Yawn

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Conan's shoes skidded as he slid around a corner, the soles squeaking on the ornate flooring. Cases filled with brilliant jewels and ornate items in all kinds of precious metal flashed past as he chased after the flicker of laughing white dancing just ahead.

Kid had the statue in his pristine white mitts, and Conan was in hot pursuit.

So far the thief had seemed content to lead him on a lengthy chase through the halls of the building. Conan, quite frankly, was starting to get tired. Cursing his small body, he skidded around another corner in time to see Kid's cape flutter through the dark opening of a wide door.

Conan followed, stumbling slightly as he emerged into a large gallery. Expensive paintings and tapestries were displayed on all of the walls but one, the wall directly across from the entrance had been divested of all adornments. They'd been set aside near the other walls, and Conan couldn't really fathom why. It didn't matter long, his attention was quickly stolen by the thief again.

Kid was standing directly in the middle of the room, directly below a skylight that let a spotlight of silvery moonlight fall perfectly on the floor, and, of course, the preening thief beneath it.

"Dramatic as ever," Conan panted, wiping sweat from his brow with a quick swipe of his arm.

"You on the other hand... I think you're loosing your touch, Tantei-kun," Kid drawled. The thief stretched and gave an enormous, exaggerated yawn.

Incensed, Conan dropped to one knee as the world seemed to go red, his hand going to his shoe. That's it, he was going to completely ruin Kid's smarmy face.

"You're the one who invited me, Kid," he gritted out angrily.

The thief laughed his cheerful, mocking laugh.

Distantly the sounds of yells and footsteps could be heard. It seemed the task force was still caught up in the traps and distraction Kid had set for them. Conan would bet that Hakuba and Heiji would be along much sooner.

Conan was determined to take the thief down before they got here, once and for all.

Standing he reached forward and hit the button on his belt, then socked the ball as it appeared. He'd powered the shoes up a little more than necessary in his fit of temper. He only felt justified.

Kid cackled and ducked under the soccer ball.