At the roof top, the overwhelming noise of the incoming police helicopters slowly faded into the background as Aoko awaited the confrontation. She simply stood there, ignoring her flying jacket and skirt. In front of her perched her childhood friend Kuroba Kaito—or should she now call him the legendary thief, Kaitou Kid—precariously on the edge of the building, clad in the magnificent white magician suit of his.
"Kuroba Kaito...-kun," Aoko said, her voice shaky but resolute.
In a graceful move, Kaito turned to face her, an elusive smile on his face.
"Aoko-chan," he whispered as he took several soft light steps towards her. There was no horror, no fear in his calm eyes.
And this confused Aoko. She was all poised to intimidate him, chastise him and perhaps, persuade him to stop this thieving business. Instead, her heart started to palpitate when Kaito stopped right in front of her, holding her gaze. Then, unexpectedly, he tilted her head slightly and pressed his lips to hers.
Aoko was stunned, she could barely move, or think. This was bad. One part of her had wanted to tell Kaito to turn himself up; the other part had wanted to tell Kaito to escape. Now the helicopters are closing on them and the fact that she was starting to feel light-headed did not help at all...
When Kaito finally pulled away, Aoko fell softly onto his shoulders, fast asleep, drugged.
"Gomenne, Aoko-chan," he whispered as he laid her gently on the floor and wiped off the sleeping drug from his own lips.
Well, he had no choice. He was not prepared to confront her in a situation like this. Of course, drugging Aoko would probably make the situation worse for him in the future, but that was his only option, wasn't it?
With a fluid motion, he whipped out a small gadget and pressed the sole button on it before the police helicopters could corner him.
The next moment, all that could be seen of him was a large white bird, stark against the night sky.
"KAITO KID!! DON'T YOU ESCAPE FROM ME AGAIN!!" Officer Nakamori screamed as he scrambled up the stairs to the roof top and caught the last glimpse of Kaito's glider.
"SHIT!" This was the 30th time he had lost to that thieving rogue, the insolent criminal, his enigmatic nemesis! In his rage, he had ignored all the frantic cries for instructions, which were now bursting through his walkie-talkie. Stupid, inexperienced underlings! Now the media is going to make that Kid rascal into a hero again. Damn the media.
Then, he looked down.
"AOKO!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"
It soon occurred to him that his daughter was unconscious, and that beside her sleeping body Kaito Kid had left a note.
Damn it. How does he always find time to scribble a note while the helicopters are struggling to trap him?
Hey Officer Nakamori,
Your cute daughter has begged me to leave the jewel this time, and as you know, I cannot resist requests from cute ladies, so I will let you off for now
Attached is the Crying Amethyst T_T
Till next time,
Kaito Kid ;)
Damn his emoticons.
Inspector Nakamori held the piece of paper tightly in his hands and looked down at his daughter. He would have to interrogate her as a witness, now.
Shit.
"Kaito wrote this? This is NOT Kaito!" Aoko stared at the piece of paper, which was very crumpled, in shock. What happened in the past 24 hours seemed a dream, now that the only evidence remained was a frivolous message in which she was referred to as a "cute lady". And the emoticons. This is NOT Kaito! NOT Kuroba Kaito...
"Now, Nakamori Aoko, I don't care whether you think it's Kaito or not, because I know it is him, but I don't know why you were there, drugged, on the roof top and now you're telling me this is not Kaito Kid!!" Inspector Nakamori shouted at the top of his voice. He pushed out of his chair and slammed his hand on the metal table, his usual way of intimidating unwilling witnesses, or suspects. But, he never imagined he would have to do this to his daughter.