“Pft–” There was that look again. Saguru chuckled into his hand and looked away, figuring he was probably going to full out laugh if Kaito continued to give him that expression and valiantly defend his evilness.
“Right, right. As if you don’t take pride in your reputation as a good thief, Kaito. I highly doubt your morals are that askew. You practically invented the term ‘good thief’, now that I think about it.” Then there was the bed comment, and the detective rose a brow in disbelief. “You can barely budge me when I sleep and you know it.”
Did this man boy not realize he was laughing at the greatest criminal mastermind in the entirety of Japan, if not the world-?
Okay, who was he kidding, he probably didn’t have an evil bone in his body. But he did have a stubborn bone, and he was going to exercise it well.
“Good and evil can live in harmony….or something. Yin and yang, and all that. Unlike some people, who are basically walking rulebooks, I’ve been known to break and bend a few. That makes me evil…..to some extent.”
And don’t remind him. “It’s like sleeping next to a fairly attractive, yet fairly annoying, log.”
“Blowing up that tree was necessary.” And he was never going to go back on his word. He would blow up the Diet building if it meant protecting his phantom thief name, maybe. Probably.
“One, Nakamori-keibu has too much faith in me, if you ask me.” Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, when he so often went soft on him just for being KID (that still wasn’t a concept he wanted to think about, honestly). “And two, you better keep that in mind when I kick you out of the bed next time.”
“Well it’s true! It’s true! You’re semi-evil. You’re quasi-evil. You’re the margarine of evil. You’re the Diet Coke of evil. Just one calorie, not evil enough.”
“I can be evil if I want to.” Be really, really thankful that he doesn’t want to.
“Anyways, criminal masterminds don’t make a name by being Care Bears. What do you want me to do, blow up a building to prove my evil worth? Because I can do that. Probably wouldn’t- but not because I’m not evil enough to. It would just take too much effort.”
Memory loss is absolutely nothing to someone with an eidetic memory, anyway. Just kidding, it’s just not being applied here.
After all, Saguru’s precious storm raiser was back, and he wished he’d been given some sort fo warning so he could tornado proof the castle, but alas, it skipped over his head. Greeting the small goat was much more important, and his hand fell atop its head with an affectionate ruffle of fur.
“They have their moments,” he laughed. “How long do you reckon we have her?”
“Hopefully long enough to teach her how to break into a museum.” Kidding, kidding. Hopefully.
“That aside, though. I don’t really know. It’s almost Christmas, right? So this could be considered a present from the Goat Gods. At the very least, I’d wager we get to keep her around until….New Years?” Not that he’d mind if she stuck around a little bit longer.
He grinned at the sight. “Looks like you’re still good with kids, Sagu.” Ah yes, he missed being able to make these puns.
Knock knock. Who’s there? Kaito! Kaito who? We don’t have time for memory angsting there’s a baby goat to coddle!
“Oi, Sagu, somebody wanted to come over and play!” And in his hands was the kid in question, greeting Saguru with a tiny nyeeeeh. “I never thought I’d see the day I’d be thanking the goat gods for anything, but at least our Tama-chan is back!”
Dear god, Saguru hadn’t been picked up like this since he was a child, and even then, it was only in desperate situations like having hurt his leg or anything of the injured sort. As a certified culprit, the half-Brit had no right to judge his thief for doing what he had committed so many times, but alas, being considerate was not always being fair.
“The only one with an advantage here is you,” he hissed, his cheeks flaring with obvious humiliation as he clung onto his neck for support. “Put me down right now or so help me.”
“Make me.” Was that a smug grin on his face? Absolutely. “Consider this payback for all those times you picked me up.” And, just because he could, he pressed his lips to Saguru’s forehead.
Cue a nose wrinkle. “If you weren’t tantei-chan right now, I’d actually kiss you.”
“I relish in the fact you live life to the extreme.” He muttered, currently distracted by the comment of cute and how being in Naoto’s body obviously made him cuter in the first place. Obviously. For Kaito to see amusement in his height was expected, though, because Saguru found it very unappealing.
“Stop that. Being this small is hindering.” Not that Saguru was huffy. Absolutely not. He just missed being around six foot instead of just touching upon five foot. “But it is easier to see how much of a baby face you have from this angle…”
“I don’t have a baby face,” he complained, before an idea popped into his head. A cunning idea, a sneaky idea, an idea that he’d probably get berated for later but it would be so worth it.
“Maybe you can see better from…..this angle!” Without hesitation, he lurched forward, one arm moving to Saguru’s back and the other sweeping at the back of his knees so Kaito could pull him into an impromptu bridal carry. “See, being short has its advantages, huh?”
“So you would have me believe.” Saguru sighed, honestly unfazed by Kaito’s feeble attempt to dismiss his worries. Even though he’d said he would rather know than ponder in silence, it was true that confirmation had just made him more anxious than ever, but he stuck to the parental tone he had adorned and the air of confidence he generally carried.
Which was amusing in Naoto’s body, per se.
“I’m glad you told me.” He admitted, leaning forward (more like up) to kiss at his cheek. “… But I dont like this one bit.”
Just imagine it was Saguru, just imagine it was Saguru- oh no that’s cute.
“What don’t you like, the fact that I live life to the extreme, or the fact that you’re now a much cuter height?” Not that Naoto was cuter than Saguru, but the idea of a Saguru who was much more hug-sized was quite appealing. At least he’d be the big spoon for once. “Because I find them both to be rather apt inducers of tachycardia.”
“Are you afraid I’m going to rush head first into your business?”
Saguru may have sounded annoyed, but he wasn’t. His tone just wasn’t sure how to come across, caught between being perplexed, concerned and suddenly terrified of how Kaito, who seemingly had no worries back home, had been harbouring such a heavy motive this whole time. Were those gunshots affiliated with his reasoning for stealing, after all?
Come to think of it, he may have been a little nosey here and there. Perhaps Kaito had a good reason after all, hiding this sort of thing. Injury was not a big deal here, but back home was another matter.
“… I understand that much, though.” The detective muttered, toying with his boyfriend’s fingers as a distracting yet nervous habit. “I don’t want to lose you either.”
“Yes.” While he was being truthful, he had might as well just say that much; words couldn’t describe how scared he was of Saguru stumbling into something he shouldn’t have. While it was fun - and, admittedly, mildly annoying - to have Saguru at heists, there was always the chance of the snipers changing their targets, especially if they knew exactly how close to home they were hitting.
“…you won’t.” Sure he was a reckless bastard, but he was a reckless bastard with self-preservation skills - off the island, at least. He had a job to finish, after all. They couldn’t off him that easily. “It’s too fun much being alive to throw it all away, you know.”
