Helter-skelter
I was watching the new Magic Kaito anime series and ugh they're just teasing us with all these cute clothes they put Kaito in. They had him wear a cop uniform while wearing glasses with brown contacts (um can I say adorable?). I don't know how seeing him in a cop uniform led to this story but here it is. So if you want to visualize what Kaito looks like in this story, go find some pictures or gifs from Magic Kaito 1412 episode 10.
So I actually wanted to make this a really long one-shot but my muse was being a little shit. I was stuck on ending it x'D So I'll be attempting to finish it off this weekend. So have the first half of it.
Warnings: Mature content (drugs, mild sexual harassment) language, spelling/ grammar mistakes and a lot of sad Kid. There will be eventual noncon next chapter (Rating will change accordingly)
Reminder that drugs don't treat your mind well. OOC is to be expected when Kid is too fucked up to attempt a poker face.
Enjoy
"I really don't understand why this heist couldn't wait until I got back from my trip, botchama. I don't like letting you have heists unsupervised."
Kid rolled his eyes as he took a sip from the glass of water in his hands. He pressed a hand against the wireless mic against his ear.
"Give me a break, Jii-chan. I'm a thief; I don't need to be supervised to steal." He muttered, eying the bartender that was standing a bit too close to hearing range. He stood from his seat at the counter, smiled and moved away. Glancing back, he watched the bartender take his empty glass, wash it, dry it and place it back on the shelf next to twenty identical cups. Good-he grinned and continued walking-no DNA evidence left behind.
"This is a highly suspicious heist." Jii insisted and the magician sighed.
"It's just a bar, Jii-chan. I always go to yours. No big deal, I'm nineteen now." Nineteen and enrolled in a university like any normal young adult.
"Blue Parrot hardly counts as a bar, botchama! And you agree that this heist is strange. That is why you invited Nakamori-keibu and the taskforce."
Kid frowned and leaned against a wall, careful to avoid people that were stumbling about, drunk beyond belief. That was true. The jewel in question belonged to the owner of a high-end bar in the edge of town. Most would not be able to enter without getting past the intimidating bouncers. He had found out about this jewel on pure coincidence; someone had posted online in a forum about visiting this nightclub and seeing it. A sapphire with dimensions big enough to encase a second jewel if it so wished to. He couldn't pass up this chance.
So he sent the notice.
The first strange thing he noticed was the lack of attention. If it were any other rich industrialist or politician, they would've called the police within minutes of receiving a Kaitou Kid notice. The owner of nightclub Disturbia didn't even mention it.
"They mean to trap you, botchama. They want to take your life. Kaitou Kid's life." Jii's worried rasp reached his ears again.
"I know. That's why I sent the notice to Nakamori-keibu too. I knew he would force his way into the club even if the owner wished to keep it as discreet as possible." He chuckled, watching the inspector shy away from touchy ladies that were a bit too incoherent for the night. It had also made sneaking into the club easier.
"You said the owner didn't even close the club for the night?" Jii asked and Kid stared at the dance floor flooded with moving, sweaty bodies. The stinking musk of lust reached him and he wrinkled his nose.
"Hell no, it's a Saturday night. There's no way they'd close it. The taskforce has to squeeze in with everyone else. "
"But botchama-"
"Ooo~ Mr. Officer~" Kid blinked and turned to face two ladies he had not noticed before. He looked down at the uniform he was wearing. Right, he was a police officer right now.
"Hello ladies, what can I do for you tonight?" He smiled charmingly and the girls giggled.
"It's just that our dates for tonight have abandoned us. How about you keep us company? I do like a man in uniform." The raven haired one in the little black dress growled and latched onto his arm. The other nodded vehemently, eying the thief from head to toe.
"Ahaha…apologies but I'm on duty tonight. You ladies have fun!" He gently pried her fingers off his shirt and quickly stalked away. He shivered when he heard the disappointed groans trailing behind him.
"Damn it, he was cute too." The raven muttered, licking her lips.
"Not a bad ass either." The other whistled and Kaito felt a shiver run up his spine before he turned a corner leading to another dance floor. This night club was enormous with many different themes and complexes.
"As I was saying, it's pretty dangerous out there, botchama."
