The Pandora is the entire reason Kaito continues to be Kaitou Kid. It is said to shed an immortal tear in the moonlight when a certain comet passes the Earth. Although, it seems the organization got some things wrong. Kaito has definitely become immortal alright - an immortal vampire. "No One Gets Hurt" is one of the rules that gets harder to follow everyday. It's too bad his new state make him oh-so-appealing to those who want to use his newborn powers to hurt.
What you see here is probably the first fanfiction/idea where I don't make fun of Twilight (since I'm always amazing at finding a way to subtly beat the franchise into a wriggling pulp). Yup. More amazing that this is a Twilight crossover too.
This takes place after Breaking Dawn and, well, the latest chapter of the Detective Conan manga, I suppose (not like anything important is going to happen soon, anyways).
And, well, since I don't have much else to say, let's start the story!
Disclaimer: Well, this is fanfiction. Detective Conan/Magic Kaitou belong to Gosho Aoyama and Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer. If I owned them, Twilight would only have one book where everyone died in the end, there would be more Kaito in DC, and Magic Kaitou would still be on-going. The only thing I own is the five lines of fail poetry at the beginning of every chapter and my OC, Xell.
It all started with a sparkle
A glimmer of a myth
The tale of everlasting life
A jewel from the Box of all that was bad
Where Hope doesn't reach the unbeating hearts
"KAITOOOOOOO!"
Aoko's anger was music to his ears. Kuroba Kaito bounced around the classroom, effectively avoiding his childhood friend's rampage. She swung her mop around in attempt to hit the slippery magician but wasn't having much luck.
Kaito laughed as he bounded over the desks. "Aoko, they're just panties! I do this everyday, geez!"
"It doesn't make it any less perverted!" she fumed, leaping after him. Many of their classmates would duck in fear of getting hit.
"It's not perverted!" Kaito pouted, now trapped in a corner. He used a chair to boost him up to the ceiling, effectively wedging himself in the corner where the ceiling and two walls met. "What's the point of wearing panties with pandas on them if you can't show it off? I'm just trying to help!"
"Well you're not!" the brown-haired girl screamed, standing on her tiptoes to try and get at the boy. She was just a hair too short.
"Nakamori Aoko!" the teacher called in attempt to restore order, "State the English homophone that would be used in this sentence!"
Nakamori's eyes flickered to the blackboard as she dragged an empty desk to the corner of the room. "Their, as in T-H-E-I-R! Kaito, I'm going to kill you!"
The teacher sighed. Why did she even bother? "Correct . . ."
Aoko clambered onto the desk. As she was righting herself, Kaito suddenly fell from the ceiling and landed on top of her.
"Ack! Kaito!" the teenage girl thrashed about until the weight rolled off her back. She jumped to her feet, gripping the mop tightly. Kaito was still sitting on the ground, fear in his eyes as he looked up at her.
"W-Wait! I'm not Kaito!" the brown-haired boy said, backing against the wall, fumbling for something at his neck.
"Bakaito! I'm not stupid!" she was about to swing at the high school student when a cocky voice called out from behind her.
"Oi, Aoko!" Kaito called from his seat, grinning from ear to ear. "Stop making such a commotion! We're trying to learn English!"
Aoko spun around in confusion before turning to look at the "Kuroba Kaito" in front of her. This Kaito had just finished yanking a mask off his head.
"O-Oh, sorry Yamada-kun!" the girl said sheepishly. She shot a glare at Kaito as she stomped back to her seat. Aoko plopped down in her chair and ignored the boy's annoying remarks until it came time to work, when he shut up long enough to finish a worksheet.
The day continued as per usual at Ekoda High School. "Usual" containing much ruckus from Kuroba provoking Nakamori at any moment possible while pranking half-British detective Hakuba Saguru every other possible moment. By the end of the day, Hakuba's socks had probably become three different colours (that he noticed, at least) and his hair had been blue at one point.
Kaito, Aoko, and Saguru were now walking home as a trio. The sky was multiple shades of orange and pink, the sun slowly sinking under the horizon. Kaito was grinning at the newspaper in his hands, overjoyed at the contents of the front page.
"So, Hakuba-kun." The boy smiled mischievously. "Are you going to the Kid heist tonight? Maybe you'll succeed and put him in handcuffs tonight. Or," he snickered, "not."
"Unfortunately, there as been another matter that has called for my attention," the blond detective said calmly.
Kaito laughed. "Nah, you're just too scared to have your dignity stolen once he gets away - again."
That's too bad, actually. There's always more of a challenge with Hakuba-kun around. Oh well; Nakamori-keibu will have to do.
Saguru sighed. "I'm sure this is a relief for you. You're probably doing backflips in your mind."
Kuroba snorted in amusement. "Relief? Kaitou Kid could steal the "Bloody Rose" whether you were there or not."
