Facets of a Gem
Author: Peppymint
Title: Facets of a Gem
Disclaimer: I do not own these series, Gosho does. Please don't sue
Rating: T
Summary: My two most recent MK/DC drabbles
I hope you like them.
This is a plunnie that came to me when I was working on SoaG
Since it doesn’t fit with that story I decided to put it here
Proof
In a perfectly average house, in a perfectly ordinary neighborhood, a not so ordinary young man lay carelessly sprawled over his couch. Kaito Kuroba looked totally relaxed. In truth he was anything but. This day would make or break him, and he knew it.
The magician thief gave silent thanks that Snake was an idiot. Imagine, him being his Father. Still, it would help him in the long run. When it came down to it, all the police had was circumstantial evidence. That, Kaito knew, would be his salvation.
He had done everything he could. There was nothing in the house that would imply the magician was anything other than what he appeared to be. Kaito’s workroom had been locked from the inside. A little real magic did the rest. No one would stumble into Kid’s lair the way he had done once upon a time.
As the doorbell rang, Kaito’s poker face slid into place with an almost audible click. He got up and moved to open the door. Inwardly he was utterly unsurprised to find Nakamori-keibu, Hakuba, and several members of the Task Force standing on his doorstep; outwardly he blinked. “Inspector? What are you doing here?” His expression turned concerned. “Is something wrong with Aoko?”
“No Aoko is fine,” the older man shifted uncomfortably. “I’m afraid I’m here on official business Kuroba-san.”
If Kaito hadn’t already known why Ginzo was there the overly formal honorific would have been warning enough. He gave the officer’s a puzzled look. “Official business?” he echoed. “Here?”
Nakamori nodded before softly explaining the situation.
“Whoa whoa time out.” Kaito held up his hands in a crossed position. “Let me get this straight. This man you arrested, who the police know to be a killer, has claimed my Father is the Kaitou Kid.”
Once again the inspector nodded, but did not speak. He wasn’t exactly happy to be here.
“Need I remind you my Father has been dead for over a decade,” the magician let his grief leak into the words.
“I know Kaito-kun, but we have to investigate.” Kaito could see the regret in Nakamori’s dark eyes. “If we have to we can come back with a warrant.”
The magician shook his head before opening the door. “That won’t be necessary inspector,” he stated. “Come in.” It was better to get this over with.
For the next several hours the officers searched the house from top to bottom while Hakuba sat next to his former classmate. “They’re not going to find anything,” the detective said at last, turning to face the magician. “Are they.” It was more of a statement than a question.
Kaito just stared at him. “Why would they?” Hakuba sighed and leaned back against the couch. Why had he even bothered?
Finally they were finished. Inspector Nakamori gave Kaito his apologies and ushered his men out the door. He paused in the driveway, looking back over his shoulder at the young man he had watched grow up. In truth, Ginzo had his own suspicions, but they were just that, suspicions. As long as there was no proof, it didn’t matter, which was just as well, considering what else the assassin had said.
FoaGFoaGFoaGFoaG
It’s true, Snake doesn’t have any proof
Which means they can’t arrest Kaito
I own no one and nothing
Except my fire-breathing kitty
Meetings
Shinichi sighed as he wandered the halls of the university. Ran had decided to visit a friend and somehow he had gotten dragged along. Oh well, it wasn’t as though he had anything to complain about. The brunette had regained his real body and the Black Organization was history. Ran had agreed to go out with him, after she had hit him for being an idiot.
The detective would die before he admitted it aloud, but he didn’t regret his time as Conan. He had learned many things and made some great friends, like Ai and Hattori. A grimace crossed Kudo’s face as he remembered how arrogant he had been. Humility had been one of the first lessons he had learned during his second childhood.
A flash of white in the corner of his eye brought to mind a different subject. That was another thing that had changed. It had been almost a year since the Kaitou Kid had suddenly retired, sending Nakamori his letter of resignation. The inspector’s reaction to that had been loud.
Surprisingly, Shinichi’s disappointment had nothing to do with the fact he had never caught the thief. The young man’s intellect didn’t completely isolate him. He did have peers. Still, Kid was his equal, the one person who had ever truly challenged him. Heaven help him, he missed the kaitou.
Kudo turned a corner, only to run smack dab into another figure. Strong arms wrapped around the detective, steadying him before he could fall.
“Are you alright?” an unfamiliar voice asked.
The tantei nodded before turning around; an apology on his lips, and promptly froze. His breath caught as he stared into the shocked sapphire orbs, eyes that were set in his own face.
The other man looked just like him, but with wilder hair. Shinichi realized just whom he had run into almost immediately. The detective knew the Kaitou Kid was gone, and that he wasn’t coming back. Then again, so was Conan Edogawa. Maybe it was time to start over. “Do I know you?” Kudo inquired lightly. His eyes gleamed in anticipation. “You seem familiar.”
The retired thief knew exactly what his rival was thinking, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t play his part. The brunette shook his head. “I don’t think so, and I’m sure I would remember.” He leaned forward, taking a closer look at the tantei’s face. “It’s weird. If I didn’t know better I would swear we were related.”
Kudo almost grinned. It was a good excuse to explain away Kid’s earlier reaction. Most people would have fallen for it. Neither of them were most people. “Shinichi Kudo,” he introduced himself.
The magician almost hesitated before reaching out to shake the other’s hand. “Kaito Kuroba, pleased to meet you.”
FoaGFoaGFoaGFoaG
“If he hadn’t been my enemy, he would have been my friend”
I’ve always thought this quote suited Kaito and Shinichi well
What do you think?
