"At the end of the fictional 19th century…" Guys, that's 1850-1899. I'm no weapons expert but it's not hard to know that people back then didn't have guns like we do now. I know it says "fictional" but come on, the only weapons we have seen in D Gray Man are some dinky pistols and Innocence. So, don't get mad at me for having fictional weapon experts get confused over a real life modern sniper rifle bullet.

Also, dang it Jim I'm an author not a Doctor. I plan to do fashion designing and book writing, not medical work. My knowledge of bullet wounds and shattered bones are limited to Google. Do not rely on my probably false fictional medication practices. If you're shot like our favorite thief, go to the frickin' hospital.

All that aside… *deep breath* HOLY SHIZ. I WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS STORY TO BE THIS WELL ACCEPTED. I'm almost in tears. Thank you so much! Anyway, because my best friend likes this story and gave me a bazillion and two ideas and practically ordered me to continue this, here it is. Chapter Two. Nerds.

Disclaimer: Be glad I don't own these two series. They belong to Goddess Hoshino and God Gosho.

Thieving Innocence

Chapter Two

-Jin

Allen sat comfortably in a plastic chair located inside Inspector Galmar's prized holding cells. It was a ridiculous image to behold; seeing all the cells except one filled to the brim with Phantom Thief G suspects would make even Kanda chuckle at the sheer ridiculousness of it.

The one and only cell not filled over the capacity with an absurd amount of lime green was instead housing a single teenage boy clad in white. The boy had been unconscious since he had materialized out of thin air approximately 12 hours ago, so Allen didn't quite yet have an explanation of where he came from, let alone have his name. Two police doctors were currently tending to the gruesome wound on the boy so that Allen and Link could focus on interrogating him when he woke up instead of sewing a wound close.

According to the doctors, the aforementioned wound was definitely caused by a gun. After digging into the entry point and pulling out a wicked looking golden bullet the previous theory had proven itself correct. Although, after consulting with the police stations weapon experts, the bullet was no bullet they had ever seen before.

"It's shape is all wrong for anything we have seen… it's certainly designed to go fast and far, but I can't think of a single gun that would be able to use this kind of bullet."

So, with that dead end to the investigation of 'who in the world is that boy' made known, Allen and Link were forced to just sit awkwardly in the small area filled with way too many most likely innocent suspects. One thing for sure was that the boy was Asian. His features suggest Japanese, but that was impossible. Japan is nothing less than destroyed.

Maybe Kanda and Marie were having more luck with the little boy.

"Um, Er, Mr Exorcist?" Called a timid looking man in a doctor's uniform. His brown eyes avoided Allen's as he made unsure steps towards where Allen was sitting.

Allen, not caring that he was a superior to the man, stood up and made a gentlemanly bow towards the medical man. He ignored the French sputtering that came from the doctor's mouth when he strengthened his posture and politely held out his human hand. "Allen Walker," he said simply when the doctor obliged in a handshake. "Any news?"

The doctor swallowed and pulled out a clip board. "Mr Walker, the patient, besides the obvious gun wound, has a fractured collar bone. Although it is nothing life threatening and is a clean break, so 8 or so weeks in a sling and cast should do the trick. Some pain medication is recommended but not vital to his recovery. We have already stitched and bandaged the wound."

Allen nodded gratefully before the doctor sighed and left to join his partner in packing up their supplies. After the cell was clear except the sleeping form of the strange boy, Allen snuck in to get a closer look. Because of the blood that had soaked the boys clothes, he was shirtless. This allowed Allen to see just how physically fit the boy was. He silently pondered who the boy really was and what he did as the clock ticked and angry suspects grumbled and complained in multiple different languages.

-o-o-o-o-

When Kaito came to, the past events didn't spare him by reminding him gently. No, it was like his memories boarded a train and barged right into his skull amidst fire and maniacal laughing.

The heist. The snipers. Tantei-Kun. A glowing light.

His indigo eyes shot open and before he could actually ponder why his shoulder felt weird, he scrambled upwards into a sitting position.

"Woah!" Came a surprised call from besides Kaito.

Kaito spun his head around to get a look at whoever made the alarmed call and was met with a very peculiar looking teenager. White hair, strange red tattoo looking thing on the left eye, grey eyes. Kaito kept the guy in the corner of his sight while he switched the majority of his attention to the room he was in.

His stomach dropped. A police station cell.

He kept his facial expression neutral as he returned his gaze to the teenage boy who sat in the corner of the cell. His bandaged shoulder and exposed chest didn't escape his notice, but he didn't let it show on his face.

Who was this boy? Had he finally been caught? He didn't recognize the cell… it looked too clean compared to the police station in Ekoda…

And what in the world was the circus in the neighboring cells.

"Oh look, the new guy's awake!" came an excited voice of a lime clad man that was pressed up against the glass to Kaito's left. Kaito narrowed his eyes. French. The man just spoke in French.

"What! Let me see!"

"Sorry about them," the boy in Kaito's cell said bashfully. In English. "They're a little excited that there's a new inmate that's not Phantom Thief G."

Kaito put on a fake smile and remembered all of his English with ease. "That's alright," he said simply, because he didn't really know what else to say. He was a smoother talker in his first tongue. Who was Phantom Thief G? What police station was he at? Where is Nakamori-Keibu? And for heaven's sake why were they speaking in English and French.