"Shhh, Jii-chan my heist starts in fifteen minutes. I need to concentrate." He looked up, searching for the staircase that led to the private rooms upstairs. The jewel was being held in a VIP room.
"Maybe I should head back to Tokyo right now…"
Kid snorted and made his way through the mass of people loitering around the halls.
"Even if you left Nagoya on an airplane at this very second, it'd still take an hour for you to get back to Tokyo. The heist will be long over by then. I'm alright, Jii-chan, stop freaking out. I'll be fine."
"I hope so, botchama…"
"5-O, 5-O."
"Christ, can't you warn us a little faster? The bastard almost saw me."
"They're the Kaitou Kid task force. What makes you think they have the balls to talk to you about lighting a joint?"
"Shut the hell up, boss said to look as inconspicuous as possible."
"Inconspicuous hah! What are you, some smart-ass professor? Speak Japanese, damn it."
"You want to fight me, asshole?!"
"Hey...is that him?"
"Where? Who? That one?"
"That cop over there."
"The one with the glasses?"
"That's the one."
"Ehh? Isn't he a bit young to be a cop?"
"Boss said he'd probably show up as one of them. Also said he'd probably be really young. He's the only one that looks like a brat out of the entire force."
"Do we grab him?"
"A-are you sure, that's him though? What if we're wrong? The jewel will get taken and the boss will kill us."
"Tch always such a pansy, Goda. Even if we're wrong, we can still get a good shag out of it…this kid ain't bad-looking."
"Ala~ Kanda-san is such a beast~."
"Shut the hell up, damn it…I'll go first…Get ready."
"Hey there, Mr. Officer!"
Kid's shoulders tensed and he paused, only two meters away from the door.
"Yes?" He smiled and turned around. It was a man this time; he was tall and muscular with dyed blonde hair and an unshaven face.
"Oh where are my manners, I am Kanda, manager of Disturbia. It's great to have you here, thank you for your hard work tonight."
The man grasped at the thief's gloved hands tightly and smiled politely.
"W-well, it's not a problem at all. Just doing my job." A nervous laugh escaped his throat and he noticed the neon clock hanging on the wall. Only nine minutes left.
"If you don't mind, I'm supposed to patrol the upstairs. The inspector's orders." He began to walk away, wondering how long it would take him to set up.
"Oh but how about a drink first? I have an entire menu of recommendations." Kanda had swiftly moved forward, blocking Kid's path.
"I-I'm on duty, Kanda-san. I cannot drink." Kid's smile grew forced and he attempted to move left, trying to squeeze through the small gap between the man and the wall.
He jumped when Kanda's arm shot out and slammed against the wall with a loud smack that was drowned out by the beating of the stereos.
"Oh but I insist. I've seen many of your colleagues patrolling the building. I'm sure you can sneak away for a few moments."
His heart pounded a bit faster as he stared up at the towering man in his way. Without realizing it, he was backing up unconsciously.
"I really think you should let me pass, Kanda-san." He lowered his voice, trying to show the authoritative tone of a police officer. Kanda didn't even flinch, his smile turned into a dark smirk.
"Come on, one drink won't hurt, darling." The nickname that rolled off the man's tongue sent ominous shivers down his spine and he stepped back some more.
"Hey, watch it! You bastar-"The guy he bumped into turned around with a scowl only to pale a second later after seeing his uniform.
"T-the police?" The man stuttered, his face flushed from alcohol and embarrassment.
"I-I'm sorr-"Kid was interrupted when Kanda suddenly yanked at his arm and he stumbled backwards into his embrace.
"My deepest apologies, my boyfriend and I were disagreeing on his choice of cosplay." Kanda gave the drunken man the most sincere of apologetic looks. Kid looked back at Kanda incredulously.
Now assured that it wasn't a cop he was about yell at, the drunken man regained some confidence and scowled.
"Well, keep your boy toy on a leash!" He spat and turned back to focus on his drink.
"I'm not-" Kid began, starting to feel the underlying hints of panic. He had to get away, the heist was to start in seven minutes and he wasn't even at his destination yet.
