Disclaimer: I do confess to not owning DCMK. I also confess to being ticklish.
Friday.
Last night was an uncomfortable singularity for the detective, trying but never quite succeeding at falling asleep, trying but never quite succeeding at distracting himself, and trying but never quite succeeding at reading through KID's riddle. Then it was three in the morning and he allowed himself to digest it out of sheer exhaustion.
"In three dawns I will take the heart's delight/Cupid's treasure in its cage of sky-high moulded stone/A plea for his love in ending twilight/The quiver's last arrow be granted time to atone?"
Shinichi fingered the riddle, printed out on the daily paper. Delivered to the public yesterday, the detective wondered whether there could be any more agonizing a wait. No, not even any of the times he found himself with a serial killer in close quarters could compare.
He also pondered on what kind of care he cared for Kaito with. It seemed... like something Ran and his parents might describe, or something he heard briefly from a murderer before.
The puzzle itself was child's play. "Cupid's treasure" in "sky-high moulded stone" was the golden Prince's Surprise diamond at the marble-plated Cloud Tower. It was the gem of the last heist - KID's only botched theft - thus the 'atone'.
There was also a plea for lovers separated to reunite, despite great trials. It was in the legend of the god of love himself falling in love with a mortal woman, then tricked into seeing his face by jealous sisters. As a punishment, she had to undergo great trials to reunite with her lover again, immortal.
Why did it matter so much ? Why did his heart clench at the thought of losing him? Why did he feel ill at the thought of all KID's fans?
The question was now not whether he had heard Kaito, nor was it whether he would go. No, it was the world of why? all around him, of thoughts and ponderings he had only heard of from second-hand accounts from Ran and equally enigmatic things from his parents and criminals.
Just as the noticed the sunset, after a breathless day in a new world, his maudlin, sleepy thoughts might have had the answer.
He was in lov-
The detective fell asleep, exhausted but somewhat satisfied.
And roses perked up, petals still plump, as if they could sense the end of the storm raging on.
I hope you all enjoyed this. I used my unfortunately extensive memories on falling asleep when you shouldn't, so it might be a bit strange. Reviews are always welcome, as are ideas for my failing insane group idea search. I promise this will make sense in a few days.
Shinichi will figure things out by then, too.