Runs in the Family
Chapter nine
"Hanouka? Hey, Hanouka! What's wrong? No, please! Wake up! Help! HELP!"
The words died on his lips.
Shinichis eyes were fixed on him, gaze deep and warm, yet slightly stressed as he seemed to try to fruitlessly suppress his urge to turn around and analyse the situation.
"Yes, Kaito?"
Kaito saw the blue eyes flicker nervously towards the direction the scream came from.
The Yakuza knew how much the detective's curiosity urged him to go and investigate, he saw the fight in his partners azure eyes. The fight to suppress that urge and stay with Kaito to hear his words. Warmth enclosed his heart at the thought, and a gentle smile appeared on his face as he gave Shinichi's hands a reassuring squeeze.
"Go."
"But-"
"I see how much you want to. Go, I'll be fine. Catch the bad guy!", the criminal declared with a toothy grin and a wink.
Shinichi smiled right back at him, relief clearly showing. "Thanks."
And he stood up, hurrying towards the gathering crowd.
Kaito's eyes lingered on the detective's disappearing back.
This could wait.
He stood up and discretely blocked all possible escape routes. Nobody would be able to slip in or out without the magician's knowledge. Satisfied, he returned to their table and sat down.
When Shinichi returns, he'll say it.
Loud and clearly.
Finally.
Shinichi analysed the scene in with one glance and immediately took control.
He crouched down next to the deadly pale blonde woman that laid sprawled out on the floor, Hanouka most likely, according to the previous screams. Another lady with much longer blonde hair, probably the one that screamed for help, clutched her arm, eyes wide and wet with panicked tears.
He pressed his fingers to her pulse point at the throat of the woman on the floor.
And sighed.
Then he glanced up, his eyes shortly locking with Kaitos across the room. He saw realisation dawn in the others face as he read his expression, then he turned towards the people.
"She's dead.", he declared, and the other woman erupted in messy snobs and cries.
He looked around, piercing gaze scanning the crowd.
"You there! Call the police!"
But the waiter he addressed seemed pretty shocked and didn't immediately react.
"Now! She was poisoned!" That did the trick.
The man paled, and the detective feared for a second he'd faint, but luckily he stayed on his feet and hurried away.
Shinichi looked over to Kaito's and his table, but it was empty.
Strange, he wondered. Were could he possibly have gone?
Then, he felt a warm presence behind him, and only the secure and well known warm arms encircling his waist held him from shrieking aloud as hot breath caressed his ear.
"I closed all the doors and windows, don't worry. No one will escape, at least not without my knowledge.", Kaitos voice whispered.
Shinichi shuddered at the feeling of the soft lips brushing his ear shell and the hot breath caressing his throat.
The arms squeezed gently around his waist. "Get them, Shin-chan!"
The comforting warmth vanished as fast as it appeared and when Shinichi turned around to look at the table, the Yakuza sat there as if nothing had happened.
Yes, Shinichi could see now that Kaito was not an armature as far as it concerned magic. Sneaking up on him like that…
He couldn't suppress a smile, but hurriedly reminded himself of the current situation.
He couldn't be found on a home die scene smiling lika a lunatic, that just wouldn't do.
He concentrated once more on the guests of the restaurant that stood around him. He straightened his spine a little, shoulders and posture showing great confidence in himself as he announced to the crowd: "Please, everyone, calm down. Go back to your seats and stay there
It took an insisting glare to convince the people that he was an expert and yes, this was his job. Well, had been.
But they didn't need to know that.
Even so, he heard their whispers.
"Who's that?"
"...don't know..."
"… seems familiar, doesn't he?"
"You're right… perhaps some celebrity?"
"Wait, doesn't he look like that detective?"
"Kudou?"
"Yeah..."
Shinichi ignored them as good as he could and knelt down next to the blonde woman that was still sobbing while clutching the corpse's arm.
"Um..." he awkwardly extended a hand, but hesitated before he patted her shaking back.
"Hey… It's gonna be alri- I mean, It'll be okay. Just… give it... time?"
Oh gods, how he always hated that part. Even in his ears that sounded not convincing at all.
He wasn't made for this part of the job.
The woman suddenly moved and threw herself into his arms. He barely caught her and somehow managed to balance them both on his heels.
Oh dear. He had no idea what to do now… ehhh… think, Shinichi, think!
He patted her back awkwardly as she sobbed into his shirt, hot tears dampening his skin through the cloth.
"Shhhh..."
