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
XXXIX: Hattori and Kudou
"Fuck, Kudou…" Hattori swore, scowling darkly at his friend.
"I said I was sorry seventeen times already, Hattori," Shinichi groaned in apologetic exasperation.
"Well, sorry means shit when my head is aching thanks to you!" the Osakan growled. The pair was headed back to Beika to retire at Shinichi's home to crash for the night, as Heiji had no desire to wake Kazuha at four in the morning with his entrance into their shared apartment. Kaitou KID had managed to escape yet again after somehow surviving the barrage of soccer balls kicked his way by an utterly gleeful Modern-Day Holmes. Unfortunately for Heiji, KID had managed to duck one ball in particular that had continued its unimpeded path directly at him. Needless to say, Heiji's previously positive opinion had instantly flipped and he was thoroughly less than impressed with both his fellow homicide detective and the notorious phantom thief. Saguru had stayed out of the line of fire by maintaining his position on the roof of the north wing of the manor.
Shinichi pulled his car into the Kudou manor's drive, shutting the engine off with a tired sigh. "I'm not sure I'll go in tomorrow," he yawned as they stumbled to the front door. They stepped into the genkan, Shinichi turning the foyer light on. The detectives froze upon seeing a white note folded once so that it stood like a miniature tent on the wood slat flooring. Shinichi picked the note up and read the contents aloud.
My darling detectives,
My sincerest gratitude for providing me with
a particularly eventful evening! I hope to
see more of you both at my shows, and I
assuredly obtained a nice little work out
this time around, Meitantei. If I were you,
I would get that head check out just in
case, Tantei-han. That one sounded like it
hurt!
With good cheer,
-Kaitou KID
"No shit, Sherlock," Heiji grumbled under his breath, and Shinichi glared at his friend for profaning his idol so casually. The Osakan ignored his friend with practiced ease as he stumbled towards the guest room he had long ago claimed as his. Heiji, who, like his fellow detectives had long suspected that Kuroba Kaito was Kaitou KID, dragged a hand down his face and sighed as he climbed the staircase, "You're crazy, Kuroba…"
Author's Note: Hm, heist aftermath. And poor Heiji just happened to be in the way. Must really, really suck to be the unintentional recipient of one of Shinichi's super-powered soccer balls. I hope you enjoyed it.
Completed: 28.10.2015