Dead And So Not Loving It - Chapter 3 (Repost)
Title: Dead And So Not Loving It
Author: Javits
Fandom: Kleptoverse - DC/MK & FFVII crossover.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own Detective Conan, Magic Kaito, or Final Fantasy 7. Kleptoverse belongs to myself (Re), and Eli (Lastwizard) ♥
Note: Originally posted in October 2007.
Summary: He was not alone.
All things considered, it was a miracle he had even found the roof.
He'd been leisurely flying along, following a line of police cars that were, in turn, following a dummy he'd released from the scene of the crime. All in all, it had been a good night, despite Jii-chan’s warnings. "Bad feeling," indeed... Conan hadn't even been able to give him too much trouble this time. Kid had slipped away while Conan was trying to drop anvil-sized hints that they shouldn't chase the dummy; there was no way he was going to stick around long enough for the detective to confront him one-on-one. Again.
But then a particularly strong wind had forced him to abandon his pursuit of their pursuit, sending him up, up, and away. He'd determined he'd have to make an emergency landing so that he could wait for the wind to calm down enough to continue flying, and that particular rooftop looked perfect.
It was the highest building within a reasonable (and by reasonable, he meant short) distance, and it looked like the roof would be fairly big. He'd be able to see well from there, and he'd be able to pick out a good landing spot closer to the street if he decided to abandon flying and walk home.
He wouldn't have thought twice about the building if it hadn't been for the wind. Really, it had been a miracle, but miracles were the furthest things from his mind when he landed.
He wasn't alone.
There was a body, and he was pretty sure that dark puddle was blood.
The wind had died down as quickly as it had picked up, and Kid turned to take off again, planning to inform the police right away to check out the roof. After all, he was really the wrong guy for this sort of thing. Conan was the one supposed to stumble onto dead bodies, not him. Conan could be the one to deal with it.
But despite it all, his curiosity was piqued. There was a dead body on top of the highest building around. He'd just take a quick look, and add a couple details to his anonymous tip.
Collapsing the frame of his hang glider, he approached the body cautiously. The corpse (it was a corpse, wasn't it? If the puddle was blood, whoever it was must be dead by now) was on its side, back towards him. He crept around to get a better look, and then felt his world come crashing down around him.
Yuffie.
Yuffie.
No, it was impossible. It couldn't be Yuffie. It just couldn't. She said she might drop by the heist, but this was not the heist, and it couldn't be Yuffie. It just... looked like her.
Yeah, that was it. It just looked like Yuffie. And the dark puddle was just a trick of the light. Just shadows that looked puddle-like.
He was beginning to feel distinctly ill at the sight of the... not-Yuffie body. He tried not to look, but couldn't help it. He wanted to find something, some proof that he wasn't seeing things right, and it really wasn't Yuffie, and that rather sizeable stain on not-Yuffie's clothes was anything but blood.
Not that it mattered all that much if it was, since it wasn't Yuffie, but it would be rather unfortunate for whoever it was if the stain was blood. He wasn't all that fond of murders.
A glint of light caught his eye, and he whirled around, losing his balance in the midst of the motion. His back slammed against the roof and he just lay there for a moment, looking up at the night sky, wondering exactly how he'd managed to end up on a roof with a corpse (no, not a corpse, maybe the person who's not Yuffie was still alive). The details of the heist were blurry now, just distant memories. It felt like the heist had happened days or weeks ago; it didn't feel like he was still Kid, still in the midst of his getaway. How had he ended up on that roof? Why was he still there? What had that light been?
Oh, right, the light! Kaito pulled himself up, looking around for the source of the light. There, stuck firmly into something black and white and bulky, was a large shuriken.
Yuffie's shuriken.
He stared at it for a moment, his mind furiously trying to come up with an answer that didn't put person and shuriken together and equal Yuffie. He swallowed hard, squinting at the shuriken. The bulky shape it was pinning against a wall was... another person...? Someone... wearing black...
"No," he hissed, fear clawing at him as he scrambled towards the corpse. No, it wasn't a corpse. A corpse would mean death, that Yuffie... that his sister was dead, and she couldn't be; she just couldn't be dead. She was just injured; she was going to be okay...
He dropped to his knees and reached for her, pulling her body towards him. Some voice in the back of his mind that sounded annoyingly like Conan or Hakuba (he couldn't tell which) insisted that he shouldn't disturb a crime scene, but he didn't care. He could pretty much guess what had happened here, anyway; the man in black was all he'd needed to see. They had been here, and they had shot Yuffie.
"Yuffie," he said, cradling her body in his arms. "Yuffie, wake up. You've gotta wake up; open your eyes! Please, Yuffie... I'll call an ambulance, but please, you've gotta wake up!"
She couldn't be dead... She shouldn't have been there! He never should have let her get involved; he never should have told her about Kid... Those bastards had shot Yuffie, and it was all his fault...
It was then that he noticed something scribbled on the roof. A dying message.
