Genre: Romance, Supernatural
Rated: K+
Word count: 2,460
Chapter 4:
- The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen, heard or even touched. They must be felt with the heart -
Days passed. Shinichi didn't know what to do at first with this newly discovered side of Kaito. He hadn't known he was Kaitou KID. Hadn't known he was a criminal. What should he do now, knowing the true identity of the illusive Moonlight Magician? Should he tell the police? If he could in some way. Maybe write a note? No, first of all he didn't have any evidence and the police probably wouldn't believe him anyway. First of all he couldn't use his real name. Second of all if he thought up a name or used someone else's it would either be dismissed or that person would get in trouble. And sending a note anonymously wasn't an option either.
Why would he even want to reve-no! Stop! Of course he wanted to reveal Kaito! He was a criminal and Shinichi was a detective. People would doubt him if he let a criminal off the hook so easily…..
Shinichi stopped walking. Looking down at the ground in front of him he frowned. It had been a while since he thought about how people would look at him. Why was it coming back now? He had already given up on ever being seen. So why was he suddenly so worried about his reputation? Was it Kaito? The teen did seem to be able to screw up his mind – even if it was unconsciously. For one and a half year he had lived on the sidelines and now one person threw his whole world – or what was left of it – up-side down. One person. A teenager, a magician, a criminal.
Why was this all bothering him anyway? Why didn't he just stay away from Kaito if he disliked him for being a criminal? Maybe because he didn't dislike it. It was just that….he didn't understand it. Why would someone steal? Why would they take something that doesn't belong to them? Every time he heard the words steal or stolen he thought back to the time when he had to watch how a family of a mother, a father and their son died. Killed by three thieves who they had accidentally walked in on when they were breaking into their house. The son had looked at him and asked for help as a bullet penetrated his head.
Yes him, he'd truly seen him. A lot of children saw him. Some only when they needed him, some when they wanted to play or some would all the time. Shinichi didn't really understand how it worked. He once heard that since children were so innocent and still believed in the supernatural that they were more likely to see something that belonged in that category. Unlike adults. They didn't believe in that kind of stuff so they didn't open their mind to it.
Shaking his head he turned around, continuing his pacing through the ally two blocks away from Kaito's house. He shouldn't put Kaito on the same level as those guys. He probably had his reasons. The only way to find out was to see for himself. Follow him on his heists, look up Kaitou KID on the internet or maybe in the library at the Kudo-mansion – where he still went to read from time to time – and observe Kaito.
Determination set, Shinichi walked out of the ally and down the road to where he now knew was where Kaito lived. As he saw the house come in sight he found out his steps were slowing down and he stopped a few feet away just staring at the slightly bigger than average house. He should go inside and find the answers he wanted already.
He knew that, but his feet wouldn't move at all. Not forward towards the gate, nor backwards away from it all, torn between detective curiosity and civilian flee-and-run-to-the-police instinct. Detective. Or civilian. He was neither of them anymore. So which should he follow? If he followed his civilian instincts he would feel useful again. He would help people by catching a thief and therefore protect future targets. If he followed his detective instincts he would feel alive again. He would get the excitement he'd been missing with this kind of live – if you could call it a live at all.
He kept standing there, losing track of time and tearing himself apart from the inside. If he was normal. If he'd found out two years ago, what would he have done? Follow his detective instinct definitely. He knew he didn't have any evidence. He should find that first, before going to the police – or not. Yes, that's right. He said it before, even if he went to the police now, if he couldn't prove his theory they wouldn't get a house warrant, so it'd be impossible to reveal Kaito as Kaitou KID.
As he climbed over the fence he heard his heart beat in his ears. The way to the window was long. Too long for his liking, but when he finally reached it and looked through it he saw that the house was empty. Off course, Kaito was at school and last time he was here he hadn't seen anyone around either. Kaito had said to Aoko that his mother was on vacation – again, he had said emphasizing the word – to America. So yeah, there was no one at home now. Perfect, it would make it easier for him to get in without being seen.
Carefully he made his way around to the back door, he'd seen Kaito take a key from the behind the small statue of a dove besides the door and as he put his fingers behind it he found that yes, there was a key. He took it and opened the door with it. Locking the door behind him he put the key on the table. Somewhere a little bit hidden, yet easy to find so that maybe Kaito would think he just forgot to put it back behind the statue.
A few hours went by and Shinichi tried to entertain himself with a book he'd found in the living room. It lay open and was practically waiting for him to be read. He let the book stay on the table, not moving it even one inch, only turning a page from time to time. By the time he was at the page that the book had been laying open on he heard the front door open and feet stumbling inside. Quickly he left the book for what it was and made his way to the hall to watch Kaito take off his shoes. His heart beat a little faster at the sight of him.
What if he noticed him? Like he did in the cinema? He should find a way to get out of the house should that happen, but the back door was locked and the front door made too much noise, besides people on the street might see the door open. A window. If Kaito opened a window somew-
He stopped his thoughts when he saw the face of his target. Eyes half-lidded and distant, mouth a thin line and eyebrows in a slight frown. Everything indicated that the magician was having a bad day and wanted nothing more than to go to bed and not get out until he was starving. He didn't pay any attention – should he have even noticed him – to Shinichi as he strode to the kitchen, made himself a cup of tea and disappeared upstairs. Cautiously he followed the magician, making sure to avoid the creaking steps. Reaching the top he immediately went for the bedroom, which he knew belonged to Kaito. As he entered the room he saw him sitting at his desk, doing his homework. Shinichi leaned against the wall next to the door and waited for the magician to finish it. It wasn't until seven o'clock that Kaito stopped and went downstairs to get dinner ready.
