Indication

Started: 11/19/2008 1:06:06 AM (Cut me some slack; band takes a lot of my spare time)

Chapter 1: The Beginning

Story Quote: It might have been a little…dramatic…. the way Kaito had shown up at the hospital.

Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan or Magic Kaito (I couldn't think of anything witty to put here so I just kept it simple)

A/N: You know, I don't really understand why people label their stories as OOC. I mean, isn't kind of the point of fan fiction to write something the original character wouldn't do? The stories are going to be 'out of character' more often than not... The reason I brought this up was: I've been reading a lot of CC/DC lately and almost all have been OOC in one-way or another. I guess it sort of bothered me that it bothers other people. I just think it should be sort of expected. It is good when people try to keep the personalities the same for the most part but it's not horrible when it's not. Take CoMH for example. Does anyone actually think Kaito would just give up on everything? I don't. He seems more like the type to say: Get a hold of yourself, doesn't he? I'm going to try to do better personalities for this one. They will be off though and even more so in upcoming chapters...just to let you know. (If you don't know why then go read the 'My Stories' thing on my profile)

Bonus A/N: I know that Kaito and Conan meet in vol. 16 and Haibara comes in, in vol. 18. I'm just tweaking the order a bit. (I say this in preparation for the next chapter)

Onto The Story!!!

Kaito strolled aimlessly along a pavement walkway. The night was cold and bitter and the frigid air stung his skin. A shiver ran up his spine so he raised his sweatshirt's hood over his eyes and he shoved his hands in his pockets. Seeing wasn't really a factor anyways. It was so dark in was near impossible to see anything. It rather ticked him off too. There was supposed to be a full moon tonight but due to the storm that was brewing overhead it couldn't give off any light. The storm itself hadn't started more than ten minutes ago so when Kaito left his house that night he was expecting a pleasant stroll under the moonlight. Now he was hopelessly lost in an unfamiliar area. Well, it might have been familiar but he couldn't tell.

Another violent shiver surged through his core as a raindrop splashed on his cheek. He pulled his hood tighter around his face and kept his head down. He figured that if he followed this sidewalk he would eventually get to somewhere he knew. He was really hoping that would happen and that he wouldn't wind up even more lost. He had been hoping that for quite a while now but the farther he followed the cement trail the less likely the thought seemed to end well. He groaned inwardly as it began to rain a bit harder. Now he was just hoping he wouldn't catch a cold. He didn't want his mom to have a conniption fit on him.

He looked up briefly and saw something huge looming before him. Oh, thank goodness, a tree! He ran under it and yanked his sopping wet hood off. It was still dark and it was even harder to see with the rain but the moon had finally made some sort of a breakthrough and was bathing a patch of grass not to far away with its glow. He stared at it blankly under the shelter of the tree. There was something there. Something the light just didn't quite reach. He was tempted to leave his shelter but decided against it. So instead he just silently watched the shadows.

The main reason he was watching the shadows in the first place was because one thing. They were moving. And very rapidly at that. If he didn't know any better he would assume that they were two dogs fighting but that just didn't seem right. There was something about the way they were moving. It did seem like a fight just not one between animals. He couldn't put his finger on why they didn't they just... well, didn't.

That was when he saw something gleaming.

A knife!

He immediately fled his position under the tree and rushed towards the two figures. His sudden movement seemed to startle whoever was the wielder of the knife. The bigger shadow leapt away into the foliage surrounding them. Kaito tried to chase after it but by the time he had got through the bushes it was long gone. He cursed quietly as he traced his way back to the clearing. Only to trip just a few feet away from it.

Completely stunned he turned around. He was somewhat shocked when he realized it wasn't just a big rock. No, instead there lay a small child. His large glasses beaming in the moonlight. Kaito crept closer to him. Blood spilled down his face from a hidden gash within his mess of matted back hair. Another stream of blood slipped from his bruised and split lips along his cheek and chin. When Kaito looked down he noticed his once bright blue clothes were now shredded and coated with their own mixture of blood and foliage. Kaito cringed at the sight but in a strange way he felt relieved that the boy had put up such a fight. If he hadn't who knows if Kaito would have gotten to him in time. Wait, was he in time?

