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kaitou kid + conan; closed

summary: yuko is terrible at tagging. from the "took you in shipping meme" from february. prompt 8: ʟᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ — If you've been injured badly enough or can't remember all too well, you might have to relearn a good deal. Luckily, you have a helping hand.

start with Kid

[ For a Kid heist it was nothing unusual: a challenge by the old man, lots of fans, television crews, and publicity. Jirokichi Suzuki had plenty of money and pride to burn on constructing elaborate, 'thief-proof' traps designed to snare the phantom thief, and Kid, being the gentleman he was, considered it the height of rudeness not to accept such an earnest challenge. He sent his reply notice by mail and began preparations to crack his adversary's latest strategy.

An hour before midnight, the stage awaited him. In spite of the cameras, lights, and eyes upon him, Kaitou Kid made his usual, sudden appearance in a cloud of pinkish smoke. After appeasing the crowd with a few words, the chase began. This time the theft itself was relatively easy; escaping with the jewel, however, was much harder. Inspector Nakamori's blistering curses chased him through the maze of invisible lasers Jirokichi had set up in the museum corridors, returned with Kid's carefree, triumphant laughter. Hakuba, he figured, was probably lying in wait elsewhere having anticipated the exits Kid might use. As for the boy detective, Kid hadn't glimpsed him yet but was on the lookout for soccer balls flying out of the darkness.

Bursting out on to a balcony (not the rooftop; Nakamori and Hakuba would definitely have watchers on the rooftop), Kid hopped lightly on to the stone rail and bowed to his fans, kept back by the museum's outer perimeter. A spotlight was hurriedly shone on him and he carefully did not let it show that it partially blinded him. Kid's voice carried out over the grounds thanks to speakers planted earlier by Jii, and the tiny microphone on his lapel. ]

As per my notice, I have taken possession of the jewel. [ and up went the cheers from his fans ]

[ Grinning, he tipped his hat and prepared to exit. He could hear Hakuba up on the roof calling his name but paid it no mind at first. It took a few seconds for it to register as a cry of alarm rather than a detective simply yelling at his fleeing target (which Hakuba had never done before, actually). ]

"Behind you, Kid!"

[ Kid spun on his heel as he dropped a smoke capsule from one sleeve. He saw a man in black with a handlebar moustache - Snake, the emotional part of him hissed, almost tossing him out of the confident façade that was Kid - and then he was enveloped in thick smoke. A bare second later there was a muffled gunshot and a bullet struck him in the chest, knocking him off the balcony.

Somehow he managed to remember to wrench out the black cloak. Somehow he managed to complete his 'disappearing' act despite shooting pains from the bullet's impact (thank all the gods he'd been wearing the bullet-proof vest tonight). He expected the landing to hurt and it did. His body hit the ground painfully after falling two stories and he was unable to prevent his head from cracking against the concrete.

Have to get away, have to disappear. Disoriented and badly winded, he scrambled unsteadily to his feet and stumbled from shadow to shadow, ducking around the side of the museum out of sight of the searchlights. He somehow let himself out via an unlocked side gate without falling and lost himself in the crowded streets. The hat got flattened and stowed away with his monocle and cape, but Kaito's fingers couldn't seem to manage the buttons of his tux even after he found a quiet alley to change in. Still wrapped in his cloak, he slumped against a wall as a bout of dizziness hit him and slid to the ground. The last woozy thought in his head was that he still wasn't out of the police search range before he slipped sideways and fell to the ground unconscious. ]

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[ Kid didn't have to worry about rogue soccer balls because Conan was late that night. A murder had happened on the way to the heist, and while Conan enjoyed trying to pin down the flighty thief, catching a murderer was more important. Still, he managed to solve it quickly (it was a simple alibi trick after all) and resumed making his way towards Kid. He might be too late to stop the heist form happening, but still had the opportunity of pursing the fleeing thief.

