Disclaimer: It would be nice to own DCMK and the Taj Mahal. Unfortunately, I don't.
Note: "Shaa," is the sound of rain, as seen in various manga translations from time to time. It sounds better than English rain onomatopoeia, words that sound like sounds, so it's here. "Doki," and "dokun," are two versions of a heartbeat, since "lub dub" does not sound nice at all.
Thursday.
Shaa! Shaa! Sheets of rain water fell, once again encasing the city in humidity and grey.
Even the gloomiest of downcast days, however, were no match for the sheer melancholic miasma of one Kudo Shinichi.
It still hurt, somewhere inside of him. He didn't know exactly how much. It would take a while to sort out, that he knew for sure. Deep down, though, the detective was sure that he wanted Kaito by his side.
Kaitou KID had probably just been another criminal. He was, however, an honorable one and he tried to keep everyone safe despite, well, everything. Past breaking and entry as well as several counts of resisting arrest, he hadn't done anything yet. Nothing that he did was in spite, really, and Shinichi felt reservations about sending someone like that to jail.
That just didn't add up, somehow. He was the great Heisei Holmes for crying out loud, above rationalization, above sentiment, above such an easily clouded judgement.
Except he really wasn't. He wanted to just be selfish to apologise to Kaito and get on with his life with said thief.
He only desperately hoped that he hadn't lost him along another road in this path he had chosen.
Whispers sounded behind his back, rousing him from his thoughts. He turned to see a gathering of somewhat familiar classmates, hunched over a rhinestone-encased smart phone.
"Look! Look!"
"Eh!? No way!"
"A new KID challenge!?"
"It sounds oddly romantic..."
The detective lept up, pushing himself to the crux of the group.
Upon the minature glowing display was the image of a snowy note card marred by black print. Shinichi memorized it, not yet ready to think about the words. Beneath that was a signature and a grinning KID doodle.
Do-kun! Do-kun! Shinichi felt his heart pound. He bowed his head, concealing a smile. The game is afoot, as Sherlock Holmes might say.
He hasn't forgiven Kaito and he might never. He hasn't figured out how to trust him again and he doesn't know if he can care for someone without that.
"Kudo-kun?" asked another boy, slightly confused at the great detective's reaction.
"A-ah, sorry about that; I was thinking about something," he replied with a gesture to dismiss the issue. He stalked away, murmurs of the riddle and his intellect dogging him back to his seat.
Shaa! Shaa! The rain pelted down on the roof, water dancing across the windows. And one Kudo Shinichi sat with a strange longing settled in his chest, while water washed away old traces for a new beginning.
And roses fell dark in the moist world of falling fluid.
I had a pounding headache and a deliberating stomach ache yesterday. Plus this chapter got partially deleted, which is always depressing.
Reviews are like sunshine to the falling rain outside. It's really been raining a lot lately, both this story and in real life. Also, any ideas on crazy groups are much-needed! Terrorists, a cult, a stalker-type fanclub, anyone willing to break the law for some purpose!