Though, he had to admit after noting the drawings and its length, it was really more like a 'dying thesis'.
Author: Javits
Fandom: Kleptoverse - DC/MK & FFVII crossover.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own Detective Conan, Magic Kaito, or Final Fantasy 7. Kleptoverse belongs to myself (Re), and Eli (Lastwizard) ♥
Note: Originally posted in October 2007.
Summary: He was not alone.
All things considered, it was a miracle he had even found the roof.
He'd been leisurely flying along, following a line of police cars that were, in turn, following a dummy he'd released from the scene of the crime. All in all, it had been a good night, despite Jii-chan’s warnings. "Bad feeling," indeed... Conan hadn't even been able to give him too much trouble this time. Kid had slipped away while Conan was trying to drop anvil-sized hints that they shouldn't chase the dummy; there was no way he was going to stick around long enough for the detective to confront him one-on-one. Again.
But then a particularly strong wind had forced him to abandon his pursuit of their pursuit, sending him up, up, and away. He'd determined he'd have to make an emergency landing so that he could wait for the wind to calm down enough to continue flying, and that particular rooftop looked perfect.
It was the highest building within a reasonable (and by reasonable, he meant short) distance, and it looked like the roof would be fairly big. He'd be able to see well from there, and he'd be able to pick out a good landing spot closer to the street if he decided to abandon flying and walk home.
He wouldn't have thought twice about the building if it hadn't been for the wind. Really, it had been a miracle, but miracles were the furthest things from his mind when he landed.
He wasn't alone.
There was a body, and he was pretty sure that dark puddle was blood.
The wind had died down as quickly as it had picked up, and Kid turned to take off again, planning to inform the police right away to check out the roof. After all, he was really the wrong guy for this sort of thing. Conan was the one supposed to stumble onto dead bodies, not him. Conan could be the one to deal with it.
But despite it all, his curiosity was piqued. There was a dead body on top of the highest building around. He'd just take a quick look, and add a couple details to his anonymous tip.
Collapsing the frame of his hang glider, he approached the body cautiously. The corpse (it was a corpse, wasn't it? If the puddle was blood, whoever it was must be dead by now) was on its side, back towards him. He crept around to get a better look, and then felt his world come crashing down around him.
Yuffie.
Yuffie.
No, it was impossible. It couldn't be Yuffie. It just couldn't. She said she might drop by the heist, but this was not the heist, and it couldn't be Yuffie. It just... looked like her.
Yeah, that was it. It just looked like Yuffie. And the dark puddle was just a trick of the light. Just shadows that looked puddle-like.
He was beginning to feel distinctly ill at the sight of the... not-Yuffie body. He tried not to look, but couldn't help it. He wanted to find something, some proof that he wasn't seeing things right, and it really wasn't Yuffie, and that rather sizeable stain on not-Yuffie's clothes was anything but blood.
Not that it mattered all that much if it was, since it wasn't Yuffie, but it would be rather unfortunate for whoever it was if the stain was blood. He wasn't all that fond of murders.
A glint of light caught his eye, and he whirled around, losing his balance in the midst of the motion. His back slammed against the roof and he just lay there for a moment, looking up at the night sky, wondering exactly how he'd managed to end up on a roof with a corpse (no, not a corpse, maybe the person who's not Yuffie was still alive). The details of the heist were blurry now, just distant memories. It felt like the heist had happened days or weeks ago; it didn't feel like he was still Kid, still in the midst of his getaway. How had he ended up on that roof? Why was he still there? What had that light been?
Oh, right, the light! Kaito pulled himself up, looking around for the source of the light. There, stuck firmly into something black and white and bulky, was a large shuriken.
Yuffie's shuriken.
He stared at it for a moment, his mind furiously trying to come up with an answer that didn't put person and shuriken together and equal Yuffie. He swallowed hard, squinting at the shuriken. The bulky shape it was pinning against a wall was... another person...? Someone... wearing black...
"No," he hissed, fear clawing at him as he scrambled towards the corpse. No, it wasn't a corpse. A corpse would mean death, that Yuffie... that his sister was dead, and she couldn't be; she just couldn't be dead. She was just injured; she was going to be okay...
He dropped to his knees and reached for her, pulling her body towards him. Some voice in the back of his mind that sounded annoyingly like Conan or Hakuba (he couldn't tell which) insisted that he shouldn't disturb a crime scene, but he didn't care. He could pretty much guess what had happened here, anyway; the man in black was all he'd needed to see. They had been here, and they had shot Yuffie.
"Yuffie," he said, cradling her body in his arms. "Yuffie, wake up. You've gotta wake up; open your eyes! Please, Yuffie... I'll call an ambulance, but please, you've gotta wake up!"
She couldn't be dead... She shouldn't have been there! He never should have let her get involved; he never should have told her about Kid... Those bastards had shot Yuffie, and it was all his fault...
It was then that he noticed something scribbled on the roof. A dying message.
Though, he had to admit after noting the drawings and its length, it was really more like a 'dying thesis'.