Disclaimer: Do you reeeeeaaaaaly think a thirteen-year-old would own Detective Conan or Magic Kaito? I didn't think so.

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The Kaito Kid's eyes widened. Conan's smirk grew. The loud protests of one Nakamori Ginzo hammering his fists onto a locked door were not heard by the two rivals.

Conan was the first to speak. "People don't call me 'The Great Detective of the East' for nothing, you know, Kid. Do you really think you could hide a secret this big from me?" Kid's answer consisted of multiple blinks and a gape wide enough to fit a dozen white top hats inside.

After a few minutes of soft whining, the famous white-clad magician spoke up. "T-t-tantei-kun c-can you please untie…it?" The shrunken detective chuckled. "Why? It's not like I tied you up or anything. All I did was tie 'it' to your hat. You can take it off whenever you feel like it." Conan paused, but only to cover his mouth with his small hands to prevent himself from death by laughing. "Who would have thought, the oh-so-great Phantom Thief Kaito Kid, afraid of fish?" Kaito whimpered.