2. And I Will Bleed For You: Part 2.
Notes: Okay, I think I have the schedule figured out. One chapter of this every two days and small one-shots (hint hint) scattered in between. Four chapters down, twenty to go...
Summary: Shinichi is worried, beyond worried in fact. He's regularly in and out of the hospital, but not because there's anything wrong with him, but because there's something wrong with his soulmate. Bullet wounds, knife wounds, even burn scars. Inexplicably he wakes up with paralyzing pain shooting up his spine and shadows of serious wounds marring the otherwise flawless skin and he knows, knows that somewhere, his soulmate is getting hurt. Shinichi is less than pleased.
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I hate this.
My lungs are burning, I can't see past the sweat and the damned KID Is trying to drop me in a puddle of maple syrup. I should have stayed home.
Shinichi scowled as he dodged another flying card, barely avoiding getting his hair chopped off by the sharp edges of the queen of clubs that could somehow bury itself into concrete despite being made out of ink and paper. He had been about to stay at home and read a book - A Study In Scarlet had sounded so tempting - but Sonoko of all people had showed up at his door with Ran in tow and dragged him off to her uncle's museum while spouting some nonsense about how KID-sama had sent another advanced notice to Jirokichi-ojisama and Kudo-kun, you have to catch KID-sama so that I can be the first one to see his beauuuuutiful and handsome visage and well, Shinichi hadn't really been able to resist the shorter girl's hurricane like personality. Dazed and confused, he thus found himself standing by the display case for 'The Scarlet Scarab' with Nakamori-keibu spewing out orders left and right like a volcano erupting - quite an apt description actually - and the task force officers like pitiful minions scurrying around to fulfill their master's bidding.
Shinichi had shot dark glares at anyone who dared approach him - "Damn it, leave me alone! I didn't even want to be here!" - and was massaging his temples more and more as the time of the heist drew closer. He had just fully recovered after a particularly terrible bout with the flu and wasn't even supposed to be running around. But since when did anyone around him care about the rules anyway?
When KID had appeared, he had immediately incapacitated basically near all of the task force officers around with an admittedly clever use of ropes and sturdy wooden poles - wow, was Yamada-san actually balancing on the short pole three meters in the air? Impressive. - before quickly picking the lock to the glass display case (personally, a vindictive part of Shinichi felt the museum owners deserved getting the garnet stolen, if they knew KID was coming for it, surely they could have invested in sturdier security systems.) and snagging the large garnet shaped roughly like a scarab. Immediately taking off for the roof, Shinichi felt compelled by his own sense of righteousness to follow, which led to where he was now, tired, pissed off and more than murderous.
KID was standing on the banister, cape flapping like giant white wings when Shinichi reached the roof, chest heaving and copious amounts of sweat dripping down his forehead. Looking at the concealed face lit up by the moonlight, it gave Shinichi the feeling of melancholy, disappointment and sorrow, unusual - very unusual in fact - for the cheerful thief. From the corner of his eye, Shinichi saw a glint off a scope and turned to stare, squinting into the darkness while faintly registering KID talking to him.
It was a rifle.
A loud crack resounded, fire sparking from the barrel of the rifle as a bullet was launched at high speeds, whistling slightly from the high velocity and finally burying itself…
...into KID's thigh.
Fire exploded in Shinichi's leg as both he and KID crumpled to the floor, a sharp intake of air coming from the latter and he struggled to his feet, sent a wide-eyed look at Shinichi and leapt off the roof, glider snapping open amidst pained gasps. Shinichi stared, shocked and disbelieving, watching KID flying unsteadily from the pain. Biting his lip, Shinichi deliberated before doing as he always did, grabbed the ball of pain and suffering and pulled it from KID's body - was KID really his soulmate? He didn't really want to confirm. Maybe it's just a coincidence. - into his own and watched with blurred vision as the white spot in the night sky steadied itself, KID evidently feeling no more pain from the bullet wound, courtesy of Shinichi.
KID was his soulmate…? Well that explains the amount of injuries…
Chuckling in the sheer ridiculousness of it all - the soulmate of a detective was a thief, Ha ha. - and also trembling in pain because ow, gunshots hurt like hell, Shinichi staggered to his feet as the door to the roof burst open, officers swarming onto the roof top and Shinichi.
This was going to be interesting.
