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Chapter Eight: Adrenaline
I don't want to be made
pacified or made comfortable. I like stuff that gets your adrenaline
going. -Kathryn Bigelow
�I want to fuck a blond
Brit Bish detective, I want to fuck a blond Brit Bish detective,�
Kid sung to himself as he watched the cup of microwavable ramen
spinning slowly round and round in the microwave. He absently
scratched the back of his neck, more used to his current disguise
then most, but still uncomfortable in it.
He was used to messy locks
of hair brushing his collar, or the taste of hairspray when a strand
of hair accidentally fell across his lips. Not neatly gelled back
hair and perfectly done up uniforms. Kudo Shinichi was far too neat
to be healthy for a teenage boy.
�I want to fu...hi mom!�
he changed his chant quickly, straightening as Kaito's mother came
into the kitchen.. The woman smiled, as if every day she had lunch
with a well dressed, well groomed, neat and trim teenager...who
wasn't her son.
Then again, she had once
had dinner with Abraham Lincoln and cleaned the house with Emperor
Akihito. It was just one more oddity she treasured in her life as
wife and mother of the Kaito Kid(s). �Hello, Kaito. I washed your
suit, it's hanging in your room, please polish your shoes
before...tonight. She kissed his cheek before moving to get an apple
from the bowl. �What do you want for dinner tonight?� she asked,
getting a large knife from the wooden block on the counter.
Kid watched her, a bit
wary, but when she didn't do anything with the large knife she
acquired but slice fruit, he went back to watching his lunch spin
around in the lit box before him, humming under his breath. Kaito's
mother was nice enough for an older woman, and she helped him out a
great deal so he couldn't' be too annoyed by her presence around him. Even if she did make him itchy.
But, most people made Kid
itchy. Every warm body was another chance of betrayal, of pain, of
discovery, of capture. Kid REALLY didn't like people. Except two,
Kaito (whom he couldn't help but be fond of), and Aoko who kept him
on his toes. The rest were tolerated at varying levels of how
dangerous they were to him, or in Hakuba Saguru's case, how much Kid
wanted to possess them.
�Dark chocolate chip
Belgian waffles?� he tried, turning as the microwave dinged. He
grabbed his ramen, cursing softly in French as the thin Styrofoam let
the heat burn his fingers. He dodged the swipe at his head, grabbing
a set of disposable chopsticks before running for the front door,
bouncing merrily as he slid his feet into black dress shoes.
�Be home for dinner!�
Kaito's mother called and he waved over his shoulder in reply before
stepping out into the bright sunlight, enjoying the feeling of the
heat on his face.
--
�What the hell does it
MEAN?!� Nakamori yelled and threw the fifteenth photocopied page
across the room, watching as the paper ball bounced off his
assistant's head and landed in the garbage. The assistant didn't
comment, simply handing the task force leader another copy and
returning to pursuing the lines on his own.
�Could it be...� Several heads turned towards the young officer who spoke up and he
blushed, ducking back behind his paper, clearing his throat. �Well,
I was just thinking, maybe it's a concert venue, or another
theater...some place where the stage is elevated?�
Nakamori rubbed his chin,
examining the lines before checking a search engine of all gems being
displayed public ally or privately owned in Japan before shaking his
head. �Nothing is scheduled for tonight...�
�It's a graveyard.� a
voice said from the doorway and the task force, almost as one, turned
to stare at the blond leaning against the open door. There were
cheers as their injured comrade rejoined them, and Saguru bowed
before pulling out his own copy of the heist note from his pocket. He would rather be looking at the original, but he had barley gotten
a glance at it before forensics had whisked it off.
�'She stands above the
crowd and watches with n head attached. A snake is wrapped around
her feet, a slab of rock is now her bed,'� he quoted, eyes scanning
for the next line of interest. �'Although no one likes it, they're
dying, trying to get in.'�
He lowered the page,
glancing at the task force members. �A graveyard, or at least
graveyard statuary. The she in the letter is a statue over a grave,
or tomb, popular in older graveyards. The fact the statue is old is
evident in the fact her head is missing. Often statues are not
created headless.�
�And what of the rest of
it?� Nakamori asked, chewing on the end of his pipe, studying
Saguru.
