A/N: The chapter became a bit shorter than what I planned, but I did more research than normally, so hope that you enjoy! ;)

Warnings:
Strange English, OOCness,

Shinichi's age: 17
Uploaded: 2013-06-30
Revised: 2014-10-04
Chapter rating: T
Words: 3,000

Chap. 26
Your Own Kind

Shinichi sighed as he watched the top of the building next to him where Snake stood a few metres below him, smoking as usual, and the thief backed into the darkness between an air vent and the wall of the staircase. He was certain that he'd lost Kaitou KID half an hour ago and he mused over the heist while he regained his breath, but as he heard a scraping sound, followed by heavy breathing his eyes widened. Shinichi sat still as he assumed that the white-clad thief would look around, but then saw in horror how KID came running into his view and jumped down to the lower roof with the murderer.
"KID!" Snake called out and Shinichi jumped to his feet. As he ran to the edge he had time to see the organisation member fire on his white-clad foe, who was running towards the edge, but the thief's upper arm was coloured with a growing, red stain. The shots echoed across the roof and the magician disappeared over the edge while Snake ran after him. With a low growl Shinichi jumped down soundlessly, seeing that Snake was bending over the edge, trying to see where his target had gone.

"It would be a shame if someone pushed you over," Shinichi stated in an icy voice as he grabbed hard into the man's jacket and pushed him forward, making him lose balance so that it only was Shinichi's grip that kept him from falling over.
"Night Baron," the member gasped and looked over his shoulder, making Shinichi pull him back to safety; threatening members that weren't his superiors was something he was forced to do, but this time he was actually angry and he could see fear in Snake's eyes as he held out the diamond to him.
"This will be the last time I'm forced to deal with you," the older diamond thief growled defiantly, unwilling to show in his speech that Night Baron frightened him, and placed the gun back in his inner pocket, "from now on you will be delivering diamonds to Whisky, to this address." The man felt a shiver run along his spine as the dark, empty holes beyond the creepy mask kept staring at him and without diverting his gaze Shinichi took the note, making sure to stay soundless; he'd discovered that Snake hated silence the second time he delivered his loot, especially if he just stood still as a statue and stared at him.
"See you around," Shinichi smirked as he walked past the member and looked over the edge, seeing which way Kaitou KID most likely went.
"Never," Snake muttered as he saw how Night Baron fell over the edge and then hurried to the door to get the diamond to Whisky for the last time before he travelled to America.

KID's right arm had been struck from the front so it was more likely that the thief had flown to the west than the east, Shinichi judged by the winds, knowing that Snake would've shot him again if he'd gone north. The thief used his grappling hook to slow down his fall to the much lower buildings and then ran along the roof, jumping while looking down into the alley and then continued across the next rooftop, feeling how worry stirred in his stomach. He ran with the hope that he'd see the other thief, but gasping for air he was forced to stop in fear that he wouldn't be able to make the jump between the buildings as his leg muscles were trembling from exhaustion. A low cry in pain reached his ears and Shinichi ran to the other edge of the building, seeing a dark figure in the alley doing something to his upper right arm, and immediately recognised Kaitou KID's fluid movements as the person stapled a bit; somehow the magician had the ability to even make losing his balance graceful. The relief of seeing the other well enough to stand made Shinichi smile as he quickly closed the end of his grappling hook to the railing and then reeled himself down. As he touched the ground the young man in the alley spun around with a panicked expression, before his look became neutral as he remembered his poker face.

