Disclaimer: Right, so I don't own any of these characters, even though I desperately wish I did; Gosho Aoyama does. All credits to him for their creation and the original events in the plot that I constantly refer to. This fic though, is a figment of my own imagination.
Don't be too hard on me now. I haven't done that much creative writing, but would like to start.
Warnings: NO YAOI, female Shinichi, KaiShin, some sexual references and violence. This fic is starting off at T. If more mature things are integrated, I'll up the rating.
Prologue
"I really fail to understand why you continually run to the roof as a method of escape."
Kaito Kid nearly started, then settled back down to the oh-so-cumbersome task of setting off traps as the police moved about in the floors below him. "Ahhhhh.…" he murmured.
"With your skills handling a hang glider, you could jump out of any window for a quick, showy escape. Why run up here, where you are more visible, and where I will most likely turn up?" the diminutive detective continued from a spot behind the thief.
Having wreaked more than enough havoc for the night, Kid activated one last system, one that would destroy all the light bulbs on the 52nd story of the skyscraper (where Nakamori and his team were still on a wild goose chase after a remote-controlled balloon) causing a rain of glass and Kaito Kid- capes, which would probably leave the entire taskforce in enough mayhem to allow him plenty of time for an escape.
"Magicians like to have a bigger stage, tantei-kun." The white-clad figure finally replied to the question. Immediately following, he jumped off the railing he had been perched precariously upon. Conan followed suite, having made sure ahead of time to get a paraglider for this event. Desperate to follow the light speck that was already fading away into the midnight, the detective tugged frantically at two handles in the front of his pack, near his shoulders. No response.
He must've taken the chance to mess with the mechanisms earlier when he helped me up in his girl's disguise. The remembrance of the event and realization of failure to recognize the opportunity Kid has seized was heavy upon Conan, but there was nothing to do but to sit back on a slow drift back down the 100-some stories.
Far away, Kid grinned at his apparent victory like the mad idiot that he was, before realizing that the world….seemed…hazy…
Dammit, when did that chibi find the chance to shoot at me with his watch?
Chapter 1
An owl-eyed detective walked into the living room at 7 A.M and picked up the newspaper, adjusting a toothbrush between teeth. The B.O. had been defeated only a month ago, with the arrest of Gin, Vodka, and a dozen other members. At wit's end, Kudo had devised a plan that would hold off the organization for at least a few weeks after the FBI had suffered rather badly because of a careless mistake when dealing with the black-clothed men (and women). However, Gin assumed that Kudo better tricks than what was apparent, and directed most of his forces and attention elsewhere.
The FBI had broken through their defenses, to their own amazement, and managed to ambush the main force of that organization at its lab and working center. Multiple people dressed up in bulletproof vests and disguised themselves as Kudo or Haibara to confuse them, and it had worked better than they'd expected.
Gin had shot a few of them, and some lost limbs or broke bones, but there were no deaths due to an explosion they had purposely set off in the center of the area storing chemicals (careful to avoid stashes of apoptoxin, as Kudo had ordered them to leave that area alone).
Most of the members were given lifetime sentences. Bourbon, who had actually not cared at all about the organization (and as a result had covered for Shuichi Akai multiple times), and Vermouth, who had been secretly wanting out for a rather long time (and used her silver bullet to achieve her goal), disappeared entirely, most likely to resume life under different names and personalities elsewhere. Kir was reunited with Eisuke for a while, then went off to do more work the CIA, but visited as often as she could.
Haibara had found a permanent antidote for apoptoxin, and Kudo had promptly taken it. She however, continued to put it off, declaring that she wanted more test subjects, or some such nonsense. Kudo suspected that she simple wanted to keep the family she had found in Agasa and the Shounen Tantei.
Oh, and Jodie-sensei was happily with Shuichi Akai. Both fatal gunshots had been faked with a great deal of food coloring and quick movement. The fingerprints had not been his to begin with – someone else, a lower-down member of the Black Org was the one whose dead body was found.
Life was boring. Until the meitantei saw the headlines of the morning paper- "Kaitou strikes again? Detectives and police scrambling for solution of the newest mystery".
Kudo skimmed down to the only thing that was really important in the report:
Fair Illyria does no disservice
Her joyous tears upon The stage so great
At its last chance for lovers trysts
Go to what you will; don't guard the gate.
The teen reread the riddle over a fifth cup of dark morning coffee, thoughts shooting through at a rate more immeasurable than that of light.
