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The melody flows around the cold atmosphere. He took another step closer to the rooftop’s door and placed his hand on the doorknob. The door made a click noise before opening. When he entered, he could see his rival sitting under the faint light of the moon.
Kudou remembered this song. The person kept playing on and on and he couldn’t resist the urge to step closer. He wanted to take a look at that person. After a moment, he really can’t stop himself anymore. The footsteps echoed as he walked closer inch by inch.
He was now standing beside the magician, a smile curled upon the other’s lips. It was just a kind smile. Though to him, it looked heartwarming. The song continued, but this time, Kudou heard a soft voice singing along to the melody. The detective can’t endure but hum too.
It was just the two of them. They were alone on the rooftop. There was only a small distance between them.
Kid’s cape was billowing in the wind showing elegance. However, Kudou must say that the thief was enjoying his time alone until the detective came.
L'âme en peine (The soul in pain)
The talented hands moved onto a different place of the piano tiles.
Il vit mais parle à peine ( He lives but barely speaks)
The magician’s body leaned against him a little.
Il l'attend (He is waiting)
The detective felt his heart warmed up.
Devant cette photo d'antan (In front of this photo of yesteryear)
The rest of the melody went smooth.
Il, il n'est pas fou (He’s not crazy)
Il y croit c'est tout (He believes in it that’s all)
Il la voit partout (He sees her everywhere)
Il l'attend debout (He’s waiting for her standing)
Une rose à la main (A rose in the hand)
A part elle il n'attend rien (Apart from her he expects nothing)
…
When the thief stopped playing, he glanced down and saw the magician had one hand covering his mouth to giggle. “And there I thought you had a bad taste in music.” Did Kid just offended him?
“Really? Thought it was familiar. And I never knew you could play any musical instruments.” The detective protested, nudged at the magician’s shoulder. He only received a louder laughter as a response.
“Tsk tsk.” The thief closed off the piano’s fallboard.
“Are you even a magician or a musician?” Kudou grinned as he stepped closer, probably invading the thief’s personal space. That grin grew even wider when he saw Kid’s face start to flush with a bright red colour.
“Ugh, who are you to judge me?”
“Your lover.” He stated what sounded like a whisper as he pulled the magician in for a kiss, getting satisfied with the other’s yelp. His left hand wrapped around the thief’s waist and the other cupped the right cheeks. Kid on the other hand wrapped his arms around Kudou’s neck, pulling him closer.
“I hate you sometimes.” Kid said as they both separated. The magician’s face looks like a real mess. Those soft lips got swollen.
“Oh? Would you not like me to stay by your side?” He teased the magician, earning a growl of defeat.
Kid pushed him away saying, “Fine, you can stay just give me some personal space.” He was now pouting and Kudou couldn't stop laughing at the sight. How delightful. “Maybe don’t stay too far away…,” He continued, embarrassed.
Kudou loved his partner.