Author's Note (that's me! :D):
Originally, this was a oneshot, but it didn't feel complete. . . So, here ya' are.
DO NOT ASK ABOUT THE SHOPPING CART. Just know I had to do it. . .
Ahem, that aside, as far as this fanfiction is concerned, no movies or OVAs/specials ever occurred. So, KID doesn't know who Conan is and they are NOT cousins.
Okay-a-doky, then!
Conan crossed his legs around the box of chocolate. He had already checked all of the contents, looking for some kind of clue to KID's heist. Nothing. Just chocolate. He picked up a piece and broke it open. Unless lemon filling was suspicious . . .
Conan jerked in his seat, dropping a chocolate half. He snapped back to reality where he sat in the backseat of a car (which had just went over a bump). The chocolate on the floor melted a little from the heater.
"Rachel," he said to the girl in the passenger's seat, "I need a napkin."
She glanced at him, "What did you do?"
"Just dropped some chocolate."
"Where did you get candy?" she said, digging through the glove box for something to help Conan clean up.
"Someone gave it to me," Conan said, closing the box and tucking it into his schoolbag.
Rachel brightened, handing him a Poriet napkin, "Did Amy give it to you?"
"Uh, yeah," sure, why not? He thought.
Rachel giggled as Conan wiped up his mess, "That's so sweet."
The car lurched again. Conan hit his head.
"Alright," Moore said, "We're here. Get out."
Conan had to hop out. He followed Moore into the Museum while holding his head in his hand.
Inspector Nakamori had decided to call Moore in on a KID case. Apparently, Nakomori felt the police force could benefit from Moore's previous experience with KID (i.e. Conan's experience), since Nakamori himself could only be in so many places at once to share his own experience.
The museum they were at was KID's target location. A gem called Passion's Ruby was on display there. KID's note was faxed to Moore's office.
Dear Police,
I will be stealing Passion's Ruby two days from Valentine's Day. Probably around 12ish (am).
Kaito KID
The letter bothered Conan almost as much as the chocolate. No riddles or poetry. KID just flat out told the police his plan. He could hardly believe it was authentic, but Nakamori swore by it. It was almost as if KID had given up pranking the police. Nakamori was convinced KID was insulting the police by creating a dumbed-down note, but the theory seemed off to Conan.
As Conan entered the room displaying Passion's Ruby, the inspector was shouting commands to a couple of flustered guards. There were fifteen minutes until midnight and he was high-strung.
While Moore attempted to greet the busy Nakamori, Rachel hung back and spoke to a guard, "What's the plan to catch KID?"
The guard smiled at her, "The inspector figures KID's tricks are so complex, things'll be better if we simplify the defenses."
"I guess that makes sense."
"I don't know, ma'am," the guard laughed, "The inspector comes up with some crazy stuff. I mean, it's only a couple of guards for defense tonight."
"Wow," Rachel said, somewhat awed, "That's really gutsy."
Losing interest in the conversation, Conan began examining the room. How would KID enter? It didn't look too difficult to steal the gem. There were, on Conan's count, five guards. Maybe Nakamori's line of thinking was correct, but there was no way this would stop KID.
Conan bit his lip. Three minutes until midnight.
Well, to be fair, KID had said 12ish. Another 24 minutes passed uneventfully. Conan watched a guard check her watch when Nakamori was too busy fuming at KID's tardiness to notice. Rachel had even began to do her homework, while KID strolled leisurely through the door. KID was about half way across the floor before anyone stopped what they were doing and noticed.
"KID!" Nakamori shouted, as though KID had just swooped down from the sky.
"Hey," KID said half-heartedly.
"Get him!"
As the guards charged, KID made a giant shopping cart appear. It tipped over, trapping the entire police force, Nakamori, and Moore.
Rachel took a karate pose, while Conan readied his dart watch. KID threw off his cape, covering Rachel with it. Unable to see, she stumbled and fell. Conan, turned around, "Rachel!" he said, losing his aim.
