A/N: this chapter has been planned for a while (minus one certain detail, lol) but you know you have it bad, when all you can think about while writing a certain line is a certain someone's laughter. Either way, I hope you enjoy this chapter. I feel the beginning is a bit awkward, but I got into the groove of things once again later. Also, kinda filler-ish with some important plot for later on.
Chapter Sixty; Transmogrification Arc
News of the heist spread like wild fire.
Speculations as to why KID had decided to team up with a new thief were thrown around in social media while the police force was in chaos. Nakamori-keibu was a wreck, perpetually stressing over KID's lone wolf act ending, only to join a thief that was; one: not as courteous, two: more unpredictable, and three: seemingly willing to use violence against possible pursuers (because of the stupid Pari Passu heist). I had to admit, I hadn't expected nearly as much uproar about it but I guess that goes to show you just how unprepared I was.
Reading through the theories and comments could either be traumatizing or downright amusing. There were speculations on whether I was male or female and since I kept Jester's appearance somewhat non-binary, the police couldn't confirm or deny either (though they had come to the general theory that I was female). People were wondering if I was KID's child or lover or sibling – there were people who were willing to accept me after they got to know me and there were others that were putting out there that they would outright deny my existence if I was KID's female lover; however, they were still open to my partnership if I fit their criteria.
Honestly, KID's fans were either sweetly accepting and/or open – or they were extreme fangirls of crazy proportions. There seemed to be no in-between.
In another note, it seemed like Jester already had a fanbase. I know what you're thinking – this was only my fourth heist (media had learned about Icarus' Wings going missing from the chairman's estate and Spider had oh-so-kindly left a note in my handwriting). But, somehow people were already fanning over Jester's visage. I was almost the complete opposite of KID – if I left notes, they were vague and unfair, I used potentially harming stun grenades, and sometimes I took more than I had said I would. While KID was seen and loved as a chivalrous thief, Jester was slowly becoming loved for being playfully rebellious.
A lot of people assumed I stole things for the thrill of bothering the cops – and I couldn't exactly say they were wrong – and somehow they'd come up with the fancy image of a handsome teenage boy that was bored and too smart for his own good. When these rumors had come out, I had nervously ignored Conan staring at the back of my head in class because if he knew, I was freaking screwed to the moon and back.
It seemed to be the most widely spread consensus that Jester was a young male, with dark hair and eyes, a mask, (kind of) unpractical clothing, and an everlasting Cheshire grin. I had to admit: the fan drawings some people had made were good-looking, the outfits more creative and (kind of) more practical for sneaking around in (since they drew Jester with darker shades of clothing with only sprinkles of white).
I had nearly choked on my own spit, though, when I saw several shipping pictures of their male avatar of Jester together with KID – together together, if you know what I mean.
After I'd gotten over my shock, I had laughed for about half an hour in The Den, thinking of KID's possible reaction to the pictures. I couldn't deny it – Jester's avatar looked good with KID's and if I wasn't about to exploit that to get accepted by the rest of KID's fans (and to please my own tiny fanbase) than my name wasn't Koizumi Midori.
That's how I ended up at Akako's mansion, giving her the most appeasing smile I could muster up.
She was glaring at me over the pages of the large grimoire she was once again reading through. She'd been reading it a lot more lately, probably trying to look for something to deal with my current turning-into-a-youkai body. As the days went by, there were some subtle differences. I could feel certain things I hadn't before, could sometimes see flickers of things that weren't there, could sometimes read words that otherwise looked like nonsense. While the pendant Osamu gave me kept the changes at bay, they were still prominently there.
"No."
I blinked. "Wait, what? I haven't even said anything!"
Her lips twisted downwards into an annoyed frown that she somehow still kept attractive-looking. "I don't even have to be told what you're about to ask me because that idiotic look on your face says it all." She huffed, peering down at me like I was some particularly dumb creature.
"Ruuude," I dragged out before giving her another pleading look, "Please, Akako-neesan! Just this one thing and I won't bother you for another two months!" Probably. "It's something I need for my upcoming heists."
That seemed to get her attention and she placed her book down onto the coffee table. She crossed her legs with a sigh. "What could possibly be so important that you'd practically plead for me to help you out?" Her tone was thoroughly exasperated.