"I never understand why you're such a big fan of that stupid thief!" Aoko interjected, rolling her eyes.
"I'm always supportive of a fellow magician."
"But he's a thief!"
Aoko's shriek made Kaito cringe slightly. "Geez, you don't have to be so loud . . ."
She kept talking as if he'd never spoken. "Every time he goes and steals something, he always makes a fool of my dad! Then he actually returns what he steals! It's like he's trying to make fun of the police!"
Kaito grimaced. That's not it at all . . . It's just never the right jewel . . .
Hakuba began to trail off from his two classmates. "I need to be getting home. See you tomorrow, Kuroba-kun, Aoko-kun."
Aoko seemed to snap out of her rant. "Bye Hakuba-kun!"
After the detective was gone, the two childhood friends walked in silence for a while. It was Aoko that spoke up first.
"Why do you think he does it?"
"Hmm?"
"Kaitou Kid." She turned her head to look at the brunet. "Why does he steal things if he's just going to bring them back?"
Kaito shrugged. "Maybe he's looking for something."
"Baka! Then he wouldn't be stealing so many! He would just find the one he wants!"
It's not that easy to find a gem inside a gem, he thought glumly.
"Maybe he doesn't know what he wants."
The arrival of a new voice startled the duo. A red-head female was now walking beside Kuroba.
"What do you mean, Akako-chan?"
Koizumi Akako smirked. "He has an idea, but doesn't know where he'll find what he is looking for." She turned her attention to the male teenager, who seemed to be distracted as he eyed a fish in the nearby river. "Right, Kuroba-kun?"
Kaito straightened, trying to ignore the fact that the fish could try something when he wasn't looking. "Uh, sure?"
Great, first she finds out I'm Kaitou Kid - I still don't know how that happened - and now she has a grasp on why I'm Kid. Doesn't help that she scares the hell out of me . . .
Aoko looked at the two, completely oblivious to Kaito's tension and Akako's knowledge. She sighed. "Stupid Kaitou Kid . . ."
The red-haired witch didn't take her gaze off of the young magician. "Kuroba-kun, if you go to that heist tonight, the rose will force out your final breath."
"Hmm?" he looked at Koizumi with a blank stare before remembering the targeted jewel. "I told you, I'm not Kaitou Kid."
"Geez, you and Hakuba-kun are always accusing Kaito as Kid!" Aoko said, mirroring Kaito's annoyed expression. "He can't be Kaitou Kid!"
The witch looked straight ahead and cackled softly to herself. "Fine, Kuroba-kun. Don't say I didn't warn you."
Her cackle grew louder as she wandered along a different path, away from Kaito and Aoko. The latter watched her go with a frown.
"Akako-chan can be strange sometimes . . ."
Kaito ignored his childhood friend, staring straight ahead.
Maybe I should listen to her. Koizumi-san always has this freaky psychic ability for these things . . .
He glanced at Aoko, who was watching a group of kids play with a soccer ball along the grass.
But if I back out now, Aoko might suspect me of being Kid. I'll just have to formulate thrice as many emergency escapes and be careful with the Bloody Rose itself . . .
"Kaito?" The male teenager snapped back to reality, where Aoko was looking at him curiously. "You look serious."
Kaito stopped walking, which made his female companion stop in confusion. He blinked, giving her a serious look before smiling and flipping her shirt.
"White, hmm? Aoko, I didn't even know your chest was big enough for one of those!" He gestured at the white bra, making Aoko turn about a dozen shades of red.
"KAITOOOOO!"
Kaito laughed as he ran away from the fuming Aoko, who screamed threats at the high school magician all the way home.
-x-x-x-
The thief in disguise chuckled at the memory of earlier in the day.
Ah, Aoko's reactions never cease to amuse me.
He looked around at the tied up police officers as he waited for the right time to cut the lights. They all looked at him wildly as they struggled, but to no avail.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
Kaito pulled the lever down. The action was followed by screams of panic from above, forcing Kid to smirk. He dashed out of the room in his police disguise and made for the stairs to go to the roof. The Bloody Rose was kept in the basement so Nakamori-keibu was most likely heading down there first.
Or, it was once kept there.
The thief had switched the real one with a fake long before the time written on the note. He was being extra careful tonight, Koizumi's warning constantly echoing in his mind. He even put aside a confrontation with tantei-kun (who was probably lurking in the basement, waiting for Kid to strike) just to escape safely tonight.
I'm sure he'd be overjoyed to know I blew him off for a witch's superstition. Maybe he'd break my skull with that hellish soccer ball of his . . .
Kaito emerged through the door and quickly scanned the area before taking off his disguise. He let the wind whip his cape around as he approached the edge of the building. The thief in white lept off the mansion, releasing his hang-glider. He let the wind guide him through the night, careful to not crash into the buildings of Tokyo.
