-Clichés & Tropes -
Disclaimer: The works of Detective Conan and Magic Kaito belongs to Gosho Aoyama-sensei.
Warning: KaiShin relationship.
A/N: I know I should not start something new...but it's supposed to be drabble-like, allowing me to write short stories so...yea...If any of you readers have cliches/troupes, I'm all eyes.
01 Cliffhanger
When people fall over the ledge, it is always possible to have them dangling off the hero's (weak) hold for hours on end until they've finished the conversation, whereby the hero would then easily haul them back to safety.
Let it never be said that acrobats do not have strength. Or that the only thing they have going for them is their flexibility. KID dares bystanders to say that to his face at this very moment as he lays on the ground, arms outstretched to hold tightly onto the slender hand.
"Don't let go." He ordered the detective who had this look in his eyes that hinted on some martyr, self-sacrificing notion running through his mind. "I don't want to break my own motto like this."
"But your injuries..." Just as the words left the (adorable) detective's mouth, a singular blood drop fell from the gash by his temples and landed on the detective's cheeks. "KID, please, just let go of me and escape yourself."
"Never!" KID gritted his teeth. Sweat and blood mixed as it ran down his face. Distantly, he heard an explosion coming from somewhere below. "Meitantei, you're not the type to waste a life, so you shouldn't write yourself off so soon."
KID took a deep breath before bracing himself for the pain (the somewhat dislocated shoulder is killing him at the moment but he would be damned if he gave up because of a little pain) before trying to lift the detective back to a height where said detective could take hold of the building roof's edge.
It took several tries for KID, relentless tugging and pulling, but finally he managed to pull the detective back into the relative safety of the burning down building.
"You're an idiot." The blue eyed detective muttered as he assess both their injuries. Although KID knew the Organisation Takedown would not be easy, he thought infiltration should result in less casualties. But here they are, both injured with blood soaking through their clothes, and a lack of escape routes.
The detective somehow managed to produce a small first aid kit and began treating KID. The lack of his top hat should have raised alarms but KID trusted the detective too much to even care. Also, KID knew the detective knew the value of secrets and would not be revealing this tidbit to anyone else.
"Are you a magician?" KID could not help but ask as he noticed how stocked the kit was. It should be difficult to hide such a kit but the detective managed to pull it out of nowhere.
"You're not the only one who knows how to hide things." He muttered securing the last of the bandages. Standing up, with a slight wobble of course, the detective surveyed his work. With a final nod, he declared it would be adequate enough to see them through their escape. "Now what?"
KID glanced around, locating the top hat immediately and placed it back on his head. With a confident smirk and a swish of his cape, he pulled the detective close so that their hips were touching. His arm wrapped snuggly around the detective's waist, and he pulled them towards another part of the roof. The look of alarm inside the bright blue orbs were soon replaced with surprise.
"Now? Let's get out of here!" Without warning, KID fell back off the building with the detective hanging onto his shoulders for his life. Part way down, KID released the glider and the soar through the night sky with the detective muttering half hearted curses at him.
To stop the detective from becoming too flustered, and seeing as there were no immediate obstacles in their flight path, KID took a moment to duck his head down and let his lips make brief contact with the detective's forehead. The detective shut up immediately and peered through his eyelashes, twin blue orbs twinkle in confusion and expectation.
"You're just too cute." KID could not help himself and dove down for another taste, only this time it was met by another pair of lips instead of clean skin. After a brief moment, the detective was the first to break contact.
"Just look for a place to land Idiot Thief."
"Reward me later?" Instead of a verbal reply, the detective managed to wiggle out a hand and slapped the thief in the face, not too hard that leaves a mark, but hard enough to sting a little. "Feisty."