Saguru returned to
studying the letter before speaking. �Offer her a flower and place
it just right, one by one there are ten to touch, touch them left to
right.' Obviously her feet, the 'ten' are the toes. I'm thinking
the jewel Kid is after is at her feet, or on the base of the statue. Then it switches. 'Watch out, she says, watch out. I'm watching out
for you. Don't you know she wants you to survive, carefully what you
go and do tonight, there's darkness behind every door, are you
willing, are you willing to follow me blind.' That's a warning.�
�Warning?� Nakamori
said, raising an eyebrow. He was used to the 'old' Kid, the days
when his men were safe. But things had changed, and the neon blue
cast on Hakuba's arm was a glaring reminder of that.
�Waning. Not of him,
not yet. It's a warning of the men in the shadows that keep
appearing and taking pot shots at the brat. He's asking if we're
willing to continue this...game, this chase, even knowing about the
things hiding in the shadows. He's willing to un-invite us from the
game if we want to back out. No more notes, no more warning. We'd
be ten steps further behind then we already are.�
�Fuck that!� one
officer yelled and the others agreed. Nakamori waved the teen on,
curious as to Saguru's interpretation of the rest of the text.
�Every moment that you
might steal, the lonely places can reveal.' He's talking about the
shadows now.� Saguru said, only to be interrupted by the younger
officer who suggested the heist target was on a stage of sorts.
�I thought he was
talking about the gems! Steal, gems...�
Saguru shook his head. �Every moment you might steal' means a pause, a break in time to
catch your breath. 'Lonely places' have always been shadows. Where
the world is dark and cold...and lonely. It's a popular metaphor in
literature. Someone hidden by shadows is always lonely. It ties in
with the next line, 'the only way to win at this little game now, is
to know your enemy and to trust who you can'. Both lines back to the
unknown gunmen in the shadows. We're all invited to Kid's games, but
the only way WE can win, is to know all the players. Us, Kid, and
those shadowed faces.�
�How do you know all the
players when some hide in shadows.� the officer muttered and Saguru
smiled.
�You make the shadows
disappear.� Nakamori said. �Shine light on them. Go on,
Hakuba-kun.�
�He's pulling all the
strings, he knows just what to do. There's no place to worry',
keeping us from stressing out over everything, 'there's no place to
hide', that's for all three players in the game, including Kid
himself. We've already seen things are becoming more dangerous for
all of us. No one can hide anymore. 'Watch out or you might be
taking your last paddy ride', English slang, means the patrol vans
used to transport prisoners. Again, warning.� Saguru set down the
note, finished, crossing his legs one over the other.
�You skipped a line,�
Nakamori said curiously, watching the blond who didn't even look at
the note as Saguru quoted.
�There's evil, there's
madness behind those baby blue's.� Saguru said, his voice soft,
almost sad.
�Kid's eyes, as far as
we know, are blue.� Nakamori said and Saguru nodded. �A warning
from himself.� Again Saguru nodded and the others just looked
confused.
�I'm lost, can someone
dumb it down for us Neanderthals?� the young officer said, leaning
on his arm, tired, brain worn out.
�Kid's losing control of
himself.� Saguru said.
--
He was on the last bite of
his ramen, chopsticks hanging out of his mouth as he shifted through
his messenger bag, walking over to the museum that had been roped off
with bright yellow cation tape. Spotting a blond figure in the crowd
he grinned and made his way to stand next to the British detective,
staring up at the museum.
Saguru turned and a blond
eyebrow arched, rather surprised to see the great teen detective
standing next to him. Shrugging it off, he turned back to the
museum, watching the police moving around, securing the area and
setting up ambushes for the heist that night.
They had tracked down a
statue related to graveyards with a jeweled base at about noon that
day. It was actually an Egyptian statue, formerly in one of the
pyramids but moved some time now lost to history. It was on display
as part of a touring artifact collection and was to be moved the next
day.
�Why aren't you inside?�
Shinichi asked, glancing at Hakuba before turning to fish in his bag
again.
�Desk duty,� Saguru
said in a clipped tone and held up his casted arm. �They don't
want me near Kid until this heals.
�Mm, pity.� Shinichi
said, his breath brushing over Hakuba's ear. While the detective had
been staring at the museum as if it would explode, Shinichi moved
around behind Saguru and was now quite in the blond's personal space,
their bodies touching from shoulder to hip. An arm was slung around
Saguru's shoulders and as the teen moved more to question what was
going on, lips met his.
