Phantom Thief Kokichi x Undercover Detective Reader Short Story: A True Rival

A True Rival

A little after one in the morning Kokichi began to ask where you were. A whole day had passed, and you still hadn't responded. He sent more texts at first joking that he was such a task master you ran away but soon he couldn't keep that up. Collectively D.I.C.E. without Kokichi's say so decided to look into this and see if you were fired from partaking in the case completely. If so, they'd send you a professional looking e-mail telling you your contract was not completed so you could come back and work for Kokichi still. Sure, you agreed to it under a fake identity that likely would be taken away from you once fired, but they didn't care.

By the fifth day you still hadn't responded, Kokichi knew he couldn't dillydally any longer. The item he had stolen from his last real caper had been returned to its rightful owner, so he needed to get to his next target. If he was going to make it for his next caper he was going to have to leave by tomorrow. He slowly began to pack up, occasionally checking his phone, only to be disappointed by no new texts from you. Truthfully, he did not have much to pack. He lived a rather minimalistic lifestyle, needing to keep a low profile and so moving would be quick and easy. Being an international thief meant moving house a lot, so having less stuff was just convenient. He never grew attached to the places he lived at, knowing they were temporary, the longest he had lived in one location since taking up this business was five months and that was in the very beginning when he was still trying to figure out what he was doing. Other than that... this time was the longest he had stayed in one place. Hiring a new person in an unstable environment was not a good start. There had been many people he had hired, none he grew particularly fond of, he liked them how one would like their acquaintance. It was nice finding some hidden skill of theirs and pulling some strings to get them a nice job. But... he never met someone like you before. You were a mess of contradictions yet still stayed true to yourself. Much like him. Never before had he met someone he was so instantly attached to like he was with you. Even things he associated with you pulled at his heartstrings, like the apartment. Since starting this career this was the first time he found himself missing the place even as he packed... He shook his head, trying to get the thought out of his mind. Moving was for the best. Because he associated this place with you, of getting in the way as you did chores, or cooking in the morning hours, or playing Yu-gi-oh to decide who'd clean the dishes or throwing out the pillow wall so he could snuggle up to you in bed, or simply sitting around laughing at one another or making fun of one another or simply talking...

Wait... what was he thinking about again? His mind kind of just wandered to you with out him even meaning too. Was he thinking about... YEAH! He was thinking of how because this place was so associated with you despite the pair of you spending the majority of your time running and bouncing around the city that it was best he leave this place, for it'd just keep getting him to think of you, like it was doing so even when he was merely packing the last tin of Yu-gi-oh cards into the box. Now... there were three more things he needed to decide what to do with. With all his personal effects packed away he sat on the sofa, staring at the Yu-gi-oh starter pack, children's learning Japanese book, and your clothing the fancy ones neatly pressed and folded atop the rather small pile. What was he to do with these? Obviously, you lied sometimes because you were undercover like your name, but you were rather blunt and honest in most aspects to an extent, like how poor you are. Looking into your old salary Kokichi was surprised you hadn't died of malnutrition a while ago. You truly were poor, and likely didn't have much of anything because of it. Maybe he'd find your address and send this to you with a note saying it was fun hanging out? Maybe invite you to work for him again? After setting up another box he gently placed the items inside. Whatever he was going to do with these, it would have to be delt with later.

Standing at the front door, it was not all that strange seeing the place so empty given he kept most of his personal effects in the closet-office. Still though, knowing he was moving made him a little sad. As he made his way for the airport he found himself daydreaming of you texting back saying you were just held in questioning for a long time, of him surprising you with the fact the pair of you were moving, of being able to poke fun at one another on the long, boring, tiring plane ride, maybe even chat with you leading the conversation about why you were missing then try to get your perspective on the phantom thief, did you find them dashing as they saved you, did you fall in love with them, oh my, it'd... it'd be fun. Maybe even tease you and get you to blush or laugh. Just... just knowing you were happy would be enough. At least just that. If you were happy where you were, he could find some solace in that.