A flashback chapter prior to kidnapping Shinichi. Think of this chapter as part 1.

Felt the need to write a chapter of Kaito being a creep/stalker (I still love you though) and breaking into our detective's house. Sorry for the long delayyy! Thank you for sticking with me! Mind you, this has being sitting in my drafts for 5 months so I'm sorry if some things don't make sense as I possibly had an idea for that section, but forgot it. I hope you enjoy!
I haven't edited this either cuz I'm just so tired.

Shinichi was not an early morning riser. A fact, Kaito had inadvertently stumbled upon a couple of weeks ago when he thought it would be a brilliant idea to sneak into the detective's house prior to the heist. Slinking into the residence of Japan's most prestigious detective would probably make any criminal or even his assistants question his sanity. If he had any, to begin with.

Kaito had arrived on scene at around Midnight. His eyes studied the streets for anything out of the unusual. The last thing he needed tonight was to find some depraved, drunks lurking in the shadows, endeavouring with the same purpose, with more dire intentions. The thought of someone else besides him, playing out their raunchy desires on his detective, left a sour taste in Kaito's mouth. That's why he was here to ensure those intentions never happen.

Shinichi was reserved for him. And he wanted to keep it that way.

Kaito gave a cautious glance to the next-door building where he recalled that was where the older man known as Professor Agasa resided as well as that evil-looking strawberry haired girl who wandered about wearing her pristine, lab coat. Did her expression ever change?

Kaito took a double-glance at next-door again. Hm, it looked like no one was there as no lights were seen or presumably the pair were asleep. Kaito expected that was the predicament.

It was a different status at the Kudo's manor.

A single lit room on the top floor of the manor advertised Shinichi's position to the single visitant. Shining the torchlight onto the blueprint in his hand, Kaito grinned, realising where his detective was residing. The Kudo's family library.

Digging into his jacket's pocket for his iPhone, he unlocked the device and scrolled through a forum until he found what he was looking for. According to this online fan, his detective's sleep schedule often varied depending on the cases, ranging from 12 am to 4 am. Another admonition offered by the user was about a sighting regarding a man wearing glasses and pink hair going in and out of the house, scaring off the intruders. Kaito quivered. Could the user be talking about the very man who had threatened him about returning the photos and then proceeded to trap him in the bathroom with the small detective?

That man was no doubt dangerous, so best to avoid him at all cost, especially if Kaito wanted to see another daybreak.

A light, brisk breeze stroked Kaito's cheeks. The man exhaled out a "brr".

The library's light was still on. Kaito could only pray tonight his detective decided to hit the sacks early. Since Japan was in winter, the nights were chilly and bitter. Kaito was dressed in a light black puffer jacket; black gloves protected his hands. The icy breezes were already tackling his skin.

Alas, either Lady Luck still adored him or out of pure luck, the light on the top floor faded out. Kaito felt his heart race. It was time to set his plan into motion. Being the master of subtlety, Kaito came prepared. Tiptoeing to the walls of the manor, Kaito kneeled; settling his duffer bag down and rummaged through it. A concerned frown laced his lips. He was sure he had packed the item in the bag before he left his residence. Concern was replaced with relief when the man's fingers came in contact with something metal.

Aha, there you are.

The item of interest was hauled out into the open, a grappling hook — a criminal's best friend for these types of circumstances.

The hook made a slight whistle as got spun around in the man's hand before Kaito lunged forward, loosening his grip as the hook flew across the walls. A soft clack was all Kaito needed to know that the hook had landed successfully. Out of prudence, Kaito tugged at the rope firmly. Yep, secure.

Climbing up the walls was an effortless task for Kaito. Once over, Kaito landed onto the ground in the similar stance of a cat. A grin of triumph graced his lips. Step 1 accomplished.

The next segment was seeking to find a way into the manor. He took out the phone again. According to another user, the account goes that his detective was notified of the attempted break-ins and the next day was sighted leaving a store carrying a bag which fans guessed were break-in proof locks and other gadgets.

Looked like the salmon haired guy didn't do an excellent job on house protection.

Heh, those pesky, neophyte stalkers would surely be too scared to set foot through the gates now. Which meant, Kaito had the whole stage to himself.

Insignificant gadgets did not affect him nor scare him. In fact, he was getting an adrenaline rush. Stay focused, you idiot; the man scolded himself. He was treading in dangerous territory. He needed to be on guard at all time.

Hunched over, Kaito crept closer towards the manor. So far, every window was secure. After exploring the premise for a way in, Kaito's heart was ready to sink in frustration when he paused at the steps of the entrance. He squinted. Maybe the cold was getting to him, but from where he was standing, he was confident the front door was slightly ajar. He shone the torchlight towards the opening. His suspicions were confirmed. How did he miss seeing it? Never mind that, why was the door even open? Did the detective not realise he was practically beckoning any intruder to enter, vile intentions or not. Panic swept through Kaito's mind as he moved up the entrance stairs.

What if someone had already entered? No, not possible, his mind denied vehemently. In the past hour, he hadn't sensed anyone else come through the area. Gulping down his worries, Kaito took the risk to enter.

