Hello sweeties~ Another chapter, and this time things actually happen. Crazy, right?
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They were flying, Shinichi was certain about that. Heaven knows how high, how many skyscrapers reached for them from the buzzing city, how many people chased them… It was almost meaningless too. He looked down at Tokyo under them. The light blinded him, the wind roughly tore into his hair, so he squeezed his eyes shut – earning a low, tired chuckle from the boy holding him – but he felt strangely… safe. It didn't make sense, his heart was still racing in his chest, they've just escaped from a heist…! And yet, there he was, content, happy. Why did he come with Kaito? Why did he choose to be carried away instead of catching the thief? He didn't know. He didn't even care at that moment. It was too nice to just fly and feel as free as one can be.
And then a sound, sharp and too close, echoed in the night, and it made Conan's blood run cold. He knew this. He knew what that sound was, he knew what will happen next. Or at least he though he knew.
Because in the next moment Kaito let him go, and he fell down, as if the bright, pulsing city was pulling him closer. The thief followed him, as his lifeless body fell from the sky too. Shinichi screamed as he reached for him, but his arms were too short, he was too small and too weak to save them. He could only watch as the concrete came closer and closer to them.
From the corner of his eye, he saw a figure in black on a nearby roof with a gun in their hands. He was watching them fall with a grin, then nodded to another man next to him. This one had black clothes too, and he would've completely melted into the shadows if not for his blonde hair. Conan's eyes widened, and another shout tore itself out of him, but all the anger, all his determination, and the realization about who was after Kid was in vain.
He only felt the roof hitting him for a moment.
When he woke up in cold sweat, he was in a different room. It wasn't the living room, but it wasn't Kaito's either. He sat up, when his breathing returned to a normal rhythm, and looked around. Sunlight filtered through the curtains – it was morning already. Conan didn't bother with inspecting the room, he went to look for Kaito instead. And he was nowhere to be seen.
His bedroom, unlocked, was empty, so was the kitchen and the living room. Conan even tried to knock on the bathroom's door, then peeked in when he got no answer – again, it was empty.
He did found, however, notes all over the house, all from the magician. The first was on the kitchen table, next to a plate of pancakes.
"Good morning, Tantei-kun." it said. "You have such an adorable sleeping face that I didn't want to wake you up." Conan rolled his eyes. "I might not come back until the evening, so I prepared food for you. Lunch is in the fridge." When he checked, there was indeed a box with his name in it, and there was a plate with utensils, so Conan wouldn't have to climb on the cabinets to get them. So he ate his food – it was still warm and delicious, then went to explore the rest of the house.
The next note was waiting for him on the coffee table in front of the TV. "In case you'd get bored." Along with the little blue paper Kaito apparently left him 3 DVDs, three seasons of Sherlock, and a few books too. It seemed like the other boy expected him to just hang out in the living room all day.
To his surprise, he found a note right on the front door as well. "Don't even try." Conan smiled. In any other situation it would've sounded creepy, but he felt relieved instead. Of course, now that he knew about the thief, his name and everything, Kaito couldn't just let him go so easily. And it made him happy.
Even when he didn't have an excuse to stay with him anymore, Kaito had a reason to keep him by his side.
Just with those little pieces of blue paper Kaito managed to cheer him up so well, that he almost forgot what he woke up to. Almost. As he opened the door of the bathroom – still feeling some childish excitement over the fact that he simply could – a memory of a night flashed in his mind.
Kid had a heist yesterday. He was exposed to danger once again. And Shinichi didn't know how it ended. The first note he found began to worry him – Kaito might not come back for a while, but where did he go in the first place? And why? Given how careful he was with Conan, leaving him alone in his house was dangerous, so unless he had a serious reason to leave, he wouldn't… He realized again how much he didn't like not knowing things.
It was getting dark outside by the time Kaito returned. He didn't seem to be injured, but Shinichi already noticed that just because he looked like he was unharmed, the truth, for all he knew, could be completely different.
So there he sat, on the couch, watching him carefully. Kaito didn't seem to mind, or even realize, as he just greeted him with a happy smile, then went to let some fresh air in. When he seemed to struggle with one window, Conan chuckled.
"You locked my cage pretty tightly, huh?" He didn't expect the way Kaito tensed after hearing his words, and he wasn't ready for the guilty look he got.
"I… hate acting like a creep, you know. I'm not some psycho who kidnaps children."
"I know." Kaito sat down next to him with a heavy sigh, as if the smile he had on his face was never there in the first place. He just stared at the floor when he spoke again.
"It's just that… I can't exactly let you go now." Conan smiled, and took a deep breath.
"Then don't."
