The Impossible Murder, part 13
Title:The Impossible Murder, part 13
Author:Phantom_Kaito
Rating:PG-13/K+
Disclaimer:See part 1 for disclaimer
Notes: crossposted to dannyphantom
>>Text<< = esperato
Pairings: DxV, SxR, TxS
Previous Chapters: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 Part 11 Part 12
This, thought Kaito Kuroba, Is going to be an interesting night. He had thought it odd when one of his favorite newspapers ran a special on Kid when he hadn’t been active recently.
The real point of interest was a small poem printed next to the article.
“The bird named Truth who lives a lie
chases after the white magpie.
But even enemies can become friends
And band together to make sure the night ends
So when Ankou decides to rides again
they met where it had all began.”
‘The bird named Truth who lives a lie’ No way that wasn’t Kudo. And the ‘white magpie’ line had definitely earned the meitantei a few good short jokes.
‘But even enemies can become friends //And band together to make sure the night ends’ Practically self explanatory, Kudo needed his help and considered him the lesser of two evils.
It was a good way to get his attention really. Find out which newspapers printed the most favorable Kid articles, and have them post another one. Next to it put a small poem in the style of his own heist notes demanding a meeting. The riddle was easy to decipher, except no one would understand it except the sender and the receiver.
The only thing he’d have to look up was the ‘Ankou’ referance.
And he hadn’t liked what he’d found…
~
“Past your bedtime, isn’t it, kid?”
Conan permitted himself a sardonic grin as he turned around. It was like on the evening of April 1st,
He landed silently before me, so as not to disturb the stillness of the night, together with a fearless smile as if he saw through everything. A cape and a silk hat. An impenetrable stance.
“Kaitou Kid.” Conan greeted.
“Haido City Hotel, where our first t ètè a tètè began. Almost makes you feel nostalgic.”
“Almost, shall we talk shop?”
“Certainly. But first I’d like to see whatever that is sticking out of your pocket? Never know what nifty gadget you have stored away.”
Conan blinked In my pocket? Oh, that. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a thin piece of paper.
“Ofuda? Didn’t think you would believe in that kind of thing?”
“I didn’t.” he said simply.
“Well down to business. I take it this isn’t a social call?”
I can say this, I can say this “I need you to steal something.”
Kid’s face wore the same expression as always, but internally was stunned. Unfortunately it only confirmed his fears. He grinned, if a little shakily. “Well, I need to know a little more than that.”
Conan shook his head. “Not that fast. I’m just extending the invitation, this is a group effort. If you choose to accept, you’ll be fully briefed.”
“Where and when?”
“Tomorrow night. The Kudo house.”
Kid nodded. He turned to leave but stopped. “You’re doing the right thing detective.”
“Huh?”
“If I know you, you’re beating yourself up for being involved in a theft. Don’t. The only reason you’ve stooped to calling me in is because lives are at stake. You said so in your message. Hiring a thief may be a crime, but letting innocents die for the sake of your pride would be a worse one, wouldn’t you say?”
“Dalv Inc. It’s an American owned company. You might want to do some research on it.”
Kid smiled as he flew off, knowing that that little tidbit of information was the only way Conan could really thank him.
~
“You what!”
“I just went and talked with the guy, geeze Jii.”
“Consorting with detectives, if your father was still around…”
Kaito sighed and went back to the snooker game he was loosing horribly. “If a detective can swallow his pride and hire a thief, a thief can swallow his pride and work for a detective.”
“Young master,” Jii sighed, “Has it ever occurred to you that this is a trap?”
“Nope.” said Kaito “Kudo actually plays by the game, hell he even used his own version of a heist note to contact me. Besides, there are lives riding on this, something Kudo and I both respect.”
“And where in the message dies it say lives are at stake?”
“ ‘When Ankou decides to ride again’” Kaito’s hands gripped the cue tighter, “Ankou was the original name of the Grim Reaper.”
~
“Shinichi you’re crushing my hand.” Ran whispered to her miniscule boyfriend.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered back. “I’m just not used to dealing with him being on the same side.”
“The important part is that he’s on our side. He like you, he doesn’t loose. And we need that now more than ever.”
Shinichi smiled behind his mask of Conan. “Thanks Ran. I’m probably going to need to be reminded of that a few more times before the evening’s out.”
They entered Shinichi’s old home, Conan removing the ofuda from the front door so Danny could enter freely.
Dr. Agasa was already there, sipping a cup of tea nervously. “Ah, Shinichi, your, ahem, specialist is waiting in the library. Danny and Jazz should be here soon and Sato and Takagi should be arriving any minute.”
“What about Super-Intendent Shiratori.?”
