Gree~tings! I'm here again. Well, this is a sequel to 'Not a Forgotten Promise', which is a shot I made a month ago with promises of continuing it. You should probably check it out before reading this. I had my doubts about putting it in the same fic, because the writing style it's slightly different. So that's basically why I am publishing it apart. This is going to be relatively short, approximately three or four chapters more. Keep up with it! But anyway, I hope you like it. Don't forget to leave a review please! It's really important to me what you think of my work.

Enjoy,

tanteigirl69.

Shinichi woke up at the diabolic sound of his cell phone and tried to open his eyes. Nope. No use. He realised his entire body was in pain as he extended his right arm to the bedstand table for the source of the annoying sound. However, before he could find it, the call stopped. He swore inside his mind about impatient people and stupid early( really, Shin-chan?) calls.

Shinichi groned at this and let his arm fall limp to his side. A shiver run through his body, cold sensation touching his skin, and he realised he was naked. Why the hell was he naked? He tried to remember but it was all confusing in his head. He couldn't remember pretty much anything of what he had done the day before. Had he been that late from work that he fall sleep before he could put on some pijamas? Well, certainly, it wouldn't be the first time. His detective work was really demanding and exhausting, even for a healthy 21-year-old man as himself. Running into murders and chasing criminals all day was defitinely not the easy kind of work. Not that he ever complain though. He liked what he did very much.

Shinichi cracked his eyes open at the necesity of further exploration. It was all dark, but the shadow of the fan on the roof confirmed that this was in fact his room after all. He left a sigh of relief. So yeah, that must have been it, he had come home very late and worn out to remember anything. He turned his head in an atemp to read the hour from the digital clock, but he couldn't. His vision was totally blurred and he used his hand to rub his eyes and try again. 10 am. Had he slept that much? He tried to sit on the bed, but he only managed to lift himself some centimeters before he got all dizzy and fall against the mattres again. Why the hell his head ached so frikkin' badly?

In that moment the phone started ringing again and he reached for it as soon as he could, begging for the blessed buzzing in his head to stop. His voice came up all rough and he almost choked at how dry his mouth was.

"Mo-moshi, moshi??"

"Shinichi?!"

"Oh,-cough-, Ran?"

"Baka! Why didn't you answered earlier? I've been calling since… well, one hour ago Shinichi! I thought that something had happened to you, or worst! You didn't get home...!"

Shinichi put the phone away from his head as Ran started yelling more eagerly through the phone and into his brain. Her preview statements falling into his mind. Strange. He was usually alert at any sound even when he was asleep. You could even say he slept with an eye cracked open. He sensed Ran's voice lower through the phone and delicately brought it back to his ear, before Ran realised he wasn't listening anymore.

"Ow, Ran! I overslept, I don't know. I'm sorry I worried you!" Shinichi tried to calm her down and silence-finally!- reached his ear.

"I'm sorry Shinichi, I didn't want to yell at you, but, how you dare, you detective geek!, to worry your fiancé like that!" Yeahp, It was true, her fiancé." Well…, Shinichi, tell me, how did it go last night?"

Shinichi frowned his eyebrow even though she couldn't see it. Confusion appeared in his face. So Ran knew something he didn't…?

"Last night, Ran?"

"Well, yes, your bachelor party! Heiji had been fuzzing over it all week, from what I had understood it was beeing held yesterday, wasn't it?"

OH! Right. The party. So Hattori was responsible of his current condition, wasn't he? He knew it was a bad idea getting drunk. He never had much resistence for alcohol, and what was worse, he wouldn't realise his state until he was totally and completely boozed.

He closed his eyes and tried to remember. Images starting flowing in his mind… golden lights, a table, oh right… the bar were they had gone. There was Hattori, laughing like mad and offering him a shot,... Hakuba, having a cigar and watching him…, and Kaito, holding a whole bottle of whiskey, his sight lost somewhere in the dance-floor… He remembered the soft music and the fire of the shot burning in his throat.

"Shinichi, are you there?"

"Oh yes, Ran, I'm here. We... We had a great time…" I suposse.

"No…no other girls, right, Shinichi?" She hesitated, as if she wasn't sure she wanted to hear the answer. Shinichi couldn't help but laugh, before choking with air…

Soft hands caressing his sides, warm sensation of skin against skin. The smell of sweat and roses filling his senses, leaving him wanting, craving for more. Wet tonge against his, soft hair in his hand...

What the hell had he done? Oh, Ran. Oh Ran. Oh, right, Ran.

"Of- of course not. Can I call you later? Bye."

Shinichi ended the call abruptly and throw away the phone, which crashed into the wall. Images still floating in his mind. What was all that? Had he really done that with somebody? What he was supposed to do now? Shinichi stood there, trying to remember more, but he couldn't. Maybe… maybe nothing more had happened, maybe it was just a dream…

He rolled to the left side of the bed, and he wished he hadn't done that. A warm breath against his face, his hand on something soft, but sticky, and before all, that shouldn't be there…

He instantly rolled to the other side, looking for the switch of his lamp and turning it on. But he didn't dare to look again, that was the proof that something had happened last night, and he really didn't want to know what had happened. He shut his eyes closed as if the person- because Shinichi was very sure that it was a person- were to disappear when he open them again.

A moan came from the other side of the bed and he instictively looked around, and couldn't help but to let a shout escape his mouth.

Guess what?

"Kaito!!!"

-tbc-

A.N.:

Well, this is it for now. Next chapter is going to be more interesting (in my opinion, and I'm the author. You should believe me.) and a little more angsty. It will be posted soon.

This goes dedicated to the people who like the other story and demanded a sequel, of course. And specially to Micks-chan. You're great, girl! Yoroshiku.

Disclaimer: DC/MK characters no me pertenecen.