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Waves hands in surrender, please don't kill me
It was Taliya. She killed Shinichi. Which means this fic is all her fault
Further apologies for lack of knowledge on Japanese funerals
Loss
Kaito's eyes burned as the casket that contained the remains of the young man who could have been one of his closest friends, had they not been what they were, was lowered into the ground. It had been a closed casket funeral; however it didn't require that much imagination to picture what Shinichi's face looked like now. He had, unfortunately, seen far too many dead bodies not to know.
The young man wasn't in disguise. Anyone who knew him would recognize him straight off. That did not however mean Kaito had not chosen his clothes with care. The straight lines of his dark suit gave the illusion of a football player's physique rather than that of a gymnast, or a soccer player. His brunette hair had not been tamed, just the opposite if anything.
Also, in what was wholly inappropriate timing, the sun had come out. The bright rays of the sun had allowed the magician to wear a pair of yellow tinted sunglasses without looking out of place. This changed the color of his eyes, slightly. Kaito was still wholly unprepared to run into Yukiko Kudo, and he cursed himself silently for becoming lost in his thoughts. He hadn't come here to upset anyone.
For a moment, the actress looked grief stricken, causing the dark skinned detective at her side to shift his weight threateningly. Then, she forced a smile, lips trembling as she pulled out a handkerchief to dab at her eyes. "Kaito-kun," she choked out. "I wasn't expecting to see you here."
Noting the poor condition of Yukiko's hanky, the brunette gently reached out and replaced it with one of his own. "I know you and my Father were close friends Kudo-san," Kaito said softly, forcefully preventing himself from dreaming of a world where he and Shinichi had grown up together. "Since Oyaji can't be here," he shrugged helplessly as his voice trailed off and he swallowed. After a moment Kaito continued "You have my condolences for your loss." Shifting on his feet uncertainly, the magician gestured towards his own face, "and well . . ."
But Yukiko was already shaking her head. "Don't apologize for your looks Kaito-kun." It wasn't the other boys fault.
With a respectful bow, Kaito turned to depart only to have a deceptively slender hand clamp down on his arm pulling him close.
"Wait!" Blue eyes looked desperate. "Promise me you'll be careful," Yukiko whispered. Her grip tightened. "After what happened to sensei . . ." She didn't want to attend another funeral. Not for this young man who had offered her a rose and called her obasan.
Gently, Kaito freed his arm. "I am always careful," he promised. Whether that would be enough remained to be seen. But he couldn't stop now, not with Snake still out there. Indigo eyes flicked to his rival's grave one last time before walking away. The sad truth remained; some things were worth dying for.
FoGFoGFoG
There may be a second drabble where Hattori confronts Kid and demands to help because he knows Kudo would have. He now has enough clues to know something is going on.
As for my followers of Hidden Claws, the next chapter is coming. Promise. I got waylaid by making my youngest sister's birthday present.