Kaitou KID One Shots 2

Don't insult a Kaitou KID's abilities

KID stared in surprise at the tiny bit of leftover rope hanging from the window he had originally wanted to escape with. His gaze wandered up, catching sight of the deflated dummy just a bit further down the tiles of the roof.
A soccer ball had made it useless for the Phantom Thief.

KID admitted, this time he had been outwitted. How on earth was he going to leave? He couldn't possibly use his hangglider in this current. The snow storm did work well in tarning the magician's flashy costume and yet it made an escape more difficult.
"It seems I just cut off all your options to leave," a certain detective pointed out at the end of the upper level KID stood upon. This museum had been perfect to hold a heist. Stairs connected an open exhibition hall with the upper level displayed around it, working as some kind of podium. KID loved the ability to move freely and surveil every single spot without having to fear someone bursting around the next corner.
KID chuckled and pulled his top hat lower, his individed attention turning to the detective.
"In fact, I am mildly surprised. You improved."
"I'm flattered. Now would you be as kind to raise your hands? Else I'm pretty sure to find another soccer ball just lingering to greet you."

KID smirked again yet did as told, gloved hands slowly raising to shoulder height. Shinichi didn't trust this gesture at all.
"And please, refrain from using the smoke bomb within your right sleeve."
KID's eyes went wide for a split second before his pokerface slammed back in, the corner of his lips tugging to another sharp grin.
"My oh my... Today might be my final, eh? But do not worry Meitantei, I will keep appearing within your sweetest dreams."
Shinichi stopped in his tracks and stared at the thief, eyes comical wide in return.
"...in my nightmares, that's for sure," he dryly commented and continued his approach to his costumed enemy.
"Aw, you admit you're thinking about me~"

Shinichi snorted and finally reached the KID, slender fingers grabbing his wrists to pull them together, handcuffing him. Much to his suspicion, the thief let it happen with his best smile... if he wouldn't have known him, his utter appearance was the personified innocence just now.
"Of course. My deductions led me to something very interesting."
"So?"
Shinichi calmly reached for his headset, informing the keibu he had just arrested the KID- wincing at the tempered screech of both joy and frustration he made. The detective pushed KID with his back against the next wall to keep him from bolting, as he knew from experience simple handcuffs wouldn't be a match for him.
"In fact, you are a miserable thief," Shinichi began with a blank expression and watched to his joy KID's face darkening, "Thieves are meant to blend into the crowd. You stick out like a sore thumb. Thieves steal in secret. You have the blunt audacity to send us heist notes with time, place and date. Thieves make sure public never catch their name. You yell out your name wherever you can and stomp it onto everything you see. Thieves keep what they steal. You return it every single time."

KID's dark look didn't change the slightest while Shinichi's lips raised to a daring smirk.
"That makes a fantastic magician and stageman. But a thief?"
The smirk sharpened as Shinichi aimed for the death blow, staring deep into these cold indigo eyes.
"You suck, KID."
Said one had such a frown on his face the Beikan would have laughed. But all of his sudden, KID placed a kiss on those inviting lips and purred a dominant
"And you swallow, Meitantei," at his rival.

Shinichi's brain shut entirely down. His cheeks began to fire up a brilliant shade of red. And then, he finally snapped and jumped a step back, rubbing his lips with his sleeve, voice an octave higher in embarassment.
"Y-you bastard...!"
"And that is my call to go~ Farewell, Meitantei."
KID leaped out of the opened window he had been planning to use since the beginning, handcuffs nicely laid out on the window sill for the detective to find. Shinichi hurried to the spot the thief had vanished from and tried to make him out within the crowd, yet to no avial.

"Where is he?! Did you loose him?!" Nakamori-keibu bellowed across the floor, finally the backup arrived. Shinichi nodded his head in shame.
"Yes..."
"Search for him! He can't be far!" he spat with venom at his men who saluted and dashed off into all directions.
Shinichi's heart pounded so fast he feared a heart attack. He could feel the heartbeat within his throat, the tingling sensation of the brush of lips still on his skin.
That damned magician.
Why did his heart pound so hard?
Shinichi wondered if he wanted to see the thief again to get a little bit of more taste or to smash a soccer ball into this dimwitted face.