Thank you for the reviews! This was meant to be a one shot but the story won't go away. I will try to update weekly but it may be closer to every two weeks. Most of my information about Detective Conan and the Kaitou Kid is from fan fiction so I apologize if anyone is too OOC. This is set after Kaitou Kid finds out that Shinichi is Conan and they've had a few 'conversations'.
"Welcome to my world Kid"
The Kid just stared at him, eyes wide. When he didn't answer Conan became worried; what if there was something wrong? After all the Kid had survived a 'controlled crash' in a hang-glider from three stories up before the people from the Black Organization got a hold of him.
"Kid, are you ok?"
"Am I ok? I hurt in places I didn't know I had and the last thing I remember is two guys in black trench coats working me over good before force-feeding me some kind of pill and knocking me out. Yeah, I'm fine. Although I am alive so I guess things are looking up."
"You're lucky to be alive, if that bullet had hit you instead of your hang-glider..." Conan shook his head "They'd be scraping you off the side of a building about now."
"Always the optimist aren't you?" He said sarcastically. "Well on that cheerful note, it's time for me to leave. It's not that I don't enjoy our talks but I'd rather not be here to meet the police."
"Wait Kid! You can't leave!"
"How will you stop me shrimp?" Kid asked as he slid off the couch then froze as he realized something was wrong. He looked at himself and his clothes with an expression of horrified disbelief.
'If Kid's face was any paler he would match his suit' thought Conan.
"Wh-what?"
"Kid, they did the same thing to you that they did to me. They left you to die, thinking the poison would kill you. Hattori and I brought you to Dr Agasa's house. We bandaged the worst of your injuries while you were unconscious but you're a mess, so sit back down before you start bleeding again."
"Why? Do you want me to be nice and clean for the cops? It will almost be worth it to see you try to convince them a kid is the Kid." He giggled, "The Kid's a kid!" The laughter was mixed with tears now and great heaving sobs as he collapsed to the floor. Conan sat on the floor next to the Kid. He understood what it was like to find you aren't quite you anymore. So much of your sense of self is tied to your physical self.
"I can't believe I'm saying this but, I'm not turning you in. I'm much more interested in stopping the people who did this to us. But no one can know you weren't killed. If they come after you again they won't stop with you, they will track down everyone who has anything to do with you. Your friends, your family, classmates and co- workers and if they are feeling particularly nasty the will make it look like you killed them then committed suicide. And I can't risk them finding out that the Apotoxin isn't always fatal. If they find out what it did to us, well..."
The Kid shuddered "What are you going to do with me?" He asked.
"I thought a truce until the Black Organization is stopped and we find a cure. I was hoping you would help me bring them down. Since they seemed to be worried that you could expose them in some way."
Two pairs of brilliant blue eyes met and a deal was made without another word.