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What happened if…?
01.- Begins
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Deceiving the police officers was such a simple task, it was beginning to be boring, yet the faces of everyone confused, looking for him in the crowd, was simply admirable. For the moment he had managed to disguise himself as a police officer, he hid himself in a dark alley, and then took the precious jewel with his hand.
With resignation in the light of the moon, he sigh annoyed; another that is not what he is looking for, time to return to the little jewel to the museum. At least he managed to escape; not that were too complicated to do it, only irritating when they chase you around the city, he keep the gem in his pocket, thinking about what rays he really need found when a sound called his attention.
Voices, these were somber, with evil tone while they spoke; he did not understand part of them well and yet, as an idiot, he made appearance.
"What are you gentlemen doing?" asked the officer, questioning inwardly whether it was a correct term in referring to these persons as such. "Any problem?" he said as a smile spread across his face.
"Nothing official," said one of them before they both ran in the opposite direction.
He does not want to get into more trouble for the moment; "What weird people find in these days", he thinking while look that subjects escaped.
An additional noise called his attention again, this time his vision went to the floor, where the surprise invaded him. The clothes on the floor moved, instinctively receding, prepared in case it was a trap of those subjects, but instead a boy returned the look, although this was very unstable, so tired and showed pain, the officer detected a red line was passing by his face.
Was that why those people were there?
The boy saw too much and they were going to eliminate it, he did not regret having intervened; the little one fell again against the ground altering the thief; a blow was already bad, and bumping against the floor was not better in that state.
A few steps could be heard, they were approaching, several options appeared in his mind; leaving it, may be acceptable, but the guilt of abandon, felt that he betrayed the boy, unexplained sensation for the moment. There were many problems with that idea, the second idea was an impromptu stupidity born of his intense desire to know the truth about these guys; take the child, became would bring kidnapping charges to the growing list of crimes.
What another choice did he have?
He would not be left there for these people to arrest him or hopefully to go through an extensive interrogation, for the moment he decided the most acceptable. He changed his clothes by the characteristic white suit that identified him and lifted the boy from the floor, holding him with one hand and release one sphere with the another hand, both disappearing in the smoke.
The officers arrived on the scene, finding no trace of the thief.
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Flying through the sky at night, the air on his face was very pleasant, his sight went to the boy in his hands, sigh with resignation, sure Jii-chan will kill him for disappearing that way and not go to the meeting point; however he could assure that he returned alone and waited for him quietly seated.
Big mistake, he could feel Jii's destructive gaze, he really looked so angry and worried, not knowing what was dominant, it was frightening such a state.
"Where did you go in this time?" the old man asked, looking at the young man at the front door. It was when I noticed another being in his hands, the other's face paled; "And kidnapping a child!" exclaimed with terror, "I have failed to keep you from other crimes," I cry out in pain.
The young man listened as he apologized to his father for failing to keep him out of such madness. "I do not kidnap him Jii-chan!" exclaimed the teenager. "How could I do such a thing?"
That seemed to calm his concern, but it did not explain why brought it, with care and detail he explain his actions and decisions; for several reasons, the old man did not fully trust his idea.
"Are you sure?" I ask, "It could be dangerous to keep that child here"
"It's just a kid, it will not hurt," Kaito-kun murmured.
"Why do you protect him like that?" said, feeling that such face in that little one already saw it before, somewhere else.
"Unexplained," he said with a slight smile.
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He watched the boy's face carefully, feeling a slight pain in his head; he did not remember where he had seen that face before and that sense of familiarity hidden in his existence; the bandages were carefully placed in his head, trying his best not to affect him anymore. He took a blanket and covered him, while, he trying found what clothes to give him; the one he wore was too big for him, I ponder his ideas for a few seconds to leave him only a pajamas.
It was so late, he could not sleep, the anguish consumed him exaggeratedly, maybe he made a bad decision to take him straight to his own house, and the damage from the blow could be fatal and not notice, he remained seated, with his eyes fixed to the wall. No, if it was so terrible he would surely detect it; decided to write a message to her best friend warning her possible absence in a few hours, done that, should be distracted with something.
Trying to rehearse his tricks would not work with his exhausted mind and unable to make him sleep, read something, nor think, his vision was failing to distinguish letters at that point, so he decided to review a photo album, hidden by his mother to be able to show him later to the visits, so shameful.
