A/N
Sorry guys, for being late and all that stuff. But, hey... I went to visit my late grandfather's grave the other day, and… Well, yeah. Just gonna give you a head's up. Oh, and another thing, I just finished reading Marie Lu's Legend series and now I can't wait to make a ThomasxMetias fanfic XD. That's all~
The first thing that Shinichi thought when he regained consciousness was cold. Coldness and hardness beneath and behind him. He tried to move his arms, but he couldn't. 'Either I'm bound, or paralyzed…' he thought.
Opening his eyes, his head throbbed in pain and he winced. Nevertheless, he forced them open anyway to get a look at his surroundings.
'A big room, around 30 x 20 perhaps? Dark, five big windows and shattered glass beneath it… This place is obviously underused, a cold breeze… Is it still nighttime?' he tried to analyze, but his head suddenly throbbed again, this time stronger.
'Why am I here?' As the thought passed through his head, memories of KID's heist came back to him. His eyes widened. '… That's right… KID was shot…'
He struggled to get up, but failed. He sighed in exasperation and looked upwards. He found his hands, chained together with a rope in a knot in which he didn't know how to open, unless it was cut. He cursed internally.
"Hello, hello~ Little detective!" a voice called. Shinichi's head snapped up in attention. A girl in white dress, stained with specks of blood, he noted, came. Her brown, wavy hair obstructed the dull, dark brown eyes, showing only a crooked smile on her lips.
On her head was a familiar hat which made Shinichi gasp when he saw it. 'Kaitou KID's top hat… and some blood to stain the whites of it…' he thought. 'Did the stain come from the pooling blood which his bullet wound made? Or is it because he also got his head knocked out and the impact made him bleed?'
He voted for the former.
"Very, very good eyes, there…" the woman said, leaning closer. "Defiant, calculating… Something I really, really hate…" she said and from her left hand, a knife buried itself in his right forearm, making him groan in pain.
"Clarisse… Elizabeth…" Shinichi gasped out, trying to control the pain which was amplified by the throbbing in his head. "Yes, that's me!" she said with cheer.
"You…" Shinichi said, his eyes met hers, trying to analyze the best way to make her release him. "Aaw, little detective is in pain… I'll help you sooth it out…" she said in a motherly voice, her eyes tender for a moment before he saw realization in her eyes, adding a twinkle in them before she screamed.
Shinichi winced. "Va… Vaa…." She begun to choke and her fingers dug deep into her face, drawing droplets of blood. Her eyes then landed back on him, lost, scared, angry. A fist hit him on the face, and a foot on his stomach.
"HOW COULD YOU!" she screamed, her fingers fisted on Shinichi's hair, pulling them. She then started to hit his head onto the wall numerous times before she calmed down. Blood trickled down his arm,his jaw clenched tight and his brows furrowed, all in an attempt to keep the pain at bay.
Then, he slumped, unconscious. Her crazed eyes looked at him, wide and unfocused. A grin flashed on her face, and she stalked off to a door which led to her makeshift bedroom. Inside, she took out a syringe and filled it with a chemical substance.
As she walked back to her prisoner, she flicked the needle and tested it so that the liquid substance would come out a little. Kneeling next to the unconscious detective, she inserted the needle into his arm, into a vein in which she knew that the substance would work in a short time.
A while later, Shinichi convulsed, his breathing ragged and his eyes shot open in pain. A scream tore into the night sky before he slumped again, unconscious. Clarisse smiled.
"That'll teach you a lesson or two on sending out anymore signals!" she said happily.
"Kudou-kun's gone?" Shiho asked Nakamori when she saw him and he explained everything. "Yeah, more like we haven't seen him yet… And it's been hours since the heist ended," he said, a hand ran through his hair, making it unruly.
Shiho quickly took out her phone and dialed the Kudou manor's number. No answer. She then called the professor's house. "Hello?" he said drowsily.
"Hakase, is Shinichi home now?" she asked, urgency filled her voice, making him wide awake. He took a look at the house beside his. "No, I don't think he's home now," he said. Shiho clicked her tongue. "Kudou-kun's missing."
"W-what?!" Agasa exclaimed. "We're trying to search for him. He was last—"
"Nakamori-keibu!" someone called and their heads looked at him in attention. "We found traces of blood over there…" he said, trailing off as Shiho and Akemi ran past him. "Lead the way!" Nakamori said to him. "Yes, sir!" he saluted.
Upon arriving to the blood-stained scene, Shiho panted, worst case scenarios running through her head. She crouched down to examine it. 'Splatter prints indicate that the body… or wherever the blood came from fell from a higher place… This part is pooled, probably a knife wound or shot wound,' she thought.
As she stood, a glinting object caught her eye. She walked towards it and picked it up carefully with her handkerchief. A monocle. KID's monocle. She looked into the looming darkness of the alley. "Shiho," Akemi called, motioning for her to come over.
"What is it, nee-chan?" she said, putting the monocle in her pocket. "Look at this," she said, pointing at a bullet, covered in blood. Shiho squinted in concentration.
"Seems like," she whispered, "that Kudou-kun was chasing KID, and then KID got shot… Knowing him, he would probably try to save that thief or something…"
"Shiho… Is it possible that he was kidnapped by the serial killer?" Akemi asked, noting the alerted face her sister made. Shiho face palmed herself. 'How did I not notice?! He fits the description perfectly!' she thought.
"…It's possible," she said, standing up, a destination in mind. "Let's go home first, nee-chan."
"Eh? But…"
"Hakase can help us here," she said, determination filled her eyes.