He paused at the entrance of a dark alley not far from his destination though, his eyes having caught sight of something moving in the shadows. The faint thud that followed made Conan cautiously light up his watch and walk in the alleyway. He throws caution to the wind though when he sees a black lump on the floor he recognized as a human body ]

Are you okay?!

[ Conan ran to the body and moved the cloak away from the face. Shining the light on the person, he freezes. Kudo Shinichi, was the first name that popped out. But that was impossible because he was Shinichi. Then who was this?

Conan pulled off the cloak the unconscious body, and at the sight of the outfit, his confusion grew. Why was this person wearing an outfit awfully similar to a particular phantom thief? If the obvious answer was the correct one, then why was the thief wearing Kudo Shinichi's face? What was the merit?

Feeling himself beginning to get lost in thought, Conan shook himself out of it. There were more important matters right now, like finding the cause of the person's lack of conscious and fixing it.

It didn't take long to find the head wound and the obviously suspicious hole in the chest. Gently patting his hand around the chest area, he felt the existence of a firm undergarment, most likely a bullet-proof vest. Piecing the two together, Conan let out a small noise of frustration before pulling out his cell phone. After a moment's hesitation, Conan called for Agasa, and more importantly, the car. Kaitou Kid or not, this person was obviously caught up in something shady involving guns. Added with the outfit and the face, Conan didn't want to risk just dumping this person at a hospital (someone that looks like Kudo Shinichi being brought into a hospital wearing a white ~~tacky~~ suit and a bullet hole was bound to catch unneeded attention). Luckily, it didn't seem the person needed surgery. Haibara and his own skills would probably be enough to treat the wound. ]

You're going to have a lot to answer for. ...Might as well do something about that head wound. Hakase won't want blood on the seats. [ Conan reaches out to carefully perform first aid while waiting for the car to arrive ]

[ The thief doesn't surface until he's been loaded into the car and they're well on their way. It's a slow, fuzzy process that probably goes unnoticed, except by those with a keen eye. Both eyelids twitch, a thread of thought - panic, he was fleeing something and there had been a crack (gunfire or bone?) - then he gives up and returns to a brief period of slumber. The breathing which has seemed to pick up settles once more into a slow, even tempo.

The next attempt is more noticeable. His forehead creases then smooths, a quiet sound escapes his lips (sharp inhale, exhale). But his eyes don't open. The thief remains in an apparent state of unconsciousness, listening to the sounds around him, counting the footfalls - if any - which come and go around him, judging whether the company he is in is trustworthy or dangerous. There are also subtle attempts to gauge the surface he's lying on - it had been some sort of fabric before, hadn't it? And with other movements that he tries to keep non-existent, he attempts to parse the state of his clothing and equipment. Was he still wearing his bullet-proof vest? His suit? The cloak? Where was his card gun, or the heist target that he had taken? ]

[ Agasa was used to Conan's abrupt requests, so he had helped Conan carry the unconscious male inside the car and quickly began heading back to his house without too many questions. Conan stayed in the back with the man, not wanting to risk him falling off the seat during the ride. It was a tight fit, with Conan having to lay the other's head on his lap. He kept a hand around the shoulder to make sure the body didn't jostle around. Being in such close proximity, he naturally saw the small movement of the eyelids, the change in breathing. It was a relief to see that the breathing wasn't as labored as before, that it had become somewhat peaceful.

It didn't take long for Agasa to arrive home. If it were possible, Conan might have used the Kudo manor, but Subaru was living there, and if this really was Kaitou Kid, having Subaru under the same roof wasn't the best choice. Ignoring Haibara's glare, he helped Agasa carry the body into one of the guest rooms. It took a little negotiating with Haibara to agree to treat the patient, but Conan managed. With their combined effort, they did as best as possible to treat the wounds and all what was left to do was provide a place to rest for the patient to recover on their own.

Thanking Haibara and bidding her good night, Conan shut the door to the guest room quietly. Climbing to a chair near the bedside, he looked more closely at the sleeping male in front of him. Conan had taken the jacket, shirt, and vest off when treating the wounds. The sleeping figure only had bandages around the chest area, with matching bandages around the head. Those were the biggest injuries, and the rest only needed some antiseptic and band-aids.

