(Title: A Step of the Heart
Category: Fanfiction [are you sure you're not lost?] also, disclaimer… because it wouldn't be fanfiction otherwise. (The characters belong to Gosho Aoyama—and wouldn't you guys already know the drill of this?)
Rating: M… duh, I'll try not to make it MA. Try.
Character/s: Kudou Shin'ichi | Edogawa Conan, Kuroba Kaito | Kaitou Kid, Black Organization
Genres: Angst, Hurt/Comfort.
Ship/s: Slowburn!KaiShin (technically, KaiCon), Hinted!HakuKai, Deadend: ShinRan and KaiAo. Eventual HakuKaiShin(Con)… maybe.
Implemented Headcannons:
—Multiple Rum Theory.
—Prototype Poisons has No Antidotes.
—Kaito doesn't know Conan is Shin'ichi(Kudou).
—Ran doesn't wait for Shin'ichi, nor does Aoko for Kaito.
—Hakuba secretly loves Kaito and is caring for him.
—HakuKai bromance.
—Karasuma is AnoKata (Sorta).
(Also, the identity of AnoKata is but a mere speculation on my part as of |31st of January, 2019 and plot formed on February 14th and thickened on the 25th| because I do not know when I will get around to upload this.)
Warnings:
This is not for the faint of heart, not safe for work—and not in a perverse sense… well, yes, but it has more aggressive themes because sexual content isn't that dominant, in fact only hinted.
But it is a trigger!warning for the future gore, torture content, suicide attempts, depressing contents(of course), murder, betrayal, heartbreak, and human experimentation—which is honestly just scratching the surface, a lot of hurt—a bit of comfort—angst and tragedy. (Not in that order.)
I will not be held responsible for those that died of heavy heart (or the feels) because of this… because I'm sure my heart isn't beating anymore… not while writing this shit. (Curse my wretched mind.)
But anyways. Here it is.
Read responsibly.
Oh… and additionalwarning: Character death. (Both Major and Minor… and a lot of OCs, but meh, they're there for casualty purposes anyways.)
[And to those that think I'm heartbroken, and being bitter. I am, just not in the lover-broke-up-with-me heartbroken.
I've always been bitter and jaded, no surprise there.]
Anyways, I've kept you long enough… enjoy.)
|プロローグ|
Conan stares blankly ahead at the night sky, disturbed, upset, and disappointed by the Phantom Thief's retreating form—this one not a dummy, because he just saw Kaito—no, Kid—it's Kid now… leave without any tricks, a simple exit.
(Leaving him.)
His heart felt like sinking, and choked with how he couldn't seem to breathe, something lodged in his throat… but he just feels numb, empty.
Because Kaito—no, he can't call him Kaito anymore, never Kaito. Just as he'll never be Conan, Shin'ichi or anyone to Kai—Kid. Kait—no, it's KID!—just broke his promise, he strung him along—no, more like Ka—Kid! must have gotten sick of his prying, and here they are. The words are still echoing in his head.
"Stop, you detectives really have no consideration. Just leave it, Tantei-kun…" I really can't trust you.
It wasn't even the first time he heard them—well, maybe not the exact wording but the context, the unsaid, was exactly the same.
"If you can't even respect that…" Do you even really care?
He had trusted Kai—Kid not to—!
"Just leave, forget that this ever happened and never show your face to me again." I don't want to see you anymore.
But of course… this is what he gets for getting too hopeful, because after all.
He, formerly Kudou Shin'ichi, now Edogawa Conan, doesn't deserve anything but his rotten luck, trouble magnetism, and death's company.
He should be getting home now, Ran—Ran-neechan's bound to look for him any moment now. But he couldn't help but remain rooted on the spot, staring at Kai—the thief's retreating white form with the ever-iconic, trademark hang glider. Becoming even farther—out of reach…
Slipping like sand through his fingers.
He'd never been good at letting go, but he has never been good at holding on either. (As recent evidence prove to him.)
Then he feels a heavy cold stare drilling holes on the back of his head, a familiar cold, nerve-wracking, and fear-instilling sensation penetrating the cold atmosphere, making it feel freezing—as if it wasn't already, with what had transpired earlier.
And he's moving before he even realizes it, turning his back on Kid—the thief, the one who…—he cuts off the thoughts, whirling around to face the undoubtedly Black Organization operative behind him, and he hears a loud, yet still slightly muted noise of a wine bottle popping open accompanied with whistling of speeding metal cutting through air. His eyes widening when he registers that the bullet whizzes pass just mere centimeters off his ear and he hears the bullet ricochet off the wall of the other building, with an answering crack where the bullet finally dug its grave.
Had he not moved as he did—and when he did, it would've been buried in his head, into his brain stem, effectively killing him.
For good.
But he stares, glaring at the man clad in black and partly hidden by the shadows, yet not as heated nor as powerful as he'd liked, utterly drained by their—Kid's heist and the conversation earlier. His dart-watch already up, aimed and ready to fire. But with the man's angle, and how he hastily pulled it up, the needle would just hit the gun's barrel that is now pointed at him.
The man makes a reprimanding tutting noise, effectively stopping him from re-aiming. The man grins, predator-like, and he doesn't need to see the man's eyes, to know they are cold-blooded and currently alight with excitement.
"Who are you?!" Shin'ichi—Conan hisses, the best he could, quite unable to yell—not when his throat feels like it's closing up again, nerves too high strung, unable to breathe again. Only for a completely different reason as fear gripped at him.
When Rum-potential suspects had begun closing in on him, he had known that he had caught the organization's eye, somehow. Had he been too smart? Way ahead of his peers?
