Hey guys I'm sorry this took so long. I've been super busy getting ready for college. It might take me a week or two to get the next chapter out, I don't know how much time I'll have once I move in so be patient. If I haven't updated in a couple weeks though, feel free to harass me because then I'm just being lazy.

So I know you all were looking forward to the nightmares, and all I can say is not yet. I don't know why he doesn't get them at Agasa's; I think it's probably because he felt safe with Conan whereas once he returns home and he's the only one there, the nightmares hit him hard. I know you're all looking forward to the comfort but I'm just trying to account for all his injuries right now and the psychological trauma. I promise the h/c scenes will be absolutely precious though~

I have another story for you about how I wrote this absolutely nasty torture drabble about Kaito. I was feeling bored and creative so I described all these terrible things I did to him before the scene and then I nailed him... Naked. To a board. So he couldn't move. Haha :'D I think I'm going to write the "Forced to Watch" drabble idea with Conan/Shinichi too. Torture is so much easier to write than noncon or psychological trauma though. There's things you can do that will break a character no matter who they are :3

Replies~

killuanatsume - I can't tell whether you're saying like always I did a good job or like always it's too short but thank you and I'm sorry. I'm not a fast writer friend - I edit as I write. I'm an even slower editer. I'm a fast typer and can crank out 5000 words in two and a half to three hours but for this to be somewhat quality... Also I have certain places I've broken up the outline for each chapter.

Anie6142 - Oh yes he's aware. The reason he wants to know what happened is he doesn't know the extent of it. He doesn't know about the bondage or the humiliation. He touches on this a bit in this chapter. No nightmares yet sorry :C Don't worry Kaito'll be seeking out Conan himself later on. Thank you! Uwu. I'll try to keep the chapters coming

kakashikrazy256 - No don't be sorry. It's an honor for my story to have your interest. Especially since I'm too internet shy to review your fics in return. Even though I greatly enjoy them - especially the sadistic ones ^^ Whoo~ *gets called friend back* I'm glad you liked it! Yeah I don't know I just went with whatever seemed to fit xD And they're trying so hard not to retraumatize him even though they don't know what happened. And not yet :C

Minervana1 - Thank you! That's okay, probably just means you're not a sick sadist like the rest of us :'D Uwu "wonderful" wow thank you. He will eventually but not right away. And he's still permanently traumatized =/ I don't know how much of this fic you'll be able to read but I'll try to tag as much as I'm aware of.


Warnings: None still I think

Disclaimer: I don't own Detective Conan or Magic Kaitou


Chapter 7

Dampened sunlight filtered through the blinds as dawn approached. "-chi," Conan heard as he stirred. "Shinichi." Louder, demanding. He cracked an eye open, gazing hazily around the room. Kaitou KID lay sprawled on the couch, motionless, half covered by a blanket; the dark splashes of crimson against the silver suit seemed eerie in the dim lighting. The detective's gut twisted in a knot. Right... KID. Nausea overwhelmed him, and he tilted his head back, holding a hand to his temple. "Shinichi!" he heard again. He blinked in surprise, rubbing both eyes as his vision refocused.

"What?" he murmured drowsily with a yawn. He looked up at Hakase absentmindedly, semi-conscious of the device in the professor's hand.

"It's Ran," Agasa explained. Conan slid his hand down his face, staring stupidly at the professor for a minute. Then he accepted the phone and muttered a tired hello.

"WHERE DID YOU GO LAST NIGHT?!" Ran's angry, parenting voice boomed through the speakers, and Conan instinctively held the phone away from his ear. He glanced nervously at the thief who somehow managed to stay asleep before swiftly moving to another room. "You run off at midnight to who knows where, and then I get a call an HOUR later from Agasa-Hakase that you're at his house?!" She paused with a huff, catching her breath.

"Ah! Ah! Ran-neechan," he protested with his childish whine.

"Don't you Ran-neechan me," she immediately scolded with a stern voice. "You're in big trouble. Now you get back here and get ready for school." School... shit he'd forgot.

"I...ah... I can't!" he argued. "I'm," - he coughed - "sick. I don't feel very good Ran-neechan," he whimpered. Ran wasn't having it.