The kiss was hard, hot,
passionate, full of nothing to do with emotion and everything to do
with nude bodies moving under bedsheets. Saguru caught himself
groaning, falling into the kiss before jerking away, wiping his
mouth, glaring at the other detective.
�Kid,� he growled and
the man next to him bowed, smirking.
�Tantei-san.� he said
before straightening. He glanced around them before moving away from
Saguru, and as suspected, the blond followed him. They were now in
the opening of an alley, out of sight of most people, standing face
to face.
�Stop molesting me,�
Saguru hissed, angry, and growing angrier as Kid's smirk grew.
Kid leaned in, barley
touching Saguru, his lips just slightly touching the blond's as he
spoke. �No.� He turned to glance back at the museum and hissed
in pain as his arm was wrenched behind his back. There was the
slightest of scuffles, not even a blip really and Kid was on his
knees, hands cuffed behind his back, cursing quite heatedly. Gaining
control of his temper he looked over his shoulder at Hakuba with the
same smirk. �You're getting faster at that. Do you practice
handcuffing people?�
�Shut up, Kaito.�
�I DO wish you would
stop calling me that. My name is KID, well, Kaitou Kid but honestly
Kid is just much easier to scream...in all sorts of situations.�
Saguru rolled his eyes and
leaned down, pinching Kid's cheek hard, pulling. He let the skin
snap back into place, ignoring him the dark, pained look the thief
gave him. �I'll stop calling you Kaito, when you explain why you
look EXACTLY LIKE HIM, smell like him, feel like him, and all the
other tiny details that add up to you being Kaito fucking Kuroba.�
the detective growled in Kid's ear.
Kid was silent, still,
barley even breathing as he watched the blond out of the corner of
his eye, waiting for the detective's breathing and pulse to return to
normal. The blond lowered himself to his knees, kneeling behind the
bound thief, resting his head on Kid's shoulder, still holding the
links between the cuffs as he winced in pain, the light assaulting
his eyes, making his head hurt.
Kid twisted his wrist
slightly, keeping the movement slow and steady so not to disrupt the
blond. He slid two fingers in the waistband of his uniform, wiggling
one into the leather pouch at the small of his back, fishing out a
warm metal key before carefully working it back out again.
Silently thanking the gods
for Saguru's old fashioned habits, he brought both of his hands
together, trapping Saguru's. As he did, the key went from the two
fingers of his right hand, and into his left. �Headaches?� he
asked mildly, distracting Saguru from the motion of his hands.
Saguru nodded against
Kid's shoulder, not noticing the exchange around his own hand,
instead he focused on the pain in his temples, the ebb and flow of
it, trying to rise above the waves of pain so he could focus. He
could barley recite his own name right now, let alone reach for the
two way in his jacket.
Kid twisted his right
hand, wincing without movement, biting his lip against the pain in
his wrist as he snapped the Velcro holding his wrist brace in place
open and slid his right wrist out of both the brace and the cuff.
He moved his hand around
to his jacket pocket and fished for a moment before holding a travel
packet of Tylenol in front of the detective's face. Saguru stared at
it before grabbing it, releasing the thief in order to rip open the
packet and shove the pills eagerly into his mouth, eyes once more
squeezed shut against the sun.
Kid twisted and pushed on
Saguru's body until the detective was leaning against a wall before
sitting next to him, bringing his left arm up and un-cuffing it. He
then set about freeing his wrist brace, removing his jacket and
rolling up his sleeve in order to replace it.
Saguru's eye cracked open
as he watched this and some pieces of the puzzle that was Kid went
'click' in his brain. The sound of metal when he pushed Kid off of
him in the hospital room, the feel of a thicker glove against his
skin, the ease in grabbing Kid. Kid was injured, and probably had
been since before the Hope Diamond heist. Kid had been favoring his
left arm, though Saguru still went for the thief's right, as it was
his dominant hand. Which meant he had been grabbing the injured arm,
giving him an advantage he wouldn't normally happened.
�Explain.� Saguru
ordered gruffly, not in the mood to use more words then necessary,
closing his eyes again.
Kid looked up from
re-positioning the brace, before glancing back down at it. �I
fell.� he said simply.