I can already see the colourful vocabulary bombs Nakamori-keibu will be dropping once he discovers the fake rose. I almost wish I could've stayed for the show.
Once the police helicopters were only blips in the distant sky, Kaitou Kid landed on an apartment building. He pulled the Bloody Rose out of his jacket and observed it closely for the first time.
The scarlet jewel had grooves in it so it resembled a rose. Leaves made of pure gold encased the bottom of the gem. Kaito held the rose as far from his person possible, raising it to the clouds that hid tonight's full moon.
The pale moon slowly peeked out from behind the dark clouds.
And all hell broke loose.
The moonlight made the jewel glitter, as if it was surrounded by a red aura. Kaito was silent, waiting to see if anything else was going to happen. Just as he was going to lower his arm, the ruby bubbled. Red ooze leaked down the gold and onto Kid's gloved hand. The thief yelped and opened his hand, intending to drop the melting mess. The gold clattered on the ground but the liquid ruby slowly dripped off of the male teenager's hand. But no matter how hard he flicked his wrist, one small glob refused to jump off of the thief's hand.
Then, to his surprise, the scarlet goo started to move up his arm. Kaito felt the heat emitting from the goop through the fabric of his clothes. It didn't melt through but it felt like his skin was burning.
And when burning jelly substance travelled up his arm and made contact with his bare neck, the thief actually screamed in pain. He knew he'd probably have a burn mark if he checked. And it felt even worse once it reached his jaw. He swatted madly at this zombie substance, the city sounds drowning out his yelps of pain.
His shouts became garbled as the mystery jelly slipped into his mouth and inched down his throat. His eyes widened to the size of saucers as his hands flew to his throat.
Shit! My insides are on FIRE! Oh, God, someone help me! I'm going to die!
The thief coughed like mad. He swore his skin was going to erupt into flames and his heart was going to implode in his chest. His vision was fading, the darkness was closing in . . .
Then it all stopped.
The burning sensation had vanished and Kaito no longer felt the need to gasp for breath. He did it anyway out of familiarity, before stopping abruptly.
He held his breath.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Three minutes later, he stopped manually holding in his breath and looked around.
Were the lights always this bright? Wait - are those helicopters I hear?
His attention snapped to the mansion he stole from. The helicopters were still blips in the distance, if not spread apart more.
And what is that smell . . . ? It's so . . .
Kaito shook his head.
Damn, I must be tired. Hallucinations, burning sensations . . .
He swore his heart stopped when he saw the pile of scarlet liquid in front of him.
Crap. Looks like I'm going to need to find another gem to replace that one . . .
Kuroba sighed and massaged his temples.
That couldn'tve been the Pandora. It was supposed to shed some immortal tear when some comet passed by the Earth . . . Besides, I don't feel very immortal right now.
But what the hell just happened . . . ?
-x-x-x-
Kaito smacked the snooze button on his alarm clock the second it went off. He hadn't gotten any sleep last night. The young magician had spent most of the night pacing his room or tossing and turning in his bed. Strangely enough, he felt wide awake.
The high school student shuffled to the bathroom with a speed he didn't think was possible at seven in the morning. He grabbed his toothbrush and nearly dropped it again once he looked in the mirror.
He was pale. Like, deathly pale. Kuroba put his hand to his cheek and pinched it. Yes, it was his skin. And it kinda felt . . . hard. It reminded him vaguely of marble. His skin was also flawless, which was kind of scary.
Kaito frowned, noticing the lack of pink in his cheeks. He put his hand to his forehead.
. . . No, no fever or anything. And he felt absolutely fine. Odd.
Then he noticed his eyes.
His eyes were red. He rubbed his eyes and looked in the mirror again. Nope, still scarlet.
In a panic, Kaito ran downstairs and found the portrait of his father, Kuroba Toichi. He pushed it open and stepped into the secret passage to the Kaitou Kid layer. The thief ignored the typical bags of tricks and went straight for the disguises. He dug through a drawer until he found some blue contacts, which he popped into his eyes. He let out an unneeded sigh of relief and instantly relaxed.
What is happening to me . . . ?
The thief-magician sighed and resumed with getting ready for the school day. He may not look normal but he wasn't sick and nothing felt particularly wrong. So he could still go to school, right?
Kuroba Kaito continued his morning routine as if it was any other morning. His mother was vacationing in Italy so the house was fairly quiet. For once, he was happy to have the house to himself.
Mom would probably freak out if she saw me. I must look like a vampire or something.
He snorted at the thought as the toast finished in the toaster.
Next I'll be drinking blood, sleeping in coffins, and cringing at the sunlight before I explode.
Kaito absently nibbled on the toast as he slipped on his shoes and walked out the front door, grabbing an umbrella along the way. The rain was pouring down hard and the sky was a dark gray. He popped open the umbrella as the brunet teenager walked next door to his childhood friend's house, bounding up the steps and knocking on the door. He was greeted with a dressed Aoko with a brunette bedhead, who looked incredibly tired.
