Written for the Writing Survivor challenge on SHINE...we were allowed to pick any fandom, and have to complete a daily prompt/challenge by the daily deadline in order to stay in the game. I chose Detective Conan/Magic Kaitou...this is the first entry.

Words: 1,430
Character(s): Kaitou Kuroba (Kaitou Kid), Aoko Nakamori, mentions Shinichi Kudou
Pairings: Slight Kaitou/Aoko
Raiting: G
Prompt: #1; "My bathroom is too small for dancing."
Disclaimer: Not mine!! Gosho Aoyama owns all!
Notes: "keibu" means "inspector"; this takes place after my fic, "Rebirth"

Jailbird

"The biggest news of the week is the capture of the illustrious thief, Kaitou Kid, by high school detective Kudou Shinichi. Kid is currently being held in prison as he awaits a trial for his crimes and unmasking. He doesn't seem disappointed in his capture, much to our amazement. There are thousands of Kid supporters shouting for the release of the thief, while Nakamori-keibu is working out the dates of the unmasking…"

A girl of about 17 years of age with brown hair that went down to the small of her back and blue eyes snorted and turned off the evening news. "It's about time he was caught! Now dad won't be so stressed out about capturing him!"

The girl, who was named Aoko Nakamori, paused at that thought. "Then again…he seems a little disappointed that he won't be able to chase him around anymore. Dad sure is strange."

Aoko went up the stairs of the house to the second floor, intent on going to bed. She had already gotten washed up, and was dressed in a pair of yellow flannel pajamas with pink stars on them.

Yet, when she opened the door to her room, she knew something was wrong.

The less obvious thing would be the slight breeze that was in her room when she knew she had closed the window prior to watching the late night news..

Yet, it was wide open…and not only that, but the moonlight illuminated the white clad figure that sat on her windowsill.

Anyone and their cat could have recognized the person that sat idly on her sill.

White suit, blue collared undershirt, red tie, white top hat, monocle that covered his right eye, dark brown hair, white shoes…

…it was the infamous Kaitou Kid.

Otherwise known as Kaitou Kuroba, but only a few were privileged in that knowledge.

The girl in the room wasn't one of the few.

Not yet, at least, and Kaitou wouldn't know how to tell her, anyway, seeing as they were childhood friends, classmates…and maybe something more.

But that was when he was Kaitou Kuroba.

Now, he was Kaitou Kid…a cross between the Lupin and Robin Hood of the 20th century…and currently, jailbird.

For a moment the two just stared at each other, though there was a perpetual grin on Kid's face.

Finally, Aoko narrowed her eyes at the thief. "What are you doing here? I thought you were in jail!"

Kid made a 'tsk' sound as he almost soundlessly hopped down from the window to stand in the room. "My dear lady, you forget…I am a magician. I am the wind. There is no cage in the world that can hold me. Besides…the game wouldn't be fun if I only lost one round out of many against that detective."

Aoko counted back from ten to one before she spoke again. "Okay…so…you broke out of prison. Then what the hell are you doing in my room!?"

Kid shrugged. "You wish me not to be here?"

"Of course I don't want you here! I hate you! Dad chases you all over the place, and when you finally get caught…you escape! How?!"

Kid just grinned and winked. "Oh, but you must know…a magician never reveals his secrets."

"You'll be caught again easily."

"Mm…hard to say, really. This is the first time Kudou actually won out of all the clashes we've had."

"What clashes?!"

Kid chuckled. Of course she wouldn't know…the entire story of Kudou Shinichi and Edogawa Conan was a secret that only a few knew of, much like his identity.

Which Kudou also knew, but it never stopped their game.

Perhaps they were just giant children playing thief and detective at this point, but neither backed down.

"You didn't answer my question. What are you doing in my room? That's breaking and entering!"

"Miss Aoko…I do that for a living all the time," Kid replied in an amused tone of voice.