After some more minutes her sobs seemed to have calmed, or at least subdued a bit, he laid his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her away. Or he tried, as far as she would budge with her fingers clawed into his shirt.
"Hey." He tried to get her attention and shook her slightly. "Hey, madam!"
Finally, she looked up through tear glinting eyes and ruined make-up.
"Please, calm down, miss -"
"S-Shizuka. Shizuka Akenemi. I-" But before she could continue, several police cars stopped in front of the restaurant.
Shinichi saw Megure jumping out of one of them, closely followed by Takagi and Sato. They hurried towards the automatic glass sliding doors and ran straight into them.
Face first.
Shinichi blinked, stunned.
Then realisation dawned onto him and he glanced over to Kaito.
The Yakuza caught his glare and smirked, casually snapping his fingers. Immediately, Megures cursing filled the room and the detective realised that the doors must have opened... magically.
Shinichi had to suppress a snort of laughter. No, this was not the appropriate time to amuse one self. After all, there laid a dead woman on the floor.
And he was certain that the… magician was actually quite able to open the door in time, but chose, for whatever reasons, not to do so.
Shinichi saw the head inspectors eyes scan the room. He seemed a little confused at the view of the sitting guests, till his eyes landed on the still kneeing man.
He immediately came his way. "Shinichi!" The detective stood up, accepting the inspectors outstretched hand and shook it with a smile. "It has been a while!", the older man continued, obviously ecstatic to meet his god-grandson. "I'm glad to see that you're fine."
"Hello, Megure-keibu. How have you been?"
The older shrugged. "Well enough, my boy, well enough. Although we're buried in cases as of lately… and some are pretty tricky."
That sparked Shinichi's interest against his will. No. He wasn't part of the police any more. He had no reason to ask to look into those.
His thoughts apparently showed on his face.
"You know that you'll always be welcome, my boy, I – we all – know how much you loved your work. And, to be honest? You'd be a great help. Some of these cases are just... you know."
Megures gaze suddenly landed on the blonde laying on the ground.
He chuckled. "And I see, quitting the business didn't put an end to your Shinigami Powers, eh?"
The younger smiled and stepped out of the way as the forensics team approached.
He shortly explained that he assumed she was poisoned with potassium cyanide. He also named the pretty exact time he heard the screams.
Most members of the team had worked with him at least once and listened carefully to what he had to say.
They nodded in agreement and began their work.
Then Shinichi turned back to Megure. "You know very well I'm not authorized to have a look at them anymore. I resigned, remember?"
"Ah." Megure said with a smile that the young detective couldn't decipher. "But you never quit your position as our unofficial consulter that you had since High School." And the older winked meaningfully.
Shinichis face lit up when he caught on, his eyes shone bright with happiness. That alone made it worth for the old inspector. At that moment, two of the forensics team approached them. One was obviously a newbie, he seemed not to know how to handle the presence of a civilian at a crime scene. As he opened his mouth, looking unsure back and forth between the two men, the other one spoke to Shinichi, as if he was the head inspector on this case. And Megure obviously didn't mind.
"Kudou, we now know the victims identity."
The newbie blinked confused as his co-worker addressed the civilian.
"The other woman, Shizuka Akenemi, couldn't have possibly calmed down enough to talk already.", Shinichi said sceptically. "You got her papers?"
"Bingo", the forensics worker answered with a grin. "I see you didn't loose your touch, Kudou."
"Good to know that you expected me to do so, Akamura.", Shinichi teased with a straight face and mockingly raised eyebrows. It felt good to be back with these people, effortlessly falling back into the natural little banter between all of them.
Akamura just grinned and handed him a clear plastic back with a drivers licence.
"Hanouka Yukemi, thirty-three." The detective frowned. "Alright. I'll just take a look around, if you don't mind."
The Yakusa's eyes were practically glued on his boyfriend.
He thought it was hard not to. After all, the detective was obviously in his element!
Kaito admired how confidently he took control over the situation and cleared the scene of the crime from the gawking people.
He watched with interest as he saw Shinichi barking at the frozen in shock waiter to finally move and call the authorities.
As the blonde woman practically threw herself into his arms through, a heavy wave of jealousy ran through him.
How dare she touching what is his!?
Kaito, of course, knew how irrationally his emotions were and tried to calm himself while clutching the edge of the desk tightly.
