Kaitou Shinku
a Meitantei Conan fanfic
Chapter One
Disclaimer: I'm not Aoyama-sensei, and thus own neither Meitantei Conan, nor Magic Kaitou. Don't bug me.
The detective currently known as Edogawa Conan sat on his futon at the agency, staring puzzled at the piece of plain white paper in front of him, eyes sharp and exposing the 17-year-old mind behind the 7-year-old's body. It had arrived at his house, his real house, sometime in the night. On it, in what almost seemed to harsh, agitated strokes, was what he would first call useless trash, but a deeper look into it revealed it to be an important, personal message. But why would he send something like this...
Truth is hidden from light's eyes,
Things are not as they seem.
Truth can be revealed and family restored,
But only if dark appears light,
And light grows up and fades into the shadows,
Two shades becoming one together.
You have until the sky bleeds,
Or lies will be all there is for you.
At the bottom of the note was that doodle that showed just who had sent this. Kaitou KID, who had almost been caught at his last heist by him.
The KID had tried to trap him in a net, but got himself caught as well. It was only after they had exchanged words and as Nakamori-keibu had approached, handcuffs out, that he disappeared in his puff of pink smoke, whispering to him, "Keep that in mind soon, tantei-kun..."
Musing over what they had talked about, or to be more precise, what KID had been telling him, he smirked, eyes and smile razor sharp. "Challenge accepted, kaitou-san."
Outside the window, a figure in white sat, smile mirroring the one given by the person he was watching. "Let me see what you can do, tantei-kun."
A few days later, Conan sat in his dad's library, papers strewn about him, deep in thought. Thanks to Haibara, he had a way to 'grow up', as dictated in KID's rules, but how could be accomplish this? He had none of the tools he would need to go through with this, and they would all be sorely needed. He couldn't tell Agasa-hakase.
His thoughts were interupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing. Puzzled, he scrambled up and ran to the front hallway, grabbing a stool so he could look through the peephole. It was a deliveryman, his dark brown hair messy to the point of seeming like it had never seen a comb and his blue eyes only a few shades richer than Conan's own. Jumping off the elevation device, he pushed it to the side and opened the door, putting on his most innocent face.
"Hi there, oniisan! How can I help you?" The young adult, as he certainly couldn't be older than 22 or 23, looked down at Conan's bright face and smiled.
"Well, I've got a package here for someone named Edogawa Conan. You wouldn't happen to know who that is, would you?"
At hearing these words, the non-child's brain kicked into gear. Why was a package for his alias being delivered here, to his real house? Pushing that aside, he addressed the man in front of him. "That's me! Baachan must've sent me my birthday present early! Yaay!" The deliveryman chuckled.
"May be. Now, how about I bring in for you? Or are your parents home?" He shook his head, a bright smile on his face.
"Nope, they went out!"
"Alright, let me go get it, and you just sign this." He pulled a clipboard from his belt and headed out to the street, Conan watching every move he made. He just couldn't shrug off the feeling of, of familiarity with the man. Shrugging, he signed the paper, noting the company name, Clover Deliveries. Seemed more like a florist company than a package delivery service. Then he watched with amazement as the deliveryman walked up the drive and into the house, carrying a box that was nearly as wide and as tall as the one carrying it. Carefully, he set the package down in the living room, wiping sweat off his brow.
"Wow, some baachan you've got there. Well, I bid you good day." He then left, taking the clipboard and leaving Conan with that impossibly large box to go through. Climbing onto the couch and peering at the top of the box, he saw nothing but a single tag on the box, reading "Edogawa Conan". Warily, he took a knife to the box, opening it with care. Folding back the flaps, he stared dumbfounded at the contents of the box, topped by a simple note. Pulling it out, he stared at it, mind whirring at the implications before he grinned, a grin that, had anyone had seen it, would have shuddered at the pure mischief and glee behind it. The note said simply,
Light needs dark to shine, ne? -KK
"That damned thief!" Nakamori Ginzou cried out, throwing the newspaper back onto the desk. Aoko looked over from where she was sitting with Kaito.
"What is it this time, tousan?"
"Yea keibu, what's KID going after now?" Kaito piped up, a gleam in his eyes. Nakamori glared at the magician for a moment before acquiescing.
"That's the thing, I can't tell yet. This riddle doesn't make sense. Usually KID says what he's stealing, but this...this is nonsense." Kaito stole over to the desk and picked up the paper. There, on the front page, was the latest heist note from the Kaitou KID.
In the place where Lupin's greatest rival dwells,
The full moon watches, not yet bleeding,
As the precious fruit is swiftly plucked,
In the hour the warring clock does not chime.
At the bottom was, as always, a KID doodle. Kaito grinned. But it wasn't the grin that Aoko called his 'Kaito grin'. It was more like that of Kudou Shin'ichi when he solved a case. This was turning out fun.
It was the night of the full moon. The entire KID squad stood outside and throughout the Beika Museum, which was currently lit up by both grounded spotlights and spotlights that hung from police helicopters. The main players all stood in the room holding the jewel, the Blue Peach, a large diamond, pink with blue veins and about the size of a peach. Standing around the self-same gem was Nakamori-keibu, Hakuba Saguru, Mouri Kogorou, and Hattori Heiji, all having been checked for latex masks. It was 10 minutes until midnight and there had still been absolutely no sign of the KID.
A female officer, cheek red, ran into the room. "Keibu-san!" Nakamori turned from where he was glaring at the detectives in the room. The others turned as well.