I just went for it.
"From now on, Jester has to be male."
There was a long silence, like time had frozen for a moment before she was laughing, a cackling sound that sent shivers down my back and my hair standing on end. "Is this about the avatar your fan base has created in your vague image?" She laughed and she was thoroughly amused, damn it. It was kind of surprising that she'd read articles about me, though – I was actually kind of touched. "You want to fulfill their wishes?" She let out another degrading laugh.
Heat blazed up my neck to my cheeks to the tips of my ears. This was actually a bit embarrassing. "W-Well, there's that and the fact that it looks like I'll be less threatened as a guy by KID's side." I explained, "Plus, what better way to hide my identity than being a completely different gender?"
Still looking down at me over her nose, smirking, she gave a thoughtful hum. "I suppose that would be a good way to hide your identity." I straightened a bit in pride that she actually agreed with me on something. "And you already have a knack to…adjusting to different forms, so I suppose adding one other won't do too much strain on you." My not-sister already seemed to be contemplating different ways to create the shapeshifting accessories, getting up and starting to gather supplies; assortments of differing herbs and other questionable looking things in bottles. I tried not to think too hard about it.
"Does that mean you'll do it? You'll make another changing bracelet?" My mouth stretched into a grin. This was great! This way, I would be able to please the audience, hide my identity better, and escape the bitter clutches of horrid fangirls who would rip me apart if I was a girl – it was a win, win, win situation.
Heading out the door of the living room, she beckoned me over with a toss of her red hair over her shoulder. "To warn you beforehand, if I make the bracelet for you, your eyes will be opened while you're in male form. Are you still willing of coming with me?" Her eyes were laughing.
I hesitated for a moment before following her down the hall to the stairs leading down to her underground dungeon.
ooOOoo
It was the night of the heist, February 14th, and I was ready to rumble. On my wrist, accompanying my blue transformer bracelet was another bracelet – it was slightly thick, made of leather, and fastened tightly to the bone of my wrist. Etched in the dark leather were engravings of letters that would've looked nonsensical and strange if my eyes weren't currently a dark pink like Yoshiaki's. I glanced into the mirror I had in The Den one more time, checking to make sure everything was in place.
Before me stood a boy clad in Jester's new outfit. It consisted of checkered leggings, black cargo shorts, a loose striped shirt, a short black cape, and a pair of white boots. I'd discarded the hat and blank white half-mask in turn for an intricately designed black-and-white voodoo mask that covered most of the right half of my face. The hat had been inconvenient from the start, anyways, and my identity was safer now that I was a guy, so I felt okay to let more of my features show. My short messy hair was now curled a bit, still the same length but looking more hunky than girly and my face was a bit more angular. I still held a somewhat feminine look but it was more 'pretty boy' than anything – lashes still long and eyes still outlined with eyeliner, but face noticeable male. My chest was now completely flat and I had some…male pieces I would never dare touch or look at if I could help it, but I was still myself.
A genderbent version of myself.
My guy-twin in the mirror grinned in succession with me, a cocky lopsided grin. "This is so surreal," I laughed and my voice was Jester's deeper, scratchy tone. It was natural, though – no more strain on the vocal cords. This was beautiful. Best decision in my life, if I have to be honest.
Shaking my head, I got back into gear, grabbing my gear and clipping my pouch to my waist before heading out to begin the heist.
Another good thing about this guy version of myself: since KID hadn't gotten quite a good look at the female Jester, he wouldn't notice a thing.
ooOOoo
The owner of the mansion, Takayoshi, was prideful of his security system. While he did accept help from Nakamori-keibu and the Kaitou KID taskforce (and holy crap, this was actually happening), he absolutely refused to allow them be stationed outside his house. He wanted to test his security system with one of the best thieves in the world and if we did manage to get in, the taskforce would be waiting on guard for us inside. It was kind of unnerving, seeing the seemingly unguarded mansion just sitting there, waiting to be broken into.
While normally, I would've been a bit concerned as to how I was going to pull this off, this time it would be smooth sailing. With a short buzz of radio static in my right ear, KID's voice transferred over to me through the wiretap. "'Kay, I disabled the security cameras, but the taskforce is being held back by Takayoshi, so we're free to move in."
