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Why, yes, I am bored. So I am now posting my longest running Detective Conan Fanfiction on this.
I'll start with, of course, Chapter I.
Title: Death Trails
Rating: T
Warnings: Much death and violence, some OOC-ness, future fic.
Kaito Kuroba came home after a very stressful day. Not only was his ex hassling him for his support, but he also had to hand over their daughter for a few months, he got shot during his heist, and he couldn’t get a hold of his crew, so he had to dodge police with a bullet in his arm until he was home.
He groaned in pain and clung to the cut in the white silk and he dragged himself into his apartment’s bathroom. He removed the bullet skillfully, having many years of practice.
As he dressed the wound, the words Akako warned him as he flew into the night echoed in his head.
You have been lucky for seventeen years, Kaitou, but everyone’s luck runs out. Remember this.
He finished wrapping his wound he dressed for bed, just to hear someone walking downstairs. He stood, and walked down, and one question raised from him.
“How did you…?”
CHAPTER I
The Death of Kaito Kuroba
Out of an American car stepped 34 and 12 year old Shinichi and Keiko Kudo. They weren’t the first to get to the park: the homicide squadron had already taped the scene of the crime. There were several civilians standing by, trying to see what had happened.
But the detective and his curious daughter noticed the fourteen-year-old brunette shaking and sobbing. She had been the one to call the police after being kidnapped from her home in the middle of the night.
Shinichi ducked under the tape followed by the miniature sleuth and they both smiled and squatted by the girl.
“Hello, my name is Shinichi Kudo,” Shinichi started, his smile sweet and comforting. “I’m a detective and will be searching for the bad guys who did this to your dad, okay?”
The blue-eyed girl looked up with bloodshot eyes, tears running down her face like part of the river beside them. “M-my name is Yuki…”
“Now, we’re gonna need all the information you can give us, alright?” Keiko said gently.
“They came into my house, I was with Mom at the time, I just got home, and these men were waiting,” Yuki started. “They…they told me to come with them, and if I didn’t, they’d kill my family and everyone who mattered to me…So…”
“You went with them,” Keiko finished, having heard kidnapping cases all too many times.
Yuki nodded and started to wail again.
Inspector Kuroba walked over, her heels clicking even against the soft ground and knelt to Yuki, rocking her sweetly, and this reminded Shinichi of the softness that lay inside his sufficient, cold exteriorized boss.
“You alright, Aoko?” Shinichi asked softly, placing his hand on her shoulder.
Aoko’s lips moved and only because Hattori taught Shinichi how to read lips before his untimely demise did he catch her words.
“I still loved him…”
Shinichi turned to his daughter. “Kei, why don’t you take Yuki and go meet up with Conan for ice cream?”
She nodded and guided the still sobbing girl out to the street where they started to walk down.
Inspector Kuroba shook her head. “Go see him, Kudo. I can’t stand to see him. Not like this...”
He took a hesitant step toward the river, then walked coolly and peered under the white cover.
Kaito’s eyes were closed; the now permanent scowl showing his death was unclean. His hands were cut off, and the left side of his face was badly bruised and slightly bloody, like the water had washed it away. The cheekbone also looked broken, disfiguring the man’s face. He was pale from death and rigor mortis was in effect.
Shinichi did a better observation and came to the conclusion that he died anywhere between eleven to three last night.
But what got to him was the outfit.
Shinichi lay on his bed, lights on, turning the murder in his head over and over.
“His suit…”
The lawyer beside him clapped her hands and the light turned off.
Shinichi glared into the darkness and clapped his hands to turn on the lights.
“Get some sleep, Shinichi,” Ran tried to coax, but her voice was bitter and hoarse after her long day of trial.
“Ran, Kaito, your friend, was beaten and drowned in front of his own child,” Shinichi said. “But what gets to me was the outfit he was found wearing.”
Ran’s eyes, though glittering with fatigue, showed some interest.
“He was wearing a white suit, but his tux shirt was blue…the tie red.”
Ran rolled over. “Some freak had a bone to pick with the Kid, noticed he had the hair and eyes, kidnapped the daughter to draw him out, forced him into the Kaitou Kid’s trademark suit, and killed him.”
Shinichi shook his head. Someone knew that Kaito was the Kaitou Kid. But as far as we know, only the three of us knew…Hattori, himself, and myself…and maybe Aoko. Wait a minute…
A sinister giggle filled his mind.
“Well, well, well, the Kaitou Kid seems to be his own son…”
“The Black Org!” Shinichi said aloud, his eyes widened.
Ran shook her head. “We caught them, remember? The were sentenced to death, remember?”
Shinichi shook with a cold chill, clapping the lights off. “They must’ve had body doubles.”
That night, Shinichi dreamed nightmares of the infamous Black Organization coming back and finishing the job they swore they’d finish. In several, Ran and the kids stepped in and all were shot.
He awoke in a cold sweat and went around the bedrooms, feeling everyone’s breath and pulse. He knew in times of crisis, he needed to be calm, otherwise Keiko would freak out too, and he knew that there was something else about the murder of Kaito Kuroba that bothered him. Something he must’ve locked away and suppressed because of pain.
Then the hated memory rose as if from the imaginary grave it was banished to.
The voice of the Kaitou Kid was crackling through the headset. “We’ve got confirmation! Hattori found them!”
“Great,” the pint-sized detective had responded. “But now here’s the million yen question: Where is Hattori? I lost contact with him hours ago.”
“Same, but I saw him heading for the park,” the gentleman thief said. “Do we meet there?”
“No, you find them and get Neechan out of there. I’m on search duty.”
“But Kudo-?”
“Every second you spend protesting is a second more they have her!”
“I don’t think it’s proper for me to be rescuing your wife, Kudo.”
“Take a look at me, Kaitou, and tell me that I’m in the shape to save Ran and hold off God knows how many full-grown criminals.”
“Set and match, Kudo. I’m on it.”
“Good, I’m at the park.”
“Conan Edogawa” skateboarded all around the park in search for the Osakan detective. Rain started to dot the false lenses in his glasses and he stopped and changed the frequency to match the one of his close friend.
“Hattori?”
No response came, just the static.
“Hattori, can you hear me?”
Heiji didn’t respond, but this time “Conan” did hear his voice echo from a bush.
Investigating it revealed Heiji’s headset, which he had kept safely in place with his baseball cap while he went off on his motorcycle. “Conan” knew this wasn’t a good sign.
The memory skipped a bit to “Conan” staring into dark green eyes half closed, blood dripping around its lid, some dripping into the partially open mouth, most of the blood a dark pool at the bottom.
Heiji Hattori had been shot in the head.
Shinichi quickly shook his head to drive away the memory of his best friend dead by the…
His eyes widened and he ran to the phone.
“Kudo, do you realize what time it is?” Aoko’s voice groggily came as soon as she answered the phone, knowing only one person who would dare call at two-thirty in the morning.
“Inspector, I think we can get the people who killed your ex husband, however, first I’m gonna need to crack a cold case.”