A/N: The Epilogue has finally been written! The final chapter of Friendship Status has been finished! With this final chapter, we will learn more about the villain. Why was he at the restaurant that day? Why was he interested in the Gosho Boys? What does he plan to do with them? Why was he so interested in Kaito?

These questions will likely be answered, although not all of them. Leave a little something for the sequel, right? That's right, you heard me! I'm planning on making a sequel to Friendship Status because I felt that putting too many chapters in it would make it boring. Although I am open to title ideas and how the story will play out. Since this story was mostly planned to be fluff, but got dark really fast and out of nowhere, the sequel will probably be more balanced.

During this break between stories and making up a good plot line for the sequel, I'll be working on other fanfics, like Excuse Me, Date Please!, which I haven't updated in forever. I also have a ShinKai story that I'll probably start soon so don't hold back with helping me out a bit. I plan on making it like the music video to You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift, but with deeper depth and more character development than the music video had. Kaito is obviously going to be Taylor while Shinichi is the best friend next door. I also decided to throw some Mean-Girl!Ran in there who will be playing the part of the stuck up girlfriend in the fancy red car. But I need your help to make it great!

Please help!

- Addict

Epilogue

Villains and Plots

A month later found Kaito standing in front of Conan's elementary school. The schoolyard was filled with children as they proceeded to walk home. His face was set into a pout as he tried to ignore the slight throb in his side. Thankfully, the stitches that Haibara had given him were holding pretty well despite all his restless movements. But, that wasn't the cause of his current mood.

"-should be more careful, Kuroba!" Saguru's face was pulled into a tight frown as he lectured the magician. "That man was very serious when he asked you to go out drinking!"

"The creep obviously had more than drinkin' on his mind. Did ya see the way he was lookin' at ya? He was practic'ly droolin'." Heiji butted in with a growl, clearly still steaming over the earlier incident. "Yer lucky we were there, Kuroba. He wasn' goin' ta take 'no' fer an answer."

His pout intensified into a light glare as he looked at his two friends. He despaired and rued the day that the two had decided to put aside their differences (for the most part as fights still weren't uncommon between the two) in the name of 'protecting' him. He also couldn't help but feel ashamed as he remembered the incident on the train ride here. Hattori had shown up early with Hakuba (probably under some secret plan with said blonde) at his doorstep on the morning he was supposed to have a check up with Haibara. Apparently, they both decided that he was incapable of picking up Shinichi on his own and had shown up to 'escort' him to the school. Begrudgingly, now that he looked back on the incident, Kaito knew that they had been right.

When they had gotten to the train stop, everything had been fine. He hadn't attracted any attention and the wait hadn't lasted very long before the train had pulled in. When they had boarded the crowded train, they had all taken seats close to the door so that they could get off the second they reached Beika. Halfway there, Hattori just happened to make a comment about a passing billboard that Hakuba had also seen. It had quickly deteriorated into an argument that Kaito tuned out as he rested his head against the glass. He didn't understand what they were arguing about so why listen, right?

Sadly, his rest didn't last very long.

Not long after he had finally relaxed, a shadow had formed over his head, blocking out the sunlight from the other side of the car. When he looked up, he had instantly tensed. A man, around thirty to thirty-five was leaning dangerously close to his face. His eyes roamed the teen's body, not even trying to hide the lust that resided there. He had looked Kaito over for a moment before moving his hand to try and cup Kaito's elbow, making the boy flinch away.

That's when it happened.

The man's face was suddenly replaced by one that was completely different. His eyes reddened until he looked like he hadn't slept for weeks and his face changed until it looked like he hadn't bothered to shave for even longer. His face was sunken in and he looked completely wasted, the perfect copy of him.

Suddenly, Kaito couldn't speak. He couldn't make a sound as that face drew closer until it was almost centimeters away. The sensation of the cushioned train seats was replaced with the hard feel of a brick wall. Kaito could feel his body freeze over as a nonexistent breeze chilled him to the bone. He was frozen. He was terrified.

"Don't worry, babe. I won't hurt ya." The man had a slight slur to his voice, although Kaito couldn't tell if it had been his own imagination or if he really was buzzed. "I'm a gentle lover. How about we go out for a couple of drinks. My treat." This time, his hand squeezed Kaito's wrist as panic wracked the magician's mind. This was bad! This was really bad! Not knowing what else to do, Kaito let out a small whimper, his frenzied mind refusing to cooperate with reason. He was Kaito Kid! He shouldn't be afraid of this man. So why was he trembling?