He gasped when he was shoved against the wall. His hands twitched, hovering over where his Kid supplies were hidden in the seams of the police vest he was wearing. He stopped himself before he could activate a sleeping bomb. He couldn't do this here, there were too much people and police lurking around. He couldn't blow his cover until he got the jewel. He shifted and he heard the sound of his stun gun bumping against his handcuffs. Stun gun...no...the people would see a cop attacking a civilian...he couldn't tarnish the taskforce's reputation like that.
But-he shivered when a hand trailed down his sides to caress his hips-no, I don't want this.
Hot breath tickled his ear as Kanda lowered his head to whisper. Bear it bear it. He'll leave you alone after he gets what he wants. Then you can go do your heist. Bear it, Kaito.
"Shhh, I think it's best if you follow me." The blonde leaned forward and he subconsciously tensed, eyes clenched shut.
"Hey!" The hot breaths abruptly left. A wave of cold air washed over the thief and he let out a shuddered breath. He looked up meekly and shot right back up-when he had started falling?-with alert eyes.
"K-keibu." He stammered out. Crap, he's going to keep me here and then I'll be late.
He met the inspector's eyes, prepared to see anger and annoyance but he was surprised to see concern. Nakamori turned to glare at Kanda with a growl.
"Fucking bastard, do you know the consequences of harassing a police officer? I'll have your motherfucking ass-"
"It's a mere misunderstanding, inspector. Please, do calm down." Kanda interrupted the livid inspector firmly, smile still plastered on his face.
"Misunderstanding my ass! I saw you-"
"It's alright, keibu!" Kid butted in and the two of them turned to stare at him. He pulled on a flustered expression and fidgeted with the fake glasses on his face.
"I-ah-um, it was a misunderstanding, keibu. Nothing more." He wanted this to be settled quickly. He had only five minutes left.
Kanda turned to regard the inspector smugly.
"As you can see, keibu. It was really just a misunderstanding. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go. I wish you luck protecting the boss's jewel tonight."
Nakamori clenched his fists and gritted his teeth as he watched the other man saunter away. He turned back to stare at Kid with the same worried eyes.
"You alright? 'Seem a bit pale to me."
Kid shook his head and reached up to pull at the cap that came with the uniform.
"No, sir. I-I'm alright, just a little shaky. I'll go back to patrol." He pushed away from the wall and began to walk towards the staircase.
"Wait!"
He froze on the spot, several thoughts racing through his head. What did the inspector want? For him to tell the truth? Perhaps, he saw through the disguise?
"Sir?" He kept his voice even, eyes darting over to the clock.
"You...really don't look too good. Go to the bathroom to wash your face or something. I'll have someone else take your patrol route." The inspector ordered and Kid relaxed a bit, a smile gracing his face.
"Yes, sir!" He did a quick salute and turned to go towards the bathroom. If he remembered correctly, there was another staircase next to the men's bathroom. It was even closer to the VIP room than the staircase he had in mind. Maybe he could make it in time.
"Botchama? Are you sure you're fine?" He jumped a bit, forgetting that Jii was still on the other end of the mic.
"Yeah, Jii-chan. Sorry about that, I was caught off guard. I didn't think…" I would get hit on like that.
"That is to be expected in a night club like this, botchama. This is why I was warning you! Your father in heaven would never forgive me if something happened to you!"
He turned the corner and spotted the bathroom and the staircase. Three minutes left. The taskforce should be preparing to head to the VIP room as well.
"Like I said, I'll be fine Jii-cha-"
A hand smashed over his mouth, knocking his glasses off his face.
"Jii-" He managed to get out before the back of his head collided with the wall hard enough for him to see black creep into the edges of his vision. His cap fell to the floor.
"Botchama? Kaito-botchama? What happened?" He heard Jii's worried voice in his ears and struggled to make some noise. Anything to let Jii know he was in trouble.
Another hand grabbed the wireless radio, ripping it from his ear roughly, leaving angry, stinging welts across his face.
"Oh no you don't, we're not letting you call your police buddies on us." He watched the mic get tossed to the ground behind a trashcan and narrowed his eyes. Screw the heist, he needed to get out of here. He growled and kicked at the man covering his mouth. The pain on the back of his head was starting to fade as adrenaline coursed through his body.
"Hey hey hey! The fucker's fightin' back. Where the hell is Kanda with the stuff?"
