Shinkai Oneshots

No Place called 'Home'

edit: this just some fluff with a very emotional Kaito that needs some love

The cold night air whips around Tokyo, blowing my white cape behind me as I look through the gem I obtained in today's heist. It's not Pandora, the red glow from the legend isn't there, yet again. A sigh escapes my lips and I lower my hand, clenching it around the jewel with a scowl placed on my face. Even the all too familiar sound of the door flying open accompanied by one pair of footsteps isn't lifting my mood.

"Kid, give up. Helicopters and cars from the police are covering all the possible escape routes on my command. You have no way to get away." The cold and slightly out-of-breath voice of the detective sounds from behind me. I hear him approaching me, his steps slow, but steady, making me turn around with no ounce of energy left to cover my emotions. He has a surprised expression on his face, soon plastered by a small smirk. What a sadist.

Jumping from the leverage I was standing on, I feel my fists tightening in restraint as he starts to approach me even further. "What's the matter, thief? Cat got your tongue?" Shinichi laughs slightly, an air of arrogance around him. No words leave my throat, not even a sound, I just watch him and all his movements. The flick of his wrists, how he sways his hips a tiny bit, the occasional twitch of either his fingers, eyes or eyebrows, waiting for any kind of a reaction from me. Well, he probably won't have to wait that long for it, judging by how moody I am lately.

His typical aura of a predator surrounds him, shining azures locked onto me with a calculating gaze as he stops a few steps short infront of me. The glint in his eyes together with the excited and ambitious expressions he always does would excite me beyond measure, but not today. It grinds on my nerves, upsetting me even more than I was just moments before.

"What, is that the thing you call a pokerface? It's highly inefficient if it doesn't cover up what you're feeling." His words strike me in all the wrong ways, sirens from the police beneath us wailing their warning as if they could sense my storm of emotions. I grit my teeth in anger to keep myself from physically lashing out.

But that doesn't stop me from venting in an auditory way. Oh, and vent I do - kinda loud and harsh, may I add. "What do you know?! Your life turned and you got what you wanted! Or am I wrong?!" My fists tremble under the pressure I'm holding back, wanting nothing more, but punch something until I'm spent. "Did you even consider the risks?! Not once, right!? Every single time not only my life, but also the lives of the whole crowd is in serious danger!"

"What do you do?! You don't even take the smallest of my heists serious! Stop chasing me if you don't even mean it!" My breathing is ragged and my whole body shakes from the onslaught of previously surpressed emotions. I feel absolutely pathetic right now, but also a tiny bit lighter after I finally stopped swallowing everything.

Shinichi looks surprised, his mouth slightly agape, before an unreadable expression covers his face. "That's not true and you know it. Tell me, Kid, how often did those men come lately? And when?" Confusion hits my brain like a freight train. "They appear less and less, though the encounters seem to get more difficult for me, they always come…" Realization. "…they always come when you can't…"

But why would they decrease their number of ambushes? What did Shinichi do to make them so jumpy? Even Snake is more on edge than he usually is lately. "The people that are after you and whatever your goal is are a part of the organization that shrunk my body."

"Ever since I could arrest almost everyone of the BO I happened to run into them occasionally." The detective approaches me again, his steps slow and steady. This time though I try to maintain distance from him, my back soon hitting the fencing of the roof. Only a few feet are between us now, but he still doesn't stop his approach, still going. Free from being clenched to fists, my hands grab onto the fence, helping me push my back further into it in a laughable attempt to escape.

Meitantei's breath warms my face, forcing me to freeze on the spot, only to make me turn my face away from him. His face comes even closer, but instead of doing anything inapproapriate, he just rests his chin on my shoulder, snaking his arms around my waist and pulling me into an embrace. "Wh-Wh-What are you d-d-doing?!" I stutter out, my heart hammering in my chest with how his breath brushes the sensitive nape of my neck. Heat paints my face with a blush.

A new onslaught of emotions is capturing my mind. Before it was anger, sadness, disappointment and a somewhat fury, but right now there is only confusion and this weird fluttering in my chest and stomach. It feels like a fire is slowly envelopping all of my insides, not burning, but all warm and weird, all of it coming from the guy that is currently holding me in his arms.

My trembling limbs are steadily calming down, my nerves coming back to a balance and my body slowly relaxing. It's not even the kind of relaxing my body usually does when I calm myself, it's the same as when I lie down on my bed, finally finishing the day. A breathy chuckle makes me squirm slightly. Did Shinichi just laugh at me? What a douche…

"You don't have a real home anymore, right?" His question surprises me, normally he wouldn't be like this, kind and caring about me. "A place where you can be yourself without having to worry about anything. You don't have that, am I right?" My breath hitches, my voice stuck in my throat. Is it that obvious? Even though I never showed a sign of what I'm hiding behind my pokerface…Or is it that transparent?

The embrace tightens slightly, hands carefully moving up my back. "It's probably ever since you had to take the role of being Kaito Kid. You can't tell your unknowing friends or relatives, because it could lure unwanted attention to you. And you can't show your pain and despair to the ones that know because they might want to hinder you out of their worry for you." Tears well up in my eyes, shivers and trembles coming back with full intensity.

Everything he has said is right. I don't have such a place ever since I placed this white hat on my head. My mother and Jii would only try to stop me from my heists, Aoko and Nakamori are basically my doorstep to prison, the same with Hakuba and Akako is Akako. I don't really have anyone I can entrust my fractured self onto. I don't have a home where I can be myself without worry of being caught.

My tears roll down my reddened cheeks, dampening the fabric ontop of Meitantei's shoulder. I press my face against it, my hat falling down as I try to supress all sounds, but I'm sure that he can hear my hiccups and shivering breaths all too clear. "It's okay, I will be your home. You can throw away your costume and hide in my arms, I will steady your trembling limbs. You can show your true face and emotions, smiles, tears and even anger, to me and don't have to worry about a thing."

"You don't have to be The Magician under the Moon when you're with me. You don't need your monocle or hat, just show me what you kept hidden for so long." He says, his voice barely louder than a whisper. Even more tears flow freely from my eyes, never stopping as I grit my teeth. "Give Kid and your true self to me, I will cherish them, protect them and always be there for them. In return I will not only give you that, but also everything I am. You won't ever have to be alone again."

My own arms inch their way around Shinichi's shoulders, shakily returning the embrace. I feel the other flinching slightly before he tightens his grip, his breath caressing my neck directly now. As my crying and trembling subsides, my body becomes fully relaxed and I lean my weight against the warm body around me. "…Thank you, Shinichi…" The answer I get is a humm accompanied by a kiss to my temple.

I wasn't able to register anything after that, I was still concious, but his warmth had clouded my senses completely. By the time I had a clear head yet again was probably the morning right after.

Sunlight gently illuminates the room I'm currently in, but that wasn't what brought back my focus. It was a certain voice. "Huh? I was pretty sure that box wasn't lying there before." I turn my head and shift a bit to look at the source of the voice and it honestly makes me smile with content. Shinichi sits right besides my pillow, one of his hands on mine, holding it with utmost care.

Azure eyes look at me with glittering fondness. "Good morning." A small tear slips from my eyes as a warm feeling envelops my heart. I never felt like this before, this protected and save, this loved.

"Yeah… Good morning."