But it was hard to remember why exactly he shouldn't rip her apart with his bare hands as Shinichi lifted his arms to soothingly pat her back and Kaito clutched the desk tighter till his knuckles went white and he was pretty sure he had left dents in the wood under the impeccable tablecloth where his fingers were.
His gaze snapped to his kneeling boyfriends face and he instantly calmed.
The beautiful azure eyes gleamed with compassion and… unease. It seemed his detective wasn't very comfortable with the woman's close proximity, either.
The Yakusa's fingers slowly let go of the poor, innocent table.
With a little smile and without loosing sight of his love, Kaito sighed.
Oh dear.
If anybody would ever discover how much of a weak point Shinichi was for him… how much the other male influenced Kaito…
It would be his death sentence.
He knew for some time now that his love to this young man could very well be his end.
And what concerned him the most wasn't how much power this beautiful man had over him and what would happen if he used it against him (not that Shinichi would ever do such a thing) or would be forced to do so, no, his only regret was that, if he went down, all the closest people around him would, too.
Mother. Aoko. Hattori. Haku-bastard. And perhaps even Koizumi. But he was pretty sure she'd somehow get out of it.
He hated, absolutely despised bringing people in danger, especially if it was for his selfish, egoistical reasons.
But for Shinichi?
For him he'd sacrifice so much…
And that scared him.
Right out terrified him, actually.
And he wasn't a man of many fears.
Koizumi had called his attention to that when they had just finished the interrogation after the Yakuza-meeting.
'Kuroba.' she had called and held him back.
'Are you sure it is wise to keep your little raven so close to your heart? Because if you will continue this, my dove, be aware that the power that he will posses over you may as well be your doom.'
'What are you talking about, Koizumi?', Kaito had asked, turning around to face her, features completely blank of emotion.
'You know what I am referring to, my dove.'
'I don't. And I won't let it happen again, Koizumi. You were there. You heard it. I swore it.'
'That may be true, my dear, but are you sure you'll be able to keep that vow? No, let me continue, please. You may be still unaware of it, but that little raven has power over you. Even if he wouldn't ever use it against you, according to you, can you imagine what would happen if you loose him?'
Kaito's look had gotten hard at that and he opened his mouth to disagree, only to be interrupted by the crimson haired woman again. He had closed his mouth as he saw her concerned and serious expression.
'Let me tell you this, Kuro – Kaito. I know it's far to late to cut your ties. But this man has accomplished what I never have. He has your heart. And having a Kurobas heart is... The only thing I want to say is that you have to watch over him. Not only for your sake, but for all of ours as well. Because… because, Kaito, we live in a dangerous world. You know that. The raven isn't save here. But he'll never be, whereever he is. It doesn't matter. Just… promise me it won't happen again when you loose him.'
When. Not if.
Kaito had just looked deep into her blood red eyes and answered: 'I'm not sure I can do that, Koizum – Akako. But I promise you that I'll do my best to prevent it from happening ever again. That's the best I can do.'
Akako had nodded at that. 'Hold on tight to that vow, my precious dove. Because, I also swore something. That if it ever happens again, I'd kill you.'
Kaito got pulled out of his thoughts as he heard the sirens of the police cars.
A tiny smile found its way on his features.
Akako was a good friend.
And she was trustworthy. Most of the time, anyways.
Then, only for the sake of lifting his detective's spirits, he accidentally didn't open the glass doors as the officers approached.
And from the look on his boyfriends face, he obviously succeeded.
He observed the scene as the corpulent inspector greeted Shinichi like a son and how the ex-detective obviously was respected by the whole team.
And he then witnessed when the show began.
Shinichis face became focused, more focused than he'd ever seen it.
The blue eyes shone clear and sharp like never before.
They had a nearly otherworldly gleam to them.
It gave Kaito pleasant shudders and goosebumps to see that expression.
Yes. He loved Shinichi.
And he'd say it after the case is wrapped up.
Loud and clear.
Even if it could be his end, according to Akako.
Oh, how he had missed this feeling… this clearness. He always felt it when he was confronted with a case.
Like his complete consciousness was focused on solving the case, like something… else awoke within him.
"Do we know how the poison entered her body?", Shinichi asked calmly.
One of the elder members of the forensics team shook his head in denial. "Not yet, Sir."
"But she ate it? And don't call me Sir. I'm younger than you."
"Alright, Si – Kudou. Yeah, she ate it. But there were no traces of cyanide on the snacks that stood on the table. We're checking the other dishes right now..."
"You can tell your team that they shouldn't waste their effort with that. Cyanide is extremely poisonous. She'd immediately die after consuming it."