"Yea, what is it? And who are you?" The officer saluted and put her ID in his expecting hands.
"Youko Aoi sir. Age 19, born October 10th. Sir, there seems to be a large object coming in from the north side of the museum." The inspector almost gave her ID back, but just as she was about to take it, pulled it back.
"What's your ID number?" Aoi was puzzled for a moment but straightened up.
"I'm officer number 082594-495280, sir." Before she could move, she was tackled by both Mouri and Nakamori. Heiji and Hakuba both watched in amusement as both were pummeled into the ground by way of righteous feminine fury, both having apparently touched something they shouldn't have. Said officer walked away, face red for a whole different reason now.
The beaten detective of the two sat up, hazy. "What was that?"
"That would be Youko Aoi, the newest teenaged detective in the country. Although she could very well do well as a private detective she's chosen instead to join the police force going after KID. With an eidetic memory and an IQ in the 400 range, she specializes in language." The voice came from the shadows of the room, the figure stepping out to reveal the 5'9", blue-eyed, cowlicked figure of one Kudou Shin'ichi.
"Kudou-san, it's nice to finally meet you. I heard of your near-capture of Kaitou KID-san a year ago. I'm sorry I wasn't there to see it."
"Kudou! Why di'n't ya tell me ya were comin' back t'day ahou?"
"Boy, what do you think you're doing here, getting into my business again?"
"Brat, does Ran know you're here?"
"Barou, how can I answer anything when you all ask me at once? didn't know I was going to make it, so I couldn't tell anyone. As for your question keibu-san, I'd think it would be obvious. KID gave me a challenge in his heist note. 'Where Lupin's greatest rival dwells' clearly refers to me if you consider that Lupin's greatest rival was Holmes. I am known as the Heisei Holmes after all. Following that, it's clear that KID is considering himself the Heisei Lupin. And when Lupin is in the area, why wouldn't Holmes come?"
"Stupid arrogant punk," Mouri muttered.
"Thirty seconds!" Aoi called from her current post at the door.
A grin in the shadows.
20 seconds.
A costume donned.
10 seconds.
A capsule palmed.
5 seconds.
An hand raised.
4
An arm lowered.
3
A hand opened.
2
A falling pellet.
1
Impact.
0
A burst of pink smoke filled the room as, in the distance, the clock tower rang midnight.
As the smoke dispersed, all in the room could see the figure in white sitting on the pedestal, gem in gloved hand. Said figure grinned and lept up, now standing. "Ladies and gentlemen, how nice to see you tonight. Ah le le, seems everyone's here." He peered around. "Ah, but where's tantei-kun?"
"Sorry Kaitou-san, but Conan-kun's not here. You'll have to settle for me." KID whirled around to face Shin'ichi.
"Oh, if it isn't meitantei-san?"
Nakamori, fed up with being ignored by the person he considered his greatest enemy, yelled out, "GET THAT TEME!" before jumping in with all the other officers. Said officers were swiftly dodged, the phantom thief jumping into the air just before they got to him.
"Ah le le, that isn't very nice Nakamori-keibu. You shouldn't interrupt when other people are talking. And you-" He spun around, catching the hand that was going for his monocle charm. "Should respect other people's fashion choices, ojousama. Here." He produced a blue rose and pushed it in Aoi's hair, highlighting the blue tint of her long silvery hair. Said girl blushed, distracted enough for him to fall back.
"Well, I can see I've overstayed my welcome," he said, seeing the angry faces of the KID taskforce and Kogorou, the teenage detectives in the room just looking amused. "Ja matte ne~" With a whorl, he flared his cape and disappeared into his customary smoke puff.
"AFTER HIM!" The now pink-haired Nakamori cried, all officers running out the door and into the hallway. In the chaos, nobody noticed the disappearance of two people.
When Shin'ichi opened the door to the roof, what met his eyes was the whiteclad figure of Kaitou KID, sans the hat, sitting in the middle of the floor, gem in hand. KID's dark hair was messy, but not overly so.
"You did well, all things considered." Shin'ichi said. As he stepped out into the moonlight, he became aware of the small tremors running through KID's body. "Meitentei-kun?"
KID turned his head, revealing the teary, fear-filled blue eyes of not Kaitou KID, but Kudou Shin'ichi. The real KID, dressed as Shin'ichi, was taken aback and he rushed forward to hold his shaking figure. "Meitantei-kun, what's wrong? Come on, talk to me."
Keibu: Inspector
Tantei: Detective
Kaitou: Phantom thief
Hakase: Professor
Oniisan: Older brother, also a way for younger children to address a teenage or young adult male
Baachan: Short for obaachan, meaning grandma
Tousan: Short for otousan, meaning father
Barou: Idiot, but with less malice than baka
Heisei: The era that this takes place, generallytranslated as modern-day
Ah le le: A rather childish way of saying something along the lines of 'lookie here'
Meitantei: Great detective
Teme: Bastard
Ojousama: Young miss
Ja matte ne: See you later
Aaaand, cut! Okay, did anyone see that coming? I was trying to hint at it without being obvious. Meh. So, any and all hints will be welcomed. Was it good, was anything not clear? Let me know, and I'll fix or help you understand it. I'll be updating about every week or so. But if you want that to happen every week, I need you to review, even if it's a 'Good job, can't wait for the next chapter!' Or even a flame, letting me know what I did wrong, so I can fix it. Reviews feed my muse, allowing me to write. Ja ne, see ya back here next Sunday!