A/N: I have a lot of ideas but I'm still super conscious about one fic so I'll update this one instead. Let's hope for more story ideas, lol. I feed birds regularly outside and I keep hearing freaking pidgeons outside, and it reminds me that dove and pidgeon are the exact same word-hato. It's like this story hanging over me, regularly encouraging me to update or else. Unfortunately, my hands are fine, but not my elbows. Cubital Tunnel is a bitch. It's carpal but in your elbows. If you've ever broken your elbow, then the numbness and tingling rn is what you would know. It's more debilitating, tbh. I found that by putting the splints on, I can accomplish anything!
Also please read and review, I love hearing from all of the DC fans! You are all such great people and I am so pleased to have written for you for so long. Until then, please accept this shortass, woefully short chapter. Don't want to have my arms kill me by the time I leave. I swear I will update with more than a thousand words next time! Have some Kaito to compensate for lack of SI!Shin and cute lil Haise.
""There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature."
― Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey
Chapter 12 The Dove flies back
Kaito Kuroba-or, better known to the public at large as Kaitou KID, was baffled and intrigued at the same time. Yes, this had to do with the fact that he had encountered Kudo Shinichi nearly a month ago and nearly been bested, and his pride was still healing from that, however, there was something else concerning the boy that he was curious about. How was it that Kudo was so damned perceptive about him? He knew the papers praised his intellect in almost every case he solved, but even so, it still seemed farfetched, if not absurd, that Kudo could be so damned on par with everything he guessed about him.
He knew better than to believe in things like psychic powers, but with a crazy witch living near him, that kind of made the paranormal seem all too real-especially the claim that Kudo had made about the child with him being the real Hattori Heiji-which he had found absurd, until he had gone home and researched Hattori-only to discover that he was, in fact, missing. What other explanation could there be besides what the two were saying? They didn't seem to be lying, and Kaito was a master at reading body language.
Still, though, just what was the chance that something like that could actually physically happen to a person? It seemed crazy-so if Kudo was crazy, then so was he.
He chose to believe it, based on the fact that Kudo seemed like an honest person who would never lie, and also that for some reason, the detective didn't seem to like him.
He'd thought at first it was because of being angry about not being the one to catch KID, but upon second thought, it seemed more like Kudo was chasing him just to irritate him. On second thought, he was being paranoid. It wasn't like Kudo could send fish to him in a can. The thought made his insides crawl. Okay, those scary thoughts were going back in the ocean, far far away, where they belonged.
In any case, since he had posed as Hattori for the kid, he figured he would send the detective a little message, a little proof that he was still there, but perhaps a bit of a hint to try to not just break the mystery that was Hattori Heiji (or as he went by, Haise Sasaki-a freaking manga name, really? Kudo had terrible taste in fake names. Knowing him, he might have gone with some freaking detective novel name), but to also break the mystery that was Kudo Shinichi as well. The detective definitely knew more about this than what he was letting on and Kaito was not about to let him go so easily without answers.
He tied his letter to one of the snow white doves waiting by the window and stroked its head lovingly. "It's okay, you'll be back here before you know it. Just take this to this address, okay?"
The white dove looked at him, cooed and flew off, into the cool night air.
Kaito watched it leave before turning back to his phone. "Perhaps Jiisan can dig up some information for me on both of them, plus this organization they talk about."
It also appeared that the detective might have been peeved by him kissing his little girlfriend, if so, then that was a win for the thief, loss for the detective. It didn't help that the other girl looked exactly like...Ao-no he didn't like her!
In any case, soon enough the message would be delivered. Kudo would read it and maybe then some of the mystery would be solved.
"Let's be fair, the most interesting person here isn't Hattori, it's you, Kudo." He muttered to himself.
Not just intelligent for his age, but just a bit too precocious. What kind of parents raised such a perpetually serious child, anyway? It seemed pretty strange.
He thought back to his own mother and sighed. Perhaps Kudo was just trying to be the serious one in the family. From what he'd read of their relationship, the parents were unusual and quite well-known.
Apparently, his father had been the one to encounter his father and coin the name "KID" from 1412. That was quite interesting information and Kaito intended to store it in his brain for future use whenever he could.
Also, could Kudo at least crack a smile next time? The smirk he gave every time was irritating him even more than Saguru.
And the little kid was fun to mess with. Perhaps he could sneak a visit over the next time he was around.
"I can't wait for our next meeting." He whispered before going to visit Dad's room for more potential information on Kudo's family.