"Roger~"
Straightening from my crouch just inside the mansion's yard, hidden in thick bushes where the cameras hadn't reached, I began to boldly walk up to the mansion. KID and I had mutually decided to just enter our own way and meet in the basement where the vault was. Personally, I think it was a good idea – we didn't have to worry about accidently clashing and this way, I didn't have to be inconspicuous about my use of the 1st Pentacle of the Moon. Not that I would have, anyway, but it was better to keep KID comfortable around me.
Pulling a couple stun grenades from my pouch, I sauntered up the steps to the front door, pulling on noise-cancelling earmuffs and sunglasses that I'd found after finally braving the 'EPLOSIVES' boxes in The Den, before pulling it open easily. "Honey, I'm home~!" I cheered, a manic laugh escaping me as I stared at the shocked faces of the on-guard officers there. It doesn't look like they expected me to just waltz in. My eyes spotted Nakamori-keibu, where he had seemingly been arguing with Takayoshi, who was looking quite shocked on the living room's couch. The target of me waltzing in – the opening into the vent system – was just to the left of me, just within grasping reach.
The mansion was beautiful, with large chandeliers hanging overhead and marble flooring. I was momentarily distracted before officer's charging at me with the inspector's shouting face in the background had me quickly tossing the tiny grenades in my hand in a direction where there were generally no people – didn't want anyone getting hurt, after all.
Unaffected by the bright flashes and bangs that rang off one-by-one, I jogged past all the officers that were stumbling around blind to the vent opening. The cover easily released and I hurried to hoist myself in, covering the entrance back up so that they couldn't tell where I'd went. I let out a small sigh of relief as I shuffled further into the ventilation system. While I hadn't enjoyed crawling through vents before, it was kind of comforting to be back in them again, completely isolated from the chaos that was no doubt going to ensue after that entrance. Knowing that this space would usually be too cramped for others was a bonus, too – they wouldn't check the vents simply because they thought I wouldn't be able to maneuver through it, but I could manage it.
Removing my earmuffs and sunglasses, I followed the blueprint's vent system down to the basement, squeezing through the cold metal surrounding me carefully. It was a long and silent journey, with the exception of KID's voice sometimes rumbling quietly in my ear – something about heading to check the basement with a couple other officers. He'd obviously decided to go with the normal disguise-route.
With one last tumble down a sharp downward route, I finally reached the exit of the vent that entered the basement. My eyes peeked through the thin slits, assessing the situation, before I shrugged to myself. Might as well just dive right in. "Going in now," I whispered quietly to the wiretap. A moment before I was about to just burst out of the vent, like in the Ruspoli Sapphire heist, KID's voice cut me off. "I'm about to enter and gas the room, so put a mask on," KID's voice crackled over the line.
"Oh. Thanks for the heads-up," I laughed quietly, reaching down and taking out the gasmask he'd provided for me earlier. It fit snugly over the bottom half of my face without messing with my mask and I swiveled my body so that my feet were aiming for the vent opening.
"One, two…,"
"Three!"
Metal clashed across the ground and I landed in a crouch on the smooth marble flooring of the basement. There was a brief moment of officers scrambling to tackle me before there was suddenly a large cloud of white smoke drifting upwards from the ground. Panic and then bodies slumping over, unconscious. My eyes darted over to KID, who offered a quick grin while in his police uniform before pulling a swift clothes-switch into his white suit and top hat. A short moment of waiting for the gas to dissipate and then we were both pulling off our respective gasmasks. I let out an appreciative breath.
"You changed outfits," KID noted under the bright lights. It was still kinda surreal to be next to him, talking to him, while he was in this…form of himself. He was kind of ethereal, even when not under the light of the moon. His dress shoes tapped as he walked up to me, seemingly assessing me. He looked a bit confused. "Hm, it looks nice. Though, now that I see you in brighter lighting without a hat…," His lips pursed, "I have to offer you my apologies. I had assumed you were female from your slight figure and feminine features."
Oh, so he did notice something. Should've expected that – he was the freakin' Kaitou KID.
