Sorry for the long delaaay *bow*
This takes longer than I thought, cause I fell asleep right when I get home yesterday even tho I plan to continue translating this right away, sorry guys.
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So, without further ado, here's next chapter for you^^
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Words count: 2,597
Rate: T, possible to change as the story develops.
Warning: typo(s), grammar error(s), possibly OOC; alternate timeline; chara(s) death; possible BL/shonen-ai
Summary: When he sees it with his own eyes, he can no longer deny fate. And that incident happened at the fateful night replayed itself, filling his head with sorrow and deep grief. What's exactly happened 8 years ago? How KID can even get caught? And how will he live his life from now on?
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Disclaimer :
Detective Conan and Magic Kaito fully belong to Aoyama Gosho
This story belong to reiei
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Now, let the story begins…
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Chapter 3
- 3rd Movement-
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[Shinichi's POV]
This is the first time I've seen Kuroba's slump figure. He's sobbing there, pouring down all his restrained emotions. All I've seen before is his arrogant self, that taunting smirk that display full confidence, that make this weak figure seems surreal. Well, it's not that I'm close with him anyway.
Not much time needed for the dark and murky cloud to pour down its rain. Lighting and thunder alternately shown itself in the grayish sky, conducting a melody in the rain. But he's still there, feeling the carving of his now sleeping family names with his hand.
Rain pours down hard with his tears. I don't have any other choices than standing there, waiting for him, getting wet from the rain. I regret I didn't bring any umbrella with me. But well, it can't be helped right? It's not like I can drag him from there to find some shelter right now. He needs some time to accept this harsh reality, pouring his heart out.
If I'm about to guess what he's thinking right now, I bet he's remembering what happened on that night, when all hell broke loose, that faithful night when he's been robbed of all he have left.
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– flashback –
It was a new moon, there were only a few star visible peeking from behind the murky cloud in the dark sky. That time Tokyo was in a deep mess. Police were busy handling riot that seems to appear everywhere. And those commotions were none other than the big and fierce battle between The Black Organization and police force with the help from FBI. There were many casualties, from civilians to police officers, and almost nobody slip from the 'terror' that they created.
Earlier that day, without knowing a single thing about the upcoming 'war', Kaitou KID hosted his usual heist. Everything was ready and he was 99% sure that this would also be his usual easy victory. The only thing seemed amiss was that there were just too few police standing guard. But he pushed that aside, after all the number of police that was on standby wouldn't affect his plan. So, he just concentrated waiting for the clock to point the right time for him to start the show.
When the light was suddenly turned off, he started his move. Sneaking, avoiding every traps and guards that were surrounding his target, and in a heartbeat, he had secured his target firmly in his hand. He threw his trademark smirk as the light turned back on, proudly showed that his target was already in his possession.
"Thank you for the gem, my dear task force," he said while bowing then disappeared in a flash of smoke.
The thief ran to the roof, evading his task force with laughter. Truth to be said, he was tad bit disappointed that neither Tantei-kun nor Hakuba had been seen tonight. But he indeed appreciated the easiness that was getting rare to come.
It was strange, he felt the gem got heavier and heavier as he got closer to the rooftop. He noted the gem seems like trembled as he got into his destination, basking in moonlight.
"Could it be…?"
Slowly, he held the gem up, pointing to the full moon bright in the sky. And it was as if the time had stopped. He froze there, gaze glued to the gem in his hand – or what was inside, to be precise.
"Pandora…," he gasped, "Finally."
