Aka: The one where Saguru is NOT crushing on Kuroba (but might be crushing on the Kaitou Kid, just a little)

Saguru had begun to feel like the life of an internationally famous travelling teenage detective was... lacking in something.

A series of psych profiles of our favorite tantei (and one thief)

Saguru really should not discuss birthday gifts within earshot of Kuroba, much less directly to him.

Dreams are a window into other worlds, left behind in the clear light of day. But what happens when one dream reaches back across, and catches hold? Crossover with Fallen London/Echo Bazaar.

Kaito's daemon settled the day they laid his father's ashes to rest.

Saguru, it must be said, had a finer appreciation of humanity than he did of instruments, and of authenticity than he did of pretense. He frequented several places around Tokyo that, had they been in America, would have been called speakeasies by the layman only familiar with such venues from movies set post-Prohibition. None fit comfortably into such simple categories as bar, restaurant, or theatre; most had an unwritten policy of firmly ejecting uncouth parties. All of them featured vocalists, usually singular, in styles that were not so much 'forgettable lounge act' as they were 'Billie Holiday' and 'Norah Jones'.

Saguru's been asked to look into the case of a missing woman.

For a man who’d never seen the inside of a jail cell while he was alive, Kuroba Toichi mused, he was certainly spending quite a bit of time in them now that he was dead. It wasn’t that he couldn’t escape Walker’s fine establishment any time he chose to-- he usually did, after a while, once he became bored. But like any Kuroba, curiosity had always been his besetting sin, and the Ghost Zone’s prison was the place to find news and rumors of any type.

sequel to Read Humanus ex Machina

It had been a really, really, really, really long night, Toichi decided. What a heist, indeed. He was exhausted. All he really wanted to do now was crawl into bed and sleep for about two or three weeks.

Magic Kaito One Shot 'You! Figures you'd be asinine enough to show up.'

Complete - Kaitou Kid promised a heist to Hattori Heiji, and it's time to deliver. But Conan has been sitting on something and figuring out how to deal with it. When all collide at the heist, can things go well? No, of course not.

MK. It's not so much that she hates him, as that he makes her furious. Which is probably why she doesn't see it coming, until it's already there. Aoko/Kid.

MK. Things are seriously amiss in the Tokyo Metro. For the first time in his life, Nakamori dreads Kid's next notice. Sequel to Heavy Silences. Pretty Squad-centric. No pairings. Chapter 2 and epilogue posted.

MK. "Almost a year ago now, Inspector, you did me a favour. I've come to repay it. You need to leave the country now, you and your daughter." When the nets begin to close around the Black Org., Kid makes a visit. Follows Slip and Fall, but stands alone.

Magic Kaitou. "I came down," he says. "Let the girl go." An unforseen disaster brings about a long-denied truth. But all Kid really wants is to get away.

MK. Five times Kaitou Kid saves Nakamori's bacon. Not that the inspector would admit it. No pairings.

Magic Kaitou. "A round of questions. Seven days, seven questions. Anything you like, barring the one that I can't answer. I'll tell the truth, kaitou's honour." Kaito/Aoko.

MK/DC. "We would like Kid delivered by the 24th. For every day you're late, one bright face vanishes from the world." Children kidnapped, Nakamori has only one place to turn for help. Kaitou Kid. Epilogue: The end. Of a kind.

Prompt: I suddenly had a craving the other day to see an Animal!Kaito and Animal!Hakuba fic. Hakuba could be falcon (for watson) or horse (for his name). Kaito can be anything you like. Demi/half human form!

Koizumi Akako/Hakuba Saguru
Akako seems immune to all logic. He cannot figure her out - and that only serves to make her all the more fascinating.

In which Kudo loses a few last hopes, and goes further into Kaitou Kid's head than he ever anticipated. Now a series, as the fallout settles and things don't -quite- fade into the dark.

Conan: And I do NOT appreciate chasing MY OWN SON around doing the same stupid stunts your father pulled when we were your age!

In the face of a DNA analysis Kaito can't deny, he begins uncovering the rest of his family's secrets. Too bad he's not the only one looking.

Another kidfic! Detective Conan/Magic Kaito - Kid/Conan, black
It's a good thing his brand of crazy isn't the kind that's all that interested in immortality. (Where's the breathless exhilaration of taking insane risks if you already know you're going to be fine, no matter what? Takes all the fun out of it.) It's a good thing he didn't want Pandora as anything but bait, and to keep it out of worse hands, because he'd have felt gypped.

A familiar hand clapped down over Conan's mouth, an arm like an iron band scooping him off his feet to spin into the darkness. Padded metal clicked over his wrist, the watch snapping free and vanishing, then Conan's back thumped up against cold concrete and Kid shoved his other hand up to lock the handcuffs around it.

What on earth were Snake's masters thinking? "Oh yes, shoot Kaitou Kid on live national television," Saguru muttered, flicking his gaze up past his hand in the direction of Kid's escape, though the glider had vanished into the night. "That'll keep us out of the public eye." He made a disdainful sound in his throat, pretended it didn't sound miserable. "Imbiciles..."

[DCMK] A detective and a thief meet in a museum.

