Magic Kaitou is not my property
Mores the pity
Wonder
Ginzo Nakamori was not a genius. He knew he wasn't a genius. He had other attributes that made up for it: determination, morals, stubbornness, an extremely strong work ethic. However, he wasn't an idiot either. No one rose to the position he had without possessing some measure of brains.
Despite the inspector's protests to the contrary, he knew full well the thief he had been chasing for the past few years was not the original. Oh, it had nothing to do with that Hakuba kid's fancy machines, or the other's seemingly unchanged appearance. He knew the Kaitou Kid. Ginzo saw the slight differences in style this new Kid possessed.
It was obvious the two Kids were connected. How the inspector wasn't quite sure, perhaps an apprentice, a friend, a son. Nakamori also wasn't blind to the bullets that flew in the magician's direction every so often, or that the kaitou was running some sort of search pattern.
A sick feeling settled in the policeman's gut as he contemplated what had happened to his old adversary. He seriously doubted the other was still among the living. What had happened? Ginzo wondered to himself. What had gone wrong? A small voice in the back of his head asked why the thief hadn't come to him for help.
Unfortunately the one person who had the answers didn't seem inclined to talk. Dark eyes hardened. The game wasn't so fun anymore. Somehow it had become deadly serious. "Run Kid," the inspector whispered to the empty room. "But rest assured I'll follow." He would just have to wait and see where the kaitou led him.
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I have to wonder what Nakamori is thinking sometimes
Hope this was a good glimpse into our favorite inspector's mind
