"Jeez, what were you doing in there? Making a fresh cup of coffee?" I must have misjudged the wait time on the antidote Haibara had packed; I was already starting to sweat.
"Yes, I needed one too. Here's yours."
"Oh, so I get the warmed-up coffee." Even so, I took it, checking casually for any telltale chemical smells. He laughed.
"You must think I'm quite low if you think I would resort to that this late in the game."
"That's what this is for you?" My scowl darkened a few shades. "A hobby? You break the law so easily, yet so carefully. Everything is returned afterwards- if they ever caught you, you would be off with a song if you pleaded guilty."
"You think I don't deserve as much." There was no question in the statement. He knows me too well for that. The hundreds of ways to answer that question- this wasn't quite as straightforward as a murder case. With murder, someone is guilty, and that person is wrong. Always. In every case, that has been the truth, and will always be the truth. The one truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. That's one of the reasons why the Phantom Thief confuses me. In the back of my mind, something tells me that he's not really wrong. Not really. In all honesty, what has he done? Not a single theft in his repertoire goes unconsolidated, and all repaid by his hand with the same thing that he stole. But the rest of my mind sings to a different tune.
"I think you deserve every last thing that is coming to you, Kaitou Kid," I said softly. "No more or less would be fitting."
"Well put, meitantei." He clapped theatrically, and that unbearable grin was back.
I stifled a yelp as another spasm jerked down my spine, and told the thing in the back of my mind to shut its ugly face for ever defending this cocky bastard. I had to find an excuse to be alone, and fast- I really had no idea when the pill was going to take effect. Roughly... Four, five minutes, at most? If the speed at which the warning signs were coming was anything to go by, I'd estimate more around two. Not much time, anyway.
I clutched my stomach painfully.
"Nnnkkk..." Gagging, retching, staggering, whole nine yards. Cut down on the symptoms, she says! Kid looked more than a little bit worried after all that.
"Hey, you okay?"
A strange flash of deja-vû interrupted my soap opera, and I giddily remembered Kaito from the ferris wheel. Those two voices sounded awfully similar... No, no, that would have to wait until I wasn't about to spontaneously grow 10 years older. I panted something about feeling sick, and ran towards the bathroom. Here's where my knowledge of the house came in handy- I sprinted past the first door on the right, the one on the left, ah, there it was: the one that had an air conditioner vent thing in it. Of course, it was a good five feet up the wall, far too high for Edogawa Conan to reach.
But in less than a minute, I was no longer Edogawa Conan.