Kuroba 'Verse
Title: Joke
Series: Kuroba 'Verse
Author: peppymint
Rating: E for Everyone
Disclaimer: I do not own Magic Kaito or Detective Conan
Summary: Conan's prank has some unexpected results
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Joke
A wild grin crossed Conan’s face as he darted up the staircase. His swift mind calculating the route Kid was most likely to take. It was just the two of them tonight. There was no gem, no screaming fans, no cops.
This game of their’s had started years before, with a dove-borne note in the night asking if Conan could come out and play. The invitations had only gotten more frequent as the years passed, and it become less and less likely he would ever be able to resume life as Shinichi Kudo. Even if Ai found the antidote, there was still the Black Organization to consider.
It wasn’t always a chase. Kid sometimes left puzzles, designed specially for him. They played games over the internet; Chess, Go, Risk. Even some that weren’t strategy based, though for some strange reason the thief refused to play Go Fish. Nights like this were the detective’s favorite however.
To be honest, Kudo wasn’t quite sure what he would do if he ever caught the kaitou. It wasn’t like Kid was doing anything wrong during these outings. Not to mention his opponent didn’t wear his usual suit during their games, which would make it hard to make any charges stick. But, as it hadn’t happened yet, the tantei didn’t let it bother him to much.
Kid disagreed, insisting the detective had won once. Shinichi didn’t see it. To him, it had been like any other night, the thief disappearing in a puff of smoke, leaving nothing but a humongous black feather behind. The thing had been the length of his forearm. The detective still had no idea what species it had come from, and his opponent wasn’t talking.
Conan burst through the door at the top of the stairs, his blue eyes shining in triumph when he saw Kid standing near the edge of the roof. Of course that didn’t mean the phantom thief was caught, far from it. If he wanted to, the other could just fly away. Tonight however, Shinichi had a different agenda in mind than capture.
The shrunken tantei pulled back his arm. “Hey Kid,” he shouted. “Catch.” The card went sailing through the air.
Under different circumstances, Kid would have just dodged, allowing the paper to fly past him. His rival was not above doing something sneaky, and the thief knew this well. However, tantei-kun wouldn’t throw something dangerous at him while he was standing so close to the three story drop. And besides, he was curious.
One gloved hand came up to catch the card. That was a mistake. A flash of light erupted where the paper and his fingers met, smoke rising from the digits. A muffled oath escaped his lips as he dropped the object. “Ow,” Kid swore, pulling off his glove to blow on the burned appendages. “Ow, ow, ow.”
The card dropped to the rooftop, the writing now exposed. It was a sutra Shinichi had picked up at one of the temples, meant to ward off youkai and other creatures of magic. Needless to say, it had worked.
And speaking of the detective, Conan looked a bit shell-shocked. His eyes bugging behind his unnecessary glasses. “B-but,” he sputtered. “But it was just a joke.”
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The muses say Conan decided Kid was just messing with his head
After all, there is no such thing as magic
And the flashes of intuition he sometimes gets during a case are the result of good detective work, not spirits whispering in his ears.
Uh huh, just keep telling yourself that tantei-kun
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