Aoko flushed red, then growled. Then, in a display of courage, she lunged at the thief with a rally cry. "Then I'll catch you, and bring you back to my father!"

Kid laughed as he easily jumped out of the way.

"Get back here!" Aoko fumed. "I'm going to catch you for good this time! I'll see to it that you're stopped!"

"But you cannot deny how much fun your father has trying to catch me. He seemed disappointed at my capture."

Aoko lunged again.

Again, Kid dodged.

"That's because he wasn't the one to catch you!"

More laughter from the thief. "You don't seriously believe that, do you?"

"He spends too much time chasing you!"

"It's his job, miss."

"Argh!" Aoko growled, then made another lunge.

At this point, their chase had gone into the hallway, and they were getting fairly close to the stairs.

"Get back here!" Aoko threatened as she lunged.

Kid smirked and dodged…then the smirk fell off his face when he saw Aoko stumble towards the stairs. Immediately, he reached out and grabbed her arm, then swung around and pushed off with his planted foot.

The result was the two of them falling into the washroom of the Nakamori household.

The door slammed shut behind them from their crash, and the hamper was upset and crashed into the door.

For a moment, there was no sound except the harsh, panicked breaths of Aoko and the adrenaline fueled breathing of Kid.

Then, Aoko realized that she was on the bathroom floor, with her father's greatest enemy over her…no…on top of her.

Kid made an 'oof' sound as he was roughly pushed away.

"Wonderful…the door was damaged…" Aoko muttered as she inspected the door in an attempt not to think about her racing heart. She hated Kid…didn't she?

Kid chuckled. "Do I at least get a 'thank you' for saving you from an untimely flight down the stairs?"

Aoko glared at him in response.

Kid just laughed and stood up.

Aoko finally gave up on the door, and slumped against the wall. "It's not fair. It's late, I'm tired, and I'm stuck in my own bathroom with the likes of you."

"I don't mind our predicament."

"Try anything funny, and you won't have any children."

Kid grinned at the threat. Since Kaitou knew Aoko very well, he knew that it wasn't an idle threat. Not that he intended on doing anything perverted with her. As Kaitou, perhaps he would have flipped her skirt had she been wearing one, but that was a daily routine. As Kid…he was a gentleman.

Aoko blinked when a white gloved hand extended towards her.

"Since there's little else we can do in here…would you care to dance?"

Aoko quirked an eyebrow at him. "Here? Now? With you?"

"What's the confusion? We were dancing earlier, weren't we?"

"I was trying to capture you!!"

Kid waved it off. "Difference of opinion."

Aoko stared hard at him. "What are you up to?"

Kid grinned. "Why…passing the time! And answering your earlier question."

Aoko blinked a couple times, then her eyes widened. After that, her cheeks flushed with either embarrassment or anger…perhaps both. When she spoke again, she spoke slowly as if she was speaking to a child, or trying to understand it, herself.

"Are you saying…that you broke out of prison…entered my house…and staged a grand chase……just to dance with me?"

Kid beamed. "And if I did?"

For a moment, Aoko stared at him, slack-jawed. Then, she shook her head. "What the hell were you thinking?!"

Kid slid his hand into hers. "Well…besides the fact that I've always wanted to dance with you…my bathroom is too small for dancing." He tilted his head a bit as if considering what he just said, then added, "Or, it was."

Aoko couldn't argue that…a prison bathroom couldn't have been too spacious.

"So…care to dance?"

"There isn't any room."

Kid responded with a dazzling smile that he typically used on an audience, yet there was a bit more warmth in it. Warmth that was reserved only for her. "Just use your imagination, Miss Aoko. You'll find that there's plenty of room to dance if you can imagine it."

When Aoko woke up the next morning, she was in her own bed, and the bathroom had been fixed back to its proper state. For a moment, she wondered if it was all a dream…but then she spied a red rose that lay on the pillow next to her, with a simple message written on it:

"Let's dance again."

As for the news…they were in an uproar over Kid's daring escape from prison.

END