"B-But it could have been frozen in ice..."
Shinichi admired the creativity of the man for a second. "But there were crumbs of the table snacks where she sat, right?"
"I-I..."
Shinichi smirked inwardly as his 'deduction-gaze' (according to Ran it was cold and sharp, and perhaps even worse than his 'you-are-the-murderer!' look) made the young man cower.
"And only one of the snacks is missing, right?"
"Y-Yeah?"
"So…?"
"W-Well, the other treats weren't poisoned, so only that one-"
"No, of course not! That'd be to coincidental."
Now one of the older members of the forensics team stepped forward. "So we can be sure it was murder?"
"Yes. After all, if something got coincidentally into the snacks, it would be in every piece. This restaurant is famous for its house made snacks, after all. And, quite frankly, I don't assume the cyanide was in the food. Actually, I'm quite sure she got it in some other way."
An officer jumped to action immediately and advised to inspect all the dishes and cutlery.
Shinichi sighed, his breath forming small white clouds in the cold air as Kaito and him walked through the streets after leaving the restaurant, holding hands.
And another murder solved.
And another so stupid, too… no, the method wasn't so bad, actually. But the reason.
Shizuka Akemi, the witness and girlfriend of Hanouka Youkemi, the victim, has an ex-fiancé, Keiji Takeshi. Apparently, at the day of the wedding of Mister Takeshi and Miss Akemi, the brides best friend Miss Youkemi confessed long term feelings for the would-be Miss Takeshi in the presumption that the feelings weren't returned by her female friend. Miss Youkemi apparently wanted to finally get it off her soul and out of her system. But the bride Miss Akemi harboured feelings for her and blew the wedding off.
So the groom planned to get rid of his 'should-be' wife's new girlfriend to get her back.
He put some Cyanide on the handle of Miss Youkemis teaspoon, that's how the poison got to her right thumb and forefinger. With those she took one of the snacks, that's how the poison got into her body.
Right now, Keiji Takeshi is a searched man.
Shinichi got pulled out of his thoughts as Kaitos hand tightened around his. "Hey, are you alright?"
The detective looked at the Yakuzas concerned face and gave him a reassuring little smile. "Yeah. It's just… this was so..."
"Stupid?"
"Yes. Stupid. To kill for such a reason… to kill for any reason."
The Yakuza only hummed. Then he suddenly changed the topic. "Hey, are you still hungry?"
"What? Eh… a little..." A slight blush appeared on Shinichis cheeks that had nothing to do with the cold.
"Awesome!" Kaito cheered and began to pull the other man towards a small 24-hour restaurant. "Not what I had in mind originally, but it'll do."
So they sat in a nearly empty cheap restaurant in their high end suits, eating greasy cheesy noodles accompanied by a bottle of cheap red wine. And they talked. About anything and nothing. Music, friends, memories, school. Kaito entertained his companion with stories full of mischief out of his school days. Yes, he actually attended a public school while his mother handled the family business mostly by herself. He graduated in Ekoda with an impressively high score, leaving behind a group of from relief crying teachers and a now much quieter (and safer) school. The young Yakuza seemingly had been quite the prankster in his school days.
Shinichi told him about the syndicate he brought down, about the cat and mouse game of him and the man in black and of when the lines blurred between who was the predator and who the prey.
They laughed and joked and just were themselves, ignoring the suspicious and sometimes horrified looks the young gum chewing girl at the bar gave them.
They somehow got to the topic how they learned to work with weapons and the like.
Both had apparently training since they were little, both taught by their fathers.
After hours of talking they paid the bill and left the shabby restaurant, laughing and holding hands, walking the short way home.
When they reached the gates of the Yakusa residence, laughing and with swinging entwined hands, they were greeted by two guards. Kaito smirked as they opened the gate, holding a finger to his lips to signal them to keep this to themselves. Aoko surely wouldn't approve… The two bulky men smiled and rolled their eyes in fond amusement, closed the doors behind them and continued their watch.
Shinichi giggled, he probably had a little too much of that cheap wine, and let himself be pulled into the house by Kaito.
He gasped surprised as the other suddenly pressed him into the wall next to the door, pressing against his body, faces only a breath apart. Their eyes were locked, and the ex-officer could read a silent question in them. So with a smile on his lips, he closed the gap and pressed their lips together.
