Mikau: Hey everyone! Nice to meet you/Good to see you again! Thanks for taking an interest in my newest work. It's the sister story to The Truth in the Subconscious (TiS), but you don't have to read the other story to understand what's going on, even though there are a couple allusions to the first fic.

Speaking of TiS, icarusdg said that it could use a second chapter, and I thought, "You know what? She's right." so it's going to turn into a two or three part KaiShin fic when I have time. As a result, this fic, which was supposed to be a one-shot for Hakuba's birthday, will probably turn into a two or three part HakuKai fic. If things work out, I think the two fics will turn into one nice interlocking story, but I'm going to try to keep it like Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles and xxxHolic, so that you guys don't have to read both, if you don't want to. That being said, please enjoy!

Disclaimer: If I owned it, I would have exhausted murder methods years ago. A big round of applause for Aoyama-sensei. That's impressive.

Hakuba sighed, taking off his reading glasses. He closed his eyes and gave the bridge of his nose a good pinch before exhaling slowly again.

The cold case that the young sleuth had been slaving over for the better part of the week was going absolutely nowhere, and he had half a mind to give up.

It's not like it would damage his reputation; no one knew he was working on it.

That was the beauty of investigating cold cases—no one could give him any flack if he couldn't solve it because no one else had been able to crack it either; however, whenever he did manage to unravel the mystery, the praise from his father and attention from the media would be nearly double that of a newer case.

There was also the less self-serving benefit of providing the family with closure after so many years of not knowing.

He was jarred from his thoughts by a light rapping on the sliding glass door to his balcony.

When he turned, he was utterly gobsmacked to find the Kaitou Kid himself standing in his bedroom, cape billowing rather fetchingly behind him.

"Good evening, Tantei-san," the thief purred with a smirk.

His teeth looked just about as pointy as a certain magician's spikey hair.

"Kid!" Hakuba gasped, jumping to his feet with enough force to send his desk chair clattering to the ground. He stared dumbly at the intruder for a second before lamely asking, "What are you doing here?"

"I came to give you a present," the phantom chuckled, taking out a pair of handcuffs and swinging them around his finger.

Saguru blinked. "A present? Do you mean to turn yourself in?"

"Nope." The kaitou grinned, slinking towards the detective like a large, predatory cat.

There was something different about the thief tonight—an aura of danger—that sent chills down Hakuba's spine.

He wasn't quite sure if they were good chills or bad chills, but his instincts told him, "Flee!" so his body automatically began backing up until he ran into his desk, nearly falling over.

All the while his guest still approached, swinging the cuffs in a bit of a hypnotic loop.

"I…I don't quite understand," Saguru stuttered as fear began to poke at the corners of his mind.

What if the person behind that monocle and top hat wasn't Kuroba? What if he'd been wrong? What if Kid wasn't his classmate but some nut job? What if he was actually dangerous?

Hakuba was cornered—alone in the house with a wanted criminal of questionable sanity.

Kid was mere feet away now. He laughed. "You're not that inexperienced, are you?"

Before our hero could snort, "And just what is that supposed to mean?" indignantly, the handcuffs came down on his wrists, and the phantom of the moonlight pushed him so that he was now sitting on top of the desk.

"Happy Birthday, Tantei-san," Kid whispered, crushing his lips against the startled blonde's.

Saguru's brain shut down, and he melted into the fiery kiss.

"Hakuba," Kid—Kuroba?—groaned.

"Saguru," the detective corrected between lip locks. "Please."

"Saguru." Kid tested the syllables on his tongue. He chuckled, moaning it again.


Hearing his own name had never felt so good.




He considered it for a minute before discovering that he didn't really mind the pet name…so long as Kid kept doing that thing with his tongue.

"Saguru, Honey, wake up."

He blinked and groaned several times before the sensation of Kid's lips faded and Baaya's cat-eye glasses came into focus.

"Baaya?" He slowly sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

The digital clock next to his bed told him that it was three in the morning.

"Baaya, what's the matter?"

"Sorry to wake you, Sweetheart, but I have to go. My nephew's just phoned me. My sister's been in an accident, and she'll need some looking after," his caretaker tried to report calmly, but her voice was trembling.

"Goodness…is she okay? Are you okay?" Saguru gasped, coming out of the haze of sleep.

"I'm fine, Saguru. She'll be okay, but I have to go take care of her. I don't know how long I'll be, but…Saguru, Honey, I'm so sorry, but I don't think I'll make it home in time for your birthday."

