Two months suddenly passed since I published the first chapter. I apologiese for that sincerly, it was never my intention of spending more then a week on the last part. However, I still really dislike this part, despite being mostly done since before the first one was published. I looked back on it this morning for the first time in two months to finish it out of guilt of keeping everyone waiting. It turned far more angsty-er than I originally planned.

Once again I want to stress that, if you like the ending of chapter one, don't read this one. I don't like it, however I did make several promises of publishing it, even if I have been going back and forward on whether I should when I am not remotely happy with it. I just want to get it out of my way.

Also, its still not betaed. All writing mistakes are mine and mine alone.

All recognizable dialoge is taken from 'the Lost ship in the sky'.

The scene starts immediately after Kaitou KID's disappearance. The whole fic was supposed to be published as one.

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Conan slummed back into the seat and covered his head with a hand. Emotions spun around him in a nauseating effect. He did not know what to think or what to feel. He was tired – throat dry. He stirred after a couple of minutes, sliding of the armchair. One thing he knew for certain was that he did not want to be alone right now. Too many questions over Kaitou KID's behaviour.

Leaving the room, Conan made a beeline to the bathroom. Finding a chair, he started to wash his face and gurgle water. No matter how many times he did it he could not swallow away the taste of the thief on his tongue. A shudder raked through him. He covered his face with his hand. What had happened today? – No, he did not want to know he decided. He was going to supress this as just another moment of how awful his life was as Conan.

He crouched over the sink and pressed his chin against the cold surface of the sink. Let's not think about it right now. Too soon. He bit his lip. He should avoid the thief, never go to another heist. He screwed his eyes shut tightly. Damnit. He wanted answers. He wanted to know why.

Surely, no one in their right mind would commit such actions. KID had proved on multiple occasions to be mentally unbalanced. Only someone on the wrong side of eccentrics would ever fantasies about jumping off tall buildings or steal treasures wearing a ridiculous outfit, least of all do it. Conan could never have predicted KID's unstable mental health. Perhaps he should have seen it coming, that was who the midnight magician was. Unpredictable and erratic. The very attributes that made the chase so thrilling.

But this? Conan could never have predicted his. It was wrong on a whole new level.

Could it be that KID suffer from biastophilia and paedophilia? If that was the case then the thief had to be caught soon before this escalated. He needed help. Conan would make sure of it. He clenched his fingers tight. Another wave of nausea raked through him at the thought. Had he only played a part in KID's sick fantasies as a random stranger? He had threatened to molest Ran if the detective did not comply with his demands.

He felt sick and disgusted, filthy. There had been regret in KID's eyes. There had never been any reports on anyone being abused by the phantom thief before. So the magician knew what he was doing was wrong and Conan had been his first victim? They could work with that, help him before it was too late.

Just not right now, he needed to – needed some time. He swallowed thickly. He needed a drink and see Ran to make sure she was alright. The poor girl had been through too much terror enough for a day. That settled, he lifted his head off the cold surface and left the bathroom.

He located Sonoko and the others – minus Ran – in the dining hall. Mitsuhiko, Genta and Ayumi looked to be puzzling over another one of Professor Agasa's lame quizzes. He wandered over to Sonoko.

"Hey, Sonoko-neechan, where's Ran-neechan?"

The young heiress blinked down at him. A crease furrowed between her eyebrows. "Come to think of it. She left a while ago. I assumed she was going to the bathroom or check in on you. But..."

Conan's stomach dropped. Why did Ran have to be AWOL now? He rubbed a hand across his jaw. Should he go looking for her? KID was probably long gone by now, but just to make sure?

Haibara turned to regard him with a bemused expression. Her lips twitched upwards. "She went up by the elevator. Perhaps she went to see KID?"

The detective froze. Eyes growing wide. Panicked throbbed in his throat. She – he – they couldn't.

"What?!"

Something must have flashed in his eyes as Sonoko stood immediately. He did not spare a glance to her as he spun around to sprint out the door. He felt every beat of his heart painfully. He had to get to Ran before KID –. That lying bastard. He had not kept his promise. Then all that had been for nothing.

He should have been able to do something before it had raced out of hand, an icy voice in the back of his head whispered. If he had been smarter he would have been able to stop it before it had ever transpired. But a part of him had trusted the thief. Thought he would never act upon such dark desires – least of all have them. Conan was supposed to be a genius at reading body language and figuring out people's motives. However, once again he had fallen victim against a devious ploy due to his arrogance.

I'm Kudou Shinichi, I will never be hurt, he thought bitterly, I'm Kudou Shinichi, I will never again be caught unawares. Pathetic, he could not even keep his promises to himself, to never let Ran get hurt again because of his mistakes.

It was unforgivable.

Reaching the elevator he smashed the button hard with his palm. Every second that passed felt like an eternity as the despair twirled through him. Behind his eyes pictures of Ran and KID flashed. Please, please don't. He felt nauseated. Ran was not strong enough to go through something like that. She was pure.