Letting out a raucous laugh, I gave him a toothy smile. "That's quite alright! That just means I have the makings of a bishounen~!" A kiss was blown in his direction with a cheeky wink and I was practically rolling with laughter as he gave a small, embarrassed blush – probably recalling all the times he'd tried flirting with Jester. Feeling the need to ease his uncomfortableness, I added. "In your defense, Noriko is a female's name. I supposed you can call me 'Nao' from now on, if it makes you more comfortable~"
"Your sense of humor is as ironic as ever," KID snickered, giving my hair a short ruffle and I sent him a shark's grin before we both turned our attention to the vault.
Without any initiative, I grasped the handle and pulled it open, as if it had never been locked in the first place. Honestly, Ryo and Minoru's gift had to be the best thing ever – there was literally nothing that I couldn't get due to security. I peered inside the vault, eyes wandering around the various paintings and other valuables in search of the Azurite Rose. KID walked right into the vault, beginning to search through the belongings.
"Hmm, some of these are nice," I hummed, entering the vault with my hands brushing along everything inside. Geez, rich people. Why buy things if you were just going to lock them away in a vault for no one to see them? It seemed a bit pointless to me – I almost felt obligated to free the items from the clutches of unappreciative ownership.
As if sensing my wayward thoughts, KID gave a small laugh. "Well, if you're thinking of taking anything else, make sure it's small enough to bring into the vent with you." He sent an amused smile at me over his shoulder as his fingers continued to open and close cases. "I'm surprised you even fit in there. Wouldn't it have been easier to just disguise yourself?"
Unscrupulously snatching two shiny silver bracelets from one of the shelves and stuffing them into the pockets of my cargo shorts, I shrugged. "Disguising's not my specialty," more like not a talent of mine at all, but… "Plus, sneaking around in the vents is how I always pictured thieves and it amuses me." I snickered. "Either that, or coming down from the ceiling all ninja-like, but seeing as we're in a basement, that was kinda a bust, ya know?" And I now had a slight fear of falling since my first heist, but he didn't need to know about that blackspot on my record.
Kid gave another smooth chuckle before he clicked his tongue in satisfaction. "Found it~" There was the short sound of a glass case being carefully pried open and then he turned to me, holding the dark blue mineral shaped like a rose in-between his gloved fingers. "As we agreed, since you planned this heist, it's all yours." He handed me the gem and I carefully wrapped it in a cloth before placing it in my pouch. He gave me a smirk, "No more planning heists for now, though – I'll plan the next one. I have an idea that will give the police a hard time!" He sounded far too happy with himself and as I felt my excitement rising for his heist, I felt the need to shove my face into a wall. I was turning into a common klepto, it seems. I couldn't really bring myself to really care, though.
"M'kay, fine with me~!" I rocked back onto my heels, giving him a thumbs-up before hurrying out of the safe. "We should go now because I'm pretty sure they'll be waking any moment and Nakamori-keibu will break down the door soon. I'm honestly surprised he didn't come with your group when you came." Curiosity leaked through my tone as I checked the people unconscious around us. Nakamori-keibu was clearly not in the room.
"I managed to convince him that the only current threat was you, since it wasn't the specified time on the note I sent in. You came in a couple minutes earlier." He said with a grin. "It was the truth, but by the time we reached the basement, it was already the correct time."
"You sent in your own note?" That was news to me.
"It seemed appropriate."
I gave a small noise of acknowledgement before giving him a salute. "Well, I'll be on my way~! I'll be going straight home today, so we'll meet up later, 'kay? I'll give ya a call t'morrow!" With that brief farewell, I was back in the vent, travelling my way upwards to where I'd exit from the roof.
ooOOoo
Getting up to the roof was a pain in the ass. Really, what had I been thinking when I had made this plan? Going down vents was easy enough, but going up one? It was like trying to do the monkey-bars upside down – thoroughly unpleasant, I tell you. By the time I reached the roof, I was not only breathless, but my knees were sore from crawling around in the metal. Worst. Idea. Ever.
With a groan, I exited the vent system, plopping down onto the clay roof tiles. The moon hung overhead, a crescent that appeared to laugh at my misfortune. Stars dotted the sky and I took a moment to appreciate the view before sitting up. If I waited here any longer, the cops would probably find me, just chilling on the roof like an idiot. Yeah, no thanks.