The grips on his wrists tightened painfully and he attempted to head-butt the man standing in front of him. There were only three of them, if he tried hard enough he coul-
The sharp pain on his right arm made him stop. He glanced to his right and saw Kanda staring down at him with the same condescending smirk as before. He was holding a syringe, the needle already deeply imbedded in the thief's vein. He pressed the plunger down and the liquids flowed into Kid's body.
The hands holding him up disappeared and he stumbled to regain his balance. His legs tripped over one another and he collapsed to the ground in a heap.
…Huh? Why…
"Mou, Kanda-san. We were waiting for you. Where the hell were you?"
"Don't be complaining about me when three of you couldn't contain one skinny little guy like him."
Why…can't…I move?
"Hah look at that! Not so much fight in him now, is there?"
He told himself to get up. This was really bad. He was losing focus rapidly. His limbs were already numbing and the ground was tilting dangerously even though he was lying on it. It was probably some sort of…hallucinogenic or…narcotic…or antidepressant or…anyways the heist probably started already and he was late. He needed to…
Needed to…
What did I have to do…
"Wahh how much of that stuff did you hit him up with, Kanda? What if he ODs?"
"Not enough to kill him, but enough to keep him quiet for a while."
"No mercy at all, as expected of you Kanda-san~"
Kid was yanked to his feet but he barely felt it. Little alarms in his mind were going off, telling him to wake up from his daze and hightail out of this disgusting place.
But…
He blinked rapidly as two men dragged him towards the back exit. Down the dark hallway that led to the dance floor, he saw.
He saw Nakamori-keibu and the taskforce walk towards the staircase, ready to catch a thief that wouldn't be there when the clock struck one in the morning.
Wait….Don't….
He lifted up his shaking arm, fingers outstretched-as if calling for them.
Look…this way…I'm over here…
The cold November air hit his neck as he was shoved outside. The door-the gateway back to warmth, the path to safety-closed with a slam.
Help me.
"This is why I hate these places." Shinichi groused to himself as he was shoved to the side for the ninth time by some drunken person's behind. Maybe he shouldn't have tried to cut through the dance floor.
He was already twenty minutes late. It had been finals week and none of his classes at the University were easy enough for him to breeze through them without studying. When hell week had finally ended, he thought he would treat himself to a heist. It was just his luck to run into a suicide case on the way there. The case actually oh what a surprise, turned out to be a murder case where the girlfriend had murdered her boyfriend. Who then promptly broke down in tears when Shinichi pointed out all the flaws in her weak attempt to hide her crime.
"Hey, there sexy~ Wanna have some fun tonight?" He swiftly avoided a raven-haired woman's attempt to latch onto his arm and continued pushing through.
"Do you prefer something different then, honey?" A lanky man-college student, most likely a drug addict with those blown up eyes and shaking hands-moved to block his way.
"Out of my way." Shinichi scowled and pushed past him as well.
He let out a big sigh when he finally got to the edge of the dance floor. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he observed the surroundings.
Strange…there seems to be a lack of bouncers around. He recalled walking into the club without any trouble. Where were they?
"Nakamori-keibu!" He called out to the inspector when he spotted the taskforce huddled at the bar counter.
The inspector turned, a glass of water in his hands.
"Oh it's just you. Damn brat." Nakamori scowled and turned back to sipping his bland beverage. Shinichi approached the inspector and Nakamori absentmindedly pinched the detective's cheek as a heist precaution.
Shinichi hissed when the inspector finally let go. He rubbed his face and looked around. The taskforce seemed on edge. Many of the officers were holding glasses of water or soda, looking around absentmindedly, tapping their feet restlessly.
"Did Kid take the jewel?" He finally worked up the courage to ask, curious about the strange atmosphere surrounding the police force.
Nakamori's hand twitched and he looked up at the nineteen year old with a frown.
"No."
"N-no?" Shinichi started in surprise.
"The bastard never showed up." Nakamori growled and downed the water in one gulp.
"Never showed…."
"We're staying behind for another half hour. If there is no notice from him by then, we're calling it a night." Nakamori rubbed his eyes tiredly. Shinichi could tell that the man was itching for a cigarette and was only holding back because he was technically still on duty.