"Baaya, don't worry about it," he tried to assure her, even though the selfish part of him wanted her to stay. "I'll manage on my own; it's Father you'll have to worry about. He's lost without you."

His foster mother rolled her eyes. "You know how you get when you're on one of your cases; you're as bad as your father…but I feel just awful leaving you alone on your birthday, Saguru."

"Father's here," he offered half-heartedly.

"Your father never remembers. I could tell him the day before, and he'd forget within the hour," Baaya scoffed.

"He's busy. His work is important," he mumbled the same thing he told himself whenever his father forgot special occasions, broke promises, or otherwise let Saguru down.

"Yes, but…you're important too," she sighed, gently cupping his cheek. "I wish you had normal parents. You're a good kid, Saguru, and you deserve better than what you've got."

"If I didn't have such lousy parents, I wouldn't have you to take care of me so that they wouldn't have to," Saguru snorted. "I'm fine. Really, so go, and don't feel bad. Your sister needs you more than I do right now." He bit his lip before he could take it back.

"I'll make it up to you when I get back, Sweetheart." She smiled sadly as she bent to kiss him on the forehead. "I'll make anything you want for a week."

"Even if it's absolute garbage?" The teen smirked.

Baaya cringed. "…Even if it's absolute garbage."

"Take care, Baaya," he chuckled.

"You too, Bocchama," she whispered, giving her charge a fond pat on the head.

He sighed when he was positive she was out of hearing range, rolling over onto his side and debating which to lament first: the fact that his birthday was going to suck worse than ever this year, or that he was having semi-erotic dreams about Kuroba—Kid? Whichever.

Hakuba gave up on feeling sorry for himself—he'd long ago learned that it never did any good—and buried his face in the pillow, trying to re-conjure the feeling of those soft, insistent lips on his own.


A week passed, and, sure enough, Baaya was unable to make it back for his birthday.

She apologized incessantly and promised presents and junk food upon her return. She called his father as well and all but threatened the Superintendent that if he forgot Saguru's birthday again this year….

However, on the twenty-seventh, his father was called away on business. To his credit, as he was walking out the door, he paused, turned around, and said, "Your birthday's soon, isn't it? On Sunday?"

"Saturday," the sleuth corrected with a neutral look plastered on his face. He assured himself that his father was simply confused as to what day it was presently and not as to the date of his birth.

"I remember the day you were born," the elder Hakuba chuckled. "It poured all day long, and I was stuck in my office filing paperwork. I couldn't get away to go see you until the weekend…. Is there anything you want me to bring back from Kyoto for you?"

Saguru could think of a dozen trinkets he could ask for, but none of them were really worth his father going out of his way to purchase. Besides, he doubted that his father would remember.

"No. I don't really want anything. Have a safe trip."


That Saturday was a dreary one, but the weather forecast predicted that it would clear up just in time for the heist that the Kaitou Kid had been so kind to schedule for that night.

Saguru didn't even bother changing out of his pajamas until well after noon. He didn't see the point when he was planning to spend the entire day on the couch marathoning every detective movie he owned.

He ordered a pizza for lunch and munched on popcorn that he had mixed with peanuts and chocolate chips. For dinner, he got out the cake he had bought at the grocery the preceding day.

Saguru lit eighteen candles, sang Happy Birthday, and paused before blowing the little fire hazards out.

He really didn't have anything to wish for. Usually he wished to be the best detective in the world, but coming to Japan, seeing all of the superior teenage sleuths, and having circles run around him by a certain jewel thief had crushed that dream.

He considered wishing for Baaya's sister's swift recovery and his caretaker's prompt return home, but that seemed like more of thing you prayed for than something you used your birthday wish on.

He could always wish to catch Kid, but, at this point, he was fairly certain it'd be a waste of a wish; after all, one should never wish for something impossible, and he was beginning to question whether he actually wanted Kid caught or not.

Finally Saguru decided on wishing that things sucked less.

He blew out the quickly melting candles and ate the entire cake.


As the weatherman had promised, the weather was gorgeous for the Kid heist, much to Hakuba's chagrin.

He stood at attention by the target of the night's case, just waiting for the thief to show up, dye his hair bloody purple, mock him, and escape unscathed.

All he really wanted was to get it over with so that he could go home and change back into his pajamas. And maybe eat an entire tin of toffee.

The spectacle went fairly par-the-course that night, and Saguru found himself half-heartedly chasing his rival to the roof while the majority of the taskforce went after the dummy.

Kid stopped at the roof's edge and turned back around.