The elevator finally dinged and he ran through the open doors. He noticed with bewilderment that Sonoko had followed him. Where would KID had gone? The roof? Somewhere with an open ceiling. He closed his eyes fractionally. The elevator had been on floor six. Everyone else was in the dining hall. They have to be there. He clicked the button.

The detective twitched nervously as the lift started. He swallowed thickly. What sight would they encounter? Ran and KID in an awkward position? He shivered again and pushed down the thought. He could not afford panicking. He might just be overthinking this and he would find Ran alone on the observation deck.

Please be alone.

The small hope wilted a moment later as the elevator door dinged open. Just a few meters across the room stood KID and Ran intimidatingly close. The moon shone down on them, bathing them in the natural blue light.

Ran seemed to have heard them coming as she turned around. A gasp echoed in surprise. "Conan-kun?"

The detective took a second to survey the room before running in their direction. Anger flushed in his cheek. "KID! You bastard." Pain churned in his stomach. Why had he not just left like he had promised? Why did he had to get Ran involved with this? At least the girl did not sound distressed just irked and surprised.

Relief flooded through him. At least she would be alright. That however, did not bode well in regards to KID. Only children then? Could explain why had been holding on to Conan so tightly under the gliding ride. He shook his head sharply, getting rid of the horrid speculation. Now was not the time. He tried picking up speed to desperately get to them.

The phantom thief sent him an unreadable look before it smoothed out into the usual KID grin as he turned towards Ran. "That's right, I'm not a detective but a thief." The magician kneeled down on one knee, taking Ran's hand in his and gave it a kiss. "Stealing is what thieves do best."

The voice barely reached Conan, growing louder at each step he took.

KID turned his head marginally, his eyes darting towards the small detective. Their gaze met for a fraction of a second – one with a sad wistfulness, the other with anger.

"Even if it's a person's heart."

The phantom thief stood quickly and pulled out his grabbling-hook. He gave a slight wave and disappeared just as Conan reached the spot he had been standing previously.

The small detective heaved in breaths as he stared after the thief. Damnit. He grabbed his hair – yanking on it painfully. His heart hammered in his chest. He had to catch the thief. He needed help. Whatever reasons KID had for stealing, an eccentric form of kleptomania and/or a compulsive lying disorder, with this he would only escalate. What would be next? Murder? KID had to be caught, and soon at that.

Everything had seemed normal just a few hours ago when he had been in KID's company. There had been no enmity between them as they set plans on stopping the terrorists. The thief had showed his wit and cleverness, only a few teasing comments had been shared between them. How could Conan have misread KID's friendliness to such an extent? Though he had never opposed to the dangerous plans, he had felt the thief's eyes monitoring him to be reassured of his safety. A side-effect of being in the body of a child he had been certain of. How could Conan have missed such sinister intentions?

Conan's stomach churned painfully. Kaitou KID never made anything easy. Nothing made any sense. KID had to be seriously ill, there was no doubt about it.

Sonoko finally reached them and clasped her hands while sighing dreamingly. "KID-sama! He's so cool."

Ran's eyes darted in her direction. She harrumphed. "You are saying that even after he did that to me…"

Conan froze, breath hitching in his throat. Had he been too late? He spun in her direction to stare at her with wide eyes. She did not look upset, only vexed. Her clothing did not have creasing that suggested anything had been removed – neither were her make-up smeared. The only out of place was a wrinkle on her skirt covering her behind.

"What is 'that'?" he swallowed down the panic and hurt in his chest. If KID had hurt her – sick or not – he would never forgive him.

Ran peered down at him and parted her lips to respond. Her eyes darted to her hand and she widened them in surprise. "Lady sky! KID returned it."

The detective ignored her trying to change the subject. He forced on a childish expression to keep down the concern. "Ne, ne. what did KID do to you?"

The girl seemed hesitating. "Well," she started slowly, eyebrows knitting. "It's something Shinichi wouldn't do."

Conan blinked in puzzlement. Something he would not do? His stomach dropped marginally. "Why?" Desperation crept into his voice. He needed to know. He wanted to know if KID had – "Why is it something that Shinichi-niichan wouldn't do? Why do you think that?"

Ran softened and she leaned down. "Well," she froze, eyes growing wide as something akin to puzzled panic flashed across her face. She stood up quickly. "Well, that's because. Not because I like him! Don't get me wrong." She spun around, her gait long as she started towards the elevator.

Sonoko blinked in confusion. "Huh?"

"Wait, Ran-neechan!" He did not try to keep his desperation hidden. What did she mean? What was going on? He did not get any answer to any of his questions as the girl left.

The detective's head dropped in exhaustion. Too many questions boiled in his chest. He was just so tired. This day had been an emotional wreck. He just wanted it to end without any more surprises. He could not deal what had already transpired. He felt dirty and sick, and worried.

Most of all he just wanted to get the picture of Kaitou KID's crestfallen expression out of his head.