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
XLII: Hattori and Hakuba
His phone rang, and he picked it up with a curt, "Hakuba," as he trudged through the streets in the pre-dawn gloom. He had meant to get in early to finish a bit of paperwork.
"Oi," greeted the voice on the other end, and Saguru recognized it as Heiji's. "You better get to HQ quickly. KID's left a present for us," the homicide detective said before hanging up. Saguru, despite being almost to the station, broke out into a run after tucking the device into his pocket. He reached the station slightly out of breath, immediately spotting what had grabbed Heiji's attention.
A woman in full Rococo-era attire of corseted evening dress with a low, off-the-shoulder décolleté and hoop-structured skirt—wig, pantalettes, and petticoats included—hung suspended before the front doors of the station with strings attached to her wrists and elbows, though she was out of reach of the small gathering of policemen watching from below. A light shone down on her, illuminating her form like a puppet on a stage with the police building as her backdrop, and high above her the strings suspending her converged in a long, upended "V". At the crest of the triangle, drifting midair stood none other than a grinning Kaitou KID.
The thief's hands were held out before him, and it became readily apparent that the strings attached to her were wrapped around his fingers, and with a small flick of one bonded digit, her corresponding joint would move. The woman was unconscious, if the lolling of her exorbitantly coifed head was any indication to go by, and it was only then that Saguru realized that she was draped in the stolen finery from several days ago—the pilfered Countess' Diamond Collection. The phantom thief wiggled his fingers as he seemed to walk along an invisible platform of sorts, causing her to waltz gracefully midair to an inaudible tune. The woman soon came to groggily, though she quickly realized she was suspended aerially and panicked after taking in her attire. She shrieked in embarrassment as she tried to hide her legs from the policemen's eyes below, but the hooping rendered her efforts inadequate.
After a half minute of making her dance, KID slid the strings from his gloved fingers, and she was gently lowered to the ground, where she was swarmed by the cops and taken inside the building. Heiji snorted. "KID possessive much?" he asked as he and Saguru watched the thief as he bowed and vanished in an explosion of smoke.
"Always," Saguru murmured. "Never liked someone using his name to frame him."
Not two minutes later Kaito stumbled into the building, looking distinctly rumpled and with bruises under his eyes.
Heiji eyed his coworker. "How late did you stay up last night to find her?"
Kaito blinked blearily. "Huh?"
Author's Note: Mm, perhaps not my most inspired piece, but I'm satisfied with how it turned out. It was surprisingly difficult to get this little piece out. I must be losing my touch. I hope you enjoyed it.
Completed: 09.11.2015