"Kaito!" Aoko seemed surprised at the boy's presence. "You're early . . ."
"Am I?" Kaito frowned. He wasn't really paying attention to what he was doing all morning. It all felt like a blur, even though it was less than five minutes ago. Though, what was more distracting was this heavenly scent that had filled the air . . .
"I'll be ready in a few minutes!" Aoko dashed back inside, letting the door shut behind her. Kaito stood in silence for a few moments before his best friend opened the door again and stepped outside. She smiled at him and they began walking to school.
Aoko vented about the infamous Kaitou Kid for a few minutes, explaining how pissed her father was when he discovered the fake Bloody Rose. Kaito couldn't help but smile, once again wishing he was there for that.
After a few good minutes, the inspector's daughter stopped abruptly on her kaitou rant and stared hard at Kaito's face. He looked over in confusion, resisting the urge to squirm under her hard gaze.
"What?"
"Kaito, you're really pale. Are you okay?"
The pale teenager laughed. "I'm not the only one who's white today."
Aoko blinked in confusion. "Huh?"
With a teasing grin, Kaito lifted Aoko's skirt, who screamed and jumped away in response.
"You're wearing white panties today! You should've worn them yesterday. Then you would've been wearing a matching bra!"
"KAITO!"
Kaito laughed more as he started running through the rain, Aoko on his heels. The young magician finally stopped once he reached the school. He felt perfectly fine with no need to catch his breath. Looking back, Aoko seemed exhausted and was trying to catch up. She was at least a dozen metres behind him. Once the girl finally reached the school gates, she was coughing and breathing quickly.
"K-Kaito-" she wheezed, "W-When . . . did you get so . . . fast?"
He shrugged. "Aoko, maybe you're just getting fat."
Funny. I thought I was going slow for her.
She gave him a death glare. "Kaito you're mean!"
It turned out the two best friends were much earlier than usual. They took their seats in the near-empty classroom, making teasing and angry remarks at each other. A few minutes later, the blond detective walked in.
"You two are early," he said, examining Kaito's face with an unreadable expression.
Kaito shrugged. "So are you."
"Correct, but, I usually arrive here at this time. Kuroba-kun, are you feeling well?"
The brunet was reminded of his pale condition. "I woke up like this but I'm perfectly fine. I didn't know you cared."
The half-British teenager didn't react to Kaito's smile. He did, however, seem surprised when he looked at the boy's eyes. "Kuroba-kun, are you wearing contacts?"
Aoko's eyes widened and she grabbed Kaito's cheek, intending to pull him close to see his eyes clearly. She pulled away on contact with a frown.
"Kaito, your skin is so cold! Are you sure you're not sick?"
Instinctively, Kaito put his hand to his cheek. It didn't feel cold.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure. Maybe I'll stop by the doctor's office after school today . . ."
Hakuba was eying Kaito with . . . was that concern?
I understand Aoko but why should Hakuba-kun care so much? Maybe his wall of ice is breaking . . .
"Oi, oi, back off you two," Kaito said with a smile, "I already have one mother. Besides, there's nothing wrong with me!"
Hmm? Wait, what's that smell . . . ?
As the two gave Kaito his space, a certain witch walked into the room. One look at the thief and her face twisted into rage. She stormed right over and slammed her fists on Kuroba's desk, making the room occupants jump.
"You idiot!" she yelled, "I told you to stay away from that rose!"
The smell seemed to have gotten stronger with Koizumi's arrival and was distracting Kaito. It smells kind of nice . . .
"But I-"
"Kuroba-kun you're . . . you're . . ."
Akako's lips twisted into a devilish smile and she laughed lightly to herself.
"No, this is perfect. Nevermind, Kuroba-kun. Excuse me-"
She cackled as she drifted over to her seat, suddenly very cheerful. Kaito relaxed and let out a long whistle.
"Woooooow. Someone's crazy . . ." the boy mumbled. Aoko smacked her friend on the back of the head.
The next half a dozen hours proceeded like any other day would. At the end of the day, Kaito found himself walking home alone. Aoko and Saguru (who currently had neon pink socks and a new ringtone for his phone) had stayed to study while Kaito decided (and was forced) to go to the hospital for his condition.
The rain poured down on his umbrella, the sound ridiculously loud to Kaito's ears. He watched the river as he wandered along the sidewalk, picking out a few fish in the water.
He sighed and his instincts suddenly screamed at him to turn around. Before he could comply, a blindfold flew over his eyes and about eight arms grabbed at him. The pale teenager kicked and thrashed about but to no avail. The boy's attackers began to drag him off, someone covering his mouth to keep him from yelling.
But what Kaito didn't notice, was that the kidnapping happened in a split second and no one was around to see it.