"I'll just take a look around, inspector. I'll be leaving soon." He said and Nakamori snorted.
"Do as you please. But be careful, brat. There are a lot of disgusting bastards here."
Shinichi nodded, grateful for the warning. He wasn't planning on getting jumped tonight. He still had his soccer belt and wristwatch handy in case he did.
"Come to think of it, there was that officer I sent to wash his face before…I wonder if he's alright…"
He blinked when he heard Nakamori mutter that last part to himself. Bathrooms…
He walked away and spotted the bathroom sign pointing down a darken hallway. Totally not suspicious at all..The detective snorted and made his way over.
The first thing he noticed is the cap on the ground. He bent down to pick up the hat and turned it over in his hands.
It was a police cap.
"Crap. Was the officer attacked or something?" He murmured to himself, eying the pair of broken eyeglasses on the ground next to where he had found the cap.
Strange…there's no prescription to these glasses….fakes? Could it be… He placed the glasses inside the cap and combed the ground with his eyes.
Cigarette butts, joints, condom wrappers, beer bottles-He paused when he noticed something shiny behind the trashcan.
"A radio?" He heard the frantic voice coming from the mic and lifted it to his ear.
"Botchama? Kaito-botchama? Please, this is not funny at all! Are you alright? Please answer me!" An elderly man's panicked voice reached him and he was speechless for a moment.
"Um…" He began and the elderly man gasped at the sound of his voice.
"Botchama? Is it you? What happened? There was a sudden bout of static and then you wouldn't answer me!"
"….Who is this?" Shinichi cleared his throat and asked cautiously.
The voice at the other end grew silent, he could hear the tension.
"No, I already know who you are. You are Kaitou Kid's assistant, am I correct? There is no one else that would be using a police radio on a different frequency from the others." He explained, staring at the cap and glasses with a frown.
"….And you are Kudo Shinichi-kun, if I'm not mistaken. You're the only one that comes to mind after hearing your voice." The man finally speaks again, a slight tone of amusement lacing his voice.
"Are our voices really that similar?" Shinichi gives a small chuckle before growing solemn.
"What happened? I found pieces of his belongings everywhere."
Kid's assistant told him everything he knew in a fast pace, concern overcoming professionalism.
"So I-I do not know what has happened to him but please, Kudo-kun. Help him."
Shinichi swallowed and nodded even though the old man could not see.
"I'll do what I can. Please just standby, I'll update you if I find anything." He waited for the assistant's confirmation before turning the radio off.
This was much worse than he had originally thought. If what the assistant said was true about Kid being harassed several times during the course of the night, then Kid could be-
Nausea made his stomach churn uncomfortably at the thought of Kid being pushed around by men twice his size. He wasn't going to allow that to happen because…
Because….
He blinked and shook his head, smacking his redden cheeks. Focus Kudo, start searching.
He began with opening the door to the men's bathroom.
The many different smells assaulted his senses and he coughed violently, covering his nose with the sleeve of his coat. The combinations of smoke from various drugs was making his eyes water. Four guys were staring up at him with awed expressions.
"Hey." One of them giggled, waving wildly.
"Hi." Shinichi coughed again.
"Want?" Another held up a burning stick with a wide grin and Shinichi shook his head before closing the door again.
Not there.
He turned to the janitor's closet next to the bathroom and opened it. There was no smoke coming from this one but there was a couple.
A couple that was obviously looking for some privacy without having to pay for a room.
"Oh my god-ahh! Get your ow-hahh-own room, damn it!" The lady scowled and picked up one of her heels, throwing it at the detective. He closed the door before the shoe could impale his eyeball.
Definitely not there.
He sighed and turned to go upstairs. He knew that the club acted as a love hotel as well. The thought of Kid being up there…anger sparked in his chest and he stalked forward. His hand wrapped around the handle of the stairway door. This was going to take a while. He wondered if his dignity would last that long.
Just as he was about to turn the handle, he heard a loud crash coming from outside and turned to stare at the exit.
What…was that?
Yes Shin-chan go save your thief! Again, blame my muse. I didn't want to end it here. The rating will be M next chapter, so be on the look out for that. Reviews will encourage muse to think of more plot and encourage Shinichi to move a little faster xD