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referencing this scene when shinichi's in new york with ran and he just like?? pulls out a chipmunk/squirrel??

Inspired by this official art:

Fork- people with no sense of taste since they were born, natural hunters, most of Forks go crazy over Cakes as they go either psychotic since they have the natural instincts of a predator or a hunter and become obsessed with their chosen cakes as misconceptions about their biology makes them a feared and unwelcome group of people in society. It didnt help that there isn't much of a research or discussion about forks in the world. Partlydue to the widespread fear of them as general misconceptions became rampant about the topic and the subspecies as a whole. Called either mysterious, killers, canabals, or will eat fellow humans as they often go crazy for a sense of taste. Most forks become criminals as normally, due to the suppression and stigma regarding their biology, they are often left destitute in society.

Their eyes glow when they go feral. If they're normal and isn't too stimulated by a taste or smell, they just look normal and can't really be determined as a fork other than their subtle behavioral signs.

Cakes- Each cake (a person) has a unique flavor and taste to them, they also smell as they each give off unique pheromones. If a cake meets a fork, that fork would suddenly be able to taste flavors. Cakes are more like preys but not known to most people, cakes have a subtle allure in their smell and tastes. Any fork, once having tasted a cake, will slowly become addicted to said cake if the feeding becomes a continous intake without rest between periods. Cakes, in a guide like esque way, can subtly manipulate or brainwash affected forks to do their bidding. But this fact isnt commonly known as after all, there isn't much research on this subspecies of humans. (Kaito has a natural talent and easier time in practicing this, partly due to his unique constitution as a cake. Basically, he's the cake of all cakes.)

Kaito was born as a cake. His mother told him at a young age to never reveal that he was a cake. His father had been a cake but he was killed by an organization due to being one. Grieving and in pain, the thought that forks had been responsible for his father's death caused Kaito to hate forks as a whole. As he slowly grew up, his mother, in case someone went after her poor son, trained Kaito on how to be a good cake. From tricks, to deception, to how to fight visciously, how to a fork's constitution against themselves and finally how to display yourseld as if you're just one innocent harmless little cake, easy to eat up but really, you're a poisoned treat. Fortunately for Kaito, he and his mother realised he had a unique constitution (doesn't have a concrete smell or taste, just sweet) thus he was trained by his mother on how to control the output of his pheromones to hopefully one day blend in with the masses as just a normal guy who has a cologne that smells sweet.

When Kaito had taken up the mantle of Kaitou Kid, he had experimented and found that he could manipulate his pheromones to taste and smell like something else. He did it with chocolate, he succeeded, he did it with pudding, he also succeeded. Kaito slowly smiled as he then tried it with a cookie laced cyanide. He suceeded. The taste of what he replicates could give a phantom like sensation and taste to the forks he affected. As Kid, he always makes his taste and smell have a lightly laced poison, subtle enough to be a small dose he could use to brainwash and manipulate forks for his deceit and work, getting them as crowds to hinder his enemies and the law enforcement. But when he encounters the utterly worse of those forks, Kaito makes his smell so enticing that even if it was clearly heavily poisoned, they would eat it and do his bidding, essentially leading them with a sweet smile and open arms into the palm of the police.

Kid sweetly smiled, watching in vindictive euphoria as the fork trashed around while being held down by police officers. A sharper smell, the acrid taste of poison and a twitch of the fork's limbs, Kaito chuckled lowly as the man had a seizure at Kaito's heavy taste.

It's a delight to be a treat~

Kudo Shinichi is a fork, he wants to become detective. He got lucky since his mother was a cake as he was found to be a Fork relatively early. He was brought up mostly by his father, having been separated from his mother by Yusaku in fear that Shinichi would attack and 'eat' his mother. Raised to be a restricted Fork who would be able to ignore his nature and instincts of a hunter, he has lived his life with fangs filed to canines and claws meticulously clipped everyday to be nails. Shinichi, as a young child, had once time bitten his mother and tasted her blood (strawberry jam, his mother tastes like strawberry jam, Shinichi's fangs ached). That was the first time Shinichi manifested as a fork and he had been promptly disciplined harshly by Yusaku for 5 days straight (Shinichi never expected it from his normally calm and level headed father, he never expected to be locked up and... and...) He was only able to briefly hug his mother as an apology after the punishment and had stayed away from Yukiko ever since, both because of the fear of a very harsh punsihment and because he dearly loved his mother and feared that he would 'eat' her. Shinichi was trained (harshly and utterly enough to make someone normal break) by his father to look, act and be a normal human. Yukiko was often worried for Shinichi, secretly thinking that the lessons, discipline and conditioning was too harsh for a young child. But even against her pleas, it never stopped as slowly, Shinichi learned to adapt and persist, not wanting to hurt people as he wants to become a detective

(Bruises, scars, wearing a muzzle when disciplined, eating a tasteless slop of food every day, filing down his fangs, trying not to give in to instincts of baring his fangs and making them show as he knew he would get disciplined harder, lessons, acting normal, supresssupresssupress, not giving any indication he can smell the Cakes passing by him, hunger driving him crazy inside as. Cause after all, even if he can eat that lingering mental hunger deep in his soul was never quenched. Clip... clip... no claws.... clip, clip, clipclipclip).