He felt their bodies relaxing, and the Yakuza carefully nibbled at Shinichis bottom lip, slipping his tongue shoothingly over them, asking for entrance. And Shinichi gave it to him, he opened his mouth and welcomed the hot slippery tongue exploring his mouth, caressing the sensitive spot behind his upper front teeth that made the blue eyed man gasp. His hips jerked a little, making Kaito hiss in response and planting a wet hot trail of tingling bites and kisses down his jaw, his throat, to his collarbone.
Shinichi moaned softly, he lifted his (thankfully not shaking) hand to Kaitos wild hair, burying his fingers in the soft texture to have something to touch, to hold onto, while the other man continued to practically fry his brain and reduce his body into a mindless boneless blob of goo.
Oxygen didn't seem that important anymore.
Shinichi felt his pants tighten and began pressing his hips firmer to Kaitos leg, feeling the responding hardness of his partner. The Yakuza broke away, panting harshly as breathy moan of Shinichis name left his lips.
"Oh gods Shinichi" He buried his face in the detectives neck and breathed his sent in. "You feel so good..."
Shinichis hips jerked at that, rubbing his arousal more firmly against Kaitos toned body. "Ahh! Y-You too. Nrghh!"
The other hummed and they resumed to snogging each other senseless while rutting shamelessly against each other.
Kaito's hand wandered his body slowly, opening the buttons of the suit jacket and caressing his waist through the thin fabric of the crisp button down. The hand slid up further, over his ribs, till Kaito's thumb brushed his nipple.
A shocked gasp followed by a needy whine bubbled aut of Shinichi, and Kaito felt the others erection twitch in response to the touch.
"Sensetive, huh?" he chuckled softly before resuming their kissing. He flipped his thumb over the detective's chest again, the nail catching on de now peaked bud. He swallowed the cries of pleasure with his kisses as he continued to roll the nipple under the pad of his thumb.
Shinichi broke their kiss, panting harshly, face flushed deliciously. "Oh- oh, Kaito, urgh- haaa!"
Kaito felt his own cock twitch against Shinichi hip in response to the erotic sounds falling off the detectives kiss swollen lips.
Suddenly there was a loud bang and Kaito was pulled back forcefully by the collar of his shirt, out of Shinichis arms and away from that delicious mouth.
"Hey!", he cried out and heard his momentary confusion echoed in his detectives stunned "Huh?".
"Have you ANY IDEA how WORRIED I was!? First I was informed that seemingly half of the police headquarters appeared at the restaurant you, a Yakuza, dined at, then I have to hear that there was a murder, only to then be informed that you two disappeared in the chaos! And now, hours later, I find you two sucking each others souls out in the bloody hallway!? EXPLAIN." Aoko stood there, glaring and panting from her little speech.
"We… uh… well... Shinichi, help?" Kaitos panicked voice rose through the octaves fast.
Shinichi stared wide eyed at the woman standing behind the Yakuza, still holding him by his shirt, and gulped forcefully. Her face promised pain and her glare pinned him to the wall. He wasn't sure if he was lucky that the wall held him upright or he should feel cornered, though.
On the positive side, that glare killed his hard-on faster than a cold shower.
"Oh, um… well there was a murder I the restaurant, and we, I, uh, solved it?"
"Go. On."
"We, well, we left the restaurant after I solved it… and went to a small 24 hour restaurant..."
"For OVER FOUR HOURS!?"
That screech startled Shinichi quite a bit, and he blinked confused. Had it really been that long?
"Um, apparently…?"
His gaze met Kaitos.
"Uh… we're sorry?" They offered.
Aoko sighed.
"Alright. Fine. Kudou, go to bed. Bakaito, you'll come with me."
"But Aoko-" Kaito began pouting but shut his mouth as she interrupted harshly.
"With. Me. Now!"
Kaito shrank back. "Y-Yes Ma'm!"
She turned around and strode down the hallway.
Kaito threw a glance over his shoulder at the still frozen detective and mouthed 'later!' and winked. Shinichi blushed hard and smiled.
They both jumped as they heard Aoko shout: "And if I find one of you, any of you, Kaito, in another room than their own, I swear to god, I'll fucking nail them to the freaking headboard of their bed with rusty nails! Understood!?"
They nodded hastily, and with another apologetic look over his shoulder, Kaito followed his friend while murmuring something about 'cockblock'.
He left behind an emotionally shaken Shinichi, still leaning heavily against the wall.
What a scary woman...
Please like and comment!-AngelsBeastEdited 11. Feb 19