Kaito swept passed them; snatching his cape while Rachel was still disorientated and swiping Passion's Ruby on his way up the stairs.
"Get back here, you buffoon!" Nakamori shouted, apparently unable to think of a relevant insult.
"You okay?" Conan said, leaning over Rachel.
She nodded, somewhat dazed. She looked dizzy. Probably from losing her sense of placement, while she couldn't see. Otherwise, however, she was unharmed.
Satisfied, Conan pushed himself up and headed for the stairs.
"Conan!" Rachel said, standing to stop him. Still disoriented, she tripped over her foot, landing on the floor.
KID had made his way to the roof. He held Passion's Ruby to the sky, twisting it in the moonlight. It gleamed and the ruby light decorated his face. His uncombed hair fell in his eyes, as he glanced over the gem.
"Hand it over, KID," Conan said.
The thief sighed and tossed the ruby offhandedly to Conan, "Not what I'm looking for."
Conan checked the ruby, then looked at KID, "What's with you today?"
KID bent over to Conan's height, "Sometimes things are not as straight-forward as they seem."
Conan fixed him with a look, "Stop acting like I'm a child; what are you up to?"
KID searched him, then laughed, "Little detective, you're only - what? - seven? A child, no?" He laughed again.
The said child rolled his eyes.
"Sorry," KID said, still laughing slightly, "It's just that I usually forget you're so young."
KID frowned suddenly, "What did you get for Christmas (assuming you celebrate it)?"
"What?"
"What did you get for Christmas."
"Now you're really mocking me."
"Little detective, I am an honest thief," KID said, "I want to know what you got for Christmas."
When Conan didn't reply, KID made a huffing noise, "It seems like a problem. You're so serious for child. What would someone buy you for Christmas?"
Conan sighed, "Books mostly. And a toy car."
"Hm. . . You don't strike me as the toy car type."
"I drunk PI gave it to me."
KID shook his head, "Detectives," then he broke into a grin and ruffled the hair of an irritated Conan, "Aw, Mr. Detective, you're awesome. Too bad, though; I've got to run."
"Hold on," Conan said, as KID rose to his full height.
"You're not going to try to catch me today, are you?"
"No. I answered you're question, answer mine; why are you acting so strange?"
"What question did I ask?"
"Christmas presents."
"That hardly seems like a fair trade."
"This coming from a thief?"
KID snorted, "Look, I appreciate that you're a child prodigy who has a brain so similar to an adult that he should be in a manga, but this is still something you could not understand. Especially as a child prodigy."
"Try me."
KID drummed his fingers on his hip and stared at a star. He slummed his shoulders, "It's like this; my life has turned into a very crappy fanfiction."
"Meaning what, exactly?"
KID was now fascinated with the star, "I'm in love with a detective."*
Conan felt his throat stiffen. For reasons beyond him, his heart sped up and filled him with a sickly heat. He drilled his foot into the ground, "H-Hakuba?" he asked.
KID made a choking noise, "Um, no."
"Then who-?"
"You are snoopy."
"I-I'm a detective," Conan said quickly, feeling his cheekbones grow warm.
"I like your sister's friend, Jimmy Kudo."
Conan choked on his spit. "Wha - What?" He didn't know what to think and his heart was thumping in his chest, trying to escape the situation.
"You're homophobic?"
"Ah - no-!"
"THEY WENT THIS WAY!"
Pounding footsteps erupted, jolting Conan from his flustered state.
KID spun around, "See?" he said, "Very crappy fanfiction. Did you notice they took exactly long enough for you to coax out my secret?" He made a dash for the night sky and leaped, his glider spreading like dove wings against the moonlight.
The polices' shouts were a faraway backdrop; only faintly heard. Conan's heart was making too much noise.
*Do you know how hard it was not to make that part look like this?:
KID drummed his fingers on his hip and stared at a star. He slummed his shoulders, "It's like this; my life has turned into a very crappy fanfiction."
"Meaning what, exactly?"
"Meaning I just broke the fourth wall, bitches!"