Here! Over the weekend I still did some typing, and improved on the draft of Chapter Six. Oh, and as to why this story is a K+, it's this chapter that's the cause. Read on!
It was dark when he finally flitted open his heavy eyelids. The place was awfully quiet; he could even hear his own heart beating like a ticking time bomb.
The young kid sat up, and something hard crashed into his head. He yelped in pain, and then rubbed the swelling bump on it. He pressed his glasses onto his face, and tried to squint through the darkness, discerning his surroundings. It was still pitch black.
He ran through the last captures of his memory before he blacked out: Kaito Kid had said that he would steal a detective. Feh, the smarty-pants was just showing off. Knocking out someone like that was kidnapping, not a magic show!
Suddenly, a burst of bright light pierced through his retinas; his pupils contracted in delayed response. He whipped up his hand to shield his face from the sickening white light, and he felt himself being emptied onto the floor.
"So sorry about that, Tantei-kun."
Conan looked up, and saw Kid's face staring right into his; the latter's eyes gleaming with amusement and pride, not a trace of sorrow like he had just expressed.
"Sarcasm, Kid. Not good when used on young kids like me, for instance."
Kid chortled. "Still snappy even when you're half-unconscious, are you? Well then, that teaches me a lesson on trying to kidnap people. Need to knock them out with tranquilizers from their own wristwatch next time. So, how's it feel to get Kid-napped, Tantei-kun?" he guffawed heartily at his own joke, nearly bending over double in laughter.
Conan reached up and sent his little fist into Kid's angular face, making sure he had secured contact with it. The impact nearly knocked out some of his teeth, and he backed away in shock.
"Slow down there, Tantei-kun! It's not like I want to kidnap you in the first place!" Kid recoiled from the livid detective, who looked like he would shred the phantom thief if he got any closer.
"Oh, is that it? Then why on earth would you bring me here to some sort of dump?! To chat with me, I suppose!!" Conan's naturally sweet voice had escalated into a thundering holler.
"Dump?! I'll have you fed to the zombies if I here you say that about my house one more time!" a flirty female's voice sounded behind the both of them, tinkling like little windchimes, even though she was miffed at Conan's remark. The two boys turned to face her.
Kid spoke first. "Akako, he punched me," he mumbled meekly through an already swelling cheek.
Akako looked at him pitifully, and then waved her hand. Kid's injuries healed almost immediately. "Now then," she implored, facing the other child in the room, "please sit down and we will explain everything to you. Okay with that, little brat?"
Conan's ears stung at the nickname, and he desperately wanted to shove something into both of their faces.
"Er...Akako, I don't think you should piss him off anymore. He looks like he's ready for murder, and he hits like a boxer with iron knuckles!" Kid tried to calm down the young witch, and she heaved a patient sigh.
"Alright then. You are Edogawa Conan, right? Now, I think you have something that we need." The witch pointed a slim finger, tipped with a red fingernail, at the child's chest.
Conan looked away, and muttered, "No way."
Kid rolled his eyes. "Tantei-kun, you're super-difficult. What we want is the Destiny, and then you can go off free, no harm done, alright?"
Conan stared at him for a moment, and mumbled incoherently.
Akako waved her hand again, and Conan found himself speaking louder.
"What makes you think I have it, suckers?"
Both Kid and Akako felt pissed at the name he had pasted on them. Kid nearly reached over to give the irritating midget a deserving whack on the head, if not for Akako stopping him. "Hang on, we still need to get it, remember, and not let him activate it!" she hissed. Kid merely nodded.
The witch swept over to a nearby shelf, and selected a bottle of sinister-looking liquid. She strode over to the child, then crouched down in front of him. "Now, I want you to drink this, then you can go home after we've taken the doll back."
Conan looked away, a flame of defiance obvious in his ultramarine eyes.
Akako sighed, then wrenched open the kid's mouth with her hands. Conan was surprised, and he waved his hands about in a panicked struggle. Kid took the chance and sloshed the potion down the struggling child's throat.
"Mmmph....Pff!" Conan tried in a futile attempt to spit out as much of the putrid stiff as he could, but most of it had already gone down his gullet. Kid smiled in satisfaction, and Akako released her grip on him and decided to wipe away the remnants of the potion that had spilled onto her sleeves and arms. "Oh yuck. Maybe I shan't have kids of my own when I grow up," she commented, giving a dirty look to the midget detective that was gagging on the floor.
Kid picked his rival up, and shook him like a doll. "Listen up, Tantei-kun! The potion that Akako gave you will work in about thirteen seconds, so I want you do as I say before you black out again!" After receiving a defeated nod from the latter, he continued, "Okay. One, when you come to, do not attack either me or Akako. Second, we want you to go home quietly, and not speak a word of this to anyone. Are we clear?"
Conan shot a glance out the window behind his kidnapper. The sun had set, and the first stars were starting to shine through the thick navy clouds. The crescent moon was high in the sky, its pale pallor beaming into the dark room.
