Disclaimer: I do not own Magic Kaito. Did you really think I did?
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Observe: my grand experiment. Each chapter will consist of two distinct sections. The first section will take place in the future in Montreal, Quebec. Don't ask why Quebec. It's one of those 'why not?' things. The second section will take place in what amounts to the present in Fanfiction-land. As a result the chapters will occasionally be a little on the short side, but that is merely to keep the format consistent. Enjoy?
It was late evening in wintery Quebec. Outside, snow lay in great dunes against every available surface. Inside the deceptively dingy apartment building, a merry fire roared in the hearth, warming the two occupants of the room. One lay sprawled across the armrests of a large armchair, one of his hands flying across the surface of the Braille book in his lap. The other sat rather more sedately on the nearby couch, a laptop in his lap.
"Oh look," said the one with the laptop, his tone of voice indicating anything other than surprise. "Our Wikipedia page's been updated."
The other's fingers paused. "Really? Of what slant?"
"A fan, definitely," the blond replied.
"I wonder why they don't just lock the page and be done with it," the dark haired one mused. "It would save everyone so much trouble."
The blond hit refresh on the web browser. "It's been updated again already; someone refuting the last statement."
"Are you lacking mental stimulus?" the other suddenly asked.
"Well, I can't exactly be noticeable. I've been doing the best I can all things considered."
"Saguru," the other said slowly, "You're stalking our Wikipedia page. Obviously something is lacking."
"Kaito," the one named Saguru said exasperatedly, running a hand through his hair, "I spend my days working as a cashier in a convenience store under the name Samuel Harper. I spend my nights anonymously solving what's in the papers. This isn't exactly what I had in mind when I was planning my life."
"'M sorry," Kaito mumbled quietly.
"It's not your fault," Saguru replied, equally quietly. "I"m hungry," he said quickly, changing the topic. "You want anything?"
"Chips please!" Kaito chirped.
"Right." Saguru set the laptop down on the couch and headed for the kitchen. The screen stared at one of the men it mentioned when it started out with, Kaito Kid is the identity of a thief taken on by three people. They are Toichi Kuroba, his son, Kaito Kuroba, and a detective who was originally chasing Kaito Kuroba, Saguru Hakuba.
Hakuba Saguru cursed as he watched Kaito Kid fly away once again. He would swear he could hear the thief's mocking laughter from the rooftop upon which he stood. As he watched, Kid flew lower and weaved in and out of the skyscrapers. As if he was going to try a landing relatively close but still out of sight. Saguru sighed. If he tried to follow, undoubtedly he'd run into Kuroba. He turned to leave the roof when he heard a shot.
Saguru whirled around. Kid was well out of sight, but the shot had come from the direction he'd left in. Cursing again, Saguru ran down the fire escape as fast as he could. As he skipped the last few steps and started to sprint into the night, Inspector Nakamori called after him. "Not now Inspector!" Saguru shouted back. Really, truly not now. He might be overreacting, but on the off-chance that he wasn't...
He wanted Kid behind bars. Not dead.
Saguru ran towards the sound of the shot, realizing that he had a snowball's chance in hell of finding anything in the mess of streets and back alleys. He slowed when he saw a car pull out of a side street. That old man that Kuroba and Aoko-san hung out with, Jii-san, was driving. In the back seat was riding Kuroba's mother, and she looked worried. Wondering if he had hit upon something, Saguru sprinted into the side street once he reached it. He had no chance of following the car on foot.
Saguru pulled a penlight out of his pocket and swept it around, searching. He spotted a trash can the lid of which looked distinctly askew. He investigated further and found a light metal pole, about a foot long, behind it. The pole was smooth on one end, but the other end was jagged, as if it had been broken by something. Saguru looked around further. On the other side of the skinny street, he found a small patch of blood. He sighed in relief. If this was all there was, then Kid was in no life-threatening danger.
He groaned softly. "Don't try to move," a worried voice said next to him. He recognized it after some effort as his mother's.
"What happened?" he asked quietly, his head killing him.
"Glider broke, it was probably the sniper. You've got a head injury, we're taking you to the hospital."
"Hospital?" Kid + Hospital = Bad his brain sluggishly churned out.
"Don't worry, you've been dressed in your own clothes. You just fell down the stairs. Now rest."
"M'kay," he agreed. Rest sounded like a good idea. A great one, actually.
I break brain yet? The next chapter should be up in a few days. Reviews are love.