Previet, previet, previet! Taaam SG-chaaaan! *spotlight and confetti* Okay, switching from Russian now ^^ I hope I was able to lure enough people in with my prologue. Oh, and a big thank you goes out to AEC1990, for pointing out some things that needed to be fixed. I have now fixed the things you found confusing, and you have not only my thanks, but cookies too! *tosses you chocolate chip cookies* Chocolate makes everything better! ^-^

Anywho, hope everyone likes, and don't forget that this is a new genre for SG-chan, plus she's writing in a bit of a new style, too. Remember, bold text is emphasized words, and italics are thoughts, or, in some cases, flashbacks. Beware of OOCness, because it will happen. A lot. Also pervertedness and murder.

Enjoy this chapter!


As the lights came back on, the reason for the screaming became clear.

Blood. There was blood.

Everywhere.

A few people with weaker stomachs looked green.

Saguru himself took a step back at the permeating scent of copper and iron tang in the air, but stopped when he felt something 'squish' beneath his foot. The British detective would later recall it was like watching a train wreck, as he looked down to see a severed arm squashed beneath his shoe.

Oh, God, he thought faintly before his stomach attempted to expel its contents.

The screams had died down by this time, and Saguru noticed that its source seemed to be near him.

He looked over to his right to see Mouri Kogoro kneeling while attempting to calm down the Edogawa boy, whose eyes, behind those ridiculously large glasses, were wide and glassy, an almost frantic look in them (almost like corpse eyes, he absently noted).

"What's wrong?" Saguru asked as he walked over, lightly laying a hand on the boy's shoulder in what he hoped was a comforting motion.

"Don't touch me!"

Edogawa lashed out at the British detective, arms flailing.

Saguru retreated back a safe distance and looked down at his suddenly wet palm, which was smeared with red. He suddenly realized the boy's jacket (no, the boy himself) had been drenched entirely in blood, and this was perhaps the reason for the earlier screams.

This was the last straw for Saguru as he hurried off to find a bathroom.

Division One was quickly called to the scene, much to the relief of those in Division Two with softer stomachs.

Satou Miwako and Takagi Wataru were extremely surprised to be handed a rather rattled Edogawa Conan to look after.

"Conan-kun?" Miwako asked softly, her eyes widening in surprise as he flinched violently when she attempted to lay a hand on his arm.

"Don't… just leave us alone," the child murmured, eyes shut tightly. "Please, just leave us alone," Conan implored.

"Conan-kun, who's 'us'?" Wataru asked. "Do you mean your friends?"

"The other police officers?" Satou added. "Who?"

Water? He wondered before hearing a scream. Warm liquid – copperirontang, there was so much, and Ran was screaming – splashed everywhere, and as they came out of the tunnel, there were more screams and the people – Who? Who? Who could have done this? Why are people so cruel to one another? – Tears and blood and it was all too much, far far too much –

"STOP IT!" he shrieked, anger first and foremost as deep blue eyes that had seen more than they should have snapped open, glaring. He shrugged off Satou's hand that had settled on his left forearm, his change in demeanor preventing the reflexive reaction of before. "It's bad enough with all this blood, but none of you know how to help Conan, so stop trying! You're just making it worse for him!"

Miwako and Wataru exchanged extremely worried glances. There was something very wrong here…


Kuroba Kaito nearly choked when he saw the headline: Heist Turns to Horror Film.

What. The. Hell.

When Aoko called him at two in the morning ranting about how KID was a lowlife he'd just tuned her out because hello he'd been sleeping after practicing some new, rather vigorous, tricks in the Kaitou Cave (which was a totally cool name for it no matter what Jii said) and was totally bushed.

It was only when she had started saying something about blood and arms that he took notice, her choked voice penetrating the fog of sleep that still clung to him. Her dad had just come home, jaw set in a grim way, when Aoko had been up getting a drink of water and came across the preliminary report he'd started that had been left on the table while he was changing out of his work clothes.

Kaito gritted his teeth as he glared at the newspaper, knuckles white from where he gripped it because how had any of this been allowed to print, seriously, and so soon too?

The magician was still reeling from shock when Hakuba entered the classroom. Noting the way his suspicious classmate looked rather pale, dexterous fingers clutching the newspaper in an unusual manner, the British detective narrowed his eyes before storming over.

"Kuroba."

The dark-haired teen turned, inwardly panicking at the sight of one of his most persistent critics. "Hakuba." Oh no, my voice did not just waver! Poker Face, Poker Face!

"Could I please… talk with you?" Hakuba asked softly, now intruding on the magician's personal space in such a way that many of their female classmates who were fangirls of the yaoi persuasion were now drooling, cell phone cameras held at the ready should an opportune situation present itself.

"You already are," Kaito snarked.