He didn't know how long he was standing there, mesmerized, as he felt anger slowly ignited inside of him. Who knows he could get Pandora this easy? Even the security was not as heavy as usual. They should guard this magical gem better, the gem that was supposedly blessing the owner with immortality. Hah, stupid. He could never understand why there were idiots who believed in immortality. The gem in his hand still shinning bright red, not disturbed by night breeze or by emotions swirling within him. This damn jewel in his hand is the cause of his father's murder, the one making him became Kaitou KID–
What brought him out of his trance was a sear of burning pain, spreading through his right arm. From the corner of his eyes, he could see red smearing his pure white suit. And no, it's not an illusion caused by staring at the red gem for too long, he knew what he was seeing was real, as real as this dull throb in his arm. The next second he had ducked, hiding behind the edge of the roof of the building. There were snipers targeting him, no, targeting the gem in his hand. Looks like it was missed from his palm because he had moving his arm a bit lower, thanks to Lady Luck.
–yeah, this gem was also a target of a crime syndicate. Snake was one of them and apparently he was also the one who killed his father. He growled, contemplating his options. He had to destroy Pandora, that was his priority.
He hurriedly crossed the building, where he thought would be out of the sniper's range, he fell over, and not long after can be seen flying with his glider. But he knew this wasn't over yet. The sniper wouldn't let him get away. And he wouldn't be satisfied until he could destroy that thing in his hand.
The wind was quite strong that day, making him able to fly faster. He swept over every place he passed, searched for any means to get the gem destroyed. He can see fire, police guards, and unusual commotion, but he ignored it, focusing only to destroy the gem, fast.
And suddenly he could felt something vibrating in his pocket. Frowning, he held out his phone while maintaining his glider's stability. Seeing 'Mom' blinking in his screen, he swiped and held the phone close to his ear.
"What's it Mom? I'm busy –," he said bluntly, but he was disrupted by his mother's yell.
"Kaito, run! This city is in chaos, and those people are take advantage of it to hunt you!" his mother shouts, panicked. He had never heard his mom this worried. After all, this woman who had gave birth to him had felt the same danger and risk as him as Phantom Lady. And so his frown got deeper, not getting his mother panicking.
"What's wrong, Mom? Are you in Japan now?" he asked, confused, "Rather than that, Mom… I've found it," he added, before his mother can cut him again.
Pause. He could hear his mother's gasp, "Pandora…. You've found it?" she asked trembling, made sure she didn't mishear it.
"Yeah, Pandora. And I'll destroy it now, once and for all," he tighten his hold on said gem, wanting to destroy it right away.
"Listen to me, Kaito, hide the jewel for now and find a place for you to hide! And no matter what happened, don't come home, okay? There's many suspicious people watching our house –"
"That's it! There is a waste management facility near our house, right? I can destroy it with the machine there!" he shouted in victory, ignored his mother warning. "Thanks, Mom! Don't worry, I'll be fine!"
The he cut off the phone. This mother's warning yell gone with the wind, unheard. While he felt the victory was close, his mother was worried to death with what could befall him. She had a bad feeling, ominous foreboding. And she knew her hunch hardly missed…
Mean while, Kaito had changed his direction to the said location. The strong wind carried him fast, yet he still could felt somebody's eyes on him. Adrenalin pumping hard, making his heart beat faster. Just a little more…
If he's asked what had happened that day, he couldn't explain it clearly. Why? Because inside his memory, all that's left are just fragments of blurry memory, bit and pieces, about that devastating-world-breaking incident.
He remembers throwing Pandora off the garbage processing bin, getting inside machine's central control room and turns the machine on to smash the damn jewel to pieces. He also remembered making sure that Pandora was destroyed. Its blue and red fractions were glimmering in the moonlight.
What he remembered next was red. Red flowed from his shot right leg. Red from the backlight of his sniper's car that almost got away if he didn't shot its tires with his card gun. Red, from police cars that he didn't remember since when were surrounding him. Then, red, from blazing fire that wreck havoc not too far from where he was standing.
His eyes widened, heart beating like crazy inside him. He felt like he knew where the fire was. In a moment, he hoped, really hoped, that he'd been wrong. But even he himself didn't sure that his hope will be true.
He didn't remember since when he was holding his breath, he didn't remember how noisy the crowd was getting, he didn't know yet… how could he let that happened? And how will he live from then on? What he knew was that when he release his breath, he ran, storming police's blockade that was trying to capture him. Even with his injure leg, somehow he still got pass them. Is it because his body remembered it from all the chase and running away? Maybe. He wasn't in a condition that made him able – or wanted to – think logically.
