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Disclaimer: The works of Detective Conan and Magic Kaito belongs to Gosho Aoyama-sensei.
Warning: KaiShin relationship.
A/N: I am trying to actually finish this so...yea...
First Femme Fatal
Just when Kaito was about to carry out the task Rum had assigned him to, he was contacted once more. This time it was Rum visiting him at the apartment. Kaito was unfortunately surprised by the sudden appearance though thankful that he did not have anything incriminating laying about.
"Uncle." He greeted with a healthy dose of enthusiasm. "What brings you here today? Are you free to visit? I can put the kettle on and we can both enjoy a nice cup of cocoa since the grocery came in this morning. I think there's a pound cake with the delivery..." He acted as enthusiastically as he could even though he was internally cursing the daylights out of the man.
"I'm afraid I'll only be here for a short while." Rum remain standing by at the entryway, though he did pull the door shut. "I'm nearby, for a bit of business." The stern face had Kaito immediately freeze up, fearing that Rum had somehow seen through all his careful acting.
"Unc-...um...Rum?" Turning around, Kaito remained out of reach. He was on full alert for the smallest twitch of hands, knowing Rum kept his weapon at the holster he was wearing. The telltale bunching up of fabric was a clear indication of concealed weapon and whether or not there was a silencer on it was not much of a problem seeing Rum probably owned the whole building, if not then at least this floor and the one above and below it.
"The target had an emergency situation to attend to overseas. You won't be able to have access to him for a while." Rum looked at him with an accusatory gaze, not that Kaito was reacting to it of course.
"What? How can he! I had this elaborate trap planned and I had been hoping to use that femme fatale disguise! I took a lot of pains to craft the image!" Kaito acted put out. "Why is fate so cruel to put all my efforts to waste." Dramatically, he fell towards the nearest surface, which happened to be the small cabinet by the entryway, and leaned heavily on it. Acting the whole 'cruel cruel world' spiel.
"At least it's good to see you so enthusiastic about this." Kaito's acting must have satisfied Rum, even if Kaito felt he went a bit over the top. "But your efforts won't be in vain. I need you to infiltrate his company and steal some of the data he has on his office computer."
"Don't you have someone to do it for you?" It was purely a matter of curiosity. By the sounds of it, it seems Rum did not have that many people at his disposal. At least not as many as Kaito had initially thought. Perhaps those guards he saw did not work exclusively for Rum. Or they might have been hired hands, in which case it would make things a whole lot easier. After all, as long as those people held no loyalty, it was easy to coax information out of them.
"Well, like you said, you do have the disguise for it." Rum looked entirely too amused. "I wouldn't want to waste your efforts."
"Oh alright. Only for you Uncle." Kaito acted every bit like a child having his toy stolen only to be compensated with a candy. Rum looks to have bought the act. Though Kaito was curious how the situation came to be. "Just what was it the brought the Target overseas?"
"My sources mentioned a family emergency. Though…" He looked speculatively at Kaito, eyes scrutinizing all his movements. Kaito made sure to keep himself relaxed, moving himself to lean against the cabinet as though knowing it would be a short conversation. "My network also informed me that the Target does not have family overseas. So I have to wonder, whether there was a leak."
Strange for the man to be forthright. He could be tricking Kaito into revealing himself. Not that he had any intention to.
"Leak? Then…" Kaito looked nervously around his apartment, as though fearing something jumping out from the woodwork.
"Not to worry. Your location has been kept in secret. Only very selected few knows about it. There is a reason why I insist on you staying here. I will keep you safe."
With the intonation, it felt as though Rum intended for him to stay for eternity. But Kaito would find a way of escaping, and in the process dismantle the whole Organisation.
Their small talk was interrupted by a vibration and Rum looked momentarily up at Kaito. "I'll leave you to your planning. We will keep to the original schedule but instead of you leading the Target away, you will just have to do an extraction." He waved goodbye. The soft click of the door made Kaito slightly tense. He walked over to the door, trying the handle and found himself to be locked inside.
"That's never happened before…" Throughout his stay, his door remain unlocked unless he locked it himself. However, it seems the seed of suspicion was planted inside Rum and he had full intention of actually keeping Kaito. Unfortunately, Rum did not know Kaito as well as he thought.
"There are always other ways of unlocking the door." Kaito let out a KID-like grin, full of teeth with a tinge of mischief. "But now is not the time to let him know."
Kaito skipped back to the dining table where the latex mask stood. He was in the middle of applying the details when Rum interrupted. Next to it sat another transceiver, one that Shinichi planted, it had been cleverly hidden amongst the palettes and brushes that at first glance it would like another case of powder. He was quite sure this one is a more advanced version than before, but even then it had patchy reception. With the limited resource, Kaito managed to boost the signal just that slightly to broadcast out, the receiving still needed work but he hoped that his next 'outing' would let him procure the required pieces of technology.
"I could always salvage…" He looked speculatively at the apartment, there were electronic parts all around but he was not sure how much was monitored. It was pure luck that this transceiver was not discovered and removed.
The infiltration came at the end of the week, on a bright sunny morning with clear skies. Kaito was abruptly roused from his sleep by an incessant ringing of the doorbell.
"Just open it yourself." He muttered into the pillow, trying to ignore the ringing. Moments later, the door unlocked by itself with a small click.
"Really?" Vermouth sounded surprise.
"What do you want Auntie?" Kaito did not even bother to look at the woman, snuggling into the blanket.