Pulling out my mountain climber's cable, I hurried to wrap it around the chimney. Once, twice, three times – and I decided it was sturdy enough with a harsh yank on it. Biting my lip a bit pensively, I chanced a glance down to the ground and in hindsight that was probably the dumbest thing I could've done. A cracking sound that split through the air – ringing and chiming like shattering glass – pierced my ears and I turned to look.
My breath caught. There was a freakin' hole in the sky. The hell?
I didn't have much time to contemplate what the heck was going on, though, because a second later, a figure came dashing out of the weird space-crack-thing and crashed into me with a painful jolt of electricity. My body twitched (ow, that hurts) but that wasn't what I was concerned about. Since I hadn't been ready to suddenly be rammed into and I had yet to connect myself to the cable, I lost my balance.
My feet stumbled backwards before I was tipping over. Then I was falling again – and really, this was a sign because this was just plain bad luck.
Wind rushed past my ears and holy shit, this time I really was going to die! KID would hear of his partner's untimely death and Akako would probably laugh at me because she knew I already had a bad experience with heights. As the ground rushed ever closer, I may or may not have let out a really girlish shriek. My eyes widened from their shut state because if I was going to die, I wanted to be able to see the world one last time.
Instead of the pretty star-filled night sky, there was another person falling towards me. They were wearing a black winter coat with the hood up (the ones with faux fur lining the edges). A windbreaker a scarf covered the lower half of their face while darkness and shadows shrouded the top half. Gloves covered their palms and they were wearing snow boots. I blinked in mild confusion as they arched perfectly in the air for the least wind resistance and then they reached me, grasping my arm and pulling me into a bridal hold.
For a moment, my thoughts only consisted of 'aren't they too warm in that?' before we landed harshly on the ground, the figure holding me landing nearly on their feet. I'm pretty sure it was a guy. Either that, or they were an insanely flat-chested woman.
The man clad in winter clothing gently placed me back on my feet and I was hit with the reality of the situation.
I had just been saved from becoming a Jester-pancake by an anonymous Eskimo.
My life was weird.
"Um," My voice tumbled out of my tight throat because wow, I'd almost died…again. Rooftops weren't made for people like me, I guess. "T-Thank you." Almost instantly, I felt like shoving my head into the brick mansion I just fell from; that had been completely out-of-character for Jester. I cleared my throat before offering the man a grin. "What I meant was: thank you very much for saving me. It would've put quite a dent into my plans to end up a beautiful, red stain~!" There. Better.
The guy shifted and I caught a brief view of golden eyes obscured by long bangs as he snickered before looking up to his companion still on the roof, the one who'd knocked into me and sent me spiraling to my doom. They were also wearing winter clothes, dressed head-to-toe in clothing far too warm to be comfortable in. The weird space-crack-thing had closed by now and I was almost led to believe I'd hallucinated the whole thing, other than the fact that these people were obviously not human. There was no possible way to land safely on the ground after jumping from the roof of a three story mansion with a person in your arms unless you were Superman or something. Considering their clothing lacked any outward underwear, they obviously weren't.
I was just about to open my mouth to question the people whether I'd gone crazy when the most unpleasant voice in the world spoke up behind me. "Well, well, this is a bit of surprise, isn't it, kitten?" The voice drawled and my body tensed as the words Osamu had told me echoed in my brain – "Oh, and if you run into that friend of yours, do be careful. They'll probably try to inject more magic into your already unstable body, slowly and unnoticeably, and that could force more changes, which would make more problems for me."
The man in front of me bristled, a weird hiss sound escaping his mouth and woah, his canines looked a bit too sharp for me to feel comfortable standing so close to him. I shuffled uncomfortably, stuck between a rock and a hard place before I decided that Spider was the bigger threat. This strange man had saved me, after all, and Osamu had looked murderous when he'd told me to be careful; I wasn't sure if that was directed at me or the arachnid freak, but I wasn't going to take any chances.
"Well, well, look who decided to show up to the party," My tone was like acid as I sassed at him, glaring. The blond bastard was giving me a smug smirk that made me want to go back up to the roof with him and let him fall off it. Granted, it probably wouldn't kill him, but it'd still be hella satisfying.
