Happy Halloween
It was appropriate that the Kaitou Kid’s last heist took place on Halloween. The holiday was a day filled with magic, with wonder and fear, a day for the living, and for the dead.
Things were not going well, not well at all. All thoughts of capturing the elusive phantom thief had gone right out the window. Kid grabbed Nakamori’s right arm and pulled hard, yanking the older man out of the path of a bullet. The inspector nodded his thanks.
A grim smile crossed Kudo’s face as he evaluated the situation. “Even if they kill us all,” he commented. “We’ve still won. Not even the Black Organization will be able to cover this up.”
The Kaitou Kid snorted before shaking his head disapprovingly. “So pessimistic tantei-kun,” he chided. “If I had that kind of attitude our friends in black would have succeeded in offing me years ago.”
Hakuba opened his mouth to demand just what the thief meant by that only to throw himself flat as yet another bullet whipped over his head. They could talk about that later, if there was a later.
Suddenly, a chill spread over the area, raising goose bumps on everyone’s arms. Nakamori couldn’t prevent himself from shivering. “Do you feel that?” he asked the others softly. Something was happening.
A booming, familiar laugh followed the wave, causing everyone to look at the kaitou in their midst. Kid’s attention was on something else. Between the two groups stood a white-clad figure. His form shimmered, giving the man an almost translucent appearance.
“Father,” the thief’s shocked whisper barely reached the taskforce’s ears.
Snake’s reaction was not so silent. “You!” he shouted pointing at the man in shock. “But you’re dead. I killed you.”
The first Kaitou Kid just grinned. “So you did,” he agreed pleasantly. “But is this not Hallows Eve? The one night spirits are free to walk the earth?” The expression on Toichi’s face turned nasty. “We have long overdue business to discuss assassin, and I’m not the only one.”
Then they appeared, men, woman, white, black, young, old. They had nothing in common; they had everything in common. Each and every one of them were dead, and all at the hands of the Black Organization. As one, the horde of ghosts descended on their killers.
“Traitor,” one former officer hissed. “You took the same vows I did. I promised my Mom I would be home for dinner. I was going to get married. How could you do this to me, to us? I thought you were my friend.” The tirade went on and on. They had been helpless once; they were not helpless now.
When it was over the members of the Black Organization lay unconscious where they had fallen. It would be days before some of them would awaken, and none of them would ever be quite the same.
The apparition approached the taskforce on silent feet. “Nakamori-keibu,” he bowed slightly, greeting his old adversary. A pair of piercing blue eyes moved past the officer’s to another figure. Toichi stepped forward, reaching up to touch his son’s face. “You’ve grown. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to see it.”
“Don’t be,” Kaito choked. “It wasn’t your fault.”
The ghost didn’t entirely agree, but he let the matter stand. “So what will you do now?” he asked.
“I’m not sure,” the younger thief admitted, heedless of their audience. “The only reason I became Kid was to see justice for your death.” He ignored the sharp inhalations that revelation caused. “But,” Kaito continued. “My work isn’t finished yet.”
Toichi just gave the other an enigmatic smile. “Is it not my son?” Then, he faded away.
Kaito followed his Father’s gaze to the gemstone he held in his hand. It was glowing an eerie red under the moonlight. A burst of laughter emerged from his throat then, and if a few tears ran down the thief’s cheeks, no one saw fit to mention it.
FoaGFoaGFoaG
Hope you liked it
I used Toichi’s name because it got confusing trying
to switch between the two Kids
As always, any comments are appreciated.
Things were not going well, not well at all. All thoughts of capturing the elusive phantom thief had gone right out the window. Kid grabbed Nakamori’s right arm and pulled hard, yanking the older man out of the path of a bullet. The inspector nodded his thanks.
A grim smile crossed Kudo’s face as he evaluated the situation. “Even if they kill us all,” he commented. “We’ve still won. Not even the Black Organization will be able to cover this up.”
The Kaitou Kid snorted before shaking his head disapprovingly. “So pessimistic tantei-kun,” he chided. “If I had that kind of attitude our friends in black would have succeeded in offing me years ago.”
Hakuba opened his mouth to demand just what the thief meant by that only to throw himself flat as yet another bullet whipped over his head. They could talk about that later, if there was a later.
Suddenly, a chill spread over the area, raising goose bumps on everyone’s arms. Nakamori couldn’t prevent himself from shivering. “Do you feel that?” he asked the others softly. Something was happening.
A booming, familiar laugh followed the wave, causing everyone to look at the kaitou in their midst. Kid’s attention was on something else. Between the two groups stood a white-clad figure. His form shimmered, giving the man an almost translucent appearance.
“Father,” the thief’s shocked whisper barely reached the taskforce’s ears.
Snake’s reaction was not so silent. “You!” he shouted pointing at the man in shock. “But you’re dead. I killed you.”
The first Kaitou Kid just grinned. “So you did,” he agreed pleasantly. “But is this not Hallows Eve? The one night spirits are free to walk the earth?” The expression on Toichi’s face turned nasty. “We have long overdue business to discuss assassin, and I’m not the only one.”
Then they appeared, men, woman, white, black, young, old. They had nothing in common; they had everything in common. Each and every one of them were dead, and all at the hands of the Black Organization. As one, the horde of ghosts descended on their killers.
“Traitor,” one former officer hissed. “You took the same vows I did. I promised my Mom I would be home for dinner. I was going to get married. How could you do this to me, to us? I thought you were my friend.” The tirade went on and on. They had been helpless once; they were not helpless now.
When it was over the members of the Black Organization lay unconscious where they had fallen. It would be days before some of them would awaken, and none of them would ever be quite the same.
The apparition approached the taskforce on silent feet. “Nakamori-keibu,” he bowed slightly, greeting his old adversary. A pair of piercing blue eyes moved past the officer’s to another figure. Toichi stepped forward, reaching up to touch his son’s face. “You’ve grown. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to see it.”
“Don’t be,” Kaito choked. “It wasn’t your fault.”
The ghost didn’t entirely agree, but he let the matter stand. “So what will you do now?” he asked.
“I’m not sure,” the younger thief admitted, heedless of their audience. “The only reason I became Kid was to see justice for your death.” He ignored the sharp inhalations that revelation caused. “But,” Kaito continued. “My work isn’t finished yet.”
Toichi just gave the other an enigmatic smile. “Is it not my son?” Then, he faded away.
Kaito followed his Father’s gaze to the gemstone he held in his hand. It was glowing an eerie red under the moonlight. A burst of laughter emerged from his throat then, and if a few tears ran down the thief’s cheeks, no one saw fit to mention it.
FoaGFoaGFoaG
Hope you liked it
I used Toichi’s name because it got confusing trying
to switch between the two Kids
As always, any comments are appreciated.