Well, this is my first attempt at writing for the DC universe…this is just the prologue for a longer piece (not sure how long, depends on what my latest muse has to say about things) I hope you all like it, and I will admit that my knowledge of both Meitantei Conan and Magic Kaitou is sketchy at best, so this doesn't fall into any particular point in time. Don't expect the next part in the too immediate future, I'm going on a bit of a trip and wanted to get this out before I went so you can give me a bit of feedback on it and whether or not it should continue.
And, of course, none of this belongs to me. --;; if it did I wouldn't be struggling to keep up with the vet bills for my two overactive kittens!
Moonlight ShadowInspired by the song by: Mike Oldfield
from his album: Crisis
(snip) which apparently I am no longer allowed to show you the lyrics to, due to policy, (no comment) so you'll just have to look up the lyrics.
Prologue:
Will You Come to Talk to Me This Night
Nakamori Aoko had always been a pretty average girl. A little more violent than some, to be sure, but nothing besides those violent episodes to really make her stand out. This being so, very few of her classmates, if asked, would be able to pinpoint the exact point in time at which she began to change. It was a subtle thing, her change, not readily visible from the outside, but it was profound.
Aoko hadn't been sleeping well for the last few nights, but she figured it was just stress. She always felt stressed on the nights in between Kaitou Kid's delivery of a riddle to her father and the night of the heist itself. She wasn't sure why she continued to get so worked up, but if pressed, she might admit it had a great deal to do with her father's own stress level. On the evening of May 23rd, one day before the Kid was to attempt the theft of the Victoria Emerald, she had tossed and turned until after two-thirty in the morning before finally falling into a fitful sleep. Now it was three am, and she had begun to dream. Not an entirely pleasant dream either.
She was standing somewhere high up, that was her first impression. She could feel the wind tugging at her hair, and she could feel it gaining strength. She still couldn't see anything, though. She tried to reach up and rub at her eyes, only to realize that her arms were tied to something, straight out at shoulder level, almost as though she had been crucified. Suddenly she could hear the crunch of footsteps on gravel over the moaning of the wind. Someone was walking up behind her. She tensed with fear, not knowing whether this was a rescuer or the one who'd done this to her.
"Oh Kami-sama, Aoko!" she heard a sharp gasp behind her.
"Kaito?"
"Don't worry Aoko, I'll get you down from there." Kaito reassured her.
"Kaito, wait! I think it might be a trap!" Aoko warned him. (She couldn't think why anyone would set a trap for Kaito, but in the dream it seemed to make perfect sense that someone might string her up to get to him.)
"Of course it's a trap," he said, a hint of ice and steel in his voice, "that doesn't mean I'm just going to leave you hanging here!"
"Can you take of whatever it is that's keeping me from seeing where I am first?" she pleaded.
"Aoko..." He took a deep breath. "You don't want to see where you are, just trust me on this one."
"Kaito...?" She wasn't able to hide the quiver of fear in her voice.
"Shh..." he soothed, "I won't let you fall, I promise."
She felt warm cloth cup her cheek and realized for some reason he was wearing gloves. She felt his warm breath for only an instant, and then he was kissing her, and she felt something metallic brush her other cheek... And then she was falling. She screamed as she fell, of course, but this time Kaito wasn't there to save her.
When she finally landed she could see again. She was on the top of a tall building, and it was obviously the middle of one of Kid's heists. There were police running all over the place, and spotlights and searchlights scanning the roof she was standing on.
"Pardon me, ojousan." said a smooth, quiet voice behind her. She spun around and saw the very Phantom Thief himself. He took her hand and bowed low over it, sweeping off his top hat to reveal a very familiar shock of dark brown hair.
"Kaito?" she asked, confused. Why was she dreaming that Kaito was the Kaitou Kid?
If it was indeed Kaito, he didn't say anything, merely placing his hat back on his head, its low brim shadowing his face.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"My public awaits, time to face the music. Take good care of them for me, ne ojousan?"
"Wha... Take care of what...?" she protested, then realized she had something in her hand. She looked down and saw a gorgeous moonstone, obviously the target of this latest heist, and the Kid's monocle.
When she looked back up, she saw that Kid (or was it Kaito?) was standing on the edge of the roof.
"Sayonara, Aoko." she thought she heard him whisper just before he let himself fall forward.
She let out a small scream and ran to the edge of the roof, only to see the wings of his white glider open and catch an updraft, sending him soaring. It was a somehow poignantly beautiful sight... and then all of a sudden the peace of that moment was broken by a gunshot, and then another, and another - six in all - and the glider crumpled like the wings of a dove shot from the sky, and she could see bright blossoms of red blood bloom on his chest. Somehow she could still meet his eyes... he had turned over in midair... and in the deep pools of his dark blue eyes she could see apology, and sadness, and most of all she could see love. They were familiar eyes, and she was falling deep into them... and then it struck her.
"Kaito...!" she screamed.
And she had leaned too far and she was falling now too, and she couldn't see him anymore...
And she was awake, panting hard, and with cold sweat plastering her nightgown to her back. There were tears running down her face and her heart felt like it was shattered into a thousand pieces.