The scientist shrugged. “You’ll have to ask them. The ghosts are out somewhere. The wolf-like fellow tried to tell me where they were going, but I couldn’t understand.
Conan nodded. “I guess it would be rude to keep him waiting, then.”
~
A large table had been placed in the library with chairs of various styles and sizes. On the table had been spread all their information on the Impossible Murder and Vlad Masters in general.
“Interesting reading?”
“More or less jives with what I’ve already found out.” Kid answered. “No thief who ever tried to hit Dalv Inc was ever sent to jail. And I think Vlad wants it that way. 90% of them never returned, and the few who did had been driven insane.”
“That’s Plasmius.” Conan said dryly.
Kid arched an eyebrow. “Who?”
Conan was about to answered, when Ran stopped him. “Let’s wait till the others get here. Danny could probably explain it better.” She turned her attention to Kid. “It’s nice to finally meet you face to face, Kid-san.”
“Likewise,” The phantom thief, elegantly bowed.
Why the heck is he reminding me so much of Shinichi?
The door to the lirbrary opened, this time Agasa entered, followed by Takagi and Sato.
Kid’s whole body tensed. They may have been out of uniform, but he recognized two cops when he saw them.Kudo didn’t really set me up did he?
Both cops stopped dead as they saw who they were sharing a room with.
“Wha..how..” Saro stuttered, before sighing and plopping into a chair. “Never mind, he’s probably the only one who could pull this off anyway.”
Okaaaay. I think that’s the first time a cop’s ever been glad to see me. Well, not counting the evil robot clone incident…
Takagi laughed sharply and clapped. “I applaud your sense of irony. The infamous phantom thief.”
“Ignore my partner,” Sato said. “He’s been acting weird all day. Probably a side effect of downloading Danny’s brain into his own.”
I wonder if Akako had anything to do with this?
Suddenly a black haired boy ran through the wall, dragging a red haired girl behind him. “Sorry we’re late. Vlad sent us a welcoming crew.”
>>More of his damned mutant minions<< muttered Wulf, following behind Danny, Cujo running in circles at his heels. >>The man has no respect for the dead or living<<
Conan snorted. >>You can say that again.<< He then leaned forward to face the very freaked out thief. “Now about what we want you to steal…”
Just a note. I feel the Phantom Detective Omakes have become a series in and of themselves and as such will be posted separatly from now on. Danke. *falls unconcious at the keyboard*
Author:Phantom_Kaito
Rating:PG-13/K+
Disclaimer:See part 1 for disclaimer
Notes: crossposted to dannyphantom
>>Text<< = esperato
Pairings: DxV, SxR, TxS
Previous Chapters: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 Part 11 Part 12
This, thought Kaito Kuroba, Is going to be an interesting night. He had thought it odd when one of his favorite newspapers ran a special on Kid when he hadn’t been active recently.
The real point of interest was a small poem printed next to the article.
“The bird named Truth who lives a lie
chases after the white magpie.
But even enemies can become friends
And band together to make sure the night ends
So when Ankou decides to rides again
they met where it had all began.”
‘The bird named Truth who lives a lie’ No way that wasn’t Kudo. And the ‘white magpie’ line had definitely earned the meitantei a few good short jokes.
‘But even enemies can become friends //And band together to make sure the night ends’ Practically self explanatory, Kudo needed his help and considered him the lesser of two evils.
It was a good way to get his attention really. Find out which newspapers printed the most favorable Kid articles, and have them post another one. Next to it put a small poem in the style of his own heist notes demanding a meeting. The riddle was easy to decipher, except no one would understand it except the sender and the receiver.
The only thing he’d have to look up was the ‘Ankou’ referance.
And he hadn’t liked what he’d found…
~
“Past your bedtime, isn’t it, kid?”
Conan permitted himself a sardonic grin as he turned around. It was like on the evening of April 1st,
He landed silently before me, so as not to disturb the stillness of the night, together with a fearless smile as if he saw through everything. A cape and a silk hat. An impenetrable stance.
“Kaitou Kid.” Conan greeted.
“Haido City Hotel, where our first t ètè a tètè began. Almost makes you feel nostalgic.”
“Almost, shall we talk shop?”
“Certainly. But first I’d like to see whatever that is sticking out of your pocket? Never know what nifty gadget you have stored away.”
Conan blinked In my pocket? Oh, that. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a thin piece of paper.
“Ofuda? Didn’t think you would believe in that kind of thing?”
“I didn’t.” he said simply.
“Well down to business. I take it this isn’t a social call?”
I can say this, I can say this “I need you to steal something.”
Kid’s face wore the same expression as always, but internally was stunned. Unfortunately it only confirmed his fears. He grinned, if a little shakily. “Well, I need to know a little more than that.”