"Night Baron," KID's voice came from the person with the monocle over his eye and dressed in a long-sleeved, grey sweater with a white rag around the injury and Shinichi supervised him, realising that he must've crashed into the alley as he was covered in a bit of trash, "what are you doing here?"
"I came to help you," the westerner answered honestly and walked up to him.
"I don't need your help," KID growled and turned his body to shield his injury from the approaching thief, "I can take care of this myself. I'll be fine."
"Okay, how are you going to deal with this injury?"
"I'll go home, take the bullet out with a pair of tweezers and bandage it."
"I'm not convinced, and I'll only give you two options," Shinichi stated seriously, feeling the need to make sure that his rival didn't accidently die from an infection, "you will follow with me now, but either you do it of your own free will or asleep, so that I can take care of you since the adrenalin will wear off in a little while." The western thief took off his mantle and swung it around the magician before fastening it in front, hiding his dirty clothes and tightly wrapped injury, and began pushing him towards the way out of the alley.

"I never consented to this! I don't need your help!" Kaito snapped and watched how the hat was taken away from the blonde's head, unaware that it was a wig to make him look more western, and then saw that the white mask vanished from the thief's face, revealing a serious expression that showed that no matter how much he struggled Night Baron was going to take care of him, "what about your clothes? You'll be recognised!"

"Worry about making sure that your injury doesn't get worse, and let me deal with the rest," the westerner smirked confidently and pulled off his black mask that was hiding his nose, upper face and identity, making Kaito turn away, afraid to look at his face; it wasn't how they were supposed to know each other. They were supposed to only know the other's personality and not what they looked like.

"I'm disappointed!" Shinichi complained loudly as they exited the alley, and mixed in with the crowds while making their way to the road, "I never got to see Night Baron... But he's surely going to be out soon enough." He waved to a cab and saw how it began to cross the lanes between them to get to him. "So will you be following to the next heist, or do you think that it's boring?" Shinichi continued as the car stopped and the doors automatically opened to allow them to step in. As he said the name of his hotel that was lying ten minutes away he forgot his slightly American accent and continued talking fluent Japanese. "Although, most of the heists are pretty fascinating, and you can see them fighting. It's almost like in a movie. Can you even imagine what it would be like knowing how to fight like they do?"

All the way to the hotel Shinichi gushed over himself and KID, not leaving enough silence for the other to answer and kept a watchful eye on the magician, seeing that he was pretending to be tired while avoiding looking anywhere near him, but as they got out Shinichi saw that his jaw was clenched from the strain of keeping himself from showing pain. He let the conversation die out and only led the other thief into the hotel.
"Good evening, Tanoka-kun," Shinichi greeted with a calm smile as he approached the reception desk and saw that the young man sent a glance to Kaito.
"You know the policy, Moriarty-sama," Tanoka responded quietly as he took the thief's key from a locked box behind the desk.
"I'm sure that a five followed by four zeroes can make you turn a blind eye for a single night," the thief bargained quietly with a smile and let the edge of one bill be visible underneath his hand as he placed it on the desk.
"I'm sure it will," Tanoka agreed and made Shinichi push the hidden money to him, as if he was reaching for the key that the young man was placing down with his hand covering it. With a quick flick of his thumb the money ended up underneath the workers hand and Shinichi took the key.
"I always appreciate understanding people who knows what's important, excellent service," the thief murmured and escorted his foe to the elevator and got in.

"How bad is it?" he questioned worriedly as the doors closed.
"In pain," KID forced out in a strained voice, letting him know that he didn't really want to talk as he looked to the floor, feeling the elevator begin to move.
"Just a few more minutes," Shinichi murmured, pressing a code on the buttons, making it pass floors where it otherwise would've stopped.

The western thief frowned at his own feelings as they reached the floor; he was so worried that he could feel his stomach twist painfully. It was as if it was his mother or father that had been injured; it was the same kind of strength on his concern. As soon as he'd gotten the door open he ran into his bedroom with a double bed and a desk. He pulled out a large, square case from underneath the desk and opened it to pull out a plastic sheet that he with a flick of his arms placed over the bed. With a speed that surprised even himself he placed his upper mask over his face, ripped off the clothing on his torso so that he didn't have to bother with folding up his sleeves.