Shinichi never dared to even just elongate his now small fangs due to neglected use and damage to it, out. Shinichi slowly restrained his emotions more and more and moremoremoremore until Shinichi acts like a normal human... He feels broken inside.

The Kudo couple was successful as now, Shinichi grew up as a good fork and soon enough, became the Great Detective of the East. Shinichi turning his predator instincts as a fork, part of what he feated, to be used for his one true passion, being a detective.

Now after the events of Conan, (Shinichi never met Kid as Conan as Kid's heists here are far more dangerous for children) Shinichi is back as a teenager, fresh from a breakup and with fangs still small and damage from long neglect. He was thriving, even if how little, he was happy with his lot in life. He's still 'hungry' but the happiness is there no matter how meager it felt beside the void like hole in his chest, Shinichi ignores it and just satisfies himself by burrying his head in cases as after all, he's back in his body and living the dream.

Until one day, he was invited by Inspector Megure to an event. A heist, the inspector said, where apparently they wanted to see his prowess as a detective against the criminal responsible. Shinichi accepted and for the first time, met Kaitou Kid. A phantom thief who was charming, devious and utterly terrifyingly cunning behind the facade of a gentleman. Kid, seeing this new face in his playground, was just thinking that it would be easy to play this new detective around. After all, even if he was the famed Great Detective of the East, Kaito had been training for far longer than to be just easily caught in one night. But nonetheless, the thief was pleasantly suprised that Shinichi could follow him as he ran through the halls, solve his tricks and even, avoid his traps. Kid, secretly a Cake who uniquely doesnt have an exact pheromone as he could control what he smells like, taste like and how much he could output, decided to secretly use his pheromones to attract some unstable forks to help him get the police off his back. Unbeknownst to Kid, Shinichi's eyes widdened as he was blasted in the face with pure concentrated Cake pheromones, faltering in his steps as he stumbled and tripped. Kid paid no mind to the detective behind him as he didn't look back at him and kept running, escaping the scene of crime as forks started to break in and raid the musuem. Shinichi trembled on the floor. Hacking and coughing as he slowly felt his control slipping...nonononoNoNoNo!

Shinichi got up, stumbling as he removed himself from the public (he doesn't want to hurt them) and tried to find an isolated dark alley to break down in. After all, a feral fork is a murderer in the waiting. Shinichi doesnt care if the criminal got away, fearing more now on the safety of his secret. After all, he had been just happy (is it too much to ask for him to just have a sliver of happiness? To just let him have this?) Even admist the hypocrisy of society, he had tried his best with the cards he had been dealt with, even as a child. And now this? Why now when he was content and happy even as a... as a Fork and everything.. everything just had come to shit so soon... Shinichi just feels sorrow for his naivety in believing he could at least be happy despite his constitution. Shinichi desperately tried to control himself but couldn't, slowly breaking down as he fell deeper into his spiral.(pleasedontbiteanyoneimsafeimsfepleaseipromiseiwontbiteimagoodforkpleasepleasedontbescaredimsorry).

A few minutes later, Shinichi utterly drained and just wanting to go home, slowly gets up and leaves the alley as now that the haze from the cake pheromones is gone means that he's no longer at risk of going feral.

Kid was successful in escaping, hidding away in a corner of his hiding place. But imagine the thief's suprise as just a few minutes later, Kid froze and watched from his nook as the Great Detective of the East slowly stumbled into the dark alley. Panting and leaning on the wall for dear life, Kid's confusion from the earlier confusing behavior of the detective when Kid manipulated his own pheromones, was answered as he saw the detective with the clear characteristic of a Fork. Luminous sky blue eyes, glowing uneerily in the dark and fangs sharpened to an uncanny degree, the detective slumped on the wall, whimpering as he curled up.

Meanwhile Kid, having realised the truth, quickly muffled a sharp bark of laugh. Cause really a fork is a detective? A famous one at that? And fully integrated in society? Laughable! Kaito is intrigued! Kid slowly smiled sharply as it seems there's an interesting predator in his midst. Kid watched as a few minutes later, the detective got up, trudging a bit and acting like everything was normal when he was just at cusps of going berserk and feral. Kid watched as Kudo Shinichi went back to the police to report for the heist conclusion as Shinichi walked along the sidewalk, admist innocent people, acting like he wasn't a Fork.

(Shinichi is internally exhausted and just wants to cry but... he can't show that outwardly can't he?)

Kid grinned, how intriguing~

Prey is now hunting the Predator

Kid is subtly trying to get close to Shinichi though in a way that kind of borders in seducing, courting, flirting and annoying way even though he doesn't really like the detective in that way (yet). Sometimes Kid is subtle, sometimes he's not. Nonetheless, Shinichi thinks Kid is just being annoying but then a strange sense of being hunted down persists and Shinichi Just. Does. Not. Get. It! Its driving him crazy! Whenever Kid does something else weird, Shinichi, with his upbringing, overthinks and interprets it as something else. Scared out of his wits, Shinichi tries to see if Kid knows his secret but with how chummy and friendly the cake is, Shinichi doesn't know. Left to his devices, the poor detective is left thinking only one thing.