Taking his whimper as consent, the man had stood, attempting to drag Kaito towards the door. Kaito tried to resist, but his strength seemed to abandon him. However, before his would-be kidnapper could do anything, he suddenly went flying to the ground, almost knocking over an old woman.

Snapping his head towards his right, Kaito was greeted with the sight of a red faced Hattori. Steam was practically flying out of his ears as he stomped over to where the man had fallen, intent on giving the pervert a piece of his mind. Suddenly, Kaito found his face suddenly buried in black fabric. He tensed at first, expecting another pervert, but then heard a voice that sounded like heaven over the sound of the blood that was rushing through his ears.

"Kaito, calm down. You need to breathe."

It was then that he recognized the voice belonged to Hakuba. When had he started calling him by first name? Breathe? Was he not breathing? Was that why his lungs were burning? Was that why his vision was blurring?

"You're hyperventilating. You need to calm down and breathe or else you'll black out." Hakuba said. His voice was soft but firm, the kind that one used when they were trying to calm down a crying child. Strangely, instead of being able to be offended, Kaito found himself clinging to that voice. He tried to do what the blonde said and, after a moment, finally succeeded in calming his breathing down.

"That's good, Kaito." Hakuba said encouragingly. "Just breathe." Slowly, the trembling went away, leaving a mentally and emotionally exhausted phantom thief resting in the detective's arms. Where had that numbing fear come from?

Carefully, Saguru pulled away until he was looking Kaito straight in the eye. Kaito's eyes were half lidded with sudden lethargy and his breathing was slow and deep. But his eyes still looked misty, wet with unshed tears. "I knew it," he mumbled. "You have PTSD."

Huh?

Kaito watched as his friend's jaw clenched. That was never a good sign.

For the rest of the ride, Hakuba held Kaito close as Hattori kept an eye on the man. He had his phone to his ear as he talked with the police department with obvious venom in his voice. From what Kaito could make out, they would be waiting for them at their stop and would arrest the man as soon as the train pulled in. The rest was all a blur as they made their way to their destination.

By the time they reached the school, Kaito had been able to pull his Poker Face back into place. This seemed to upset both Hakuba and Hattori and lead to their current situation.

"Kaito-niichan!"

Spinning around (and hiding a wince as his side twinged) Kaito smiled brightly as he spotted his 'cousin' rushing towards him from the school. It took a little bit of dodging, but soon enough, Shinichi finally reached his friends. Not missing a beat, Kaito immediately swooped the detective into his arms. Shinichi always had a way of bringing Kaito back down to earth when he started freaking out (although it seemed that Hakuba had gained that ability as well; was Shinichi teaching him?).

Pushing the thought to the side, he gave Shinichi his best pout as he whined, "Co-chan! Haku-chan and Hattori are bullying me!" Smirking at his cousin's childish behavior, Shinichi countered with, "Well maybe if you could learn to turn off your little 'molester magnet', they would finally lay off." Pouting, Kaito turned away with an exaggerated huff. However, it didn't escape Shinichi's notice when his arms tightened around his waist.

Smiling sadly, the pseudo child raised his hand to Kaito's cheek, the familiar and comforting feeling causing Kaito to turn back to him. His eyes were dark with an emotion that clearly spoke volumes of his feelings. Trepidation, confusion, and even something that was unreadable. It wasn't anger or sadness, but it definitely wasn't caution. Was it paranoia? Was Kaito that scared that the event would repeat itself again if he dropped his guard even a little bit? The thought made something unpleasant unfurl in Shinichi's stomach.

Looking deep in Kaito's eyes, he tried to get his message across. "I swear Kai," he whispered, "that I will never let another pervert touch you again." The magician's eyes widened as he stared into bright tanzanite. The sound of agreement from the other detectives caused his jaw to drop. They really were going to stand up for him, keep the hands that he feared so much from ever coming into contact with him again. His eyes softened as his mouth curved into a grateful smile. He may have a very troublesome curse, but he had even greater friends to watch his back.

A thought suddenly came to Shinichi's mind as he remembered what they were there for. "Oi, Kaito. We need to hurry or else you're going to be late for your appointment. You know Haibara will kill us if you're late." Then he added, almost as an afterthought, "Again." Kaito found it in him to pout playfully, putting his puppy dog eyes to good use. He almost snickered when he saw Shinichi's eye twitch.

"If you go to the appointment, I'll let you eat the rest of that monstrosity you call a cake." This time, Kaito blushed as he scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. If anyone saw him now, Shinichi thought, he'd probably get jumped again. The thief was just too cute for his own good. He and his fellow sleuths really had their work cut out for them.

