Hi! Pleased to meet you guys, and first of all THIS STORY ISN'T MINE.
This story belongs to reiei and thanks God she allowed me to publish this in English. This amazing works and creative plot really deserve more readers xD
And English is not my first language so please excuse any mistake that I've made. I'll be gladly change those mistakes if you pinpoint it to me ^^
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Disclaimer :
Detective Conan and Magic Kaito fully belong to Aoyama Gosho
This story belong to reiei
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Now, let the story begins…
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Tokyo, August 31th 20xx 11:24 AM
Today is just another day in the middle of summer, just a normal day with the sun shining brightly above a never ending business in Tokyo. Or that's what it's like for most people, except one.
After 8 years in prison, he finally can be free. And it's not a brief time, really. In the beginning he thought he'll be fine, he can just play nice and wait for his detention period to pass and be done with it. But he was wrong. He was too naive to think that he can get through all this just by being nice and wore his ever reliable poker-face.
Being behind bar – in the midst of criminals who seek pleasure instead of repenting – bullying is not a strange matter, especially to those new prisoners. With teaching-unwritten-rule excuse, those 'boss' prisoners who either being there for the longest or feel like they own the place will gladly torment their newbie, physically or mentally.
For them, being 17 years old didn't make any exception. Thanks to new revision of Laws of Juvenile Delinquency in Japan – which says that person who is 14-20 years old will be categorized as juvenile criminals and will subject to special procedures – he's dumped there.
In the beginning he's fighting back. No sane people will stay put if they're mistreated right? After all – no bragging intended – he's a criminal who can slip off the police many times. There's no way he'll keep quiet as his dignity being trampled. His parents didn't raise him to be a coward.
But as weeks become months and months became years, he knew it's all in vain. He just can't defend himself against barbarians who ganged up on him, without his equipments, weapons nor places to hide. It's as if his body became immune of all the pain, his brain doesn't working on any solution to defeat his tormentor anymore. He has more than enough humiliations. He was tired.
It's not like anybody care for him anyway. There's nobody who can help him in this prison. Other prisoner just stay put, nobody dare to interfere. The wardens feign ignorance. Sometimes they blurt out half-hearted scolding, only to show they still there and won't ignore what happened, somewhat. But, the truth is, they just didn't care. Only if you're someone rich enough to do anything you want even from the inside of this cold prison – bribing the warden; smuggle narcotic and alcohol; threaten to kill your family out there if anybody dare to pick a fight – then you won't be able to oppose 'ruler' of this place. Other prisoner will try their best to avoid these demons, avoid making any trouble with them.
That's why he gave up. He's still fighting back, but not as hard as before. He's still screaming, but not as loud as before. He's still smiling, smiling with his best poker-face. That poker-face, that has been his ace since long ago, now just blend into his everyday face. He doesn't care anymore. But at least he doesn't give them their entertainment. A prey that doesn't resist while being hunted is no fun, he know that well. And that's the least he can do, even though it means giving up his pride at the same time. But he just doesn't care about it anymore. He doesn't care about anything anymore. He just live on, even without purpose, without goal, he just lives on.
"Congratulations on your freedom. Don't go back here again." Says the warden indifferently while opens the gate for him.
"I also don't plan on coming back." He said in a tone he hopes sound cheerful enough. He finally can step out of the building that has imprisoned him for 8 years. His eyes sweep around, wanting to enjoy things that he knows he can't see from inside there. There're some cars parked nearby, trees that can cover you from bright and hot summer sunlight, and some people passing by. The closest to where he's standing right now are two young men with formal wear that have been chatting with each other, maybe they're family of a prisoner? Or maybe policeman? He shrugs. 'Well, it got nothing to do with me' he thought.
He shifts his gaze up, to the blue sky. Spontaneously squint his eyes, minimize the rays of sun that rush into his pupils. Hot. There's nearly no clouds up there. It's really a dry summer. And every summer inside there is most uncomfortable. Well, it's not like it's any different each seasons anyway. He sighs, shifting his paper bag – that contains some items that's on him when he's been arrested – to his other hand. What he wears now is also his old blue shirt. Its color has faded, and it feels bigger on his body. Has he grown that skinnier? And looks like he grown taller too, seeing his pants now not long enough to cover all the way to his ankle.
He's free to go now, but he doesn't have anywhere to go. His house has burned down. His family is gone. He's alone, and he has nowhere to go. So, what should he do now? He doesn't know.
Just when he decided to go wherever his legs take him, he hears someone called his name – or is it?
"KID!" says one of the two young men that have been talking near him as he sees familiar face in front of the jail gate. After making sure that his call has been heard, the young man who has nearly the same appearance as him walks over, while he just standing there.
'Ah, it's been a long time since the last time I hear that nickname…,' he thought.
It was his, no, his father's nickname. After knowing what happened behind his father death, he decided to carry on his father legacy. Becoming Kaitou KID, stealing big jewels from all over the world to find a special gem – Pandora – that said can bring immortality. Yes, he was Kaitou KID that has been arrested 8 years ago. And from then on he only hears that name as an insult – humiliation – from other prisoners.
Suppressing growing fears in his stomach, he turn around to the source of voice, only finding a well known face. A familiar face that he can recognize even after all these years. Unconsciously he blurted out that young man's nickname, full of nostalgic, somehow.
"Tantei-kun…"
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To Be Continued
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