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Sunlight made its appearance through the window, his eyes they focused again on the little being resting on their bed, to look at the photograph again in the book, and repeating the same process a few extra times just to make sure it did not fail to compare both. A smile formed on his face so that was why; well, the doubts appeared again in his head, there will be answers for them later.
"What a problem you get into, Kudo-kun"
The boy twisted at the sound of that name and sat on the bed, rubbing his face and yawning as if those hours had not slept well; his eyes adjusted to the faint light of dawn, began to look for details in his surroundings and then he saw a stranger sitting next to him, too quiet...
A scream echoed through the house, yes, that was what I wanted.
"Who the hell are you?" he asked altering, throwing the nearby pillow, "Where am I?" he asked as he realized it was not her house.
I did not hit him with the pillow, and the other one continued to dodge the thrown objects, "Could you calm down for a moment?" the stranger asked.
"No! You have brought me to a strange place!" shouted the boy.
The words were quickly analyzed, "I have not kidnapped you!" shouted the stranger more offended and angry; was a clear deduction, and even Jii-chan warned him.
"So, what do I do here?" cry still exalted to appear in such a place.
"You're here for me, because I found you on the floor," Kaito replied, looking at the little boy. "Those strange guys would have done worse if I did not get in," he said, sitting back and thinking what to do next.
"Something worse?" the suspicion on the question was evident in his voice.
Out of nowhere I take a mirror and hand it over, mentally counting for the disaster; another cry resounded for the second time in the day, again receiving a series of questions, Kudo stopped to remember what happened.
"Those guys, they wanted to kill me with some kind of drug," he muttered, being heard by the thief.
"From what I see, it did not work as they wanted" was so clear, the main idea was to kill him, not the result before his eyes
"What am I going to do now?" spoke the little boy.
The young looked at his mortal enemy, so lost, "You can stay here," he suggested without further ado; Kudo still astonished at the other. "No one would believe you, and if so, what will you do?"
This stranger is right, there were many risks, and they wanted him dead, they took it for granted, it would endanger those around him, he could not do it all, however, there were those who needed to know, his parents, of course.
"Who are you?" Kudo said, remembering not to have asked such a fact.
"Kaito, Kuroba Kaito" he said extending his hand.
That name was familiar...
"I suppose you have someone to call," he said, passing a telephone.
Kudo dialed the number of his parents; them don't waited, why immediately someone picked up the phone at the other end.
"Kaito-kun!" a female voice on the other side shouted, "I'd recognize that number anywhere," she said, calling her husband.
"Wow, it's been a long time," Yusaku said, possibly smiling.
They both looked at each other, thinking how they knew that, well, Kaito did not surprise so much.
"Actually, okaa-san, it's me." Shinichi spoke with concern.
There was silence, so that the magician received a congratulation to be able to imitate the voice of his son when he was small, they had not believed to him; both sighed in disgust, decided to send a photo to prove it and once they got their attention, explained the details to the events of last night.
The parents accepted the idea about him son staying away, for the moment, before ending the call, they asked to Kaito, to take care of his son, making Shinichi angry, claiming not to be a child, not in mind at least.
"Parents," said the boy, feeling happy to at least, tell someone what had happened.
Looking more closely at the adolescent opposite, they shared some similarity, strange, "Have we met before?"
"Of course," He replied as passed the photo book on the right page.
The photo itself showed a child similar to the other, possibly Kaito as a child, holding a hat from which came a lot of confetti, streamers and pigeons, next from him, Shinichi was, analyzing and trying to find out how he had achieved such a trick, the bottom could barely four figures may be distinguished, surely their respective parents.
Why would not he remember that?
"I'll give you something to eat," I say as I yawn, "Sorry about that, I did not sleep at night," he said, making breakfast.
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They calmly ate and finished; Kaito fell asleep, Kudo looked at the photos from the album, the detective's innate curiosity to know about the other, by the time knew the admiration of the young man to his father, and apparently lives alone, his mother seems; to be like his own parents in some part, traveling. Kaito did not sleep well, meaning of concern, was pleasant.
I look closely at the portrait of the father, smiling at that admiration, putting his hand on the glass and disappearing completely from the room.
"It can't be," the detective said in amazement.
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