Kai-Sagu- 14. You see in black and white until you meet your soulmate - then you can see colors.
The world was full of shades of grey. Saguru meant that in both the literal and metaphorical sense. For most people in the world, there were no colors. Colorblindness was the norm and color-sight was for those people that managed to find their soulmates—and whose soulmates were still alive. Even if someone was meeting their soulmate every minute, that would still leave the majority of the world seeing grey.
As for the metaphorical sense, well… Saguru, as a private detective, had seen the best and worst of what humanity had to offer. He'd met people wanting to find lost items of a loved one, or reconcile with estranged family. He'd met people who had done their best to be good in life and still had the universe beat them down. And he'd met people who had made poor choices and turned their lives around. People who didn't give a damn about the people they hurt along the way. People who would stab you in the back and go get breakfast with a smile.
There were people who would kill someone and turn around and save someone else in the span of an hour. What connotated 'good' and 'bad' was as impossible to fully encapsulate as it would be to differentiate between colors before meeting a soulmate.
Good and bad wasn't always clear at a glance.
That was what Saguru told himself as color burst into his world, like a light had been turned on in his brain, the space between him and Kaitou Kid feeling like an eternity of the world holding its breath.
Truthfully, it couldn't have been more than three seconds. Three impossible, overwhelming seconds in which Kid's mask slipped to shock and back to an inscrutable smile in the space of a breath.
"You…" Saguru had had a whole confrontational speech all but planned out. Now he couldn't remember a word of it.
Somewhere, Nakamori-keibu bellowed. Kid turned his head toward the sound. "Well," Kid said, and in that word he sounded younger than Saguru's initial estimate, "it looks like it's time for me to leave. A pleasure to meet you, detective."
And he was gone, out the window, and Saguru could only cross the space to watch him escape. He held in a snort. The man couldn't ice skate. What a random fact to know about a soulmate he'd known for less than a minute.
Soulmate. With a thief. A detective and a thief; the world had an odd sense of humor.
Looking out at the snow and ice, it was almost like he didn't have color vision. But those greys were tinted a cool color and his hands were another color—he'd need to learn colors, what a novelty—and Kid hadn't been entirely white either.
Hmm. A thief. What motivated a thief to steal only to return what he took? What spurred him to flaunt his presence before the police like it was all a game? No one had clear-cut motives and history. No one was entirely bad or good.
Saguru felt a spark of something. Something akin to excitement and curiosity. He'd have to see where in the shades of grey this Kaitou Kid stood. Because he couldn't imagine a world where he was a soulmate of someone who didn't have a similar moral compass at the end of the day. This, Saguru looked forward to.