Do Not Mess With Funky Gems
Chapter 1: The Beginning
By Shyro Foxfeather
I suppose it all started a while ago, my story, that is.
Excuse my impoliteness I am Kaito Kuroba. If you, on your routine schedule, chanced to once glance at the paper, I assume you would probably have seen me at least once. Although not by the name I formerly introduced myself as. Front page, dead center, would be me, the Kaitou Kid.
This night changed a lot of things, I suppose...
Positioned on the crown of the local hotel, a bustling and merry place to be about now (the interior of the hotel that is), sat a young teenage boy with pallid skin and dark-chocolate colored (but extremely unkempt) hair. His face was split into a tricksters grin not unlike that of a Cheshire cat's.
He drew from his dark coat a bulky pair of sturdily made binoculars that seemed too large to have come from such a small jacket. Leaning forward, he pressed the object to his eyes and the grin threatened to split his face in two.
"Oh ho ho… Let's see… Ah! There's Nakamori-keibu! Good, good…" He muttered.
Now for the show to begin…After his hasty once over he placed the binoculars back from whence they came and he stood for a moment.
And without warning he leapt from the building.
However, instead of the messy haired high school student, there descended a young man dressed almost entirely in white bearing a cape, a top hat, and the signature monocle of one Kaitou 1412.
Kaitou Kid
He pressed a pin that lay veiled inside his stark white left glove and his cape flared out into a tightly strung triangular shape held together from mysteriously appearing bars and string.
The cape, now hang-glider, caught the Kaitou's form as he fell and elegantly soared him in the direction of Fukuoka's substantially guarded museum.
Kid landed regally on the neighboring roof of his current target. The police seemed to bear a resemblance to ants, or bees, swarming over a delectable treat.
Grinning widely he waited…
An onslaught of flaming, yet harmless, explosives detonated themselves from the opposing corner of the museum.
The police began to panic, rushing around like startled rabbits. They called each other via walkie-talkie to validate where-abouts and pursue the Kid's location.
Grinning he leapt the resident gap and landed upon the slick black Museum roof. It was apparent that no one was expected to climb onto such a place since the roof was dangerously slanted and there was not a door in sight.
However, the Kaitou already knew this.
He dashed across the roof. That feat alone enough to boast of excellent talent and skill. And just as a helicopter's beam was about to discover him with it's radiance, the thief dived over the remaining roof and onto a lower balcony where he disappeared amongst the shadows.
Because, of course, the show doesn't start until the performer arrives.
In an instant a tiny pick materialized in his right hand and he swiftly unlatched the glass with phenomenal ease.
Creeping through the window he mentally recorded where he was on his psychological map of the museum and grinned.
"Now… Now the fun starts." He said in a voice that was all his and yet completely foreign. It was, what one could call, the intonation of one who'd ceased to exist long ago.
He crept out the exit and strode down the corridor. "Wow…" He murmured. "I'm almost amazed at their blatant lack of security in this place."
Without prior notice the lights flickered out and the Kid was left in absolute darkness.
"Oh yeah. It's a trick. There's always a trick." He sighed.
"STOP RIGHT THERE KID!!" Bellowed Officer Nakamori from the end of the hallway.
"Ah. Officer! Glad to see your doing well. What are you up to these days? Chinese Checkers?" Nakamori bristled at the utter lack of concern the Kaitou Kid exhibited by being backed into a corner. "Ah! It must be knitting right? Don't worry, I won't tell a soul!"
With this the Kid hurled a flash bomb to the flooring and in an instant had vanished. Nakamori cursed—which he does A LOT—and gave chase, his men at his heels awaiting orders.
Kid darted down the hall, dodging police and avoiding being dog piled upon. Finally he reached the room that with held his target and burst through the door in a gathering of confetti, streamers, and fireworks.
Pandemonium ensued as he crossed the room in a blink of an eye. Securing the gem—a lovely emerald with a violent legend—he proceeded with his favorite part of the heist.
The mocking, of course.
"And here I thought all those police were for protecting the gem, ne? Guess I was wrong." He chided.
"Not quite Kaitou Kid!" Cried Nakamori.
Kid ducked and dodged before the two police that had lunged themselves at him from behind could hit their mark. He spun around and drove himself from the floor by his hands, which propelled him until his feet brushed the ceiling. A few untraceable hooks latched and held him upside down and above the raging officers' heads. A few obscured wires and pikes ran through his cape to keep it from dipping within police capture range and give the appearance that the Kid was right side up and the others were upside down.
"Naughty, naughty. Trying to ruin the show, ne Nakamori?" Kid jeered while he tsk'ed in a maternal manner.
"Get down here you asinine thief! I'll teach you to respect authority!!" Nakamori snarled irately.
The Kaitou blinked and shook his head 'no'. "I have no time for something as silly as that, however, thank you for the offer."
Nakamori cursed as the Kid plummeted from the ceiling and, after gracefully touching ground, dashed towards the nearby window. The Officer gave one final chase at his current chance to capture the Kid.
Just as the thief bounded out the window and set off his hang-glider, Nakamori's fingers seized onto the white and silky fabric.
As the glider jerked in surprise and small snap whipped the material from the man's fingers.
Before the Officer could bite back an oncoming curse he stared on in horror, as did the other men in the room, as the glider spun erratically and was ensnared into the corner of a lower building. The thief was suddenly thrown forward violently and out of view of the shocked onlookers.
And Nakamori couldn't even curse.
The fallen Kaitou sputtered as he yanked himself free of the murky waters that inhabited a great deal of the area that was a measly block away from where he had taken off. He was grateful it was too shadowy to see the slithery creatures that thrived in the river. Swiftly from his jacket he pulled forth the focus of the heist.
A beautiful emerald that was darkened by his looming shadow.
"Are you it, my little sparkly? Are you everything I—No—we've worked so hard for?" He sighed with longing at what he could be holding in his grasp. Shifting his exhausted weight over he lay on the grass and held the gem at arm's length at a position that allowed him to see the bright full moon through it.
The gem glimmered to life.
The emerald grew brighter until it scorched his hands with the blinding lime radiance. His upper body was bathed in forest green luminosity as his body was petrified in place. The white clad teen cried out in surprise and pain when the jewel's light burned his eyes even as they were snapped shut.
His body seemed to pulse and writhe, and burn with the very touch of cloth, grass, stone, and air.
The jewel's light retreated back into itself and the hand that had held it up released it when it fell limp upon the rocky gravel freckled with grass.
The Kaitou Kid's lay lifelessly on the ground.
A certain man who had been searching for the thief, and had been alerted to the spot by the glow of the unnatural, ran up just as the faint glimmer in the emerald died down to a mere blackened green stone once more.
And that was how he found him.
TBC…
Disclaimer: Chaos, Logic, and myself lay no claim upon Detective Conan and are thus sadly disappointed in our Evil Genius tactics.
This story was started quite a while ago and it took me a great deal of time get out this first chapter. I hope you enjoyed it.
Logic would like it known that he's responsible for all big words and Chaos is responsible for the dynamic action scenes. And the Chaos.
I just type the stuff.
And the Moral is… Never ever mess with funky gems.
