DCMK Oneshot! What happens when the boyfriends find a notebook containing all the juicy secrets of their girlfriends? Trouble.
“What? So ye’re saying the answers are in there?”
"Precisely, it's a notebook where they all write their juicy gossips and secrets!" Kaito held up a velvet cover. His grin wide as a cat, he then proceeded to flip open a few pages.
Besides him, the two detectives stared in curiousity. Heiji tilted his head. "Useless gossips? Tch, that ought to be a waste of time."
Shinichi couldn't agree more. He'd rather watch paint dry or that inspector endlessly chase a certain magician. Though it wasn't uncommon for gossips especially at this day, and especially because they were still high schoolers, it's just that, he would really prefer to solve cases than to engage in such meaningless texts.
And plus, Ran would most definitely murder him. He turned to Heiji, seeing him having the same deadpan reaction.
"Hmm, there's a lot of things going around school-" Kaito murmured the texts. "A teacher eating mint ice cream? I'm offended! It's a nice flavor."
Heiji nudged the other detective, tilting his head towards the magician. "Waste of time."
Shinichi chuckled. He turned around, planning to stay in his study instead. Heiji shook his head and made his way into the kitchen, there were audible clanks of utensils. 'Nothing bores Kuroba, I guess.'
Five minutes later, he was already in the study when he heard a huge bang back in the living room. When he trudged back, he did not expect Hattori to stand there, mouth agape. A metal bowl was spinning around the floor before it stills. Then he trails his eyes to Kuroba who hung upside down on the couch, eyes gleaming with amusement.
"What happened?" He asks unsurely. Both of them turned their heads towards him, one held a surprised look, the other was fretting with happiness.
"Kudo, this ain't a waste of time." Hattori walked towards him, pulling out the pink apron and slamming it on the counter. The said detective grunted as his collar was pulled. Hattori dragged him towards the other couch.
"Oi Hattori, what's with you," he scowled.
Hattori placed a finger on his lips. "Shh, this is important."
They turned to Kuroba who was now seated properly. The boy crossed his legs then cleared his throat, seeming like a professional panelist.
"Gentlemen, I believe we have hit the jackpot."
"What?" Shinichi eyed them both warily. This was already weird enough. Hattori paid him no mind, his eyes sharp at the other side. He held his palm under his chin and Shinichi jolted with a bit of worry. He hadn't seen him look so serious unless it was a case. "What are you talking about?"
"Ah ah," Kuroba swayed a hand before swiping his index to his tongue. He turned a page. "I'm really glad Shinichi's back, I've missed him alot," he began.
Shinichi's brows crossed before realization slapped him in the face. It was a diary so of course, they'd write about their feelin-
"I don't know, I kind off want to see him with his glasses on again." Kuroba turns to him with a grin. The young detective exploded in red before looking away with a clear of his throat. "You must now fulfill your lady's wishes, my dearest Kudo."
That's stupid, Shinichi thought. Ran hadn't given him any indication that she wanted him to wear it. They had even moved past that whole fiasco. But. But. she had written that in the notebook, so it meant that she did want him to wear it, right? He was willing to, of course.
"What'd the ahou say about me?" The Osakan interrupted, there's excitement in his tone, his failure to hide it was evident. Kuroba paid heed to his request, head going left to right.
"Heiji's so annoying sometimes!" A sly smirk making its way to the male's features. Then for a second, he paused, his smile widened. "I really wish that ahou would stop being so angry at me."
"That's It?"
"I do it on purpose though, I can't help it, he's hot when he's mad." Kuroba finished and in an instant, the chair flung its way to the wall. The notebook was now in another man's hands as he inaudibly began to splutter. "Hey! Rude much?"
Shinichi jumped at the impact of the chair before he immediately made sure it was standing in its right position. He turned to Hattori who was immediately red from his face to his toes. "T-t-that ahou-" he stammered, hands shaking. His face zoomed from left to right and over again. It didn't make sense, it was really Kazuha's handwriting.
A diabolical laugh filled the room.
'Kuroba found it extremely funny eh?' Both detectives shot each other a look. Then Shinichi strides his way to the other and turns a page. His eyes skimming the text until they he exactly what he was looking for.
"Bakaito is such a jerk," Hattori says in a bad Kanto accent. The latter stood straight before he twisted his head back. "But he's so cute when he crossdresses, I really don't want to tell him that. It'll boost his ego ugh!"
It was now Kuroba's turn to fling the couch. Both boys toppled over until they are laid out in the middle of the vintage carpet. Hattori grunted in pain but the magician was quick to snatch the notebook from his hands.
"She said that?!"
"Ahou! My back!"
"My carpet!" Shinichi scowled before he stood between them, he snatched the item from Kuroba's hold and had it not been for his obvious vein on his temple, Kuroba would have yelled.
But instead, he grimaces and retracts to the floor.
"Let us agree on a truce. Five minutes," Shinichi held up his palm, eyes glaring at each of theirs. "Each of us gets five minutes before we hand it over." He points at the wooden clock just by the desk.
"I will start,"
"That's not fa-"
"I, will, start." The eastern detective dares him to continue.
Instead, Kuroba slumps on the couch dejectedly. His face sours but only flicks a card up his sleeve and shifts it through his fingers. Shinichi then turns his head to the side, his eyes ready to devour words.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/51326902/chapters/153261904
