016. Violet
Conan spent most of Saturday in his bedroom, hiding away from a world that expected him to be a cheerful little kid, but Ran didn't suspect anything. He had come down to breakfast with a spring in his step and told the high school girl that he wanted to prepare for the Kid heist that night. Smiling at his childish enthusiasm, Ran told him she would leave him alone so he could play detective. Well, she didn't say it like that. She had whispered to him conspiratorially, like they were hiding Conan's intentions from Kogorou, but the shrunken teenager knew that she didn't see him as a real detective. However, that really didn't matter to him right then as long as he got to hide out in his room all day…alone, which he did.
When dinnertime rolled around, Conan had finally convinced himself that he had had enough self-pity time to be able to act happy for hours on end at the heist. Well, it would probably be a lot easier at the heist where he actually had something to focus on, but the hours left to go until it started would be a challenge, one he hadn't been feeling up to until just then. Allowing himself one final sigh, the not-child pasted a happy smile onto his face and ran downstairs into the kitchen where Ran awaited with a crockpot full of hot, steaming stew.
After a quick dinner, Ran cleaned up and took her impatient charge to the Kid heist. As usual, Nakamori-keibu shouted about no-good brats getting in his way as he tried to do his job, but Conan paid it no mind. And since Ran was there with him, Nakamori's shouts actually held a lot less volume and colorful language than they usually did, an obvious plus. The shrunken detective had a feeling it was part because the inspector knew he should watch his language around children but mostly because Ran was there to remind him with her patented "You don't want to know what happens when I'm really angry" glare. Unless Conan was very much mistaken, Nakamori-keibu was very much afraid of the teenage girl. Funny thing was, Conan was afraid of her too, in certain respects. After all, he had plenty of reasons to be.
Anyway, it was a fairly usual heist. Nakamori shouted his grand plans to capture Kid to the television newscasters. Kid showed up, stole the Shallow Shroud, and easily made fools of his entire task force. And Conan sprang after him, not even thinking about the fact that Ran might be watching him. Fortunately for him, she was one of the several people affected by Kid's initial blast of knockout gas. The phantom thief hadn't wanted his favorite rival's baby-sitter to interrupt his fun, and he had noticed his Tantei-kun tended to hold back whenever the girl was around.
Nothing was truly out of the ordinary, until it happened.
It happened on the rooftop, as though it was destined place. Of course, it made sense what with rooftops being Kaitou Kid's favorite escape route and all. But for Conan, a rooftop with Kid was a special place, belonging only to them. A special moment in time for them alone, upon which no one else could intrude. Because others couldn't keep up with Kid, and Kid waited only for his the thrill of playing with his Tantei-kun…at least, that's what the shrunken detective wanted to believe.
It was on this particular night, February 18th, on this particular rooftop, that of the Beika Museum, that Conan's actions would lead him to see, for the first time, with startling clarity, Kaitou Kid's eyes. They were a violent shade of purple, showing shock that must have been reflected in both their faces. The not-child had never expected to get so close to the thief, despite all his confidence words to the contrary. It just wasn't done; the Moonlit Magician was supposed to untouchable. But Kid, dangerously close to the edge of the building, had been taunting him with the jewel, and Conan, without really thinking, had leapt using his high-powered shoes.
Within moments, he and the thief had collided, Kid falling backwards. And as the jewel disappeared in a puff of smoke, the phantom thief had used one hand to desperately grab at the bespectacled detective. He had to keep Conan safe; no one got hurt, especially not his detectives. As soon as he felt the small body of the detective wrapped safely against his chest and in his arm, Kid pressed the button that released his hang glider, and they flew off into the night.
A few minutes and several passed rooftops later, Kaitou Kid landed gracefully, miniature detective still safe in his arms. During the entire flight, Conan had fought not to take advantage of the position they were in. It would go against the unspoken rules of their rivalry for him to look at the phantom thief's face, to find clues of his true identity, while said thief was in the process of saving the detective's life. But Conan's curiosity was so much stronger now than it had been before when he was just trying to capture the thief…and not completely in love with him.
Somehow, he managed to convince himself not to look until just as the thief was setting him down on their newest rooftop. When the warmth the arms was beginning to fade, an odd sort of desperation had seized Conan, and contrary to everything he'd been telling himself about the honor and weird sort of trust their rivalry had built, Conan looked up and saw the brilliantly violet orbs of Kaitou Kid filled with shock.
It was only for a few seconds, and Conan did not focus enough to see any other details of his face. But that didn't matter. He had already betrayed the shaky foundation upon which their odd relationship of rivalry rested.
Looking away as quickly as he was able, the miniature detective pushed himself away from the phantom thief, and said, "I'm sorry…I didn't mean to…your eyes…I'm sorry."
Blushing violently as he recalled how beautiful those violet eyes of Kaitou Kid were, Conan took off as quickly as he was able, running away from the thief before the shock could turn to the disappointment he was sure to follow. As it was, the last emotion he had gleamed from the usually poker-faced Kid was confusion, and that was infinitely better than the barest glimpse of disappointment.
A/N: Hey y'all. Thanks for taking the time to read Ch. 16 of Gifts from the Sky. I'm just writing this author's note to apologize for my long absence from this particular fanfic. I know I'm not the best about updating, but I'm trying to be better about that. Hope you enjoyed this update, and please remember, these prompts are short because they are meant to be drabbles of a sort.