Detective Conan and Magic Kaito characters, settings, and ideas do not belong to me but to Aoyama Gōshō.
Warnings: Language, minor violence
TMPD Antics
By Taliya
XVII: Kuroba and Kudou
Shinichi panted heavily as he pursued the culprit through the dimly lit streets. The man he was chasing had been, unfortunately for him, on his high school cross-country team back in the day. Even thirteen years later, the man was still damn fast. Already he had been tailing the man for a good two kilometers through the streets of Shinagawa, and his legs burned and his lungs ached. Heiji had long since lost them, used to shorter but faster sprints from his own training in kendo. Shinichi, with his love of all things football, had much more endurance.
"Where are you now, Kudou-kun?" Inspector Megure's voice asked over speakerphone, the mobile device clenched in one hand, slick with sweat.
"Just passed—Four Choume—due southwest," he wheezed. He felt the muscles in his legs clench in warning. He had roughly two minutes to catch his man before near-debilitating cramps would set in. "Damn it all!" he swore as he pushed his body forwards. I just need to catch him!
A flash of white caught his eye and he blinked as Kaitou KID of all people physically landed in a crouch on top of the man's shoulders, utilizing Newton's Third Law of Motion to bounce nimbly off as the murderer skidded face down onto the pavement. The phantom thief executed a neat midair flip followed by a backhand spring to land in a graceful crouch, attention focused solely on the no-longer fleeing man as his white cape fluttered around him. He stood and approached Shinichi's culprit with an easy gait that spoke of calm self-assurance, clicking his tongue at the man.
"You know, murderer-san," he said conversationally as Shinichi finally caught up to the pair, propping himself on his knees and sucking in great breaths of air as he kept an eye on the two, "It's not nice to kill people." Shinichi could not help but snort at the utter simplicity of the thief's statement, and the noise in particular caught the magician's attention. "Meitantei!" he greeted cheerily. He hopped back suddenly as the man made an effort to sweep the thief's legs out from under him before picking himself up off the ground and running once more. "Rude!" KID snapped, giving chase, "That was mean!"
Shinichi swore as both criminals disappeared down the street, his legs having finally knotted too tightly for him to pursue any longer. When he finally made it home sometime in the early morning, Shinichi blinked upon finding the murderer trussed up in rope with a Kaitou KID caricature note pinned to his chest, drooling against his front door. The detective laughed and shook his head. Seriously, Kaito?
Author's Note: Figured Kaito would, as KID, help out the police every now and then, especially if it looked as though the culprit might get away with it. This doesn't necessarily reinforce in Shinichi's mind that Kaito is KID since KID said or did nothing to implicate Kaito's civilian persona, but it does cement the fact that Shinichi probably won't ever actually turn KID in. Had fun writing this! I hope you enjoyed it.
Completed: 23.08.2015