"Your mission." She paused for a dramatic effect but Kaito still did not bother to respond. After all, Kaito really did not want to do the infiltration seeing as he was helping Rum rather than making things harder for him. It went against his every fibre. "Do you really want to find out what Rum would do if he found you so reluctant to go?"
"Fine, fine." Pushing away the blanket. Uncharacteristically, he was fully dressed in pajamas in bed, something that he had not done since the start of high school. He usually slept in boxers, or if it was cold in loose pants. Though his detective had complained quite a lot about how he dressed for sleep, his detective also liked to leech off his body heat, which kept Kaito warm all the same. And with Vermouth's previous comment of constantly keeping an eye on him, he was not about to offer himself like that.
"We'll be out front. The car's waiting so hurry it up." She walked out, pausing by the dining table where the mask laid. "Your work is impeccable as always. Little wonder why you're so sought after."
It was strange how she phrased it, it was as though the whole world was trying to recruit him. Which led him to question Vermouth what she meant by that.
"Quite literally." She answered, "you're," she gestured towards the mask, "is something that both sides would want."
Kaito frowned at the strange turn of phrase until he came to the realisation that he was currently been searched after, by both the law and the lawless. It could mean that Shinichi has likely put the police alert on his missing status. That or his detective had managed to have his hands in many pots and recalled many favours to scour information about his current whereabouts. In either case, it meant that Kaito did not have enough time to play it safe.
'No wonder Rum locked the door then.' The man probably want to keep Kaito indoors, just in case anyone else spotted him roaming the area. With street cameras everywhere, and with his detective's insane computer skills, if he had access to such footages, it would have been an easy task to follow Kaito through surveillance videos.
Pulling on the mask and his chosen outfit, which was a standard business suit with a dark knee length pencil skirt that showed off his pale white legs, loose white blouse, and a tailored jacket, Kaito checked himself in front of the mirror to adjust the long brunette hair just a shade darker than his own natural colour. He pulled out a pair of brown colour contacts, easily slipping it on, and blinked out the strange dryness. In front of him no long stood Kuroba Kaito but an ordinary office secretary with high cheekbones, well sculpted lips, and large eyes that could charm any man she wanted.
"Now that's more like it." It took Kaito several minutes to warm up his voice enough to say it correctly using the character voice. "Let's see, everything looks good then." He smiled at his reflection, once playful and once more seductive. Satisfied with how he looked and sounded, he walked towards the front of the apartment, remembering to grab the transceiver and the keys on the way. A nice pair of heels had been set out for him, no doubt the work of Vermouth. Kaito took a moment to inspect the pair of shoes, remembering how his detective had once stuck a tracker on the sole of a pair of shoes and tracked, as well as listening into conversations, of the unsuspecting victim. He went over every inch, including the inside of the shoes.
Vermouth's impatience at Kaito's sluggishness bled through from the other side of the door through a series of sharp knocks.
"Right right." Kaito replied, confident that the pair of heels were only just man-made leather without a trace of electronics.
"You're taking too long." The sense of irritation evident only through her voice. In her eyes, it held a twinkle of amusement, as though she found it highly amusing that Kaito would need to take so long.
"Your fault." Kaito stated in his now feminine voice.
"Oh?" Unfortunately, her voice held no remorse and she strode away in a brisk pace. Kaito followed sedately, his pair of heels clicking on the concrete ground.
The car parked outside of the building looked the same as the ones Kaito had been on, with its darkly tinted windows that were definitely bulletproof and equally sturdy steel doors. The driver stepped out of the car the moment they exited the building, holding the door to the front passenger seat out for Vermouth and bringing it to a close before repeating the same motion for Kaito using the back passenger doors. Kaito could not help but frown at this.
The inside of the car reminded Kaito of Jii's car, both having the same leather seat and the glass panel separating the front and back of the car. The difference was in the locked windows and the small vents at the base of the back window. While many may wonder the reason for the strange placement of air-conditioning vents, Kaito was sure it was for the ease of pumping gas to the passenger. He could not help but wonder whether Vermouth had been given an order to drug Kaito on the pretense of bringing him out for the mission.
"Oh, don't you worry your pretty head." Vermouth turned around to address Kaito as though hearing his thoughts. "We're not that desperate yet." The accompanying smile made Kaito shiver. But he read the underlying message, that they were going to drug Kaito at some point. Fortunately, Kaito had developed a healthy dose of resistance to many chemicals, which is good for not falling unconscious at the most inopportune times but it makes it that much more dangerous for Kaito if he was seriously injured because of the ineffectiveness of anesthetics.
"But you won't hesitate to push that little button on the front dashboard when you're required to, right?" Kaito could just barely see the near-invisible decal above the glove compartment. "If I ever pose a threat?"
"Then are you a threat?" The hint of danger underneath her eyes dared Kaito to answer. But Kaito knew better than to joke around at a time like this.
"Uncle wanted me to complete a task for him. Surely you wouldn't risk his ire now would you?" Kaito leaned back, daring Vermouth to push that button and render him helpless under her guard. He let his eyes close, appearing to the world he was as relaxed as he could be though in actuality his mind was running through the possibility of breaking the glass between them.
With a huff, Vermouth turned her attention back to the front of the car and Kaito knew he had won this round. Inconspicuously, Kaito tucked his hand into his skirt's pocket, fingering the small metallic button. Now that he was outside, it was possible for his detective to track him. He only hoped that Shinichi could be there in time to intercept whatever information he could find and bring it back to the authorities. Kaito was in a prime position to pass information, and he had much to share with Shinichi. Though finding chance for it is another problem altogether.
-TBC-