Or was it something else entirely?
Kai—Kid, was he here for Kid?
Kid, who is still behind him, he couldn't afford any—
"Look at you… how adorable… Gin did a fine work, feeding you Sherry's half-finished product, Shin'ichi-kun." He froze, his heart pounded in his ears, making him deaf as he stared at the man. Cold lodging and burying itself to his very core, fear tearing him a new one. And before he could think it over, he re-aims his watch, fingers twitching for the switch, even though he's shaking too much. His mind whirling—thinking of everyone, wondering, panic flaring if they were safe or not.
Because there was something oddly familiar with this man, but not like the way Gin did, familiar in a way that he'd seen, felt in himself and his father. He shared Gin's aura of a merciless, cold-blooded killer, only worse. Someone stronger, greater—worse than even Gin.
"Now, now… that's bad Shin'ichi-kun… you shouldn't aim toys, especially when you have such unsteady aim." He nearly flings himself off the building when the man suddenly reaches him within two strides, holding and blocking his watch, completely swift, too quick and silent in his movements. While he could only attempt to jolt back and stare at him in horror as he caught a faint glimpse of the man's face illuminated in the moonlight.
And it doesn't make sense…
Because that face is his, his father's and his—Kait—Kid's face!
The man smiles coldly, before he pulls them both back, letting the shadows cast over him once more.
"Now, we should step back a bit… we don't want you to fall now do you, Shin'ichi-kun?"
"D-don't act so familiar with me! I don't even know who you are!" he tries to pull his hand from that light grip, that is surprisingly firm.
"Now, now… we both know that's a lie, and is that any way to treat your uncle?" and he stops, staring at the man with unbidden horror, confusion, and mixed feelings that he couldn't even recognize anymore. The man smiles again, cold, as apathetic, as sinister as ever.
Something he wishes he'd never see on a face so alike his own, his fathers, Kaito's…
No way, his father didn't even have a brother! His grandmother had already passed away. His grandfather hadn't even shown once in his life—he has no uncle.
"The hell you are!" he pulls again, only to remain frustratingly in place. But the man tugs, and he nearly falls on his face—if it weren't for the man's hand holding him in place, making him dangle quite painfully before the man pushes him slightly back to make eye contact with him.
Blue eyes, like him, like his dad,
But it couldn't be him, the man is at least years older. Not his dad either, the man only seems to be in his mid-twenties give or take.
"Now… I want you to look a bit to your left." Confused, but with how tight the grip is and that smug smirk that Conan could recognize on his own face when he has successfully trapped a criminal. He couldn't stop from turning around, not when the man's voice gained a similar tone as his father's used to have when he was explaining things about a case to him when he was on his first childhood.
A slight turn to the left, which was only as far as the grip on his arm allowed him to, to the far building and he felt lead weight drop on his stomach, a hitched breath because a sniper is stationed there, clearly meant for Kai—Kid.
"You don't want Uncle's friend to shoot down the pretty birdie, right?" he whirls around, in time to see the man's ecstatic face.
"You're not-—wha-you… leave him out of this—this has nothing to do with him!" the man grins, clearly relishing in his horror.
"Oh, but it has everything to do with him, dear nephew." His breath hitches, and he can't breathe again, not when this man is smiling like that, eyeing past him on Kid—on Kaito.
"Wha—no! You can't—" he tries to whirl around, to look if they somehow shot Kid down while he wasn't looking, dread already clawing through him. As he struggled against the man's sturdy hold.
"Oh, I can, anytime really… even you know, just to name a few, Ran-neechan… Ayumi-chan…" his breathing hitched again, choking, eyes burning as his mind provided images of them being shot down. The man's grin turns downright sadistic, his tone condescending a mad psychotic glint in his eyes. "Agasa… Hattori… Haibara… Kaito."
"N-no…" he can't breathe, can't think! He needed to…
"Anytime… but be glad dear nephew." The man's posture suddenly relaxes, almost as if he was soothing him. "That time isn't now… this is merely… hmm… well, a distraction." the gun clicks, re-aimed.
What…? What does he mean b—
Crack!
Loud, slapping loud sound of a gunshot echoed. His vision turned red, then blacking out a bit, before the searing painful white, accompanied by the spreading painful heat from his chest, unable to breathe as blood welled up his throat—only he has no strength to cough it out.
And he drops on the ground, on his front, his head turned to his right—from his attempt to see Kid—Kaito. His vision is now blurry, accompanied by the steady enveloping darkness. He could faintly make out Kid—Kaito's white blob amidst the night sky and his dimming vision. Strength draining in alarming capacities.
Kid—Kaito made a jerky maneuver, but his eyelids felt too heavy, darkness creeping up to him, pain clouding most of his thoughts to properly pay attention anymore.
Breathing hurt, his ears rang as his vision steadily blurred and darkened. Making it seem like Kaito was trying to get closer.
(That wasn't possible, Kaito said it himself that he didn't want anything to do with him.)
But it was a nice thought anyway.
And he welcomes the darkness.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of you, Shin'ichi-kun…"
|End|
((Depending on which (new) fanfic, I'm uploading first:
I'm back… and worse than ever.
Until the next chapter~ Adieu.
— DescriptivePessimism-DAA
(Yes, formerly DAA[DarkAlchemistAssassin]. I'll make a note regarding my old fics in the profile… someday. When I get around to it, I have no idea whatever shit my younger self concocted in that stupid, timid, naïve brain of hers.)
))
(PS: Cross-posted on AO3 under the same penname; but yes, I'm back babies! And I have made a turn for the worse.)