Let's cut to the chase, then, shall we?
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Two familiar figures clothed in identical black coats and hats. What they say is just barely audible even in the surrounding silence. "What do you have to report?" "Nothing much. Only the same suspicions of the same people." "And which people do you mean be that? Your reports should include it anyhow." There was a hint of a threat hiding under the words. And, in this particular organization, such a threat, even if not directly stated, was potentially hazardous to one's health. Hazardous as in fatal. "Alright, then. Though by now it seems quite pointless. There was a pause. For a few seconds, it seemed as if nobody was there—it was dark enough that their black attire faded straight into the background. "For now, we can only monitor Edogawa and the Mouris. As for the others…we shall have to remove them in some way. Hattori is well-known. The media would be all over his disappearance if that were to happen. Hakuba, on the other hand…his father may start an extensive search; however, he is altogether less known by the public, and therefore less trouble for us to handle later. We'll deal with him first."
"One Edogawa Conan, appears to be linked to Kudo Shinichi, whom we have registered as dead.
"One Mouri family, for close associations with both Kudo and Edogawa.
"Haibara Ai, elementary school student. Confirmed connection to Sherry.
"One Hattori Heiji, thought to be investigating our Organization secretly. He may know too much and could be dangerous with connections in the police.
"One Hakuba Saguru, a better detective than Hattori and with similar police connections. Well-informed of Kaitou KID—if he were to investigate further into several of KID's circumstances, he could uncover the accompanying division of the organization."
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It was a normal school day. Kuroba and Nakamori with their daily antics, Koizumi with her ridiculously nonsensical comments that appeared out of the blue every now and then. Hakuba Saguru sighed. A normal day—or it was at least as normal as it would ever get at that particular high school. Kuroba meanwhile managed to bounce on and off his desk, half to bother him, half to actually escape Aoko's mop. He found himself with half a dozen white doves fluttering in his face, but by now he had learned not to question how the hell a student had managed to successfully bring in and hide the doves for the entire day—he did, however, wonder how Kaito had kept himself from conjuring them earlier. The day was nearly over…only a few more minutes and the bell would ring. He could retreat to the silence (and to somewhere safe from accidentally getting mauled by a passing mop).
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He did his best to keep his sanity and walk calmly out of the classroom in an orderly fashion, but the other students obviously had other things on their mind. If he even stopped walking for a moment, the sea of students would jostle him back again. He let the crowd carry him—he was worn out enough as it was, he didn't want to fight against a couple dozen people all moving in the same direction. Not that school was that challenging, he'd technically already graduated anyhow, but that didn't remove that aspect of education that was always there.
He wearily shut his home's door behind him. Silence. So wonderful in every way he could possibly think for now. The fact that the lights weren't on and the curtains were tightly shut hardly even struck him as suspicious. But then again, that was probably because he'd not turned them on yet. He didn't even bother.
"Welcome home, Hakuba Saguru." Something was pushed into his face, and his sight darkened. Chlorofom, he guessed in his barely aware state. He felt a small object being fed into his mouth—a pill?
"It's the same batch as before…even if it doesn't work as it should, we'll have another lab rat. After all, none of the previous subjects poked their noses where they shouldn't have been after they took this. Dead or not." By now, Hakuba had completely and utterly blacked out. He never saw the two men leave his house.
...
Hakuba regained consciousness, painfully. He could hardly remember anything but…a burning heat? Had he died? Was this the afterlife?! He panicked and sat up, the motion bringing forth further bouts of pain in his chest and various muscles. Pain. He could vividly remember the searing heat that had cut through his body. It didn't take a meitantei to figure that the poison he'd been force fed was at fault. Pain meant he was still alive, right? And, to his relief, he was still on the floor of his own home.
"Well, tantei-san," came an all-too-familiar voice that very nearly gave Hakuba a heart attack, "it seems you've gotten yourself into quite a bit of trouble this time around."
The white-clad figure seemingly stepped out of nowhere, though on closer inspection, he had simply removed a dark-colored cloak. He hung onto something on the ceiling, standing atop one of the columns adorning the wall.
Hakuba could only blink. In all the excitement, he completely failed to notice that he was sitting in clothes a couple dozen sizes larger than they should have been.
KID raised an eyebrow. Well, if the meitantei wanted to be quiet, then so be it. He sighed, his poker face easily hiding whatever emotions he might be feeling. "You're lucky I happened to drop by. Right after that pair in back left, out the back door, I might add, I disabled the cameras they planted. All they'll get is a still image of your quite dead-looking body."
The detective hardly had time to rage against KID for intruding his house before the kaitou started explaining again.
"Well, seeing as we're now against the same organization, I might as well help you out with this little situation of yours." He disappeared in a pink cloud of smoke, seemingly without any movement to reappear in front of the highschool detective. Now that the thief was closer, all the perspective seemed somewhat off. As if things were bigger, somehow. "You should go find yourself a change of clothes!" KID said, almost cheerfully leaning in close to the detective, a goofy smile on his face. "Hopefully you don't throw your old stuff away." He swirled around as if still presenting for an audience and walked a few steps. Glancing at the teen-turned boy from over his shoulder, Kuroba wondered if he could keep up the poker face much longer. One of his best friends had just shrunk from 18 to what looked like…eight. Not something you'd see every day. ((1))
Not just that, but these people that had given Hakuba the poison…he'd had an eerie hunch that it had been they who murdered his father. He was no detective and needed no proof to come to a conclusion.
Realizing that he'd started staring off into space, he dragged his head back to the present. Hakuba was still staring at him, with those shocked, horribly confused child's eyes. "If you don't get it, get yourself to a mirror. I've done enough talking. You'll figure it out soon enough, after all, you are a mei-tan-tei." He finished with a signature smirk, before promptly making himself comfortable on the couch.
The boy blinked, taking a few seconds to completely register. He rushed to the nearest mirror, and, it being more than a few steps away, he quickly tripped on what he soon found to be his uniform pants—albeit much longer than he remembered. When he finally managed to stumble to the mirror (by now Kaitou KID—or Kuroba Kaito, if his suspicions were correct, which they always were—had turned on the lights), he fell backwards from the shock.
~CHAPTER END~
AN://
Well, here's to my very first fanfic ever. Cheers. Well, on to a decent introduction.
I'm Twiltye, or simply Tye. I'm an artist before everything else and you can probably find some link to my dA on my profile. I actually hope to do comics…but art first and then writing? Who knows where I'm headed.
Well, after drowning myself in all 700 chapters of the manga (okay, 697), 152 episodes of the anime, all of MK, and so many fanfics that I can't remember which story goes to which fanfic (and almost to the point of forgetting what's canon), I've finally decided to write my own DC/MK fanfic. Partially because I'm a sucker for Shinichi but have far more interesting things to draw than him and after this much DC, partially because I need to brush up on my writing skills.
Onto Chapter 2. Yay.
1. Going by manga canon, in which KID gives no signs of knowing that Conan is Shinichi.
DISCLAIMER://
I obviously do not own DC, MK, or anything else I may or may not vaguely reference. Unless of course I actually do own it, in which case I'll probably explain down here because I'm so insanely arrogant that way.
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