I love these two. I wanna double date- no- I wanna date them both!

Advertising Nerves of Steel by Ellen Brand: [link] which is a story surrounding the characters of Magic Kaitou (and therefore requires special guest appearance from Detective Conan protagonist).

I've been reading Ellen's stuff since she was writing Power Rangers fiction. Power Rangers fiction. Can you imagine how far back that takes me? Ellen's an old fav.

Anyway, if you like Vathara's stuff, you'll be sure to like Ellen's.

Fic clip:

The thief currently was sitting on a small couch, almost certainly rescued from a trash point somewhere, head tipped back against the backrest, eyes closed in an expression of utter exhaustion. Though he was still wearing the suit, the cape, hat, and monocle were gone, and the face Conan could see looked very familiar.

Damn it, why does he always DO this? the detective growled, temper flaring white-hot. I am so sick of seeing my own face on him...

Then cold logic kicked in, reaching out and throttling down the anger ruthlessly. Wait. THINK. He's exhausted, and he's obviously at the end of his rope. He looks like hell, and he just saved you from something that wears his face and ripped a man's heart out. He's not in any condition to be taunting you. He's still wearing the suit, and he always goes the whole way with disguises. And you know he was able to pull off Shinichi without any type of mask once...

"This is what you really look like, isn't it?" Conan asked, taking a hesitant step closer, as the pieces fit together with a click. Now that he really looked, he could see that the hair was wild and spiky, rather than the reasonably orderly sight he usually saw in a mirror.

The thief snorted, not bothering to look up. "I figured there wasn't much point in hiding any more. If you haven't figured out who I am by now... you will, before this is all over."