A Bleak Night
It was a heist – just another one of his heists in the eyes of many. The treasure wasn't even that great – just a gem that sparkled with something red inside when held against the moonlight. Security wasn't very different either. Inspector Nakamori didn't think that so much will happen. He didn't think that so much will end.
The forest was dull that evening, letting in only bleak rays of moonlight. Leaves and branches danced along in eerie harmony. Wind rustled the grass and a red-drenched cape. However, contrary to this frightening tranquility, the mind of a silhouette by a clearing raced.
Ginzo Nakamori still couldn't properly absorb the events that had taken place. However, his paper-white face and frozen body suggested that maybe he just didn't want to accept it. While he stared wide-eyed into the horizon, it was evident that the habitual smug and cocky grin was gone. Horror and brokenness took its place as he sat there, sprawled against a rough tree, his body shaking.
"O…oi…" His throat burned.
Lifting a numb and shivering finger, he proceeded to restlessly nudge the other shadow's cheek.
"K-Kid…" His voice shook.
The Great Phantom Thief lay across the inspector's lap; the calm and confident smile that was always splayed across the Moonlit Magician's face was replaced by lifelessness; the once glorious white costume was brimming with a worrisome red. However, what churned the inspector's stomach the most was the dead weight and the stillness of the thief's body.
How could this happen? How could he do this? They were rivals, weren't they? In the number of years Inspector Nakamori's been chasing after the thief, never did he witness the poker face drop. With that being said, he knew that he'd never get that vivid image off his mind – the vivid image of Kid's face as he stared at him in fear before tackling him to the ground.
Ginzo could still recall the shock and bewilderment he felt when that happened. He could never forget the horror that followed when he heard a rifle and felt Kid's body crumple against his chest.
"Kid…?"
For the first time in the number of years he's been chasing after him, Ginzo finally managed to look at the thief's face. His mind was still hazy but he was able to see that Kaito Kid was really just a young boy.
Then the features caught his eye, and his blood ran cold.
"Kaito…kun?" he whispered in mortification as he slowly removed the monocle and bloodied top hat. The limp head showed no resistance, and before he knew it, he was staring at the heartbreakingly serene face of Kaito Kuroba.
Suddenly, Ginzo felt like he was going to hurl in his shock.
"Dad?" His heart stopped. "Dad, it's me, Aoko!"
He clutched the transceiver tight in his shaking hands, trying very hard not to sob.
"Dad, Kid already got away. He had the police chasing another dummy. Let's find Kaito and go home. Don't worry! You'll catch that thief next time!"
Okay, so after I made this, I wanted to just jump into a sea of angry porcupines. And don't get the wrong idea. I love love LOOOOOVE Kaito Kid. He's my baby. Mine. If I make another fic about him, I'll make it happy! This plot has just been bugging me for a while. I enjoy the relationship between the Inspector and Kaito Kid. It's funny. And I kind of want Ginzo to find out his identity...dramatically. Something that will make him wonder if there's a deeper reason Kid's stealing and returning jewels.