Kaito's eyes were searching on the map for possible places the woman might take Shinichi to. Jii-chan only watched in concern, seeing that Kaito might become reckless of this continued on. Then, a car pulled up in front of the café.
Jii looked out and saw a yellow car. His eyes widened and he opened the door. He was met by two girls who rushed in, saying their pardons as they went. Jii's confused face conveyed all of his thoughts. "Sorry," Agasa said to the other man.
"They're…?"
"Shinichi-kun's friends… They said that maybe Kaito might know his whereabouts."
"Huh…" he said and the two older gentlemen looked at the three youth hovering over a map, discussing something. "It's possible over here," Shiho pointed to a building. "If I remember correctly, that building was just recently abandoned because of the things that happened a few months before."
"Or the one over here," Kaito pointed. "This one's got a lot of space from the crowds and possibly soundproof."
"How about this one?" Akemi asked, pointing at a building, not too far from the Ice Cream Heaven festival. "Even though the distance is a bit further from the other buildings, if someone were to snipe from there, then the sound wouldn't be heard by many people," she pointed out.
"Could be…" Kaito said thoughtfully. "Let's scout these places," Akemi suggested. "Is it alright?" Shiho said, her eyes glanced at Kaito's hand which couldn't be used due to the bullet wound. "We won't get anything from just sitting here, that's for sure," Kaito said irritably, remembering his second-to-last contact with Shinichi.
Eyes dilated a little, his cheeks slightly pink. The sweet scent in which he sniffed was still in his memory, somewhat calming him. A low growl came from the magician's throat which made the Beta flinch. The remaining Alphas sighed.
"Calm yourself, Kuroba-kun," Shiho said, trying to suppress the angry signals the magician was letting out, her hand pulled her trembling sister close by the shoulder. Kaito composed himself, although his possessive side wouldn't allow it. "Sorry," he growled.
"We understand your feelings, but if you get angry, then everything's gonna be in vain. Besides," she continued, "Kudou-kun would be even more scared if you do that in the rescue."
Kaito's eyes widened and he put on his poker face again. "Yeah, sorry I lost my cool there," he said lightly. Shiho nodded. "We'll need help though, if you wanna save him from a mad person like that."
Kaito nodded. "I understand."
"I got him," Chianti said as she looked down on Kaito's unconscious form, blood drenched his white suit. "Great job," Gin said with a smirk. "Should I add more bullet holes into his body?" Chianti offered, a mocking joke in her tone.
"No need. Go back to Korn, now. We'll meet you guys again tomorrow," Gin said, cutting the connection short. "Roger~" Chianti said with glee, walking away.
Gin closed his eyes, tired for no reason. 'When was the last time I felt this tired before?' he thought, Vodka looking at him. "Aniki, are you tired?" he asked, knowing the answer. Gin stayed silent. Vodka shrugged and turned the car into idle.
Moments later, Gin was breathing softly, his head lulled to the door side of the car. It's been a while since the last time he let his guard down, even with Vodka around. His partner watched as his childhood friend's sleeping face turned almost innocent.
Almost.
He sighed and drove to a place where he knew he could park the car and not raise suspicion. No one was around anyways.
Stepping out to have a smoke, Vodka smiled. He missed those time, very, very much. But the bad memories came back to haunt him. 'No…' he thought, blowing out a puff of smoke. 'Those times are over… We're different now, all of us.'
He chuckled. Putting out his cigarette, he went back into the car and started it up again.
Shinichi felt sick, feverish, and all he wanted to do was puke. Which was impossible since he hadn't eaten anything since before the Ice Cream Heaven. His stomach was rumbling. He heard footsteps and flinched. As he thought, it was Clarisse.
With a rusty blade in hand.
He winced at the thought of that blade slashing many others, and now it was his turn. Outside, the sky was clear and calm. No breeze, no sounds, as if time had stopped outside. His bleeding hand felt cold and it throbbed, along with his head.
Clarisse grabbed his jaws suddenly and forced it open, shoving some pills inside and poured water in, making him swallow it involuntarily. "Ooh, I love it when you open wide!" she said excitedly, her eyes gleamed in anticipation.
Her blade then flew downwards, with his eyes following in fear which he tried to hide. It then ripped the skirt of his dress, in which he even forgot that he had on. Layers by layers, until his feet were completely exposed.
He shuddered as he cold fingers feel his feet in what felt like fascination. "I thought only girls had these kinds of feet," she said in fascination. As her fingers knead his thighs as it travelled along it, her eyes filled with marvel, Shinichi had to suppress a sigh from escaping his lips.
'Damnit, is it time for my heat already?' he thought begrudgingly. "All the more reason," she smirked evilly, "to destroy it…"
The blade sunk deep into his flesh, and he screamed, pain made his vision go white. The throb in his head felt torturous and his injured arm flared in pain as he pulled it against the ropes in hopes of reducing the pain, even if it's just a little.
The stress of pain made him feel light headed, fireflies dance in his eyes. Instinctively, he felt his heart yearn for comfort, to take him away from this pain. "K-Kai…" he choked out as another scream tore through the whole building.
Clarisse smiled at her bloody mess. "It's beautiful!" she sighed contentedly. A finger trailed along a wound which she knew would scar. She smiled. 'Just a little bit more, little detective,' she thought in glee.
A/N
Okay… Shinichi got tortured, sorry for the graphics, blah, blah, blah. Too bad though, this was all planned. Sigh… I wish Shinichi would get save soon… He won't be able to use those feet now, huh? I think I went too far with that one, though. I didn't expect him to get his feet, of all limbs, to be injured. Aside from the arm, though.
Ouchie…
- To be continued -