"Alone," the Brit growled, gripping the other's arm tightly. One of the more excitable fangirls passed out, blood pooling on the floor as it dripped from her nose.

"Okay, okay," the brunette agreed, slightly wincing. Geez, did Hakuba ever have a grip!

"What the hell are you playing at?" Saguru hissed, pushing Kuroba against the wall of the stairwell that connected the teachers' lounge to the second floor classrooms.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Kuroba squirmed out of his classmate's grasp. "Look, I know you think I'm KID, but you've got to believe me when I say that I had nothing to do with this!"

Pleading indigo met seething amber as each teen attempted to convey his thoughts through his eyes.

"Hakuba. We've been classmates for over a year now; you've watched me almost obsessively during that time – Don't give me that look, you know it's true!" Saguru scowled at his companion. "Use that logic-glutted mind of yours and think – Would the Kuroba Kaito you know do something like chop up a person so that they're unidentifiable and then use their blood to shower on people?" The magician's voice descended into a harsh whisper by the end of his sentence.

Saguru gave him a long, searching look. "No," he said at last. "He wouldn't." A suspicious gleam entered his eyes. "Just how do you know that, about the body?"

Kaito sighed. "Aoko. Her idiot of a father left his preliminary report out where she could find it – she called me up at about two in the morning to rant about KID, and what a low-life criminal he is." He wiped an imaginary tear away melodramatically. "And me being his biggest fan, too!" Hakuba rolled his eyes.

The British teen then leaned back against the wall, eyes closed in thought. After a moment, his eyes opened, and he stood straight, a determination in his eyes that made Kaito wary.

"Truce," Saguru said. "You help me on this case, and I won't try to catch you during this same duration of time."

He ignored Kuroba's vehement protesting as he continued.

"I'm sure you don't want your reputation tarnished, seeing as how KID is a thief who always returns what he steals, and not a killer. You may not know this," the blonde added as he turned towards the stairwell door, "but Edogawa Conan was there that night." Saguru smirked internally as he noticed his companion tensing. "He was drenched, Kuroba. Most of that blood? It was poured on him."

Hakuba opened the door leading out of the stairwell. "I trust you'll think this over."

"Well, well, tantei-san, you're in quite the predicament."

Saguru turned and spotted his classmate, Koizumi Akako, leaning against the wall, elegant fingers splayed on her thin arms, which were crossed lightly against her chest. Sometimes he wondered what it would be like to take those supple-looking breasts and cup them in his-

Saguru shook his head, trying to clear his mind. Why, why did he always succumb to these desires around her?

"You're quite strong."

He started at how close they were now, mere inches apart.

"I've never had someone fight quite so strongly against me before, aside from Kuroba-kun." The redhead leaned in, taking the young man's chin between her fingers and turning his face to the side. "So that's why," Akako murmured, her eyes wide. Her left hand rose, nearly in slow motion, to cup his other cheek-

"Koizumi, hands off."

Hakuba turned quickly, nearly giving himself whiplash. Kuroba had come out of the stairwell and was glowering at Koizumi, his indigo depths burning fiercely with an emotion he didn't dare name.

"What, tired of trying to kill me so you decided to go after more interesting prey?" The magician's tone was bitter and jeering, nothing at all like his normal jovial mood.

"Nothing so shallow and petty as that, Kuroba-kun," Akako purred, sashaying up to him, leaving Hakuba to merely stare after her, as those creamy legs tempted him, barely in sight between the hem of her skirt and her socks, yet-

The British detective pinched the bridge of his nose. Concentrate, Saguru!

"I told you to stop." Kuroba was now softly arguing with Koizumi.

"You can't change nature, kaitou-san." The last was practically sneered at him. "It's not unwilling if both sides are attracted."

"But how-"

"And no, it isn't." She cut off his question before it could even be finished.

"How do I know I can believe you?"

"Would an oath in my blood be believable enough?"

Kuroba looked taken aback a moment, and not the least bit ill (much to Saguru's envy), looking between his critic and the witch before saying, "I'll be watching," to Koizumi, then started to head back to the classroom just as the warning bell for class rang.


Chapter Translation: Blood and Suspicions

Bwa ha ha, I has Kaito in here now! ^.^ And some AkaSagu action! x3 Yes, that will be one of the pairings, and probably one of the only het ones. This story is going to be a mix between action/adventure, horror, romance, and supernatural, I suppose. Though the only supernaturalness will be Akako. Hooray for plot twists and mysteries!

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Edit (10/14/15): Selene Moon on AO3 pointed out a continuity error in Kaito reacting in surprise upon reading the newspaper but then dispalying foreknowledge of it when talking to Hakuba about Aoko calling him at two in the morning. This continuity error has been reworked, so if you've read this chapter before and notice it's different now, that's why.