"Don't even start with that. You were just sick last week!" Shoot. Conan mentally slapped himself for using that excuse. "Not to mention you ditched earlier this week, and if you think I'll let that happen again..." Conan scowled, lowering the phone so he didn't hear the rest of it. It'd been for a case! - albeit she didn't know that. Curse this child body, at this rate he'd have to... he wouldn't be able to...

"Did you hear me?!" Ran shouted, restoring Conan's attention to her. "If I don't see you here within ten minutes, I'm coming over there!" Kuso... KID didn't need that.

"Okay," he agreed grudgingly, hanging up the phone with an abrupt click.

"Kudo-kun," he heard. He glanced behind him, staring at Ai miserably. "I'll come with," she stated tersely.

"Haibara - no - you..." he started.

"No," she shook her head. "KID may know you, but he doesn't know me. If anything, I can keep you from worrying yourself to death." She smiled with amusement at the thought of Conan acting like a mother hen. He glowered at her for a moment, before sighing in resignation.

"Fine. Whatever," he hissed petulantly, snatching his bag and storming out the door. Ai frowned, looking at the stilled thief.

"Hakase," she murmured, staring up at the professor. "Make sure he goes to the clinic today. Also, if he wants to shower, let him. Give him some space, but don't let him take too long." Agasa frowned at her.

"You- you don't think he'll try something?" he questioned nervously. She chewed on her lip.

"I don't know..." she admitted. The thief harming himself or attempting to leave were both viable possibilities. "Just be careful," she concluded. "Try to get him to come back here afterwards, but don't force him." She knew this was one of the Kudo's main concerns: the thief fleeing. "Kudo-kun and I will be back later." She listened for the professor's agreement before exiting the establishment to catch up with Conan.


Tap, tap, tap. Conan grit his teeth, pressing the pencil harshly into the wooden desk as the teacher droned on about subtraction. Damn it! Damn it, damn it, damn it! He could hear the monotonous ticking of the clock, the scratching of the chalk against the blackboard, the sounds grating on his nerves. He balled his fists, mind flipping through the images. No, he needed to focus. The gash - that must have been caused by a sniper, and after KID stitched himself in the bathroom, he was grabbed and dragged into the closet. Breaking his wrist would immediately give his assaulter an advantage; the bullet wound was probably pressed in to keep him from resisting. And also... Conan shook his head, vividly remembering the reddened abraded skin on BOTH wrists. And also his wrists were bound and he was... The detective swallowed, shuddering at the dark marks dotting the thief's too pale skin. He was...

"Kudo-kun," he heard Haibara say. She gripped his wrist lightly, ceasing his frenzied motions that were chipping away the wooden desk. She stared into his eyes. "Calm down," she commanded. He gulped and sunk back in his chair, breathing out.

"Conan-kun?" he heard a girly, childish voice ask. "Are you okay?" Ayumi... He sighed.

"I'm fine," he responded. Which was true. KID was the one who wasn't anywhere near fine. He shot her a reassuring smile, only to receive a suspicious glance from Mitsuhiko.

"You don't seem fine," he commented. Conan glowered at him.

"Yeah, yeah!" Genta added. "You've been making this loud tap, tap noise with your pencil," he pointed out, mimicking the motion.

"I'm fine guys," he reassured. "I just didn't get enough sleep." He returned to his musings, ignoring Mitsuhiko's comment about amount of sleep and its relation to mood. The absurd amount of hickeys covering the thief's body suggests every inch of his skin was thoroughly molested while the soreness in his mouth and throat meant he'd been violently, orally violated. The thief's inability to move much suggested he'd been anally raped brutally enough to tear him. Even with this, the detective knew very little about how it was carried out. Was KID threatened? Was he tortured? What was the motive behind it? Conan grit his teeth. He'd intended to have Hakase pick him up, but Ran warned she wasn't letting him go to a heist again on a school night if he kept it up. Even if her anger was really worry for his unexplained disappearance, he couldn't feel guilty about that now. He should be with the thief dammit! And he should have looked for him sooner.

He slammed his fists onto the desk, startling everyone in the room. "Conan-kun?" the teacher sputtered in bewilderment. "What?"