An all-knowing smirk spread across Kudo's face as the last few pieces missing from the puzzle practically fell out of the sky and onto the paper. Finally, a challenge had presented itself again. Things were getting too quiet with the B.O. gone.
Shinichi frowned. Technically, Kaitou Kid should no longer be thieving. Vermouth had dealed with the section of the B.O. that had chased after Pandora (they were nearly a separate group of their own, but not quite – they had enough ties to B.O for them to also be incarcerated). She'd revealed that she had long ago found Pandora, gotten immortality, and subjected the gem (which had been a diamond worth trillions) to constant abrasions against millions of small pieces of diamonds, until it had been reduced to powder.
Well, why Kaitou Kid thieved anymore wasn't really Kudo's problem. Detectives just needed to chase after thieves. And catch them.
The target? A collection of diamonds in a chandelier (they were once set in a ring that had been "for a grieving Olivia") in the largest auditorium in the only impressively large concert hall in Tokyo that would have the Shakespearean play The Twelfth Night on within the next month or so.
The thief? Kaitou Kid had flown in during the last act of the last showing of the play in Japan that year, apparently through a window, and snatched the diamonds off the chandelier in a blast of pink smoke, given a quick, but very elaborate bow, then apparently did a gymnastics flip through the other side. One of the least showy of his heists so far.
And the detective chasing him? Kudo had woken up that morning with a severe headache and aching body, but dragged that same aching body to the heist out of sheer determination. Said detective was now running towards the roof.
Quietly letting the door close behind, Kudo was hit by a wave of déjà vu at the sight: a white figure, silent upon the railing, the world at his feet, the moon in his eyes.
"You really do love the roof." A silence followed, which both thief and detective honored.
"I can't believe that Lupin wasn't enough, and you NOW want to become a 21st century Robin Hood." The detective's rambling lacked emotion, and was given in a mumble that Kid barely caught.
"Glad to see you figured out that I only stole the jewels for their worth as family heirlooms for poor Fuji-obaa-san. They've only been in undeserving hands since leaving her family two generations ago. Though, aside from that, I also want to know…the answer to a greater mystery…" The criminal was oddly quiet. This continued lack of apparent want for attention was confusing Kudo a bit, though the kaitou's wish to return things to their intended place was also somewhat understandable.
Another peaceful silence ensued. It may have lasted unbroken for quite some time, if a sudden light-headedness had not struck Kudo. The detective reached out to the nearest section of railing for support, then leaned his center of gravity over it as nausea crashed over him. Before even aware, the teen was falling…falling…
The last things Kudo remembered before succumbing to darkness were the feeling of wind rushing from beneath him, and a sudden, accepting warmth.
The Kaitou had acted entirely upon instinct when he saw his beloved adversary toppling into the unknown below. Déjà vu struck him as well, and he nearly smiled, even in the current situation, at the remembrance of the detective's adventures with him when he was still the travel-sized Conan.
Kid had strained himself forward, his only thought saving Kudo, whether his hang glider could carry them both or not.
Catch. Grasp. The lawbreaker held onto the burden beneath him like a lifeline, somehow managing to also maneuver the hang glider about high buildings while pulling the detective's body close to his own. His house happened to be only three blocks away. He didn't want to reveal his identity to anyone, but he also knew that the detective, who was alarmingly light in his arms, had a strict code of honor like his own, and that he might be dangerously sick, if the paleness of his face earlier had been any indication.
Arms full of a certain unconscious detective, Kid landed smoothly upon the familiar second-story secret balcony that led to the "workshop" as he liked to call it – once his father's office, now his own. He quickly walked through the doorway that the reversible pictures of his father yielded to – the one that gave entrance to his own bedroom.
Quickly setting the metantei upon his mattress, the kaitou gave the figure a cursory look to make sure there were no large, gaping, bloody wounds to bandage. Satisfied that there weren't, the kaitou decided to put his basic medical training to good use, and take a pulse. Though it was decidedly weaker than normal, the teen's pulse was steady, but a quick touch of the forehead proved that a fever was one thing plaguing him.
Kaitou trotted quickly to the other side of the room, completely serious and rather fearful, to retrieve a thermometer from his basic medicines cabinet. Having gotten what he wanted, he nearly ran back to the bedside, and decided that the tantei's long-sleeved white button-up shirt would get in his way.
No other way but to take it off, he reasoned, and with deft fingers, almost before he had made this resolution, had the most of the buttons undone. Then, he looked up a bit, and realized that there was something wrong. Very wrong.
My first attempt at posting fanfic for others to read, and my first time writing fanfic for manga/anime. R&R please! (advice would be helpful )