I don't know where to start. Okay, I'll start with this. I LITERALLY FELL IN LOVE WITH GALILEO GALILEI'S ARASHI NO ATODE. The song is so soothing. It fits Magic Kaito, though Koi no Jumyo is fine too. You guys should listen to it. Anyways, here's a story I wrote today. I got the plot idea from the song, because it's so damn gooood. It doesn't really relate to the lyrics, but the idea was made from there, added with a little twist to it that can relate to the plot of Magic Kaito. Now, onwards with the story! I hope you'll like it!

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I was surrounded by the dark. It was all pitch black. There were no windows to let the moonlight shine the empty darkness from where I am. It was just me and the black all around. I couldn't see what was in front of me. I couldn't see who was with me inside the building. My eyes later then adjusted to the darkness and I can see what was folded in front of me.

It was such a mess in here.

The white soles of my shoes began moving to somewhere. The heavy cemented floor came in contact with every strength I had just so I can walk. I wasn't sure where I was heading to, but I let my feet do the walking; I was too tired to argue with myself, and I could feel pain on one side of my head. I staggered upon the broken tables, chairs, and glass, my palms holding on top of them so I can balance myself.

My eyes skimmed around, looking for familiar faces and people who were still in the light of consciousness. Numerous bodies of uniformed black, blue, and gray lay motionless, breathless. I shuddered a bit, the sight was very chaotic. I couldn't look away at the damage I've caused.

But it was still too dark. I couldn't see properly. I glanced around again before seeing a ruined curtain. I presumed to open it, and the illuminous light of the full moon came inside, giving the darkness a gloomy glow.

I continue to move. Lifting heads up and checking pulses was what I can do at the moment. I checked if someone was still alive. I was yearning to know if someone, at least someone, had survived the fight. But no, they were all gone. I shuddered again. What if this person lying on the cold, hard ground was me?

Meters away from me, I can hear a moan. It was so far, yet it sounded so close. I was relieved to have known that I wasn't the only who was still alive. The person gave out another moan, albeit it was louder than the first. It sounded so familiar, so feminine, so Aoko. I gasped.

Aoko!

I hurriedly came to my senses and started looking for her. I searched desperately to seek her being that was buried deep within the havoc. I didn't want to stop my feet from pausing, her safety is what all matters to me. I wanted to see her. I wanted to feel her. I need to know she is safe.

Then, I see her. She was lying on the ground, her blue shirt ripped to shreds, her pale white skin were covered in bruises and scars, the white shorts she wore were dirty and stained with red. I can see the bluest of all the blue in her eyes looking at me. Staring down at the souls of me with pain, anguish, and agony. She looked so hurt, but I can see she's trying to be strong.

"Nakamori – san!" I shout, my voice echoing beyond the corners of the room. I didn't say her name: it would be too obvious. Kid saying Aoko's name would sound just like Kaito saying Aoko's name.

She pulled herself up, her arms shaky and weak as she hoisted herself with all she can. I rushed to her side and assisted her.

"What is it, Kid?" she murmured. I hear annoyance and sarcasm as she spoke, but the tiredness and pain was still so evident. I knew she was trying to tease me in a way, but I didn't have time for games. I looked at her torso and saw blood oozing out, staining the shirt that covered her chest and stomach. The red slowly creeping out from her body, ready to drain her from life's fountain. I reeled in with shock.

"You're bleeding!" I stated the obvious. She rolled her eyes at my stupidity. I couldn't help it. I was taken aback. Aoko was never too low to get herself wounded, let alone injured. She was as strong as a truck can take on a million cars. Ripping her shirt, she slowly covered her wound to prevent more blood from coming out.

"I can see that." She muttered, her slim fingers going around her stomach to stop the bleeding. I helped her, ripping my own jacket to help cover it some more. I didn't care about the suit being torn into shreds, Aoko needed help.

"Are you ok?"

Struggling to get up on her feet, she scowled at me. She was probably thinking why I was asking these questions, which really state the obvious, but I just wanted to be sure. The eyes may see, but the words confirm.

"Clearly my right stomach is bleeding. So yeah, I'm fine." Gritting her teeth, she stood up. Trails of blood from her stomach crawled to her legs. Every drip of crimson liquid from her body was starting to drain out of her. It was coming out really fast. I ripped my jacket again and wrapped another layer of cloth around her wound. I examined her slightly exposed stomach carefully. The skin was as pale as white, and her breaths were becoming short and fast. I tightened the knot, making her wince.

"Sorry." She waved me off and began to walk away, maybe going to the nearest exit. I can see she was struggling, so I hastily went to her side, wrapped one of her arms around my shoulder while I wrapped mine onto her waist. I felt her stiffen a bit. Her muscles contracting into a frozen like manner before melting into my touch. She gazed at me, her soft eyes looking at my masked blue ones, a thousand emotions rushing and colliding back and forth.

"We need to get out and get you some help. You're bleeding quite fast, Nakamori – san." She nodded her head once, then we picked up our paces. Our legs moving as swiftly as we could to the exit.

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Every once in a while I would glance down at Aoko to see how she was doing. Since I wasn't quite affected by the fight earlier, I knew perfectly well that I can manage throughout the walk. But as time goes by, I can feel myself lose the energy as well. I began to pant, my lungs desperate for a chunk of air to come in. Beads of sweat trickled down from my forehead down to my neck. I glance at Aoko again; she looks as if she were to pass out on the floor any minute now.

"Hang in there, Nakamori – san! We're almost there." I assured her, wondering to myself if what I said was true. I wasn't familiar with the building we were in, but I can feel it. I can feel the exit nearby. She bobbed her head down once. I was nearly in panic. She was getting weaker and weaker. I picked her up and carried her bridal – style. She was so light and small as I carried her. My heart did a backflip inside my chest. I encircled my arms around her small frame and clutched her close to me.

Her eyes were closed by now; one flutter of shutting out the life all around her. She was unconscious. She was losing blood fast. A train of my own emotions came crashing towards me. I wasn't sure if I was worried or scared or mad or anything at all. The mask I always wore began to break against my own will. I placed my lips near her ear, my breath slow and steady as I whispered into her lobe.

"I'm so sorry for everything that's happened to you, Aoko."

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"Keibu!"

One word.

One word and that is all could take for the inspector to whip around and face me with an expression I knew all too well. He looks at me with a murderous intent, but stopped moments later as he glanced down at the figure I was carrying. Before I could even blink, he was in front of me worry and panic carved around his aging features.

"Aoko! Someone call an ambulance! Hurry!"

And with that, Aoko was scooped out from my arms and carried away by her father. I stood there for who knows how long. My arms felt so empty now that she was away from my touch. Everything inside me felt hollow. From the start of it all to the moment I saw Aoko bleeding, it felt as if a hole began to dig its way down to me. It was unnerving. I didn't like how it was eating at me, but there was nothing I can do to stop it. Somehow, it felt as if the feeling of emptiness was a part of me now, and I know what the cause of it all was.

I took out the jewel from my pocket and held it in the moon's nightly rays. The red inside sparkled. I smirked. Time to end this once and for all.

With one swift throw, the jewel shattered onto the ground as it made contact with the cement. Its millions of shards scattered and grazed the floor, and I went on ahead without looking back. I kept running, everything I left behind was now part of my distant memory. The police, the organization, the jewel – I started to bury it deep within me. It was time to say goodbye to Kaitou Kid and everything that was involved with Kaitou Kid.

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Yeah. That's it for today. It sucks a bit, I know. It's been awhile since I last wrote, and, well, I lost a bit of my magic. I hope you enjoyed the story. Chapter 2 will be out in a bit!