaitou... any connection, perhaps?"
"Yes. My parents had humor."
"Your... father was the first one, right? A female doesn't fit into the profile. Regarding of what I have gotten of information of Nakamori-keibu, he hunts KID since way longer than you have been born. By the way... What will you do with the stolen goods?"
KID blinked twice and chuckled. Good deduction for somebody who had lost his memories, he had to admit that.
"Already done. I never keep the targets, I send them back to Nakamori-keibu."

Both chatted for a while until Conan suddenly pointed out how late it was and KID stormed out in a fit of curses. Damn. Conan frowned as he glanced at the breakfast table. KID hadn't made himself bento for today.
"Oh well... I can just bring him some."
Figuring out where a Kuroba Kaito would attend school was a piece of cake for the little detective.