AN: I wrote this one at 1 AM in the emergency ward of a hospital, which might contribute to the mood in this piece. This is just a little warm up writing excercise since I haven't wrote a ficlet in at least two years. Any recent updates were just stuff I never posted from the past. This alone is new.
I actually have further ideas regarding this piece, but it works well as a stand alone and I'll leave it as that until the day I feel like taking up a large writing project again.
Death Comes to Us All
#48- Darkness
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1 A.M. Kaito should be asleep already, but he was still too elevated by the night's heist to close his eyes. It was a very successful pull despite how the Ra's Eyes were not the stones he was searching for. Nonetheless, they were a magnificent pair of topaz to behold. Weighing 50-carats each, he still remembered the feel of their cool weight sitting like a pair of golden golf balls in his gloved palm. He almost felt a sense of loss when he left them behind in Nakamori-keibu's car to hang like a pair of crystalline dice on the mirror.
Reruns of his heist should still be running on various news channels for the wayward few who missed his show. He wanted to turn on the television and watch himself again too, but it was late. Or early, if he considered it was already the next day.
With a sigh, he threw his arms up behind his head and turned onto his back. The empty ceiling above his head stared back at him, its monotone gray broken only by the chill blue moonbeams filtered through the window.
Sometime after 1:30 the adrenaline rush finally dissipated enough for him to begin drifting.
The bomb took his home at 2:05 A.M.
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There was no doubt to the police that Kuroba Kaito and Kuroba Tokio were dead. Two bodies were found in the Kuroba household, charred to a crisp so neither were recognizable. Nothing out of the house remained either. As specialists shifted through the rubble, they discovered what may have been a hidden workroom, but that too was grazed to the ground by the intense flames. Whatever gadgets it housed within, they were no longer identifiable.
The police couldn't figure out why it happened, or what enemies the Kuroba home could have incurred the wrath of to warrant such a violent end. Field experts reported that the incident was planned and deliberate. The bomb was the work of professionals, it said in the reports, built with top grade plastic explosives found in Japan's blackest of markets.
Speculations of the media hopped from yakuza to jealous rivals of Kuroba Touichi, but the newspapers which reported that theory offered no explaination as to why a rival would be jealous of a magician dead for nearly a decade. Revenge was also ruled out by the police since neither of the remaining Kurobas could possibly have any enemies. In the end, they only labeled it as a bombing gone wrong.
Which suited the ones responsible fine. Rest in pieces, Kaitou Kid.