"Kid? Hey, Kid? Can you hear me?" He asked as he warily jarred the boy's shoulder. He didn't want to cause the boy any more discomfort than he already was. After a moment of silence Kaito was beginning to fear the worst but then the boy gave a quiet groan. Kaito released the breath he had been unconsciously holding. He was breathing and that meant that he had a chance of being saved. Immediately Kaito pulled out his cell phone out from his coat and dialed: 1-1-0.

"1-1-0 Emergency hotline, what's-" the woman began but was suddenly cut off.

"Hello?"

"..."

Kaito pulled his phone away from his ear and cursed. No service. Perfect. He quickly tucked the device away and crouched towards the boy. This boy needed medical attention; not something his patch-job could fix. In one swift movement he scooped the boy up into his arms and tried his best to avoid pinning him too hard against his chest that it would hurt but not so loose that he might fall. In response the boy clenched his teeth in pain and took a sharp inhale of air into his lungs. The magician gave him an apologetic glance. He felt sorry for the now trembling child. He was the unfortunate victim of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. How little did Kaito know that, that statement was a more than accurate description.

Hospital

It might have been a little…dramatic… the way Kaito had shown up at the hospital. Him, covered from head to toe in dirt and rain while he cradled the boy, coated in blood, bruises, and other such filth. He had burst open the front doors in such a rush that he nearly broke the glass in their frames. The nurses all scurried to him in such a fuss he thought they were going to tear him apart. One tore the boy from his arms and ran off, followed by two others, while two stayed and inspected Kaito. It didn't matter how many times he said the blood was the boys' they still took a good fifteen minutes before they would even let him sit down. When they finally did they took off in the direction the other three had gone. That was the last he'd see of those nurses until the next day.

He had fallen asleep in the waiting room for he refused to go home until he was positive that the boy had survived the night. The chairs were less than uncomfortable so he got little more than twenty minutes of solid sleep at a time. He almost did though. He was just nearing the second mark for his twenty-first minute when he was shaken awake by a strong hand on his shoulder. With bleary eyes he scrutinized the man in white before him.

"Excuse me are you…" the man began before stopping to inspect some sort of clipboard in his hand. Or at least what appeared to be a clipboard. "Are you Kuroba Kaito? The one who brought in the young boy last night?"

Kaito nearly sprung from his seat. "Yes, I'm, Kaito."

The doctor nodded accordingly. "Well, you'll be happy to know he's stable right now and there doesn't seem to be any sign of concussion. He might have some problems remembering details until much later but that's normal for someone who has been under that much distress."

"Is he awake? Is he allowed visitors?"

The doctor smiled at him. "Yes, visitors are welcome. Do try to keep noise to a minimum. He just woke up about a few minutes ago. Um, room number…1304 on the le-" He cut himself off as he noticed that his audience had left him. He looked behind himself just in time to see Kaito's blue sweatshirt disappear behind the corner.

So the boy had survived the night, Kaito mused happily. Now to get some answers about the mystery man.

A/N: Well I hope you all liked the beginning so far. I liked it for the most part despite the fact that it was so short. I really don't like short chapters. I could have made this longer but I just didn't have it in me to type that much yet. I might be able to get it out my Christmas but no promises. Oh, the other reason why is because there is a really long conversation coming up and it alone is probably longer than this chapter... you can't really split it into two chapters either…eh, I guess you could but it'd just sound strange. Well, anyways, I hope you liked the story so far and hope you read later chapters!

Oh, and if you get the chance, please, REVIEW and take the poll on my profile…I sort of changed it up so, until Christmas, DON'T PICK CAPTIVE OF MIDNIGHT'S HOLD!!!

…Yet… Until Christmas…

Ok, Ending song time!!!

"I heard the world up late night,

Holding my breath tight,

Trying to keep my head on right,

There's a chill in the air,

Nobody could care,

How you're caught up in the fight of your life"

Song: Heard the World Artist: O.A.R.