I do not own Detective Conan :O
The sound of high pitch screams echoed though out the night's sky,
hundreds of people standing outside in the cold with posters. The
posters covered with multiple colors and photos of diamonds or some
type of gem. Other posters were covered in words and hearts for the
star who was performing tonight. Their screams only increased when
the star arrived, covered in white.
The man bowed for his fans, their cheers only increasing by his
actions. The man grin, his cape blowing in the wind while he removed
a hand from his pants pocket. His gloved hand held a green gem. He
inhaled deeply though his nose, but his speech was stopped before it
could begin. The gem dropping from his hand and falling toward the
streets below where the people looked like ants. The object that was
used to remove the gem from his hand flew straight into the building
across from him. The object flying back toward the phantom. The man
dress in white avoid the object, swaying to the side. He turned on
his feet to face the attacker, pulling out a gun from the inside of
his jacket. A sliver needle made contact with the weapon,
disappearing slowly.
"Not even an hello from my favorite detective, I'm hurt."
The thief tease, hearing the other male suck his teeth. The teen was
pulling at his tie while walking toward the other male.
"Why would I do something so ridiculous? But I do apologize,
how about I make it up to you." The male spoke, jogging toward
the thief. "How does a game of catch sound?"
"Sounds fantastic!" The thief grinned and stepped back,
dropping instantly. A belt wrapped around his waist and his glider
appeared on his back, as he nosedive toward the gem that was knock
out of his hand. His heart rate increased when he noticed the young
male who was falling faster then he was.
The raven haired teen face was solid like a rock, no emotion
passing though. He didn't know if he should had been impress by the
males poker face or be worried about the speed the male was dropping
at. Even though he was a dare devil himself, he knew when to pull
away and now was one of them times. He pulled back, flying off into
the nights sky.
He looked back at the teen who was closing in on the diamond. The
wind pressing against the teen face, causing his hair to blow wildly
along with his clothes. His glasses flying off of his face, allowing
the wind to slap against his eyes without any protection. His eyes
water up, tears making his vision blurry. He reach for the gem, the
green light shinning from it visible even though his surroundings was
not so clear. His fingers tip the gem before he wrapped his fingers
around it, pulling it into the palm of his hand.
He instantly lift his shirt up and pressed down on his belt, a
soccer ball forming. The size increasing quickly, just in time, it
pressed against the ground hard. The impact was strong enough to pop
the ball and send the male flying in a different direction. He hit
the ground hard and start to slide, causing his clothes to tear. If
he haven't used to belt then the impact would had killed him, lucky
he did.
The male just laid on the floor for a while, all the people who
had ran for cover still was in shock by his actions. They was too
shock to help him up or ask if he was okay. Finally a female with
reddish-blonde hair push though the crowd and to the males side.
"Baka, that was a stupid idea and reckless. Trying to catch
Kaitou Kid is not worth ending your life." She scolded him,
helping him to his feet.
"I wasn't trying to catch Kid." He spoke lowly while
holding the green gem in between them. "I was trying to catch
this, Ai-chan." The girl smiled slightly.
"Baka." She spoke while leading him to a yellow car.
"You know, Conan-kun, one day I wont be here to fix you up."
She smirked.
"I find that hard to believe, you been by my side all these
years, it would be odd if you suddenly diss me." She didn't
speak after hearing this, because she knew that much was true.
A vacant room slowly became filled with men and women, navigating
their way though the dark room to their seats. They chat lowly among
themselves about the performance that was be taking place in a few
moments, some of them complain about the price of the tickets. After
a few moments, spotlights shine on the stage, hitting the center. A
microphone stood in the center, being held up by a stand.
A woman stepped out slowly approaching the microphone. Her red
dress hugged her body tightly, showing off her curves. The dress
shine brightly, the small diamonds sparkle like stars in the nights
sky. Her brown hair stopped just below her shoulders, in the front
her bangs was press against her forehead. She looked slightly nervous
while she approach the microphone, staring at it with her blue eyes.
She grabbed the microphone with her gloved hands, the gray gloves
stopped at her elbows. The girl took a deep breath expending her
ribcage before singing into the microphone. Her voice echo throughout
the room, escaping from the speakers that was attached to the walls.
The crowd stared in astonishment, never before had they heard a voice
so beautiful and pure. Eventually cheers start to escape the crowd,
everybody enjoying the show. They clapped and stood on their feet,
but then a sharp sound cut though the room and everybody start to
rush toward the door.
The girl on stage was too shock to run, she heard gun fire and
couldn't do nothing but stare in shock. The people all ran toward the
door, knocking the children over and stepping on anybody who fell.
This resulted in many deaths, the bottom of their shoes covered in
blood, leaving footprints all over the floor. In a few moments the
room was empty and only the singer was left behind, staring at the
criminals who had done this. One of the criminals walked toward the
front of the stage, looking up at the female. He raise the gun and
smirked at the girls expression, his finger slowly press down against
the trigger. The woman screams of agony echo throughout the nights
sky.
Conan eyes shot open and he sat up in his bed, his define body
showing. His right arm was cover in bandages from the events that
took place earlier, he also had a bandage on the rights side of his
chest and one under his eye. The male was breathing hard, expending
his ribcage with each breath. Sweat was running down his face,
causing his raven black hair to stick to his forehead. His tight grip
on the sheets had actually tore them, his blue eyes was wide and
shaking slightly. He quickly force himself to calm down, returning to
his usual calm composure. "What do you want, Kid?" He
asked.
The thief dressed in white smiled at the male, he was leaning
against the end of the bed. His head resting in his folded arms. "You
know, their is a few fan girls who would pay to see what I am looking
at now." He smirked, looking at the sweaty boy. "Maybe I
should take a picture and sell them for a quick buck."
Conan rolled his eyes. "Then you would have to explain how
did you get them and I don't think the police take breaking and
entering lightly." He restore. "But I do have to ask, was
you watching me sleep, Pedophile-San?"
Kid only smirked. "No." He answered, looking into the
males eyes. "I was worried about you, so I came to check up on
you."
"I don't need some thief making sure I'm alright!" He
snapped. "I can handle myself, plus when did it become a thief's
job to protect someone?"
"I'm a different thief, plus I return what isn't mine."
He snap his fingers, pink smoke appearing before a pair of glasses
became visible. He placed them on the bed beside the males feet.
Conan looked at them and sighed. "Thank you for returning
them, I forgot about them."
"No problem, but they don't seem to be the only thing you
been forgetting." The thief spoke, his arms returning to their
folded position.
"What do you mean exactly?"
"Your forgetting to use your brain during my heists, that
wasn't smart what you did earlier." The thief stared at the
male. "Jumping from that building without anything that could
protect you, that was stupid and you could had died. That belt is the
only reason your alive and that didn't even stop you from getting
injury. I'm sure staying in that position is killing you right now."
He was right, Conan arms was getting tired of holding his body up.
His muscles burned and screamed for him to lay down, but he refused
to prove Kid's point. "What are you getting at?"
"Your too reckless." Kid spoke. "Please be more
careful or you'll get hurt."
"Can't give any promises." Conan answered and Kid
sighed, standing up and walking toward the window he used to enter
the room.
"Also, I have to ask, what was you dreaming about?" He
asked, his foot on the window sill.
"Nothing to worry about, just a nightmare."
TBC please review and tell me what you think.