"Get on the bed," he commanded as he turned on the strong reading light and moved the case so that it was placed beside the night table. He saw that Kaitou KID had taken off the black mantle and obeyed him while he pulled out his instruments, protected inside a cocoon of antibacterial cloths. He rolled it open without touching them and placed two small bottles from the case beside the equipment, followed by two needles and a sealed plastic bag, containing an IV bag and IV lines.

Kaito couldn't help but to stare at the equipment that was being placed beside him; scissors, surgical wire and a large, plastic box without a lid that was pulled out from underneath the bed before the western thief took out a towel and positioned it under his arm. He placed a large bottle on the night table and put a surgical mask over his face before using the large bottle to clean his hands. With quick movements Night Baron was sitting beside him and cut off the sleeve beside the shoulder with the scissors before cutting the fabric just below where Kaito had wrapped rags around the wound to stop the bleeding. In a second the lower part of the sleeve was lying in the plastic container.

"Are you allergic to any kind of drugs?" Night Baron suddenly asked and wetted a napkin with the fluid inside the large bottle and cleaned the inside of the magician's elbow.
"No, I've been injured before so I've gotten drugs before," Kaito responded, uncertain if he should trust the thief and studied the other's fast and secure movements through his own pain.
"Good," the westerner cooed as he pulled up one of the needles and removed the plastic top that was protecting the tip. "I'm going to give you some morphine," he explained as he pushed the needle through the top of one of the small glass containers and held it upside down as he filled it with 3 mg of the drug, making sure that it didn't contain air before grabbing a hold of the arm and inserted the needle into it, finding a blood vessel and carefully injected him, "and now I'll give you a preventive drug, to stop the infection that's probably developing." Night Baron threw the needle into the plastic box and took up the next one, sticking it into the next bottle and injected the arm at the same place before he placed a small adhesive plaster on top. "You are free to stay in this room during the night," he informed as Kaito's mind began to feel fuzzy as the pain vanished and his body relaxed while he observed how the thief washed his hands again, "I'll watch over you."
"Okay," the magician whispered, feeling safe in the other's company, and stared at how Night Baron untied the rags that was stopping the bleeding and pulled them off before they made the needles company in the plastic box.

With concentrated eyes Shinichi watched the injury in the strong light and opened the plastic with the IV lines and IV bag, containing sterile saline. He cleaned his hands again and pulled on a pair of gloves before taking one of the surgical forceps and carefully entered the wound, feeling the bullet that had lodged itself there. Breathing calmly he carefully grabbed the bullet and pulled it out, hearing the magician hum and sent a glance to his face, realising that his eyes seemed to want to fall shut; maybe he should've just given him 2 mg morphine instead of 3, but what was done was done. The bullet was dropped into the container and Shinichi placed the instrument inside the protective plastic of the IV bag as he grabbed the contents. He used one hand to place the towel better underneath the magician, so that the blood wouldn't stain the carpeted floor and then began cleaning out the wound with the saline, until he was happy with the result. He threw the bag in the plastic box and quickly cleaned his gloves before he took up the needle driver and the suture needle with the strong, surgical thread. With careful moves he made a couple of stitches, closing the wound and then cleaned the outside before wrapping it in clean bandages.

"How are you feeling?" Shinichi wondered as he finished, seeing that the magician gave him his attention and looked as if he just realised that there was someone else in the room with him.
"I like your eyes," the drugged thief confessed, but didn't answer Shinichi's question, "they're blue. Very blue. Not green. Your assistant is creepy. But you have two of them. Probably creepy, both of them. I have one, but I could have two. I could have many. Fifteen."
"You're funny."
"Really? That's good," KID grinned a bit flimsy and then looked around the room, gaping at the window, "you have drapes!"
"Yes," Shinichi answered as he removed the other thief's grey sweater, a garment which he probably had changed to in the alley, "most people have those."
"Do I have drapes?" the magician wondered as he stared at the window, unaware of what the other thief was doing and just continued speaking.

