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Neko no Triad

Chapter Eleven

Hakuba stood his ground and focused narrowed eyes on the incorrigible thief. This was it. He would either catch the thief or discover what Russell really was. The detective tensed and clenched a fist.

Failure was not an option.

The half-Brit quickly darted around towards the jewel, Russell smoothing following suit and latching onto Hakuba's shoulder. Several plumes of smoke and a few startled yells indicated that most of the task force had been either knocked out of action or at least slowed by the means of one of Kaitou KID's irritating traps.

Hakuba snorted slightly. Inspector Nakamori really was incompetent; hadn't the man learned something from the heists yet? If he had, the least he could do would be to direct the task force enough to keep them from being taken out so early.

The blond detective skidded to a stop when KID snatched the Moonlight's Angel and disappeared in puff of smoke, an arrogant smirk and his mocking voice commenting on Nakamori-keibu's repeated failure to capture him.

The obvious reaction from Inspector Nakamori was a sudden storm of cursing and a bout of stomping – he was basically throwing a five-year old tantrum.

An irritated meow shook Hakuba from his fascinated staring at the grown man's colorful vocabulary and out of place tantrum. He swung his head around and was met with Russell's monotonous stare.

The cat glared at him with a deadpan look that seemed to ask just when exactly he planned to start chasing the thief.

A set of simple of basic brain functions scrambled to arrange themselves, directing his dumbfounded state of mind.

Thief. Escaped. Catch.

Right.

Hakuba quickly complied and began dashing towards the roof.

Russell sighed and blandly observed the madly scrambling detective. Was this really necessary?

The not-kitten calmly leaped down from his perch on Hakuba's shoulder and quietly padded towards the roof as the panicked half-Brit almost literally threw the door open.

As the detective panted and surveyed the roof, searching for a certain white top-hat and cape, Russell gently pawed at a screen disguised to look like the wall.

The cloth rippled and was dramatically pulled away by the thief hiding behind it, disappearing as Kaitou KID stepped forward with a confident smirk.

"Kaitou KID!"

Hakuba's surprised shout made Russell wince slightly from the volume. The kitten flatly looked at the half-Brit with a deadpan stare.

Just state the obvious, why don't you?

Russell's snarky sarcasm was left unnoticed as Hakuba faced the internationally wanted thief with a determined stare. A finger shot up and focused on the the smug thief's monocle adorned face.

"YOU!" Hakuba shouted theatrically, leveling his finger in line with KID's smirk. With a flourish, the half-Brit began spouting out his usual rants of how he would catch KID and put him behind bars.

"–and I'll finally bring you to justi–"

"You know, it's rude to point, tantei-san." Kaitou KID interrupted Hakuba's rant with monotonous statement and a pointed stare. Hakuba spluttered angrily in response.

Meanwhile, Russell padded across the roof towards the door, the Moonlight's Angel in hand– er... mouth. The kitten paused for moment, looking uninterestedly at the two squabbling teens before continuing on his merry way towards the exit.

Hakuba's face was a purplish shade of red and, quite frankly, looked like he was about to blow a vein. As he prepared to lunge at the thief, KID suddenly interrupted with a crucial fact that had gone unnoticed.

"Hey! The Moonlight's Angel is gone!" KID turned to glare at Hakuba accusingly. "Where's that cat of yours?"

The half-Brit froze and felt the sudden urge to bang his head against the brick wall. He had completely forgotten his plan. Stupid force of habit.

Both the detective and thief slowly turned to face the stairwell.

Crap.

The cat bounced down the steps jubilantly, clutching the jewel tightly. Russell happily leaped off of the last step and pranced into one of the rooms of the building, passing under a direct beam of moonlight entering though a window.

The Moonlight's Angel glowed faintly.

Russell noticed a slight tingling sensation that quickly spread from his head down to his tail. It wasn't an uncomfortable feeling – in fact, it was slightly warm and reassuring. Immediately after, the warm prickly feeling suddenly began to grow stronger until he felt like he was being burned and pricked with needles all over. But strangely enough, it wasn't painful.

He squeaked, surprised when he suddenly lifted off of the ground and began glowing like some oversized version of Tinkerbell. This was definitely not normal!

Slightly put off, Russell scowled mentally. Of course the freaky, not-logical things had to happen to him. As the kitten became an unidentifiable mass of light that lengthened and morphed, his last thoughts were that he was going to make Hakuba's life hell after this was over.