Saguru too came to a halt, wondering if he should even bother trying to restrain the thief. He'd only end up with confetti and silly string in uncomfortable places if he did lunge at Kid.

"You don't seem very into it this evening, Tantei-san," Kid hummed pensively. "Something on your mind?"

"It's been a rather lousy day, and I'm sort of just hoping it will end soon. If you don't mind, could you get on with it? Sorry. I don't mean to be rude," the detective sighed.

Kid blinked. "That bad, huh? Sorry you're having a rough day. I guess I could speed it up a bit. Catch."

Saguru just barely managed to catch the stone that the bandit tossed.

"Happy Birthday, Tantei-san." Kid smirked, pressing what looked to be a detonation switch before diving off of the skyscraper.

A second later, the sky lit up with a rainbow of colors spelling out "Happy Birthday, Hakuba Saguru" among balloons and starbursts. There was even a magnifying glass, a pipe, and a Union Jack.

Saguru blinked , absolutely dumbfounded, as he watched the show for a good fifteen minutes.

The Kaitou freaking Kid had set up a fireworks display in honor of his birthday.

The Kaitou freaking Kid had remembered his birthday—no. More than just remember, he had given Saguru a present—a costly, planned-out-extensively well-in-advance present.

His phone rang.

"Saguru?" It was his father. "Which character do you like better: that eyeball creature or Kapibara-san?"

The detective blinked. "Kapibara-san. May I ask why you're asking, Father?"

"I was just looking at some cell phone straps, and I thought maybe I should get you one as a souvenir. I wasn't really sure what you'd like, though," the elder Hakuba explained awkwardly.

Saguru blinked again. "Actually, I'm quite fond of Kapibara-san. That was very thoughtful of you. Thank you."

"You're welcome. I wanted to get you something, but I have no clue what boys your age are into. I feel bad leaving you alone on your birthday," the Superintendent continued. It'd been a long time since he'd had a conversation of any importance with his son, and he was feeling rather out of touch.

"It's fine, Father. I don't need anything, but I appreciate the thought." Saguru couldn't help but smile softly.

"…Saguru, what's that noise in the background? It sounds like something exploding."

"It's fireworks. The Kaitou Kid set them off in commemoration of the day of my birth. Just another offense to add to his record: setting off fireworks without a permit…again," the detective chuckled.

"Son, that rival of yours is a nutcase," Hakuba Senior snorted. "Have a good birthday."

"Thank you, Father. I will." He hung up with a smile.

Things were certainly ending on a high note.


Hakuba went to the station to fill out a report after he returned the jewel and suffered much teasing and heckling from the Division Two officers as a result of the "special treatment" he had received from Kid.

Nakamori-keibu seemed slightly annoyed (jealous, perhaps?), but wished the sleuth a happy birthday anyway.

Saguru arrived home at nine o'clock, and the instant he crossed the threshold, his phone began to ring, as if the caller had been watching and waiting for that precise moment.

The readout announced that Kuroba Kaito was calling for the second time in as many months.

Saguru arched an eyebrow in suspicion, but answered it anyway. "Hello? Hakuba Saguru speaking."

"Hey, Hakuba. It's Kuroba…but you knew that. What's up?" the cheery voice of the magician greeted him.

Saguru shifted the phone to his other ear as he slipped off his jacket. "Good evening, Kuroba. I've just returned home. May I inquire as to why you're phoning?"

"How was the heist?" Kaito ignored the question.

"Fine, thank you, though, I imagine you already knew that, since you've probably been glued to your television or, perhaps, mixed in with Kid's crowd of adoring fans," the detective snorted as he slipped off his shoes and stepped into his house scuffs, making his way to his bedroom without bothering to flip on the lights. He was tired.

"No, actually," Kuroba snickered. "I'm really busy, so I've been at home all night."

"Busy? Kid's biggest fan too busy to watch the heist? Whatever have you been up to, Kuroba?" Saguru went ahead and asked, even though he was 100…well, maybe 99% positive that his classmate had, in fact, been out committing grand larceny.

"I'm getting ready for a party," the joker sang. "Wanna come? It's tomorrow at five at my place."

"You're having another party? What's the occasion this time?"

"You don't need a reason to party, Hakuba," Kaito scoffed. "Just think of it as a celebration of life. You can come, right?"

"I'm not sure, Kuroba. I'll have to check my schedule," the detective dodged.