"I do love to crash in without invitation," he snarked back, "Especially if I know I'm going to run into someone particularly interesting." His tongue darted out to his lips, as if he'd just eaten something delicious before he purred, "Turns out, tonight, I get two for one." He's such a creeper…
With a frown, I planted my feet. Maybe I can distract him by pushing this guy at him and then making a mad dash for the crowd outside Takayoshi's estate gates. It was a bit far-fetched, but it was still worth a try. Unfortunately, I didn't get the chance. The Eskimo beside me had apparently decided he didn't like the arachnid freak and pushed me behind him, another one of those weird hiss sounds leaving his throat. Spider looked less than entertained with the man, a displeased scowl marring his face.
"Move, brat," he spat, his nicer appearance flickering before being replaced. The spider tattoo above his left eye seemed to shine in the lack of lighting. The dark Columbian blue eyes drifted over to me, glinting malevolently. "You're not the one I want right now." And if that didn't give me the heebie-jeebies than nothing did.
"Spurious should stay out of the way," the Eskimo growled out in a scratchy voice that was somehow pleasant to listen to – like ocean waves crashing over a rocky bank. His choice of words confused me, though. What the heck was a spurious?
Spider didn't seem the least bit intimidated. In fact, he relaxed and gave a lazy smirk. One of his fingers swayed side-to-side as he tsked the man. "Now, don't be rash. One false move could possibly jeopardize your precious person's existence, you know?" He glanced briefly at the other person on the roof knowingly. What I could see of the man's face suddenly turned distraught as he debated his options. Finally, he took a few steps behind me once more, walking backwards. He had conceded.
The other person on the roof took that as their cue to jump off the roof, as well – landing in a perfected crouch. One blue eye peeked out at me from behind messy bangs before the other Eskimo turned to Spider and very slowly raised their gloved-hand. The middle finger was raised prominently in the midst of a fist.
I gaped.
This random Eskimo had just flipped off the bane of my current existence.
With the deed done, the Eskimo turned and darted away in the direction of Takayoshi's mansion, their companion hesitating for a moment before following shortly after. Just as I remembered I'd turned my back on Goldilocks, he was in front of me, grinning with his elongated canines. As my hand lashed out, he caught my wrist in a painful grip and I just knew that was going to bruise.
"You–!"
I couldn't even finish my sentence because he snapped his fingers and everything went black.
ooOOoo
I woke up later in The Den, back in my female body. While the transformation-bracelet Akako had made me was effective, it only lasted for six hours. The sun was rising over the horizon, glinting off the edges of the broken glass shards scattered about the room. The Azurite Rose sat neatly in my pouch, the only evidence that the completely surreal night had indeed taken place.
I jolted, looking over my body to spot any noticeable differences. The only thing I could spot at the moment was Spider's palm print indented onto my left wrist, but it was already fading due to the healing necklace from Akako I had taken to wearing whenever I went out to heists now – it was more convenient that way.
Sighing in silent relief, I stretched and put the target of the night with my other gems, along with the two bracelets I'd taken merely for amusement's sake, and then began to get changed for the day.
It was only when Erise said I seemed different that day did I notice my nails coloring to a dull grey, despite not painting them over. The glamor Osamu had given me was failing, being overpowered. I'd panicked for about half a second before glossing it over with a huge drink of strawberry lemonade and then proceeding to ask Erise to kill time with me at the movies. Out of sight, out of mind, right?
Still, the stupid arachnid had managed to make another change and being on the losing side of a war was spiteful.
Spider: 2.
Me: 0.
…I really hoped Osamu had been referring to him, not me.
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Note(s):
NAO meaning "honest" (直) – Japanese unisex name.
Note end.
Well, since we've finally made it to chapter 60 and since this is the first chapter posted in 2015, have some important plot for later on! Next up after this chapter is Kobayashi-sensei's entrance and some light-hearted fun in a darkened school with the tantei-dan and then some intense Jester & KID vs Conan, in the one-hour special episode "Conan vs Kaitou KID" (dear god, a regular episode is hard enough…wish me luck with this one, www). Hope you enjoy! In other news, I switched out the first "book cover" of Revolver with another. You'll notice Jester's boot (well, sorta, lol), Kin-chan, a spider dangling downward (this almost killed me because I had to look up spider pictures and I'm phobic, haha), and a rain of diamonds in the background of the title. What'dya think?
"Next Conan's Hint: School Infirmary!"