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Requested by Asuna_Reina23

Requested April 19 2020
Written May 15 2020
Posted June 7 2020

Some info for understanding: A SIN number is what protects your identity from being stolen, it's a big deal if it's stolen and can potentially ruin your life

Minobu sighed, running a weary hand through his hair before leaning back in his chair. He'd completed the day's paperwork so he'd had some spare time until something came up. So of course he'd decided to update some of his government information since he'd married and moved houses recently. It helped to keep up to date since it lessened the risk of important documents being sent to his old address instead of his new one.

Why did he never bother to remember certain aspects like his SIN number? He'd gotten through a good deal of the documents before coming across this roadblock, normally he'd just go fetch the paper from the safe, but he couldn't do that right now. Minobu grumbled, both frustrated and annoyed. Kid hadn't been active for a good while so Ginzo actually wasn't in the office today, which meant that it was peacefully silent. He really liked the inspector as a person, but the guy was just too loud a lot of the time.

He stared at the computer screen, unwilling to exit and undo all his progress even though he knew that he couldn't continue. After silently lamenting to himself for a good while, an idea struck him. It was ridiculous and stupid, but it just might work. Minobu glanced around, glad that he was the only one currently in the room "Kid, what's my SIN number?" There was no guarantee that the thief was around, but he had to try.

"847-654-737" The answer was accompanied by Kaitou Kid's head popping out from the ceiling. How both the hat and monocle stayed on the thief was a mystery since the guy was upside down.

Minobu nodded "Thank you" He turned back towards the computer to put in his information. It wasn't as unnerving as he thought it'd be to know that an international criminal had his SIN number.

Kid grinned, smile wide "Have a good day Minobu-san" He then disappeared back into the ceiling "I'll leave the heist note once you're finished" The voice came from the other side of the room.

*

"Nakamori-Keibu..." There was a slight pause as Minato glanced between Kid and the inspector "Why aren't we trying to catch him?"

Ginzo grimaced, glancing at the giggling thief, he'd been trying to forget that the bastard was here "I'm not paid enough to deal with Kid when he's high on fumes" He technically wasn't paid enough to deal with a sober Kid either.

"Keibu!" Kid pouted, he didn't like it when his task force ignored him "Chase me!" He whined, stumbling a bit before falling back, bursting into another giggle fit when he hit the ground.

Everyone on the task force shivered at the thought of dealing with a Kid that was high. If only they hadn't come across a certain not so abandoned building. The thief had made sure that everyone else had gotten out before the explosion happened, but unfortunately he hadn't been able to get himself out in time.

The thief's suit was dusted with some grey, black in some places, but the guy looked generally fine if one ignored his actions. The building had been storing a lot of different drugs before one of the thugs had tried to destroy the evidence via fire. Long story short, the place went 'boom' and Kid had been blasted by the fumes before he'd gotten to safety. Now the crazy thief was legit scary. At least whatever fumes Kid had inhaled were probably numbing any injuries the guy had. The red splotched near Kid's left sleeve were worrying, but not life threatening if how slow the spread seemed at any rate.

"Get the hell out of here Kid" Ginzo growled, he did not want the thief to still be around when more people came, because then they'd be obligated to chase the guy. He didn't really want to risk his sanity any more than he usually did chasing Kid. Yes Kid may look like he's currently easy to capture, but that was just a ruse. Him and the rest of his team had seen how nimble the thief had been when he'd escaped, giggling all the while.

"Nooooo" Kid was now crouched like a frog, muscles tensed, ready to move "Chase me!"

Minato grimaced "I can hear sirens approaching"

Ginzo swore, marching over towards the thief, tugging on the cape in a way that made Kid lose his balance and fall down the medium sized hill they were on "Shoo!" He'd only been able to touch the guy because the idiot had let him.

Kid slunk away, somehow making everyone on the Kaitou Kid task force feel guilty as he did so.

*

"Nakamori-Keibu, Kid left you a cake" Tanaka stated as he held out the said item. It was a coffee cake with chocolate glaze. It didn't look store bought.

The inspector's gaze narrowed in suspicion before he pinched Tanaka's cheek, letting go when the other officer made a pained noise "The little shit" Why did the guy keep making it harder and harder not to like him? He took the cake "Good job in notifying me" The cake wasn't big enough to warrant sharing which was nice.

Ginzo entered his office with a small smile on his lips, cake in hand. The thief really was someone that didn't follow the expectations of others. Ginzo's eyes softened, it was one of the reasons why he enjoyed chasing the guy. Kid wasn't a bad person, since most criminals wouldn't give the person in charge of capturing them a homemade birthday cake. The thief had even added in a cute little white plastic fork that was void of any Kid logo. He cut the cake in half and snickered, the logo was on the glass plate instead.

Kid smiled as he watched the inspector enjoy the cake from the safety of the vents, glad that his hard work was paying off. Ginzo had been put under some pressure by the higher ups lately so he'd figured that a cake would be better than a heist, just this once though. He rather enjoyed playing with his task force after all, they were more fun than other officers.

Me: This was quite interesting to write~

Hope you enjoyed~

A police officer isn't supposed to ask a thief about their own SIN number, nor is Ginzo supposed to let Kid go nor eat food from a known criminal~