"Come on. You can spare an hour or two," Kuroba pressed. "You had fun last time, didn't you? I don't care how busy you are. Nothing is more important than taking a break and spending time with friends. Even if you don't think so, it's a collectivist culture, Hakuba; sometimes it's not about what you want. Sometimes you have to take one for the team and do what's best for the group, and you coming to the party is what's best for the group, so you'll be at my house at five, right?"

"R-right," the detective gave in.

There was no use trying to win against that silver tongue.

"Did you want me to bring anything?" Saguru sighed.

"Just yourself and a smile," the kaitou sang. Lord knows how he managed to sound so energetic after bouncing around all night like he did.

"And just who's going to be there, Kuroba?" the Brit sighed heavily again.

"All of your friends," Kaito chuckled.

"That's not a lot of people," Saguru accidentally grumbled out loud.

"More than you think, actually," Kaito shot back. "Look, I swear you'll have fun, so just come. I've still got some last minute stuff to take care of, so I've gotta go, but I'll see you tomorrow at five on my doorstep…or you'll see me at five fifteen on yours. Ciao!"

The line disconnected, and Saguru resisted the urge to sigh for the nth time that day.

He really didn't want to go to a party.

Even though Kid had lifted his spirits slightly with the fireworks show, he still wasn't quite in the mood to be around a house full of partiers.

He was still moping, and not really in a festive mood.

Though, Kuroba had gone to the trouble of personally inviting him…again.


What in the world was he going to wear?


At four fifty the next day he found himself standing on the Kurobas' front porch in white trousers, a sky blue shirt, and a green tie. He was certainly early, probably over-dressed, and seriously considering going back home.

"You know, usually people just ring the bell," Kaito snickered, having suddenly appeared out of nowhere. "Though, you could always knock, if you'd rather."

"K-Kuroba!" The Brit gave a start.

"Hey. Sup?" the class clown chuckled softly, giving his rival a big, friendly grin. "Whatcha doin' standing out on the porch? The party's inside."

"I was just…" Saguru looked at the host's wardrobe—a bright green, long-sleeved shirt under a bright blue, short-sleeved one. He was definitely over-dressed, but you never knew for sure with Kuroba; he tended to lean on the casual side.

"…thinking about running away, is what you were doing," Kaito snorted, taking the larger teen by the arm and dragging him into the house. "Not on my watch. Hey, everybody! Hakuba's here!"

The crowd turned at Kuroba's entrance and shot streamers as they shouted, "Surprise! Happy Birthday!"

Saguru blinked as Aoko-kun strapped a party hat to his head and he was handed a piece of cake. He looked incredulously at Kuroba. "You…for me…?"

Kaito smirked, putting on his own hat. (It was a tricky thing to make a smirk and a party hat work together, but Kuroba pulled it off.) "Yep."

"Why? Why would you…?" Saguru's brain was still stunned and not quite up to the task of making full sentences.

"Well, when you said that you didn't think anyone would throw you a party, it kind of got to me, and I thought that maybe I should throw you a party, if nobody else would. I mean, it doesn't cost a lot to be considerate, and I thought that it might mean a lot to you, but…was I wrong?" Kaito bit his lip and looked up hesitantly at Hakuba.

"N-No," Saguru assured. "It does mean a lot to me, and I do appreciate it very much. Thank you, Kuroba, but…when did I tell you that I didn't think anyone would throw me a party? I mean, it's completely true; I really didn't think anyone would bother, but…I don't quite remember telling you that."

"It was at my birthday party right after you gave me that scrapbook with all of those old Kaitou 1412 articles. I said something to the effect of, 'Yours is in two months, right?' and then you told me that there probably wouldn't be a party, but you wouldn't object, if I wanted to show up in your bedroom in handcuffs."

Saguru's entire face went as red as a rose. "I…don't remember ever saying that…out loud." He was beginning to think that maybe he sleep-walked and –talked and should probably check himself into a clinic. Perhaps he was suffering from memory lapses or blackouts or something. "Wait. Kuroba, I got you the complete collection of Lupin DVDs for your birthday, not a scrapbook."

Kaito blinked, and then it was his turn to turn scarlet. "Oh. Right. Of course you did because that was…" He smacked himself in the forehead and sighed. "…the dream I had about my birthday, not my actual party. Shoot…. Could you please disregard everything I just said?"

"No," the Brit replied all too quickly. "You had a dream where I asked you to come to my bedroom in handcuffs?" He hadn't thought his fetish was that transparent.

"Yes, but…no, but…okay, it's not like it was just you. Everybody in that dream was hitting on me…except for Aoko," the magician suddenly realized. "Unless you count hitting on me with her mop."

"Kuroba, we never count that," Saguru snorted.

