I wrote this last night after watching the third movie. It's pretty sad, but I hope it's good.
Spoilers if you don't know about Kaito, his dad, and Kaitou KID.
Disclaimer: I don't own Detective Conan. I'm just doing this for my own amusement and for the rabid masses of fans.
It was raining.
Kaito held her close to his chest, her blood staining the front of his shirt. She turned her head weakly to look at him.
She was dying.
He had learned about death at an early age. Losing his father had been a painful blow, but he had pulled through. He'd been to crime scenes with Aoko; he had watched people die, but Poker Face had never let him down.
Until now.
It had been a good night. Wet, but calm. The heist has gone as planned, Nakamori and the police force had been foiled, and everything was right in the world.
He had met up with Aoko. He could still remember telling her about KID, how angry she'd been. But things were alright now. She had forgiven him, with the occasional scolding about her father's pride the only consequence.
It was nice, walking with her in the rain. He'd done some tricks to make her smile; pulled his dove from a pocket, and produced a red rose from behind Aoko's ear. Then, he let the dove fly into the night.
That was when it happened.
A gunshot.
A cry.
And a small, white body plummeting to the ground.
And Kaito had run, Aoko on his heels, to catch his beloved dove.
Feathers askew, eyes glassy, still cooing softly, as if to comfort him.
It was a warning. A warning that another white-clad figure could fall just as easily from the skies.
It was raining.
Her blood was soaking through his shirt. He could feel her heart slowing.
And Poker Face slipped. Tears blinded him.
She was dying.
He felt Aoko kneel next to him, hug him close, and stroke his hair. She was saying something, but he didn't hear.
She was dying.
He stroked the soft, damp feathers, holding her close to his heart, keeping her warm. She fluttered weakly, and closed her eyes.
Her heart stopped.
Her body grew cold.
And he was crying.
He had learned about death at an early age. He had lost his father, and he knew damn well that life wasn't fair.
But he realized as he knelt there, crying in Aoko's arms, cradling his dead dove to his chest, that that didn't make it hurt any less.
How many people thought it was Aoko at first? This made me cry when I wrote it. In the third DC movie, Kaito helps Shinichi out because he and Ran nursed his dove back to health. It made me wonder what would happen if one of his doves really did die. Poor Kaito. hug Please tell me what you think!