Especially since it was the half-Brit's fault that he was even here in the first place.

Kaitou KID huffed and glared at the detective across from him. How dare tantei-san's cat steal something from him! He was the Kaitou KID dammit!

The thief scowled and eyed the half-Brit thoughtfully, a mischievous grin stretching across his face. As Hakuba barreled towards the door and peered down the stairwell, KID strode behind the earnest detective and plainly punted Hakuba down the steps.

The thief observed the falling, cursing detective and allowed a vindictive smile to surface. He had always wanted to do that! Seriously, the half-Brit was too stuck up and prissy for his own good. Plus, he deserved it. In a way, he was indirectly responsible for the theft of the jewel from the white-clad thief.

KID smirked and effectively descended the steps, reveling in Hakuba's pained screeching and heartfelt swearing.

Now where was that cat?

Hakuba screamed and tumbled down the steps, colliding face first with the floor. Muffled cursing drifted up the stairwell and reached a smug KID's ears. The detective slowly lifted his face out of the carpet and spat out some fuzz. He turned a murderous glare on the blasted thief and reached for something to throw at the smug thief's face.

KID squawked and promptly ducked under the swarm of random debris, wide-eyed and slightly disturbed. Was that a sink?

Below, an infuriated Hakuba flung whatever items were within reach with deadly accuracy at the frantically dodging thief. Red faced, the half-Brit detective colorfully swore and blindly grasped out for ammo, not caring that he was displacing various furniture and plumbing devices – which were museum property in general.

Completely blinded with rage, Hakuba failed to notice the one little wrench that had been thrown into his plans.

One moment, Hakuba was grasping at a nearby desk lamp in preparation to throw it across the room at KID's head.

Next thing he knew, a rather disoriented clone of Kaito (because KID just had to be Kaito, all the (lack) of evidence pointed at it!) stumbled out and collided with the floor, having blundered over the various objects strewn across the room by the means of Hakuba's temper.

"...?"

KID made use of this distraction to escape in a puff of smoke. Never mind that he was also shocked too, but still...

It would be unseemly for the elusive Kaitou KID to be fazed by something as mundane as this. Well, that and if he had reacted, Hakuba would have more reason to pin the identity of KID of one Kaito Kuroba.

And he really didn't need anymore drama in his life.

Really.

A/N

Sorry for the late update; I apologize. Exams were a pain and I also work, so I've had considerably less time to write. Also, if you would like to contribute to the story, please feel free to. I'm running out of ideas...

To make up for the late update, please enjoy this little extra.

Omake:

The two doppelgangers stared at each other for a few minutes, unbelieving, the silence stretching out between them.

Kaito broke out into a wide grin.

"You look exactly like me! Well, besides the hair, but still!"

Kaito energetically wrapped an arm around Shinichi and happily rambled about his newly found twin and all the lovely chaos they could cause together.

Shinchi winced and blandly glanced at the arm thrown around his shoulders. He tentatively plucked Kaito's arm off of his shoulders with two fingers and then leaned as far away as he could from Kaito's octopus-like grasp.

"If I agree with you, will you stop touching me?"

Kaito briefly paused in his spout of excitement, seemingly stopping his rambling to think.

"Nope."

Shinichi scowled at Kaito and brooded silently in a corner.

Stupid overly cheerful thieving magicians. Just why exactly did he have to get the same pick of the gene pool as the internationally wanted thief, especially when he himself was a detective?

Karma must have really hated him.

This errant thought was immediately proved true when a excruciatingly cheerful Kaito Kuroba pounced on him, mussing his hair and dragging him off to Ekoda – however, not before adjusting the cranky detective's attire to fit. Now, one unhappy Shinichi Kudo was reluctantly following/being dragged around one bumbling idiot – also known as Kaito Kuroba.

Not only did they look like one another, Kaito had rectified the situation and made sure that they looked exactly like each other, save Shinichi murderous expression. That, however, was not easily fixed.

No matter how great a magician Kaito was, even he couldn't make certain cranky detectives look happy.

Well, at least without using inhumane methods. Like, per say, botox. He highly doubted that the detective would appreciate that. That and Shinichi would kick his face in. Several times. Especially since it had taken much wheedling and not-so-subtle prodding just to pry the detective's name out of him. Sheesh, the guy really needed to loosen up. And Kaito was just the man for the job.