Title: Facets of a Gem
Disclaimer: I do not own these series, Gosho does. Please don't sue
Rating: T
Summary: My two most recent MK/DC drabbles
I hope you like them.
This is a plunnie that came to me when I was working on SoaG
Since it doesn’t fit with that story I decided to put it here
Proof
In a perfectly average house, in a perfectly ordinary neighborhood, a not so ordinary young man lay carelessly sprawled over his couch. Kaito Kuroba looked totally relaxed. In truth he was anything but. This day would make or break him, and he knew it.
The magician thief gave silent thanks that Snake was an idiot. Imagine, him being his Father. Still, it would help him in the long run. When it came down to it, all the police had was circumstantial evidence. That, Kaito knew, would be his salvation.
He had done everything he could. There was nothing in the house that would imply the magician was anything other than what he appeared to be. Kaito’s workroom had been locked from the inside. A little real magic did the rest. No one would stumble into Kid’s lair the way he had done once upon a time.
As the doorbell rang, Kaito’s poker face slid into place with an almost audible click. He got up and moved to open the door. Inwardly he was utterly unsurprised to find Nakamori-keibu, Hakuba, and several members of the Task Force standing on his doorstep; outwardly he blinked. “Inspector? What are you doing here?” His expression turned concerned. “Is something wrong with Aoko?”
“No Aoko is fine,” the older man shifted uncomfortably. “I’m afraid I’m here on official business Kuroba-san.”
If Kaito hadn’t already known why Ginzo was there the overly formal honorific would have been warning enough. He gave the officer’s a puzzled look. “Official business?” he echoed. “Here?”
Nakamori nodded before softly explaining the situation.
“Whoa whoa time out.” Kaito held up his hands in a crossed position. “Let me get this straight. This man you arrested, who the police know to be a killer, has claimed my Father is the Kaitou Kid.”
Once again the inspector nodded, but did not speak. He wasn’t exactly happy to be here.
“Need I remind you my Father has been dead for over a decade,” the magician let his grief leak into the words.
“I know Kaito-kun, but we have to investigate.” Kaito could see the regret in Nakamori’s dark eyes. “If we have to we can come back with a warrant.”
The magician shook his head before opening the door. “That won’t be necessary inspector,” he stated. “Come in.” It was better to get this over with.
For the next several hours the officers searched the house from top to bottom while Hakuba sat next to his former classmate. “They’re not going to find anything,” the detective said at last, turning to face the magician. “Are they.” It was more of a statement than a question.
Kaito just stared at him. “Why would they?” Hakuba sighed and leaned back against the couch. Why had he even bothered?
Finally they were finished. Inspector Nakamori gave Kaito his apologies and ushered his men out the door. He paused in the driveway, looking back over his shoulder at the young man he had watched grow up. In truth, Ginzo had his own suspicions, but they were just that, suspicions. As long as there was no proof, it didn’t matter, which was just as well, considering what else the assassin had said.
FoaGFoaGFoaGFoaG
It’s true, Snake doesn’t have any proof
Which means they can’t arrest Kaito
I own no one and nothing
Except my fire-breathing kitty
Meetings
Shinichi sighed as he wandered the halls of the university. Ran had decided to visit a friend and somehow he had gotten dragged along. Oh well, it wasn’t as though he had anything to complain about. The brunette had regained his real body and the Black Organization was history. Ran had agreed to go out with him, after she had hit him for being an idiot.
The detective would die before he admitted it aloud, but he didn’t regret his time as Conan. He had learned many things and made some great friends, like Ai and Hattori. A grimace crossed Kudo’s face as he remembered how arrogant he had been. Humility had been one of the first lessons he had learned during his second childhood.
A flash of white in the corner of his eye brought to mind a different subject. That was another thing that had changed. It had been almost a year since the Kaitou Kid had suddenly retired, sending Nakamori his letter of resignation. The inspector’s reaction to that had been loud.
Surprisingly, Shinichi’s disappointment had nothing to do with the fact he had never caught the thief. The young man’s intellect didn’t completely isolate him. He did have peers. Still, Kid was his equal, the one person who had ever truly challenged him. Heaven help him, he missed the kaitou.
Kudo turned a corner, only to run smack dab into another figure. Strong arms wrapped around the detective, steadying him before he could fall.
“Are you alright?” an unfamiliar voice asked.
The tantei nodded before turning around; an apology on his lips, and promptly froze. His breath caught as he stared into the shocked sapphire orbs, eyes that were set in his own face.
The other man looked just like him, but with wilder hair. Shinichi realized just whom he had run into almost immediately. The detective knew the Kaitou Kid was gone, and that he wasn’t coming back. Then again, so was Conan Edogawa. Maybe it was time to start over. “Do I know you?” Kudo inquired lightly. His eyes gleamed in anticipation. “You seem familiar.”
The retired thief knew exactly what his rival was thinking, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t play his part. The brunette shook his head. “I don’t think so, and I’m sure I would remember.” He leaned forward, taking a closer look at the tantei’s face. “It’s weird. If I didn’t know better I would swear we were related.”
Kudo almost grinned. It was a good excuse to explain away Kid’s earlier reaction. Most people would have fallen for it. Neither of them were most people. “Shinichi Kudo,” he introduced himself.
The magician almost hesitated before reaching out to shake the other’s hand. “Kaito Kuroba, pleased to meet you.”
FoaGFoaGFoaGFoaG
“If he hadn’t been my enemy, he would have been my friend”
I’ve always thought this quote suited Kaito and Shinichi well
What do you think?