When he arrived home, fire engulfed every corner of his house. He was right, it was from his house. And what he felt next was horror, fear and helplessness. Dragging his numbing feet and clutching his bleeding arm, he braced himself to approach his blazing home, going inside, even.
"Mom! Jii!" he shouts, dreading the worst. "Where're you? Answer me!"
"Kaito!" he could hear his mother's shout from somewhere, but he just can't pin point the exact location. Fire was surrounding him and the smoke began to get into his lungs, but his determination to save them wasn't fading.
"Kaito, hurry up and get out of here! Listen, Aoko is here-"
His eyes widen, Aoko's here? How? If something happened to her it'll be his fault. He made Aoko involved in his mess. And if something happened to his mom and Jii, it was his fault too. Even though he promised to protect them…
"-but we'll try to get her out of here. You too hurry up and get out!"
He was hesitating, should he do as his mother said? But… he didn't want to leave them inside.
And as if they didn't even gave him time to think, an explosion happened. His memory is blurry there, but somehow he heard his mother apologizing to him. Why? Wasn't he the one supposed to apologize to her? He never knew the answer, as what he was seeing next was darkness. He was losing consciousness.
When he opened his eyes again, he was in a hospital with hands handcuffed. They said that he was out of the explosion's range so he was just thrown off because of it, no serious injuries, just some burn. Ah, and no one of his families survived.
Still semi unconscious because of the sedative or because still in shock, that day he cried silently all night.
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Few minutes passed before he can get himself together. He stands up, staring at a tombstone with the names Kuroba Toichi, Kuroba Chikage and Jii Konosuke written beautifully atop it. The rain successfully covering his murmured speech, but I still can get some words out of it. 'Sorry', 'thank you', and 'hope you guys are happy there'. He glances at the flowers in front of the tombstone again.
Ah, right, that fits the flowers he bought before. Purple hyacinth, in flower language means apology and grief. Sweetpea, means goodbye. And the red rose – that seems darker now because of the rain – means that he's still loved them, and also sorrow, with the darkened red petals. I take a glance at him yet again, observing his expression. From the side, he seems like holding his tears. But it's different from the first time he comes here, his eyes seems more alive. Maybe because he can finally accepts the facts. Maybe because he has found a new purpose of life, or at least a will to continue his life. Or that's what I hope.
Sighing, I decided to occupy myself fussing over my drenched bangs that cling into my face rather than staring at him. He must be feeling uncomfortable if I stare at him that long, right? Haven't finished fussing over my hair, I feel a pat my shoulder.
"Sorry for getting you wet, Kudo," he said with a wide smile, but his intonation gave away his sincerity.
I nod, feeling no troubled by that, but I still stare at him with a raised eyebrow. "Didn't call me with Meitantei-san anymore?"
He just chuckles. "Yeah, I got bored calling you Meitantei-san or Tantei-kun, so I'll just call you Kudo. It's simpler anyway," he answered all grin, as if he didn't just cried a few seconds ago, as if we're not cold and wet because of the rain.
"It's cooollld. Let's go home before we catch a cold!" he said all of a sudden, "Hurry up, Kudo!"
And he starts running. Just once, he take a glance back at the tombstone, then he run out of there, while shielding his head from the pouring rain. We're running all the way home, not bothering to look for shelter. We're already drenched after all. Arrived in front of the manor, my clothes are wet inside out and feel heavy. Kuroba not any better.
I try to reach the keys in my pocket with trembling hands as fast as I can. Feels like these rain water getting all the way to my bone. But when I'm about to unlock the door, I know something was wrong. I peer at Kuroba, apparently he find it strange too. I'm sure I already lock the door when I went out before, but now it's unlocked. That means there's somebody inside. The question is, who?
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To Be Continued
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