"I already ate the last of it last week." Kaito admitted. Well darn, there went that plan. Mulling over his options, he smirked as he remembered something else that he knew the phantom wouldn't be able to resist. "Then how about ice cream. If you go, I'll treat you at Tetsuya-ojisan's place." Kaito immediately perked up at the sound of the elderly man's name. Ever since they had ice cream there after the Kendo Match Incident, Kaito had practically made it a tradition that they visit once a week. Sadly, this usually left Heiji out since he couldn't just fly down every week.

"What are we waiting here for?!"

That was the only warning Shinichi had before Kaito was suddenly rushing down the street. Behind them, he could hear Hakuba shouting something about slowing down and pulling stitches.

The streets bustled with activity as people rushed to and fro. It was the same routine as everyday. Nothing unusual.

Pulling around a corner, a black limousine pulled up in front of a large black tower. The tinted windows made it impossible to see inside as the driver exited the car, a man who looked to be in his late fifties. Walking around the front of the car, the elderly man opened the door at the very end as he bowed, both with respect and fear. He knew it was a bad idea to get on Sachō's bad side. Disrespecting him was an easy way to get on it.

As if oblivious to his employee's discomfort, a youthful and handsome young man stepped out of the car. His black business suit was perfectly pressed and his longish dark hair was jelled stylishly away from his face, his trusty umbrella by his side. Dark eyes stared ahead as he wore a confident grin on his mature features. He was the perfect image of a model that would make any girl swoon.

Instead of acknowledging his driver, the man made his way into the tower. The guards, big men who could pass for Americans, stood vigilant and firm. They bowed to their boss before returning to their watch. Entering the lobby, the man was greeted with the sight of his lovely secretary, a beautiful woman with long blonde hair. Her blue eyes were sharp as she greeted her employer.

"Welcome back, Himuro-sachō."

Barely casting a glance towards his secretary, the CEO, Himuro Kazuto, made his way towards the elevator.

"W-Wait! Sachō! You have an appointment this afternoon."

He barely made a sound of acknowledgment as he called the elevator. She was going on to say something else, but by now, Himuro had blocked her out. When the doors finally opened, he immediately stepped inside and pressed the button for the top button.

He ignored how how the woman tried to get his attention and pulled out his phone once again, barely registering the doors closing. Despite all of his efforts, he had yet to figure out everything he could about the four boys he saw a month ago. Digging up information on the Brit and the hot headed one had been easy, but something was off about the other two.

He couldn't get anything on Edogawa Conan. He had used all of his resources, but the only thing he could find was the boy's transfer papers to his current school, his birth certificate, and his current residence. There was literally no other information on the boy, which was strange considering his age and his obvious intelligence. There should be all sorts of reports about a child genius, but his grades had, surprisingly, been pretty average and no one ever seemed to say anything about how smart the child was. It was like the boy was actually trying to hide how smart he was. But why?

There was also the problem with the mystery teen. Without a good look at his face, he was left in the dark about who he could be. Without any info, the brunette would remain a wild card. He had tried to find the teen for a couple of weeks, but it was like he had disappeared off the face of the earth.

The theory he created all those weeks ago resurfaced. They had all been crowded around the fourth boy with what could have been frantic concern. He also knew that, because of recent hospital reports, that a teenager hadn't been admitted with any wounds. What were they hiding? It was obvious, without any question, that the boy seemed to be the glue that held them all together. It was the only reason he could think of Hakuba Saguru, who lives all the way in Ekoda, coming to Beika for such frequent visits when he had literally next to no ties to Edogawa or Hattori. He hadn't found any files or pictures that proved that Hakuba and Edogawa even interacted outside of heists.

If he wanted to obtain those boys, he had to figure out more about them.

He forced himself to shake the thoughts aside when he realized that he was fast approaching the top floor. Time really does fly when you're having fun, he thought idly. This challenge was just what he needed, but it would have to wait until after his appointment.

However, when he entered his penthouse office, a charming smile on his face, the last thing he expected was to find his older brother, Snake, waiting on his lush sofa. He dropped his calm and cool attitude, smiling slipping off his his face and a light scowl taking its place.

"And to what do I owe this visit, Aniki?"

The sarcasm in his voice was almost tangible.

Smirking like the irritating bastard that he was, Snake just relaxed against the couch. In a voice that practically oozed self confidence, he said, "Oh, nothing really. Just needed a new gun was all and thought that my generous baby brother might have something for me."

"And what, might I ask, became of the gun I gave for your last failed attempt at getting rid of Kid-san?"

