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Entry tags:	detective conan/magic kaito, series:rooftop conversations

[Detective Conan/Magic Kaito] Tell Me a Lie
Title: Tell Me a Lie
Author: Icka! M. Chif
Beta: Ellen Brand
Word Count: 839
Rating: General
Author Notes: Fever dream. 'Nuff Said.
Follows Archetypes, Marry, Shag, Throw off a Cliff, Belief, and 4th Wall
Summary: Conan and the Kaitou Kid, sitting on the rooftop, lying to each other.

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“I am-” Kid said dramatically, raising a white gloved hand as if to cup the moon in his palm.”-A fellow of infinite jest.”

”You are Yorick?” Conan raised an eyebrow, his hands tucked into his pockets, the warm chestnuts Kid had brought with him this visit keeping him from freezing. It was one thing to hang out on a rooftop with an internationally wanted thief in the summer, and another to do so in the winter. Not nearly quite as pleasant.

”Better than Hamlet.” Kid said, dropping his hand back down. In deference to the weather, he had a scarf wrapped around his neck, the same red as his tie, breath misting silver in the dim light. “No, I find I much prefer Mercutio.”

”Now there is a fellow of infinite jest.” Conan snickered, shelling a chestnut and popping the warm sweet nut in his mouth.

”Quite.” Kid said with an odd twist of his lips. “Ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man’.”

”Better Mercutio than Romeo.” Conan nodded. Even if Mercutio did die way too soon.

”What?” Kid smirked, obviously silently laughing at him. “No ‘pair of star-cross'd lovers’-?”

Conan made a face. ”In case you hadn’t noticed, but they both die at the end.”

”Hmm. True.” Kid made a thoughtful sound, shelling a chestnut of his own and munching on it. “Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger! This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die.’”

”Someone’s in a morbid mood tonight.” Conan commented. Juliet’s last words as she died on Romeo’s corpse. Kid usually had something on his mind when he came to talk, but they always had to dance around the topic a bit first.

”Possibly.” Kid shrugged. “The devil speaks truth much oftener than he's deemed. He has an ignorant audience.’.”

”Dante?” Conan slowly peeled another nut, trying to get the shell to break apart evenly. Kid made a non-committal sound in return.

”Byron, actually. ‘And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but the truth in a masquerade.’” Kid said, looking up at the moon, his own hands tucked into his pockets. He was perched on the edge of the rooftop, like a white human gargoyle. “And the best lies are based on the truth.” Kid turned and looked at Conan, the white monocle reflecting the moon’s light. “So tell me a lie.”

”What?”

”Tell me a lie.” Kid repeated. “An honest one. I’ll start.”

”I love my life.”

The words were said in such a neutral tone that it took Conan a second to realise what the thief had said. He did a double take, but the Kid’s expression was mild, just a polite little smile on his face.

Tell me a lie.

”I never lie to those I care about.” Conan said, keeping his own voice bland. Liar. Liar, liar, pants on fire, his brain chanted at him.

”I have a girlfriend.” Kid said. “She adores the Kaitou Kid.” Liar.

”I don’t miss being Shin’ichi.” Lie

”I can’t decide which colour I like better. Black… or White.” There was twist of the Kid’s lips, almost a snarl as he tugged on a suit sleeve.

”Prefer grey?” Conan snickered.

One of Kid’s eyebrows rose. ”What would be the colour opposite of grey?”

”Uh… Yellow?” Conan offered. “Like, neon, fluorescent yellow?”

”Hmm.” Kid shrugged, apparently accepting this.

”I’m growing fond of red.” Conan shrugged, then motioned to Kid’s bright red scarf, the ends trailing down his front like rivulets of blood from a throat slit from ear to ear. “You should wear it more often.”

Kid glanced down at his scarf, lower lip coming out thoughtfully, and then gave a one shoulder shrug, a silent point to Conan.

”I come from a fully functional family. All my family members are alive and happy.”

Interesting. ”I love finding dead bodies. It just makes my day.”

”Every day?”

Conan glared at the Kid. “It’s not quite that bad.”

Kid held up one gloved finger. “Lie? Or Truth?”

”The Truth.” Conan growled, resisting the temptation to lean over and bite the Kid’s finger. And maybe not let go.

”I love murder as well.” Kid said turning away, lowering the tempting finger.

Conan snickered, shelling another chestnut. It was kind of freeing, to be able to speak openly, without speaking openly. “Hattori's the worst friend ever.”

"Hakuba is an complete ass."

Conan almost faltered. Did that mean that Kid thought that Hakuba wasn't? Weird. "I'm happy I see you more often than I do my parents."

"I adore Greek tragedy."

"Yeah, and I'm fond of Shakespeare."

”I love the thrill of it. It leaves me feeling charged and energized at the end of the day.”

”I don’t love Ran. At all.”

”Conan-kun?” Ran’s voice echoed out from below and a small squeak escaped from Conan’s throat. “Conan-kun, where are you?”

”Ah.” Kid said. “I’ll see you next time.”

With a cloud of silver smoke, that looked like dragon breath in winter, the Kaitou Kid vanished.

”Hey!” Conan reached out to where the thief had been. “Is the game over?”

-fin-.