"Okay then," Kaito sighed, making a grand gesture with his hands.

Suddenly a box appeared out of thin arm.

Kuroba handed it to the birthday boy. "Happy Birthday, Hakuba."

Saguru rolled his eyes and accepted the present, just letting the previous topic go. "Kuroba, if I get silly stringed, confetti-ed, or dyed as a result of opening this box, I am going to pick up my slice of cake and cream you in the face with it. Do we understand each other?"

"No tricks, Hakuba," Kaito promised.

Saguru paused and considered his options before finally deciding to chance opening the box. He was at least mildly surprised when nothing sprang out at him.

After removing sheet after sheet of tissue paper, Saguru found the two, hand-sewn, stuffed dolls at the bottom of the package. He blinked.

"It's you in your Sherlock Holmes outfit and me dressed as Kid," Kaito explained, anxiously waiting to see how his plushies were received.

"You…made these yourself?" Saguru stuttered, looking over the high-quality craftsmanship.

"You got a problem with guys who can sew?" Kuroba dared him to say something about it.

"No. Not at all. It's just…Kuroba, these are amazing."

"Yeah?" Kaito tried his hardest not to beam too much. "Thanks. I'm glad you like them; I was kind of worried. I'd already made them when I realized that it's kind of weird to give a teenage guy dolls for his birthday."

"It's alright. This is Japan, after all. People of all ages can enjoy cute things without fear of being judged too much…. Though, upon my return to England, I'll have to say that the Kaito/Kid doll is for voodoo; however, here, I love them. Thank you, Kuroba."

"No big." Kaito shrugged, trying to look nonchalant. (It was a little hard for even him to pull off what with that gigantic grin on his face.)

"Would you hold you for a second for me?" Saguru inquired, handing over the Kaito/Kid doll and digging in the box for the miniature pair of handcuffs he had seen when he'd pulled the dolls out.

"Sure." Kaito set down his drink on the little end table and took himself in miniature.

The little cuffs clicked shut around Kid's wrists as Hakuba chuckled, "I've got you now, Kid; you're under arrest. Now, let's see just who's behind that mask."

Kaito blinked, completely astounded, as Hakuba took the tiny top hat and monocle off of the mini-Kid.

"Kuroba Kaito. I always knew it was you," the detective snickered, a soft smile on his face.

"Hate to spoil your birthday, Hakuba," Kaito chuckled, maneuvering his miniature's wrists out of the cuffs. "but I'm just cosplaying. Your thief's in another castle."

"Well, blast," Saguru feigned frustration. "Care for a cuppa tea?"

"Don't mind if I do," Kaito snorted, taking one of the tiny tea cups and kettle from the box.

The only thing Aoko could do as she approached her two friends was stare. She had been going to ask if they needed more punch or cake, but… "Are you guys playing with dolls?"

"Yep." Kaito shot his crush a smug look.

"Kuroba made them," Hakuba explained. "Good evening, Aoko-kun."

"Evening." Aoko just nodded and walked away; she had decided to go find Keiko or Akako-chan…somebody normal.

Kaito rolled his eyes, turning back to the detective. "Anyway, I called your lovely housekeeper and got the recipes for a trifle and a Bakewell tart. I was waiting for you to get here, so they're both still in the kitchen; wanna help me bring them out?"

Saguru stared in astonishment for a good minute before he responded. "You made my favorite desserts?"

"Aoko, Keiko-chan, Akako-chan, and my mom helped. Akako-chan and my mom did most of the work, though." Kaito shrugged. He wasn't very good in the kitchen.

"Wait. You called Baaya?"

"Yep. She sounds wonderful…super helpful, by the way, and tickled pink that you had such sweet friends." Kaito smirked.

Saguru rolled his eyes, but couldn't help smiling.

It was time to start his week of eating nothing but complete garbage. After all, the leftover desserts were sure to last him a few days, and Baaya would be home shortly after that.

"Thank you, Kuroba. It's good to know that I have such great friends, after all."


Mikau: So what did you think? I was tired when writing some sections of this, and, at the time, I thought it was pretty good, but the next morning when I was looking over it again, there were some times where all I could think was, "Kara, what the hell is this?" Overall, I'm pleased with how it turned out, but there are still parts where I shake my head and raise an eyebrow at myself. Anyway, what I think is inconsequential; what do you think? If you have time, I'd appreciate it if you would take a minute to tell me what you liked, what you didn't, what you thought was humorous, and where you thought my jokes fell flat. Thank you so much for reading, and have a nice day!