The boy stood up from his chair which allowed Kaito to get a full view on the military-esque uniform he was wearing. Albeit, it wasn't any uniform Kaito recognized. "My name is Allen Walker, I'm an exorcist from the Black Order," he said, in a business kind of tone. It didn't sound right being said by such a.. girly sounding voice. But, despite how ridiculous that whole sentence sounded, Kaito took it with a couple grains of salt. He was friends… enemies… frenemies with a witch after all, so something like an exorcist didn't sound too far off. The Back Order raised a few flags in Kaito's mind, he wasn't sure if the flags were red or not but it definitely sounded important. It also sounded like something Tantei-Kun would freak out about… wait. Tantei-Kun!

Kaito jerked his head around in an masked panic to look for the little figure. He cursed silently when the detective was nowhere to be found in his direct line of sight. His head spun around and he put all of his focus on the boy… Allen. He didn't let the pain in his collar slip into his mask as he stared. He stared at Allen with such intensity that the boy shifted nervously on his feet. "Where is he?" Kaito growled. Oops, he meant to be a bit less desperate sounding. He quickly readjusted his mask. "Have you seen a little boy?" There. That was better.

Allen's eyes widened. His mouth opened to say something but whatever words were about to come out were interrupted by the cell door opening with a creak.

"So, you're finally awake."

Kaito's eyes spun around to meet a thankfully more adult looking person dressed similarly to Allen. Although, the newcomer looked just as ridiculous as Allen with his bowl cut bangs and incredibly long hair pulled back into a braid accompanied by two silly looking moles in the center of his forehead. The guy screamed 'sketchy' in Kaito's brain. He was about to ask who the man was, but the question died when he saw what was held in the man's hand.

His monocle.

"Link! I was just about to get you," Allen said even though his tone hinted that he hadn't actually planned on fetching the man.

'Link' made an annoyed snort and glared at Kaito. "The little boy that accompanied you is none of your concern," he said. "All you need to do is answer some of our questions."

Kaito narrowed his eyes at the man and said nothing. Kaito got the feeling that if Allen was good cop, this guy was bad.

Link continued to glare as he held up his hand that was clutching Kaito's monocle. "How did you get this?"

Kaito wanted to raise an eyebrow. Who was this guy? He had just captured the famous Kaitou KID and the first interrogation question was about a clothing item? Where was the 'what's your real name?' or the gloating that KID wasn't as great at escaping as they thought he was? Where was Nakamori-Keibu, Link the wet sandwich was actually making KID question his sanity.

"My monocle?" He asked.

Link's glare somehow intensified. "No," he said as his free hand wrapped around the clover charm. "Where did you get this Innocence?"

Kaito had to dreaming. He was having a hard enough time hiding the pain in his collarbone, the confusion of where he was, and his surprise to the army of weirdos in the other cells. This guy was a category of his own. Innocence? If his clover charm was somehow living, after all the crimes it had accompanied both generations of Kaitou KID on, it certainly was not in any form; innocent.

His emotions must have betrayed him because Allen suddenly spoke up. "Link, I don't think he knows what Innocence is…"

Link narrowed his eyes and lowered his hands. "Fine. Where are you from." It wasn't a question, it was a demand.

"Japan."

Kaito was only trying to infuriate the annoying moled jerk by saying he was from the country they were currently in. But, he didn't get the reaction he was anticipating.

Both Allen and Link's faces went into expressions of shock and disbelief. "B-but that's impossible…" Allen whispered.

Kaito was too surprised by their reactions to notice that Link had marched up to Kaito with a goal. Kaito was suddenly pinned by his shoulders against the cell walls and he squeaked out, to his dismay, when the man's fingers dug into his definitely broken collarbone. The force hit his bandaged gunshot wound against the wall and Kaito was sure it reopened. "Who. Are. You," Link growled.

"K-Kudo Shinichi," Kaito burst out the first name he could think of that wasn't his own.

Link, thankfully, didn't even pause to ponder if the name was real or not. "How could you be from Japan?" He demanded. "Japan is completely destroyed, how could you be from Japan?"

Kaito's eyes widened. "What are you talking about? Japan isn't destroyed!" Kaito felt anger fuel his bloodstream. He quickly shoved Link off of him and he didn't even bother to hide his glare. "Who are you guys and where is this place? What kind of joke is this?!"

Link looked ready to stab something fluffy and cute while Allen's jaw was gaping. "You're.. you're in France..." Allen said slowly.

Kaito let surprise spread on his facial features when he realized that he had no idea how to handle his current situation. Oh where was Conan when one needed him?

End of Chapter Two

How was that? It went in a completely different direction than where I originally intended. So! Next time, we get some Conan and Kanda interaction.

A couple notes: First: Even though D Gray Man is Japanese, Hoshino said herself that the Black Order speaks English. Hence: the English speaking. Also, they're currently in France right now so I added a few French speaking prisoners, because not everyone conveniently knows English.

Second: I have read the D Gray Man manga and watched both the sub and dub of the anime (excluding Hollow), and I honestly prefer the sub Allen voice to the dub. I love Todd Haberkorn but I did not like his English voice for Allen. That's why I described Allen's voice as girly, because sub Allen sounds like a girl and is played by one.

Third: Everyone caught up on the Manga knows that some crazy shiz is going down right now in the newest chapters. For the sake of 'I don't want to deal with it' and 'I still can't get this new information to make sense in my head': Mana is NOT the Millenium Earl in this story. I do not want to mess with that plot twist.

Fourth: Thank you for the Reviews, Follows, and Favorites on this story! I really love you guys for giving this story some time out of your guy's day. Please review and tell me what you think!

Fifth: Pick one, it will alter the course of this story. "Option One" or "Option Two". I won't say what the options are, but they are important.

Kay, super long AN is long. See ya guys later!