Once inside, Kaito made the fatal mistake of closing the door behind him. There went the awful familiar sounds of locks been bolted into place — just his fucking luck. The man jiggled the knob once or twice before stepping back. He was trapped.

Shit.

Alarm bells rang through Kaito's mind. Stay calm, stay calm, the man intoned. Maybe he could unhitch one of the windows' locks from inside. However, that was not possible, Kaito soon discovered. Oh, how he wished he had brought his pick locking kit with him. But all he had with him was a grappling rope, a camera (you know the reason), and a few other necessities that were no use for escaping.

He may as well take the opportunity to investigate the manor and pray he finds an escape route on the way.

The Kudo's estate was surprisingly dark. And big. Kaito made his way through the numerous chambers, admiring the handiworks and furnishings. It did occur to Kaito that most of the rooms he entered were, vacant. There was no sign of the scary salmon-haired man. Thank goodness. Feeling satisfied with the lower level and a jacket full of items.

It was time to check out the upstairs area. Kaito felt his heart get caught in his throat when the stairs creaked slightly at the sudden weight. He waited for a few minutes, dreading the moment of hearing the fast-paced of feet belonging to the detective. But it never came. As quiet as a mouse, Kaito approached the top of the landing return. Peeking around the corner, the man was welcomed with the sight of a pretty lengthy corridor. God, this house was like a labyrinth. No end in sight. Using the wall as guidance, Kaito continued on his tour, not letting the eerieness unsettle him.

You could say his efforts were rewarded as man halted at the doorway. There was no need to look at the map as he knew what room he was standing in. Kaito advanced.

Pass the rows of shelves, crowded to the brim with literature. Pass the scattered documents on the table and pass a briefcase negligently left ajar.

The footsteps came to a pause as Kaito's eyes lowered onto the sleeping man's face slouched in the chair. Kaito's heart almost stopped in his chest. Even when sleeping, the man was still a beauty.

However, Kaito wasn't charmed by the awkward position the man had placed his neck in. Just looking at it was making his own neck tingle with discomfort.

Snatching a cushion from the other chair, Kaito lifted the man's head with tender care. The deed was also bestowed on the abandoned book, which was now resting on the side table.

Feeling satisfied with his concise efforts, Kaito stepped back slowly. He stood there for a good 5 minutes, finding it hard to tear himself from Shinichi's side. Yet, he knew he had to.

He couldn't get arrested. Not now.

So with a heavy heart, the man slipped back into the shadows. His presence withering away like the blackness itself as the first breath of dawn broke through the sky.

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It was around late morning when the detective eventually woke up. Kaito had lost count on how many times he needed to heat up the scrambled eggs just for the sake of keeping them warm and fresh. When the detective arrived on the scene, it was apparent the man was only half-awake. Shinichi could have easily pulled off being a walking zombie, dead on the inside but subconsciously awake. Another sign was how all his shirt-buttons had been done up in the wrong holes.

Alas, Kaito's amusement increased as the detective made a beeline to the coffee mug. The black liquid was guzzled down in a heartbeat. Instantly, Shinichi looked more attentive.

Whipping out his notebook, Kaito jotted down: coffee is the cure for getting rid of the detective's drowsiness.

The man would most likely be startled at the discovery of finding freshly cooked scrambled eggs. Well, Katio didn't have to envision the scenario, since he was present at the scene.

The thief had spent the whole night hacking away at the security locks, gaining nothing but blistered hands. Kaito would like to say that this experience was a one-time slip-up. He usually wasn't this careless. But when it came to a certain detective. Well, did he have to say anymore?

The lounge room was quite an exposed area with limited hiding space. Right now, Kaito was crouching near the staircase, attempting to calm his breathing. Hopefully, luck was on his side.

Indeed it was.

Shinichi must have, at some point, released the locks on the windows as a soft breeze danced into the room. The taste of freedom was only a few runs away. How was he going to get there?

Kaito was saved once again by the sound of beeping from Shinichi's phone, vibrating on the table. The detective leaned over; unlocking it.

A soft 'Oh shit, I'm late" was uttered as detective glanced at the oven's clock. The clanking of dishes landing into the sink with such force made Kaito winced. Shinichi's abrupt footsteps racing up the staircase was a delight to Kaito's ears. In the same time frame, the thief sped across the room, towards the ajar window and flung himself out. Kaito toppled and dropped painfully into the bushes. Filled with thorns.

Fighting through the pain, Kaito seized his bag and bolted down the path to the gate. Once a safe distance away from the manor, Kaito was still panting as he leaned against the wall. His hand nimbly disappeared into the bag, retrieving the camera; switching it on.

God, the images were perfect.

Kaito traced his finger across the digital photo, hovering slightly over those rosy lips. A lustful smile laced his lips. He couldn't wait to add these beauties to his expanding wall collection.

The good news the next chapter is already at 1000 words, so it should be ready to publish in next couple of weeks. BUT, I can't make any promises! Thank you for reading! See you!