The articles of clothing that were taken off were piled on another chair next to the bedside table, mostly untouched, despite it seeming to contain incriminating evidence. If the state of unconsciousness was caused by Conan's own hand, he wouldn't hesitate to look through every pocket of the clothing. But this was caused by someone else, with the intent to kill. It didn't seem fair, or right. He could be a detective after this mystery patient woke up. ]

So hurry up and open your eyes.

[ Cloth sheets: bed. Three faint voices: two he recognised, one he didn't. Clothing: there were bandages around his chest that restricted his breathing a little. It didn't hurt to breathe but if they had bound his chest then there must be something wrong. He did at least clearly remember an impact there but he hadn't realised anything had broken. A slightly deeper than normal breath sent a sharp twinge through his chest and, by reflex, he gasped. With his cover of sleep broken he reluctantly opened his eyes.

It was odd not having his shirt. To say that he was naked without it would be stating the obvious, but his upper clothing contained the bulk of his escape paraphernalia not to mention the heist target. As a result, it was a vulnerability he felt keenly. Especially with the presence of a certain small detective at his bedside. A detective who had been waiting for him to wake up for a while, apparently.

His clothes may have been within reach but they had never felt so far away. ]

...I expected to wake in handcuffs.

[ Those were his first words. He angled his head towards Conan, face blank, eyes lidded - watchful, still, and deceptively relaxed. If Conan hoped to see some hint of the person that Kid was when his mask was off then he would be disappointed. There was nothing of 'Kaito'; there was only Kid. ]

[ Despite sensing the patient waking up, but Conan didn't move or say anything. He had let the other come back to the world of living in their own time, allowing them to adjust as they wanted. Slipping into his role as a detective, he studied the movements of the body carefully, to pick up as many hints as possible.

He wasn't expecting the person under the monocle (despite the thief not wearing it currently) to show up immediately. Kid wasn't that easy of a target, even if he was in pain and obviously at a disadvantage. And Conan wasn't foolish enough to let his guard down. Placing a small smirk on his face, he looks straight into Kid's eyes. ]

Sorry, but I don't cater to hobbies like that. [ He crosses his legs and arms as he sits back in the chair, his stare not straying. He could start firing off the questions, but first: ] How do you feel?

[ Kid chuckles, moves his head again and winces. The room wavers before his eyes and he determines that he should probably remain as still as possible. That hit to the head had been painful. ]

Alive. [ His eyes take in the decor of the guest room he has been brought to. ] Your place, detective?

[ It doesn't look like a room that would be found in a mansion. But if not the detective's, there are very few other places that are safe to bring an internationally-wanted jewel thief to. He recalls the third, young voice he could not identify earlier when he was beginning to regain consciousness and wonders if it is, perhaps, a safe house for Edogawa.

He has never been to Agasa's lab personally, even if a lot of his gadgets are sourced from the man. ]

No, my place has a different house guest already. [ It was no use hiding where this place was, it wasn't exactly that hard to figure out after all ] You're next door.

[ He gestured to the bedside table with his head. ] If you want painkillers. [ They were made by Haibara, so they worked better than over-the-counter drugs and didn't make the user drowsy. But Kaitou Kid didn't know that, and Conan doubted the thief would actually take the painkillers right away. ]

Are you up to answering questions?

[ Ah, the professor's laboratory. He flicked his eyes to the ceiling to hide his recognition of the fact. He thought he had recognised the older man's voice but the memory was fuzzy and old. That just left the young girl's.

As Conan expected, Kid ignored the painkillers on the table. ]

Starting my interrogation right away, hmm? [ He shut his eyes and made a small fluttering gesture with one hand. The thief was in no position to run away with the injuries he had. He was sure he had at least one cracked rib, and his head would no doubt start spinning if he moved too suddenly. ] Go ahead.