To Himuro's twisted delight, the smirk was wiped clean off of his older brother's face. He growls with a look of pure contempt on his face. "That doesn't matter," he said darkly. His voice had that dangerous edge to it that meant he was about to get violent.

"It would be better for you to be more careful, Aniki." Himuro was sure to let the condescension show in his tone. It was about time that Snake stopped acting all high and mighty and actually thought for once. "The higher ups are starting to get fed up with your incompetence and I may not be able to bail you out next time."

Quickly growing irritated with his brother's smugness and wishing to change the subject, Snake asked, "Whatever. What about that experiment of yours? That drug you guys were developing?"

Allowing the shift in direction, Himuro sighed. "Sadly, the test subject had to be disposed of." At Snake's confused expression, he continued, "It got loose a month ago and attacked a teenage girl." He ignored the man's shocked look as he went on. "The police even showed up! When I got there, I thought that I would be able to get some information from the test subject, but it was knocked out cold. It wouldn't wake up no matter what I did! Eventually, I just got rid of the body. Too much trouble. But I did let them find the girl."

He said all of this with a look of disappointment on his face. He had such high hopes for the experiment, but it ended up causing too much trouble.

"How did he even get loose?! I thought you had him under surveillance!" Snake was very surprised that the man had even gotten out. His brother had guards watching the guy twenty-four seven! How did he get out of containment?

"There are still many effects of the drug that we have yet to discover," Himuro said simply. "We don't know what happened since it killed the guards as well. We had planned to install cameras the next day, but it got away too soon."

"Are you going to drop the experiment and go back to apotoxin?"

Himuro actually scoffed at that. "I've actually decided to continue."

"But why?!" Snake demanded. This was crazy! What if more of those freaks got loose and started to attack people? The Organization would be at risk!

"It was because of the experiment that I found something very interesting." Himuro turned and looked his brother in the eye, almost causing him to flinch away. The man's eyes were filled with intent. It was so intense that Snake actually felt a little sorry for whatever had caught his brother's attention.

"Do you know of Hakuba Saguru and Edogawa Conan?"

The sudden question caused Snake to blink. What was he getting into this time?

"I saw both of them along with Hattori Heiji and an unsub while I was looking for the experiment." His eyes were alight with interest as he prattled on. "They were the ones who found and defeated the test subject. It was truly remarkable. It was the gathering of the brightest young minds in the world! Do you know what this means?"

A look of wonder took over Snake's face as he watched his brother mumble to himself under his breath. This was the first time in years that he had seen something really catch his brother's interest to such an extent. When Himuro had first started in the yakuza as an information broker, he had been completely committed to his work. However, as time went on, he got better and better at his job until he eventually started to find it boring.

Then he decided to get mixed up in the Organization soon after Snake himself had joined and that look had returned to his eye. It didn't last long, however, when he mostly spent his time doing what he always did and gathered information on the Organization's targets. It was the same old routine, information, sleep, eat, bail Snake out again, and then the cycle would repeat itself and continue. Since he did his job so well, the higher ups favored him over most of the older members, but Himuro was actually planning to leave eventually. He had enough dirt on the Organization that if they tried to get rid of him, he could expose them to the entire world in less than a minute. He truly was a frightening man.

"So...," Snake started uneasily. "What does the fourth brat look like?" Might as well try and pretend to be interested before embarrassing pictures of him were sent to every single BO member across the world again. It took him three years to earn his respect back. Although others would argue he never had it to begin with.

Himuro hummed as he pulled up the mental picture of the teen again. "He was thin, but not unhealthily so and was of average height, if not a little on the tall side, and had longish brown hair. Sadly, I didn't get to see his face." He would bet his entire company that he had a beautiful face. He blinked at the unexpected thought.

Oblivious to his brother's inner struggle, Snake tried to think if he knew anyone with that type of profile. A teen with a thin form that hung around detectives? After a moment, he suddenly remembered seeing a boy with brown hair arguing with Hakuba Saguru at a heist. With a sinister grin he turns back to his brother, who was pacing a grove into the floor.

"I know where you can find all of those boys."

Himuro froze and turned to give his brother a look. The kind that read 'if you're lying, I will disembowel you'. Those boy's were so screwed.

"I'll only tell you if you agree to give me a new gun."

Didn't see that coming, Himuro though sarcastically. But if he didn't agree, he'd have to wait for who knew how long until he finally found something. But if Himuro had one weakness, it was that he was impatient when it came to getting what he wanted, especially information. The last thing he needed was something going on in his turf and not knowing what it was.

Definitely so if it involved the brightest minds in modern times gathering in his city. While it was indeed very interesting, it was just as dangerous. Especially if they had that wild card on their side.

