Charred Vessels Tethered to Our Bows

Summary: "Your proverb," Conan shot him an annoyed look that dissolved just as quickly, "is annoying, Kaitou KID."


"You know, you can let your guard down. I won't attack you."

"So you admit there is a reason why I should be cautious."

Kaitou KID pouted at the elementary school student but it was effectively ignored. Conan was paying more attention to his phones. Frankly, he would love to get burner phones instead because bringing phones – being traceable and trackable – gives him the creeps but he has terribly important contacts from various people who may need to call him about urgent news and vice versa.

"If you're going to ignore me in favor of calling your dear Ran-san I will be very crossed, tantei-kun."

Conan shot him an inquisitive look. "Hey, do you bring your phone around?"

Unperturbed by the non-sequiter, Kaitou KID chirped his answer. "Nope! At least, not on my person. But I probably will once I move my heists outside of our beloved country, like Florida or Ohio or New England."

The detective blinked. "Why those countries specifically?" I better catch this stupid thief before he actually moves on to the world. God, he already has plans.

"Phones are not allowed to be searched upon arrest there I heard."

"You are worrying about being arrested later and not now?" Conan pointedly looked at the damage all over the building's rooftop from his attempts to catch the thief and the criminal's own endeavor to avoid him. Super-powered soccer balls not withstanding, Kid's card gun can break glasses and ceramics.

"For genius men like me, we can afford to count our chickens before they hatch."