Conan shook his head. “Not that fast. I’m just extending the invitation, this is a group effort. If you choose to accept, you’ll be fully briefed.”
“Where and when?”
“Tomorrow night. The Kudo house.”
Kid nodded. He turned to leave but stopped. “You’re doing the right thing detective.”
“Huh?”
“If I know you, you’re beating yourself up for being involved in a theft. Don’t. The only reason you’ve stooped to calling me in is because lives are at stake. You said so in your message. Hiring a thief may be a crime, but letting innocents die for the sake of your pride would be a worse one, wouldn’t you say?”
“Dalv Inc. It’s an American owned company. You might want to do some research on it.”
Kid smiled as he flew off, knowing that that little tidbit of information was the only way Conan could really thank him.
~
“You what!”
“I just went and talked with the guy, geeze Jii.”
“Consorting with detectives, if your father was still around…”
Kaito sighed and went back to the snooker game he was loosing horribly. “If a detective can swallow his pride and hire a thief, a thief can swallow his pride and work for a detective.”
“Young master,” Jii sighed, “Has it ever occurred to you that this is a trap?”
“Nope.” said Kaito “Kudo actually plays by the game, hell he even used his own version of a heist note to contact me. Besides, there are lives riding on this, something Kudo and I both respect.”
“And where in the message dies it say lives are at stake?”
“ ‘When Ankou decides to ride again’” Kaito’s hands gripped the cue tighter, “Ankou was the original name of the Grim Reaper.”
~
“Shinichi you’re crushing my hand.” Ran whispered to her miniscule boyfriend.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered back. “I’m just not used to dealing with him being on the same side.”
“The important part is that he’s on our side. He like you, he doesn’t loose. And we need that now more than ever.”
Shinichi smiled behind his mask of Conan. “Thanks Ran. I’m probably going to need to be reminded of that a few more times before the evening’s out.”
They entered Shinichi’s old home, Conan removing the ofuda from the front door so Danny could enter freely.
Dr. Agasa was already there, sipping a cup of tea nervously. “Ah, Shinichi, your, ahem, specialist is waiting in the library. Danny and Jazz should be here soon and Sato and Takagi should be arriving any minute.”
“What about Super-Intendent Shiratori.?”
The scientist shrugged. “You’ll have to ask them. The ghosts are out somewhere. The wolf-like fellow tried to tell me where they were going, but I couldn’t understand.
Conan nodded. “I guess it would be rude to keep him waiting, then.”
~
A large table had been placed in the library with chairs of various styles and sizes. On the table had been spread all their information on the Impossible Murder and Vlad Masters in general.
“Interesting reading?”
“More or less jives with what I’ve already found out.” Kid answered. “No thief who ever tried to hit Dalv Inc was ever sent to jail. And I think Vlad wants it that way. 90% of them never returned, and the few who did had been driven insane.”
“That’s Plasmius.” Conan said dryly.
Kid arched an eyebrow. “Who?”
Conan was about to answered, when Ran stopped him. “Let’s wait till the others get here. Danny could probably explain it better.” She turned her attention to Kid. “It’s nice to finally meet you face to face, Kid-san.”
“Likewise,” The phantom thief, elegantly bowed.
Why the heck is he reminding me so much of Shinichi?
The door to the lirbrary opened, this time Agasa entered, followed by Takagi and Sato.
Kid’s whole body tensed. They may have been out of uniform, but he recognized two cops when he saw them.Kudo didn’t really set me up did he?
Both cops stopped dead as they saw who they were sharing a room with.
“Wha..how..” Saro stuttered, before sighing and plopping into a chair. “Never mind, he’s probably the only one who could pull this off anyway.”
Okaaaay. I think that’s the first time a cop’s ever been glad to see me. Well, not counting the evil robot clone incident…
Takagi laughed sharply and clapped. “I applaud your sense of irony. The infamous phantom thief.”
“Ignore my partner,” Sato said. “He’s been acting weird all day. Probably a side effect of downloading Danny’s brain into his own.”
I wonder if Akako had anything to do with this?
Suddenly a black haired boy ran through the wall, dragging a red haired girl behind him. “Sorry we’re late. Vlad sent us a welcoming crew.”
>>More of his damned mutant minions<< muttered Wulf, following behind Danny, Cujo running in circles at his heels. >>The man has no respect for the dead or living<<
Conan snorted. >>You can say that again.<< He then leaned forward to face the very freaked out thief. “Now about what we want you to steal…”
Just a note. I feel the Phantom Detective Omakes have become a series in and of themselves and as such will be posted separatly from now on. Danke. *falls unconcious at the keyboard*