Disclaimer: I own Detective Conan and Magic Kaito as much as I own Narnia. Now let's put two and two together to make four and decide that's impossible.
Friday.
That day was most certainly among the strangest, if not the most strange, experience Shinichi found himself in. Yep, it was definitely up there.
And this is coming from a detective who seemed to make corpses rain around him.
That was a day to remember.
It started with a meeting at another café. His kohai, as per usual, had been playing pranks on passing strangers. Shinichi vaguely pondered whether he was breaking municipal building codes or traffic laws with the great pandemonium on the streets.
On one hand, he was in a food establishment, a building, and making a general bother of himself. On the other hand, he was disrupting the flow of traffic on the street outside... he took another sip of coffee, ah, Kaito really had impeccable taste...
It was at that moment, to his coffee-spitting astonishment, that he caught the glint of a knife. It was that woman over on the other table and...
...it was heading straight for the man sitting besides them...!
Almost as if on instinct, Shinichi grabbed her arm, prying the blade from her fingers. She fell down like a stack of potatoes into the arms of a surprised waiter.
The man stared in disbelief, his words falling into an incoherent string of shocked relief.
"You... you're my fathers greatest enemy... but why... Otowa Nadeshiko... finally... you're... but how... my vengeance..."
"Otowa Nadeshiko" spit back spitefully.
"I hate you too, you and all the rest of your kind that goes into your damn father's business! Why else would I do this? You've threatened my strength far too many times!"
Soon, a police officer came, to drag the killer away.
Kaito sat shaking in a chair.
"Kaito...? Is everything...?"
Tremulously, Shinichi wrapped his arms around his kohai, allowing him to bury his face in the detective's warm scarf.
"I'm really sorry... about this... it's just all to familiar to me... that and... and... everything else that happened... thank you... for saving me..."
"I won't mind if you burst into tears. It's natural; some wounds never do heal. Still, think about everything you have to hope for afterwards."
"Thank you... so much... Shinichi... you're so kind, so warm... thanks for everything..."
The detective comforted his kohai until dark. Then, the two walked together to Kaito's house.
It was only later when Shinichi remembered KID's last heist.
A plot of revenge, of memory, of love, of that murder of Crows... it came as a shock... he had never thought that such things could actually be behind everything. It came as such a coincidence, so similar to Kaito's muttered phrases.
And roses found themselves torn apart, as their moonlight-dusted petals quivered and their blooms tried in vain to stop the impending separation.
AN: Oh yay, another chapter. Real life's such a pain sometimes... I'll have to do so much for testing and everything... I've been so depressed all winter; I hope spring will put me in a calmer mood. I'm off to dreamland... thanks for reading, and a special thanks to everyone also reviewing. Hope you enjoyed.