Everything Shinichi saw of him this afternoon made Kaito look like the average teenaged boy – albeit a teenaged boy who was slightly crazy, a prankster and had a bad day. Nothing indicated that he was the illusive phantom thief KID or even the slightest bit kleptomaniac. So how did he become the thief in white? It nagged him and a thousand scenarios shot through his mind, but nothing just fit with what he knew of the magician. He hadn't noticed the television had been turned on until Kaito raised the volume to hear the news about a KID heist which would be held tonight. A woman enthusiastically told all the details about the heist, but Shinichi tuned it out. Focusing on the magician's face he saw a half smirk, half nostalgic smile adorn his face. The expression was weird knowing that it was KID's yet it just didn't fit.
His eyes followed Kaito as he walked to the sink with his plate, cleaning it before he climbed up the stairs again. Shinichi followed him back to his bedroom, watching and remembering every little movement and quirk of the magician. He was just in time to see him go through the painting to the secret room.
Preparing for a heist, huh? Not wanting to leave the thief out of his sight for too long he followed him through the painting, down the stairs and into his lair. Kaito was packing his stuff. Playing cards, card gun, juggle balls, cans with different colors of dye and other magic tricks disappeared in KID's suit. A few disguises joined the tricks as well and all Shinichi wanted to do was to dig through every secret pocket of that white suit. He waited patiently though. Just watching how Kaito grabbed everything and disappeared out of the front door.
Later that night found Shinichi panting in front of the door to the roof. He'd followed Kaito to the heist, but lost him in the crowd. Thinking it was better to wait for KID to appear then to search for him he immediately went to the hall where tonight's target was being displayed in a glass case. Shinichi would never admit it out loud, but he was amazed when the phantom thief started his show. Every little movement was carefully planned and thought through. Not a single step was wrongly placed or unnecessary. It took every bit of will-power from Shinichi not to partake in the game the Moonlight Magician was playing.
He'd tried to keep up with KID as he ran through the museum, but the thief knew his way around the building much better than he did and it took him just a minute longer to get to the roof. He pushed the door open slightly and slipped through the crack. The sight that met him made all curiosity boil inside his stomach. KID was standing in his white outfit in the middle of the roof looking with the same longing feeling he had seen on Kaito earlier at the huge gem inside his hand. Minutes spent staring at its crimson red color and Shinichi observed while he sorted through all the possible scenarios, throwing away those which didn't fit with the information he'd gathered. His eyes followed the thief when he suddenly moved towards the edge of the roof and held the gem up to the moon. A sigh escaped those lips and Shinichi had to wonder what KID had been expecting. Was something supposed to happen with that gem?
"Hand it over, KID." A gruff voice said from within the shadows, making Shinichi's head spin towards the source. As he tried to make out the figure in the darkness he saw from the corner of his eyes how KID slowly and cautiously turned around, body seemingly relaxed, but to the observant eye tense from top to bottom. A black figure came out of the darkness showing his face to Shinichi and the magician.
"Snake, what a wonderful surprise." KID said with a joyful voice, hiding the hostility beneath it. Shinichi took the man – Snake – in, making sure he would never forget that face. He wore a suit beneath a rain coat and a fedora adorned his head, everything colored in black. His face seemed like some kind of truck driver or biker, huge, strong, bit on the fat side and a horseshoe mustache around his mouth.
"Let's skip the chitchat, Kaitou KID. Give me the jewel now and I will let you go for tonight." Snake said, lips quirked in a slight smirk that made everything he said sound like a lie. Shinichi looked at KID, who was throwing the gem up and down playfully with one hand, body never once showing the nervousness Shinichi saw in the thief's eyes.
KID smirked. "Well, we've got a problem then. See, I have to return this gem tomorrow and I can't do that if you have it. Besides," he stopped for a minute, lowering his head so his eyes were hidden by the shadows. "it's not the one you're looking for." Shinichi couldn't help but strain his ears at that. Filing the new information in the back of his mind for later investigation, he took a step closer to better hear the two's conversation.
"Well, that is indeed a problem." Snake said, hand disappearing in his pocket. The other two on the roof immediately caught on to the movement and it took a second for KID to move his own hand towards his pocket. Shinichi saw the gun come out of a black pocket and just as Snake pulled the trigger a smoke bomb exploded on the place where KID had been standing. He stared at the space, thoughts reeling back and forth between happiness that the magician escaped and worry if he had been hurt or not. It was only after Snake started to move that he did too. Not caring if the criminal saw the door open mysteriously or not he almost yanked it off its hinges and ran through it. He ran back downstairs, out of the museum, through the crowd and over the streets towards the magician's house. Had he escaped in time? Had the bullet missed him or…
Was he shot?
He didn't know how long his run had taken or how he had entered the house, but he felt the relief as soon as he saw the magician lying on his back on his bed. Quickly looking for any shot wounds or blood he concluded that no, the thief hadn't been shot. He sighed in relief and slumped back against the wall next to the door. Now only one question remained.
Who was Snake?
Hey everyone ^^ To be honest when I first started with this chapter I had no idea how to make this between 1,5k or 2k long...it ended up with more than that...
I don't know what it is, but again I think the chapter is going too fast. I left out so many details and that annoys me .
Thanks to the ones who reviewed last chapter! those being; Mokuren no Ken, mochiusagi, foreverandeveralone, killuanatsume, CrescentMoonTenshi (this time with the c ^^), Sirastar, Kaddy 16, MConanfan0327, Aanaya and Jelp.
Replies to guest:
Jelp: No, he can't see him all the time and when he sees him it's usually only the eyes. Probably but he was really really sad after his fight with Aoko-chan *author is just exagerating since she can't think up a good reason why he didn't*... Well, they'll be meeting soon :D
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