Without warning, a bolt of electricity sliced through his chest, sending him into repeated spasms. He felt cramped again, and yelled as another fit zipped through his throbbing body. He reached for his bowtie, trying to loosen it before he was suffocated.
Kid felt his hands burning, and dropped him in fright, then rushed off to get some ice for his sore hands. Akako grinned, pleased that her potion was starting to work. With luck, the doll would be ejected from Conan's body, leaving him in at most, a state of mild coma, and she would have the Destiny all to herself! She rubbed her hands in glee, and started thinking of all the things she could do with it.
Conan screamed again, and his out of his small-built self shot a blinding glare of red light! Akako shielded her eyes from the powerful glow, while Kid, who had just returned, yipped and dashed off to find a pair of sunglasses.
When the thief returned, the beam had died down, and he cursed at himself for being slow. He took off the shades, and was shocked frozen at what he saw.
Akako was lying on the floor unconscious, her usually nimble and lithe body now reduced to a tangled heap. Part of her skimpy clothes burned off, the edges of the remnants smouldering. The floor and walls had been blasted a sooty black, some with smoking holes in them, and shelves of potions and spell-books were upset and spilled onto the floor in messy piles. In the middle of all the chaos, stood the seventeen-year-old detective, his right hand emitting the charcoal coloured smoke, his eyes burning with determination and ruthlessness. A pair of glorious wings, the colour of virgin snow, sprung out of his back, flapping slowly, tossing up soot around them in little whirlwinds. He turned on Kid, with such an intense stare that Kid himself felt shivers streaming down his spine.
He tried to leave, but he found his feet glued firmly to the ground, and his body would not respond to his commands. He looked at his surroundings, and realised that the room they had been in had dissolved into an endless space of darkness. Akako and the detective had disappeared.
Then, out of nowhere, razor-sharp knives zoomed through the black, cutting it at their very blades. Kid did his best to dodge them all, but they seemed to have a mind of their own, and stabbed and hacked at his body, sending shears of pain into his mind. He screamed, but they did not stopped, instead, as if they were cruel sadists, they increased in number, intensity and speed. Blades from every corner attacked him, perforating his very soul like a thin sheet of Styrofoam used as a target board. He shut his eyes, hoping with all his might that it would stop, or that he died of sheer fright first.
Then, as quickly as it came, the tortuous event stopped. He opened one eye, then the other, and found Tantei-kun staring down at him coldly, his eyes two pieces of azure ice.
"Never, ever do it again." His voice was a rain of hail, battering down onto Kid like the knives he had just experienced. Kid looked up at him meekly and gave a slight nod. Shinichi stared at him some more, then mercifully let him pass out.
He turned to the open window, and ghosted out. He stretched his wings under the indigo moonlight, and realised that he actually had a pair of them. He flipped them around, marvelling at them, and flapped them once. His feet hopped slightly off the ground, then landed with a soft thump in the soil. He smiled to himself, did a running leap, and took off into the night, the wind coursing through his midnight hair feathery wings, beating against his pale face.
The next morning, Conan woke up in his own room, battered and bruised. "I've got to work on my landing," he thought. Getting in through the window was not easy, especially in the dead of the night. He had tried to land on the sidewalk, but had unfortunately slammed into the rigid tree outside the office building. He had heard a couple of bones crack, but that was nothing, for he found that he could heal himself more efficiently than before. It was quicker, less painless, and took up almost no concentration. He sat on the bed, thinking about his night-time adventure, when there was a knock on the door.
Ran's brunette head peeped in, and she gave a cry of delight when she saw him on his bed. "Conan-kun! You're back! After Kid whisked you away, I was terribly worried about you!" She ran over to him, and enveloped him in an enormous hug filled with her love. Conan blushed deeply, and hugged her back. It was rare of him to receive a hug from her; it was usually a punch in the face, or a kick in his shin. "Oh wait, that was when I was Shinichi. Oh, how I love being Conan sometimes," he thought happily.
"Pooh, you reek of smoke, Conan! Go take a bath!" Ran threw a towel and a suit of clothes onto the child, and shoved him into the bathroom while she went off to make breakfast.
Conan filled the bathtub with cool water, then slipped out of his clothes and hopped in. He doused himself until he was soaked to the skin, then took the scrubbing brush and started on his back.
The brush scratched something soft on his back, but the shot of pain zoomed up into his head. He stopped scrubbing, wondering what was there on him, then got out of the bath and looked into the mirror.
The foggy glass reflected the top half of his naked body, and a pair of cute, miniscule white wings opening and closing behind him.
Shocked, he reached over and rubbed the glass, then his eyes. No, they were still there! He grabbed at them, and they felt damp and feathery, like the pair he had the previous night. He stared at them, and then went back to bathing, taking care not to damage his wings any further. Once he was done, he picked out a sewing kit from the cupboard, and turned to his clothes.
There! Chapter Six all done! Hope you guys like it!
~Angelglitched