Ignoring KID's drugged monologue Shinichi placed the bloody towel and shirt in the plastic box before he cleaned up a bit of the blood from the plastic that KID was lying on. He made sure that nothing dripped to the floor and after rolling the plastic sheet together on the other side he placed a blanket on the middle of the bed before he removed the dark pants that also had been stained, leaving KID in only his white boxers. With quick movements he rolled the thief over and heard a muffled cry from him.
"The cloud is trying to kill me! What have I done to deserve this?" KID called out into the blanket while Shinichi wrapped up the last of the plastic and placed it in the box with the rest of the discarded items, smiling slightly as he listened to the thief's strange thoughts and then turned him back, "thank you, kind stranger, you have saved me from the clutches of evil fluff."
"No problem," Shinichi grinned and picked up a new shirt and a pair of pants from his utility-bag before pulling the pants on the thief, seeing that they were too large for him, but it was better than nothing. Out of the corner of his eyes he could see how KID studied him while he pulled on the shirt and began to button it up.
"You have blue eyes," the magician stated happily, making Shinichi smile.
"Yes, I do."
"They are so pretty," KID stated and surprised the western thief by placing a hand against his cheek and caressed it.
"I see that you remember how to move now; that's a good sign," Shinichi smiled and placed his own hand over the magician's, for some reason feeling very happy. The hand was pulled out of his gentle grasp and then placed on his shoulder.
"Night Baron," the thief smiled and made the westerner realise that he could pretty much see the other's face if it wasn't for the fact that he was focusing solely on his eyes, so he pulled out one of his own masks from his pocket and with a quick movement exchanged the monocle for the upper part of the mask, hiding KID's identity. The magician pulled in his shoulder, as if he was trying to sit up.
"No, don't get up yet, you have too much morphine in your system," Shinichi tried and then let himself be pulled down instead of letting the thief get up, but that was exactly what KID wanted. Without hesitation the magician closed the distance between their lips, making both of the thieves locked to the other. The thief's unharmed arm curled around Shinichi's neck, keeping him in place, even thought there was no need.

A/N: Kissu~ Kissu~

Answer to guest reviews: ami-chan from chap. 24 and 25
24
Yuusaku is just that desperate. He's just grasping at straws as he knows how small a chance it is that he'll ever find Shinichi, especially when he can't leave his daughter's side in fear of losing her too. No, no one would look at a 5-year-old and think that they are 13; it's absurd, and that's why Yuusaku is only mentioning it and then beginning to talk about how it is possible that Shinichi has a fake identity; it explains why the fingerprints don't match, but it also forces on the fact that Shinichi must be aware that Yuusaku is his father, but won't come forward with it (Yuusaku knows that Shinichi believes that he was abandoned, so the more resistance Shinichi makes, the more convinced Yuusaku becomes). The changed age only gives one advantage; professionalism by experience and thereby respect. No one wants to listen to a no-name-teenager that thinks they knows everything, but an adult with experience; they get respect.
25
Hahaha, yea, me too!
With the way Yuusaku's theories are he probably got more suspicious, but is forced to realise that what Shinichi said is true.
Oh? Thank you! :D It's actually how I was taught how to write: "Try to keep the paragraphs short – the shorter, the easier it gets to read."

*Takes all the cookies in my arms and backs away* You saw nothing... Nothing...

Answer to guest review: WWW
Really? If something is unclear I'd love it if you would tell me.
Yea, Shinichi is really cute when he'd oblivious and trying to figure things out.

Answer to guest review: Fluff
No, it's really tedious and you are forced to realise how much you've changed, or how much that was wrong.
Thank you! It makes me really happy that you think that!

Answer to guest review: ElizabethBathog
Hahaha! Jo, jag är svensk! XD
Thank you for your reviews! I really appreciate them, and I can't believe that you reviewed to 'In a War Known as a Game'!