"Sorry!" he quickly remedied. "I'm going to get a drink of water!" He hurriedly stepped out of the classroom, taking in a breath, clenching and unclenching his fists. Damn this! He kicked the wall, over and over again, venting all his pent up anger. "Stupid thief! Stupid, stupid, stupid!" He paused, rethinking. No that wasn't right. KID may act like it was all a game to him, but obviously something much larger was going on. The new question was what was so important, so worth it to put his life in danger, so valuable that someone would rape him for it. Who did this? His unanswered questions only fueled his uncontrolled frustration.

"Kudo-kun," he heard from behind him, turning around to see Haibara looking at him worriedly. "Come back to class. KID will be fine without us for now. Just calm down." The detective grit his teeth before letting out an exasperated sigh.

"Okay," he agreed gloomily, following her back into the aggravating classroom. KID will be fine, he tried to convince himself. He didn't believe it.


Kaito blinked blearily as he came to, whimpering instinctively as pain assaulted his senses. His jaw ached, his throat stung, his wrist pulsed. There was a dull, throbbing in between his legs that burned with the slightest movement. He rolled over, clutching a throw pillow as he surveyed his surroundings. Where was he? He vaguely remembered last night's events - being blindfolded, gagged, told he was owned, touched, forced to..., thrust in to... He sobbed softly, biting back the tears and gritting his teeth. He wouldn't let this get to him, wouldn't be seen as weak... He yelped as he pushed himself up, breathing heavily as he surveyed his surroundings.

Agasa heard the shrill sound, peeking into the room. "Ohh you're awake," he exclaimed. The thief nodded mechanically, meticulously analyzing his escape routes.

"Where's Tantei-kun?" he muttered, staring up at the professor with intent interest.

"He's at school," the elder tersely explained. KID looked at the floor with destitute.

"Ohh..." he murmured with obvious disappointment. He shook his head. It's not like it even mattered, he reminded himself. Tantei-kun was just a rival - a rival he'd made a fool out of himself in front of. He balled his fists. He felt so unclean. Filthy. He could feel his sweaty, damp clothes sticking to his skin. Still had the horrid, bitter taste in his mouth. He stood up with obvious difficulty, knees knocking together as his legs threatened to give out. "Where's the washroom?" He wanted it off him. All of it. Everything. He didn't even know what "it" meant, but the frantic desire to feel clean was there nonetheless. The professor moved to steady him, but he shoved the elder away, anger flashing in his blue-violet eyes. He looked down apologetically seconds later, his body still quivering.

"Sorry," Kaito murmured. "I'm fine. I can get there on my own. Just tell me where." Agasa nodded, indicating to the bathroom.

"I'll get you breakfast," he explained, disappearing into the kitchen. Kaito huffed, biting his lip to hold back a groan as he limped unsteadily forward. He slipped into the bathroom, swiftly closing the door behind him, and leaned against the door, panting heavily. The thief stumbled to the sink, gripping the edges of the porcelain. He could see the sanguine stains on his ivory suit and the shredded sleeves from when his coat was cut away. His hair was matted from sweat; his face was ashen; his eyes were bloodshot. He threw the ruined coat onto the floor, sobbing as he unbuttoned the blue dress shirt. His body was littered with dozens of hickeys and bite marks on his chest, his abdomen, his arms... He raised his fist as though he were to strike something before lowering it with shaky jerks to press against the cool glass, bowing his head. He stayed there for a moment, struggling to control his emotions. Then KID staggered into the shower, leaning against the wall for support as he cranked the knob to the highest setting, letting the scorching heat wash over him.

The searing water felt relieving on his sore body, despite the fact he could see his pasty skin turning red. He grasped the soap, scrubbing at the marks in desperation. He clawed at his body, welts forming over the tiny bruises but the reddish-purple splotches remained. He screamed in frustration, briefly answering the professor's concerned inquiry, before he fell down, sobbing hopelessly. He cried until he was shivering, freezing water flowing down his back and dripping off his still tangled hair, overwhelmed by despair.


Next chapter might be kind of filler-ish. We'll see. Please review!