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
LXXXIII: Kudou and Kuroba
It was inevitable that, at some point in the chaos created by both Kaito and KID, Shinichi would become separated from Heiji and Saguru.
"Having fun, Meitantei?" came the phantom thief's lilting voice from somewhere close in the haze—he sounded close enough to be whispering in his ear. In the background he could hear Kaito cursing about something or another some distance away, and the fleeting thought of Hakase creating KID's help—whoever it was—something similar to his voice-changing bowtie crossed his mind. He dismissed it immediately, for under what circumstances would KID have to meet his crazy inventor neighbor? And much less have Hakase agreeing to make gadgets for a known criminal?
"KID," Shinichi hissed quietly, not wanting to be overheard but quite thoroughly peeved, "This was not part of the plan!"
The magician's face emerged from the gloom, stopping centimeters away from his own. The Division One officer made to backpedal, but KID's hands grasped him by the arms and held him in place. "Haven't you learned your lesson by now, Meitantei?" he teased with a mocking shake of his head in disappointment, "Plans involving me almost never go the way you want them to."
"But—There aren't supposed to be two of you!" Shinichi snapped with both irritation and urgency.
KID smirked. "Whoever said there were two of me? I am me and Tantei-chan is Tantei-chan, if that is indeed who you are referring to. Regardless, trust me, Meitantei. Just follow your part of the plan." The magician released the detective from his grasp and melted into the smoke. "I promise I will send our… mutual acquaintances… in your direction. Speaking of which, I spotted them earlier, right where you predicted." The phantom thief's voice came from all directions, rendering Shinichi unable to determine where exactly the white annoyance was.
"Ku—KID!" Shinichi yelled, reaching out but feeling nothing catch in his fingers.
"I'll send word to the others to get into position as well," the thief murmured, and the presence that was Kaitou KID vanished from the homicide detective's periphery. "Tantei-han! Tantei-san! Where are you?" he trilled joyfully somewhere in the haze. Heiji's swearing answered KID's call.
"KI—oh, fuck it," Shinichi swore as he twisted and felt his way to the gallery entrance before sprinting out of the museum. Somewhere behind him he heard a bang and a yelp, followed by a taunting cheer at the phantom thief from Kaito.
Author's Note: Directions: Measure out one part Kuroba Kaito and one part Kaitou KID; mix thoroughly. Caution: Results may be explosive in nature; sanity not guaranteed. I hope you enjoyed it.
Completed: 11.07.2016