With a defeated sigh he caved in and said, "Fine, I'll get you your stupid gun."

Snake smirked. He knew his brother would give. After all, his greatest weapon was also his greatest weakness. "Well, it just so happens, dear brother of mine," at this Himuro glared, but Snake ignored him, "that I've actually seen Hakuba, Edogawa, and that mystery teen of yours at heists quite often." A gleam entered Himuro's eyes, letting Snake know that he definitely had his attention now. "If all of the detectives are starting to get all chummy, the chances that all of them will show up has definitely increased."

Just as Snake expected, Himuro took the bait. "So you know who the boy their hanging out with is?" He scoffed. "Of course I do! It's kind of hard not to." The glare returned to his brother's face with a vengeance. That was never a good thing. "His name is Kuroba Kaito, the son of our very own Kuroba Toichi." The glare disappeared and was quickly replaced with a look of surprise.

To say that Himuro was nonplussed about the teen being the son of their current target would be the understatement of the century. But, that meant that if he was the son of the Kuroba Toichi himself, the master of disguise with a ridiculously high IQ and who spoke several different languages, was it possible that the boy was also a genius? The genetics were definitely there. He also had to wonder if the boy knew who his father was. Did he know his father was running around at night or did he still think his father was dead?

Deciding that he would be finding out soon enough, he turned back towards the elevator and pulled out his cellphone. He had an appointment to make with a certain architect first.

Behind him, he heard his brother squawk, "Oi! We made a deal! Where's my gun?!"

Not bothering to turn around, Himuro dug his hand into his suit pocket and pulled out a plain looking remote. Pressing the red button, the only one on it, the sounds of heavy doors sliding opening filled the room. The wall to the left of the desk and right across from the couch split open like a garage door. Beyond the hidden door was a room filled with every type of gun ever created. They covered the walls and sat on display cases that barely left any room to walk.

He didn't have to look back to know that his brother's jaw had hit the floor, but he did smirk when he heard a low whistle.

"Take more than one and I'll cut your hands off."

Snake shuddered at the sickly sweet tone his brother used. He was being dead serious. How was he even related to such a psychopath?

Once he was alone in the elevator, Himuro let himself think over the one piece of information that he never told his idiotic brother. That day on the streets, when he saw the boy's unconscious form in Hakuba's arms, he had felt a strange sensation come over him. It was like his heart was suddenly beating twice as fast and his eyes couldn't tear away from that lithe body. He had felt the overwhelming urge to just reach out and take the teen for himself. He had wanted to possess him.

He let a amused grin come to his face.

Soon, that would become a reality.

On the other side of Beika, Kaito shuddered.

"Jeez, Kaito," Shinichi laughed from his seat next to him. "Calm down on that ice cream before you freeze yourself from the inside out." Kaito turned to look at his cousin's shrunken face. His eyes were alight with warmth and he had a huge smile that threatened to split his face in half. Across the table, Hakuba and Hattori were trying to hide their snickering, but were failing miserably.

"R-Right."

He couldn't bring himself to tell them that the sudden chill in his veins had nothing to do with the ice cream. He didn't want to ruin this.

Taking his chocolate ice cream into his plastic spoon, he dipped it onto Shinichi's nose. He laughed when the boy have a yelp at the sudden cold and quickly tried to wipe it of with a napkin. The other boys, along with Tetsuya-ojisan (who was still standing at the kiosk next to their table), erupted with laughter.

Kaito smiled as he took in his friend's smiling faces and Shinichi's false threats.

No, he didn't want to ruin this.

A/N: Holy mackerel! This took forever! With this story finished, I can continue Excuse Me, Date Please! in peace!

I kind of hit a road bump while trying to write this chapter. It was really hard to try and portray the relationship between Himuro and Snake. I tried to go for Himuro believing himself to be above his brother and always trying to one up him. He tries to make sure that Snake knows that he could just as easily leave his brother to be killed if he gets on his bad side, a fact that Snake obviously remembers very well.

The beginning scene was to show that Kaito didn't come out of the Alley Incident unscathed. While he came out with only stab wound physically, it messed with him psychologically. I know the feeling of being pinned against something while the other person's intentions weren't exactly pure. I still can't stand to be pinned today, even if the other person was just playing. But, that's what happens when a crazy woman is trying to choke you to death, right? Whatever.

The point is that the resulting trauma makes it so that Kaito goes back to that moment whenever someone gets a little pushy with trying to touch him or gets too close to his face without his consent. How will he deal with it now?

Drop me a review and let me know what you guys think! Don't hold back with ideas for the sequel!

- Addict