Kid's dress is soaked through.

He doesn't really notice, at first, kneeling in the mud by the riverbank, empty-handed and watching the paramedics load Conan into the ambulance. Their pulsing lights mingle with those of the police, Conan's little cohort clamoring at the ambulance doors and officers circling like sharks. Even that doesn't dredge up his instinct to run, drowned -- bad word, bad word -- as it is in the twist in his stomach.

Figures. Soon as I go bemoaning my inability to write... bang! Fluff falls out of my head. We all remember Kiss Meme: Calculating, right? Jounouchi and Hakuba keep falling on each other mouth-first? Well, if you don't, here are Pts. 1-6 and Pt. 7.

So did I mention this fic has a bit of CCS on the sidelines? No? It does. (In case you didn't catch it, it's Kaiba's "inhumanly patient secretary".) And sadly, there is no Jounouchi/Hakuba in this part, nor is it what I've been trying to write as Pt. 8 for months. But how could I resist this opening line?
Pt. 8

Conan discovers Kid's identity.

Dear Santa, I can explain, really. And none of it was my fault, not really.

When Kaito trips over a mysterious little girl messing with Hakuba, he gets caught up in a plot that'll shatter his world.

Aka: The one where Saguru is not crushing on Kuroba (but might be crushing on the Kaitou Kid, just a little)

Kaito blew out a breath. “Are you sure it’s not the same people? It’s possible Snake’s division was subcontracted or something. It’s not like clothes and codenames are conclusive evidence.”

“True…but their M.O., their styles don’t quite seem to match either.” The detective fell silent for a moment, thinking. “I don’t know. It sounds like we’re dealing with two different organizations. At best, different branches of the same group working in different directions.”

First part of a giftfic written for Ickaimp's "The Grey Zone".

Somebody had been in a morbid mood the day he wrote this, Kaito thought, chewing absently on the capped end of his red pen. The riddle itself was easy enough, with a bit of thought

Concerning destinies, legacies, and a dead man's joke on the world.

"Kaito." The spirit spoke again and Sakon felt himself relax. The boy's murdered father. Surely he would argue with his son's actions and put an end to this mischief.

prompt: Gender-reversal: Hakuba and Kaito, mutual exploration. Maybe they piss off Akako and get zapped with a spell? Whatever. They'd make cute girls.

”I still can’t believe that you invited me up here to discuss the latest Shonen Sunday series.” Conan muttered. He was still slightly wary, unsure of what to make of the invitation, or the offer of sorbet. But it seemed that the Kaitou Kid mostly wanted a chance to relax and talk, so he was holding off on using Agasa’s toys. And he had to admit that the Italian Ices were good, after sampling a taste of the Kid’s to make sure they weren’t poisoned. “I don’t care what your real age is, aren’t you a bit old to be reading children’s books?”

"Ran and I went shopping today. She wouldn't hold my hand through the crowds. If you know... if you understand... meet me where we first faced off. Please."

This is a followup to "Sympathy By Moonlight," which you may recall, and I may link to, if I can dig it out. Warning, religious concepts herein are from my fictional universe, and so may be offensive to people who don't like alternate takes on Christianity.

Conan hadn't come to the party.

Without any murders, disappearances, death threats, or thefts having occured during the performance or while Kaito and his fellow interns were packing up for the next night, that only meant that Conan couldn't have reached the theater at all, three hours ago. And although sometimes cases did take three hours to solve, something about waiting for Conan this time prickled in Kaito's heart like a perfect rehearsal would. One of the theater superstitions that made sense, perfection meant overconfidence, meant disaster in the making.

"Something wrong, Hakuba-kun?" Kaito asked innocently, looking down at his shirt. Blue shirt, white lettering, reading in English, "I did NOT escape. They gave me a day pass." Nope, nothing wrong there.

It was okay. She could do this. It was just like denouncing the killer, solo. She could practically do that in her sleep. Okay, so she'd only had three or four -- no, wait, there'd been the time with her grandmother up in Hokkaido -- five cases, then, where she hadn't had any of the Tantei there to back her up and cross-check theories. But still, she could do this.

Intelligent people need things to occupy their mind. Otherwise they start to find stuff to do...

[AU] Based off Magic Kaito Volume 1, Ch 3. Some Secrets We Keep Even From Ourselves.

What you do when you discover Kid the Phantom Thief in your bathtub? (finished!)

The morning after the night before. Poor Hakuba. Warnings for Drunk!Hakuba and induendo. *cackles*

Supernatural series. How exactly does one deal with a vampire detective, anyway? Take a trip to New York City for a family reunion. Crossover with Real Ghostbusters.

Supernatural series, following Hospital Visit. The boys go to DC, on the trail of Pandora. But things are NEVER that easy for them...

Third in the Supernatural series, follows Psychopompos and No Such Thing. Kaito takes a quick detour through the afterlife...

Nakamori Ginzou didn't believe in ghosts. Followup to Psychopompos.

Following on from where the profiles left off, this is what happened afterwards... as our boys each get a view of Cade. Now with actual plot!

A series of psychologicalpersonality profiles of our boys... with guest shrink Cade Maboroshi!

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