[ Conan felt a slight guilt in questioning the thief when he was in pain. 'This is necessary for safety' he told himself ]

Who shot you? [ If there was a criminal with a gun running around Beika, they needed to be apprehended right away after all ] And... that face. It's not a mask is it? [ While posed as a question, it was more of a statement. Conan didn't exactly pull on the thief's cheek, but the scratches on the face and the cold sweat from the pain were teltlale signs that it was real skin and not a mask ]

[ Kid considered how much he wanted to answer the first question. The desire to be secretive remained a strong instinct in the thief. Snake and his organisation were Kid's prey, not the little detective's. It would be the magician who took them down and delivered them to the police. The issue of his face, on the other hand, was something unavoidable and almost didn't merit an answer. Conan had had ample opportunity to test the elasticity of his cheeks while he had been asleep. ]

Someone who doesn't like me very much.

[ He had personal reasons for withholding information. If only he could remember what those reasons were.

This realisation made him pause before he continued on: ]

And yes, it is my real face. [ Blue eyes slid sidelong. One of them winked; his lips twitched into a smile. ] Hello, brother.

[ Please don't kick the invalid for his horrible joke. ]

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[ He probably shouldn't feel so irritated, after all Kid was a thief, and weren't they all liars and tricksters anyway? It was practically a given that the other wasn't going to be straightforward in his answers, much less to a detective. Still, that wink was unnecessary so the bed gets a kick for that. Be thankful for this kind detective who takes pity on injured criminals.

Speaking of brothers and phantom thieves though... ]

You can call me "dear big brother" and I still wouldn't want you. [ That man that was in the elementary school library late at night, the "younger brother" as he claimed. Didn't it turn out that that intruder was none other than the phantom thief lying in bed right now? But that was 10 years ago. ]

Did your shooters see your face?

[ Unaware of the interaction between his predecessor and the Kudo family, Kid simply smirked at Conan. Every Holmes needed a rival to test his genius against, didn't he? Conan needed him more than Kid needed the detective. He was fairly sure that was the same reason Saguru Hakuba had come to Japan to pursue him. ]

I was silhouetted by the lights the elder Suzuki insisted on using. [ came his serene answer. ] I can't imagine they saw more than they have already seen.

[ Just how much they had already seen, he left to Conan's imagination. ]

But I won't have you pursuing them, detective. You are not going to lose another life on my behalf.

[ Ha ha ha, aren't you full of yourself, Kid. This detective doesn't need you. You're just a good thing to have around to pass the boredom, that's all.

"Them", that meant it was more than the work of one. Dangerous enough that Kid believed Conan would get into huge trouble if he pursued them (and Kid knew how hard it was to get rid of Conan. The God of Death loved him, but not enough to keep Conan by its side.) ]

Don't be ridiculous. I'm not going to lose anything on your behalf. Who do you think I am? [ He isn't promising to not pursue the criminals, but that was pretty much impossible to do in the first place, so give up Kid. ]

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I think, [ he snaps, ] that we're far too similar for our own good, and I'm telling you not to go after these people because I might not be there to save you like last time!

[ Kid, in a rare show of temper, has half-risen to glare at the small detective. The anger doesn't last long, as the thief almost straightaway winces and a hand goes to his chest. He falls back on to the bed, concentrating on breathing in a way that doesn't hurt. ]

You scare me more than Hakuba, [ he mutters. ] Damn it, Kudo.

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kaitou kid + conan; closed

i wrote out my tag on scrap paper and now i have to decode my scribbles

it is a beautiful tag you have created from those scribbles ()b

i wrote too small on my paper it was difficult lmaooo

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agasa is probably the cause of all the crime rates

clearly Agasa is who Conan should be arresting, not Kaito

but if we get rid of Agasa what will entertain Conan

I volunteer haibara as tribute

uh no that would end in conan entertianing haibara

yes, and then kid can go on a crime spree while conan is busy!

... haibara it seems kaitou kid can entertain you more, go poison him!

but what if she asks him to steal expensive purses for her? 8|