(AN: Hello to those who have decided to read this, this is my first Detective Conan fan fiction. I hope everyone enjoys reading it as I did writing this. Warning: T for Death and slight blood as well as slight slash.)
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)No matter what, I will always chase you(
"Get that thief!" Was the battle cry given by the Scotland Yard's finest. Said thief simply chuckled, a slight smirk overtaking his handsome face, seeming to bring out his finer features. The thief calmly watched from a high rooftop balcony as the bobbies wondered around, like lost puppies looking for a scent.
Because that was all they would find; a simple scent that belongs to a phantom gentleman they could never hope to catch.
"I don't think I will ever bloody understand your love for heights; why can't you be sensible for once and keep your feet on solid, firm ground." was a grumbled reply from behind the thief.
It seemed that as he was amusing himself with the antics of puppies, he forgot about the wolf that was on the prowl.
And wolves, unlike puppies, could easily track a scent and find where it came from.
)Whether the sky be black or it be blue(
"Ah! If it isn't one of my beloved chasers. You really are like a persistent lover, never wanting our time to be over. Sadly, all good things must come to some end." The gentleman thief practically purred, smirking when he saw his wolf flush a rather fetching shade of crimson.
Wonder how far down that goes...
"Save your words for someone who will be affected by them. I will let no distractions come from prettied words, so you should just save your breath." The chaser huffed, enchanting blue eyes lit up with a fire to solve. Really, didn't he realize that when he was fired up like that, it got the phantom's own pulse to speed and disrupt it's usual rhythm.
The thief always did enjoy when things got disrupted and chaotic.
)I shall always search and double check every clue(
"Very well, I shall save my words tonight, Mr. Holmes. I'm sure your tired of waiting for the chase, hmm?" The thief asked, his slight smirk growing bigger until it seemed as if it would split his face.
He so enjoyed the look in his detective's eyes when he attempted to catch him. The adrenaline was sure to keep him up for hours the entire night now.
Though he would have preferred a different activity keeping him away.
"I will capture you tonight, Thief Lupin, make no mistake about that!" The great detective exclaimed, rushing over to him, shackles in hand.
What all his chasers seemed to forget though, was that they were chasing a phantom.
Phantoms are never caught, unless they want to be caught.
But that is a very different type of capture.
And so, the chase began as it always did.
)In this chase that just involves only just us two(
Sorrowfully, it didn't end as it always did.
While the Phantom didn't have much weaknesses, it was still Human.
And all Humans get hurt and bleed.
What the Phantom didn't realize that night was that there were Shadows who very much wanted to see a blood-stained, unmoving, unsmiling, cold Phantom.
And they would have gotten just what they wanted, if not for one thing:
Wolves had excellent senses, as well as the annoying tendency to save and help in anyway they can.
So, when a silver bullet that was meant to slay the ghostly being instead mortally wounded a strong canine, everyone's plans went to hell.
)No matter if we, for a while, have to bid a short ado(
"Holmes? Damn it, stay with me you bastard. You are not allowed to die on me!" Lupin exclaimed, his voice rough with all the emotion he was feeling. Ripping at the detective's clothes, he took a look at the bullet wound.
And winced when he saw the severity of it. Even if he could get his chaser to the Hospital or Watson as fast as he could, their wasn't anything either could do for him, as the wound was too close to the heart.
"That bad, huh?" The greatest detective the world has ever scene managed, before coughing harshly, blood spattering on his lips.
"Sherlock..." Lupin could only manage. How could he tell the man he was dying when he could barely accept it himself?
"Huh, a bullet does what a waterfall can't, that is just my luck." Lupin wanted to laugh, he wanted to sob.
He wanted to scream and hunt down the Shadows who caused his wolf, his chaser, his detective to feel such pain. And he would, oh how he would hunt them down and enjoy watching them be chained and made guilty.
But not now...
Now..
He could only just watch and hold the Great Sherlock Holmes in his grasp for the man's last hour.
)And no matter what I must go through(
"They-cough-say you shouldn't die-gasp-with any-cough-regrets, right-cough-cough-?" Holmes asked, the pain now causing his to gasp and his cough to get worst with every breath.
"You really shouldn't be talking right now... what?" the thief asked when he saw the expression on his detective's face.
"I'm-gasp-the one-cough-who should be-gasp-you to-cough-be quiet..." Sherlock answered, trailing off because of the need for air causing him to gasp.
"But...But about regrets... what do you think?" The man seemed persistent in getting his answer, even breathless he asked, so the thief decided to be truthful.
"I believe one should never die with any regrets... do you have one?"
"Just one..."
"... Could I help in any way?" Now that got him an unreadable look from the detective, which for some reason, set him on edge.
Unreadable looks never really meant well for him, being a phantom gentleman thief and all.
Before the thief could even twitch, he felt slowly cooling, wet, and slightly chapped lips meet his. His sense of smell was full of the scent of parchment, pinewood, blood, and a musk that was all Sherlock.
The thief was able to lightly press his own lips on the fading detective's, feeling the man smile slightly before pulling away from him.
Physically and spiritually.
)Even if I have to chase you from another point of view(
Shinichi Kudo frowned, then scowled.
Really, if that certain someone was behind this, he would so enjoy kicking a soccer ball in a rather sensitive place.
"You have to admit, it was an interesting idea."A familiar voice said in his head.
"You're only saying that because it's an idea you would have come up with." The teen detective thought back, scowling as he took another look at his...present...
"Well, at least you know what day it is." The voice said cheerfully, trying to help his reincarnation find the brighter side in this situation.
"I could have just as easily looked at a calender and found it out." Shinichi thought back gruffly, frowning at the gigantic potted rose bush in his library, which had about fifty roses blooming on it. Above it was a rather artist which read:
"Happy Valentine's day my Beloved Tantei-kun.
I thought that since you don't really have any time to smell the roses, I would bring them to you. Hope you think of me as much as I think about you on this day.
Love Kaito and Sherlock.
P.S. I can't wait to see you!
"I am so proud of him, truly does he deserve the title Heisei Lupin." Lupin thought to his soul's host.
"And yet I'm your reincarnation?" Shinichi couldn't help but think.
"An obsession with Holmes, amazingly intelligent, tricky and sly, a bit of an ego, and the ability to charm on demand? Yes, you are indeed my reincarnation." the thief thought to his host.
"I still can't believe Kaito is Sherlock Holmes's reincarnation." the young gumshoe thought, slightly jealous.
"Slightly obsessive with anything that catches his attention, possessive to a rather terrifying degree, an intellect that gives me shivers just thinking about it, goes through more emotional mood swings then a heavily pregnant woman, and can hide it all under a mask so well made not even close family, friends, and rivals can see through? Again, Kaito is just the definition of my beloved Sherlock." Shinichi could easily imagine the thief in his head sighing, a goofy smiling on his face as he thought of the one he loved.
Hearing the doorbell, Shinichi sighed, giving up on the new mystery novel he had been planning to read that day before he even got a chance to read the first page. If he was correct about who was on the other side of the door, they would insure he wouldn't have a moments peace.
Smiling slightly before he opened the door, he chuckled to himself.
Then again, he always had a thing for chaos and disorder.
)I will forever come and chase after you(
~End~