I said somewhere that I would keep the original chapters of Caught on Tape up, but the idea totally mutated, so it wouldn't really make any sense. The story kind of changed from a rewrite to a whole new story. The same concept of Caught on Tape will still apply, thus the title, but anything from the old chapters may or may not be relevant for this story now.
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Caught on Tape
Prologue
"Have you ever wondered, Tantei-kun," Kid began one evening as they sat atop the Mouri Detective Agency, "why you are symbolized as a raven?"
"What?" Conan blinked uncomprehendingly at him. "What're you going on about?"
"In the Black Cat's prophecy, you've always appeared as a Raven. Know why that is?"
Conan frowned, contemplating silently. "Ravens, like crows, have often been associated with ill omens dating all the way back to Shakespeare." His face became downcast, "they often symbolize death, along with a murder of crows." He didn't need to explain why death might be associated with him. It was fairly obvious to anyone who ever met Edogawa Conan.
"Tsk, tsk. That's not it at all, Tantei-kun. Yes, a rave is a bird of darkness. However, Wiccans believe that 'in that darkness, healing, wisdom, and the unfolding of mysteries happens for those who still their minds enough to allow it to enter. The Raven is one who gives gifts, but is also a trickster. The Raven's gifts are for those who have the sincerity to try to make use of these priceless gifts of light and insight.' In other words, you're not the harbinger of darkness, but the light that shines through the shadows, giving hope to those willing to accept it."
Mouth parted, Conan stared for a long while. Eventually, he swallowed and spoke, "a black cat is usually associated with Witchcraft, not Wicca."
Kid shrugged uncaringly. Smiling fondly, he said, "Let's just say we have a very unique Black Cat among us, hmm?"
Conan cocked an eyebrow. "Oh…kay. You're very weird, you know that?"
Kid laughed. "Of course. After all, it runs in the family." With that bizarre remark, he launched himself from the rooftop, declaring an end to their impromptu meeting. He really did wonder why the Kid had dropped by. Conan shook his head. The Kid had problems, and not the dead body kind like he did. Still, it was kind of nice, to think of himself as hope rather than death.
"Thanks," he murmured to the empty night. Even if Kid was no longer there, he had no doubt the thief would perceive his gratefulness. Maybe his "black cat" helped with that? After all, it wasn't like magic was real. This witch or whatever was probably hallucinatory, he decided as he headed back down to the agency.
If someone discovered the truth through hallucinations, well, that was just chance.
Right?
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I know it's short, but it is a prologue. I'll try to get Chapter One out soon.