I do not own Detective Conan. I cannot think genius thoughts like Gosho Aoyama can.
'Are what you own that you cannot buy.'
The Static Age ~ Green Day
Wistful Watching
If one were to watch the sky in the dead of night, one may catch a glimpse of contrasting white shooting across the blackness. If one were to keep their eyes on the cloak of darkness, one may catch the tiny glint of a stolen jewel.
It wasn't that people didn't watch the infamous thief. Of course they did; when one of his letters were found and the location of his next heist located, they would flock outside of the building in a vain attempt to see whether he would finally be caught. It wasn't that people didn't like him; it was only police officers that generally did not think highly of him.
However, the locations of his heist were usually kept hidden in the secret code his letters presented. The police hardly ever figured out the real place of the heist until the prize had already been won by the thief. Although people seemingly admired his courageous takings, did they really appreciate who he was; what he stood for?
The answer would have to be no. He knew they didn't understand, purely because they called him a thief. He knew why they all called him that; he was, in some respects. However, he never stole with the intention of hurting anyone. The items he stole were all material, all objects that should hold no interest in anyone. Yet they did. So much so that because of his deemed 'wrong-doings', he was the most wanted thief in Japan.
He despaired on this fact. What people were missing was the true point. It wasn't gems and expensive, petty jewellery that they should be mourning the loss of. It should be feelings, emotions, relationships that they should be prizing above all else, above everything. That was what he stood for; what he would always stand for.
If one were to watch the sky in the dead of night, one would not see a typical thief who was laughing down at his non-existent peers about his latest successful heist. If one were to keep their eyes on the cloak of darkness, they would instead catch the tiny glint of a stolen jewel as it caught the moon's light. They would watch it as it fell, seemingly descending from the heavens as it made its inevitable way to the ground.
And if they were to watch this, they would no longer see the infamous thief, for he had flown fearlessly into the night; leaving his latest objection behind, already forgotten.
Well, in this I was trying to convey the fact that Kaito is remembering his relationship with his dad through continuing his legacy, and that other people should prize these relationships above all else. Any thoughts, opinions, constructive criticism are welcome.