�You...fell?� the eye
cracked open again, disbelief clear even though the wince. �That's
what abused wives tell the police when they don't want to rat out
their husbands.�
Kid laughed, attaching the
final Velcro strap, this time securing them with metal buckles so it
wouldn't snap open during the heist. He sobered slowly, staring at
his wrist, making a fist and releasing it, testing his range of
movement. He was silent for a long while, turning things over in his
head before looking at Saguru again. �I can't trust you with my
secrets, Tantei-san. You have no loyalty, except to your laws. Whatever questions you have, I cannot awnser.�
And that pretty much
covered everything Saguru wanted answers to. Kid's identity, what he
did when he wasn't there, being a pain, what the hell was going
on...all of it fell under that. Because Kid was right. Saguru had
no loyalty to the thief. He was a good looking annoyance that liked
to slam him around, it didn't make for a bond in the trust
department.
Saguru reached for his
cuffs, taking them back, making sure they were positioned to his
liking before sliding them back into the pocket that they normally
resided in, confiscating the key Kid had use to release himself. �Truce,� he said before pulling his pocket watch from his jacket,
flipping it open. �for another two hours.�
Kid nodded, staring, for
what was him, worriedly at the teen's rather paler then normal face. He knew the symptoms of a concussion, the after effects. He had been
lucky to escape most of them, although Kaito was a bit nauseated from
time to time, but Saguru seemed to have a full gambit. Headaches,
nausea, loss of control on his temper. He wondered if the desk duty
wasn't so much for Saguru staying away from heists, but for the
teen's safety. Anger management problems and depression where bad
enough on their own, but throw in stressful heists and the teen would
lose it.
Kid scooted his body
closer to the detective, smiling. �So, what shall we do to pass
the time?�
--
There was a gasp at the
mouth to the alleyway and Kid turned slightly, barely breaking the
kiss he had been enjoying with a very talented partner. Saguru
turned his head and his eyes widened as he took in the pair before
them.
�Sh...Shinichi?� Ran
said, gaping, studying the pair. Kid flinched as a brick was
suddenly on a well plotted trajectory to his head, ducking, studying
Ran carefully in case she found any more bricks to launch at him.
�So this is why you
haven't returned! This is why you're...HIM?!�
�Ran, it's not li...�
Kid trailed off as Ran turned and ran away. He was about to chase
after her like any decent man would in the situation, only to be
stopped by the ground suddenly rushing up to meet him. He cursed as
he bit his tounge, holding his mouth as he turned over, staring up
into the most chilling death gaze he had ever seen from a seven year
old.
�Don't,� Conan said
coldly. �You've made a big enough mess.� he turned away from Kid
and glared at Saguru who looked nervous for the first time in their
acquaintance, standing his ground against the advancing child, even
though he'd rather be running the other direction.
Conan stopped a foot from
Saguru, staring up at the blond's face, toeing something on the
ground. Kid watched for a moment, as Conan flipped the brick that
had been aimed at Kid onto it's side, standing it in the air. As
Conan's foot came back, a hum coming from his shoes Kid launched
himself at Conan, disrupting the shot.
�Get off me!� Conan
yelled, squirming, but Kid held him down, using his knee on Conan's
back to keep him there until the young boy started to quiet. Once
Kid was certain neither he nor Saguru were in danger of being killed
by flying bricks he released the boy. Conan laid there, staring at
the pair from the ground, silent, obviously thinking.
Kid stood and moved over
to Saguru, inspecting him for injuries before giving him a weak
smile. �I'm terribly sorry our time was interrupted.� he said
with a bow.
Saguru glared at him and
turned away, sliding back on his jacket. �It's better that it was. I told you to stop doing that.�
�And I gave you my
awnser, Hakuba-kun.� he said. He pulled a small, rectangular
device from his pocket, checking the face of it before glancing at
Conan who was finally sitting up. �I believe this is where I leave
you gentlemen.� he blew a kiss to Saguru, tipped an imaginary hat
to Conan and disappeared, blending in with the crowd.
�Do you meet him after
heists too? A little wind down session for you both?� Conan asked
after sitting in silence for a few minutes.
Saguru jumped slightly,
before looking down at the boy. �Not that it's any of your
concern, but no. His random attacking of my modesty seems to be a
recent event.�
�I would hate to see
that grand reputation fall, Hakuba-san.� Conan said, standing and
brushing himself off. �Don't be a fool.�
�I don't need the advice
of a child, but thank you for offering it.�
Conan gave Saguru one last
glare for his participation in this mess before taking off, heading
after Ran, trying to figure out how to solve this latest crisis in
his love life. Saguru watched him go before sighing, leaning against
the wall.
He reached into his pocket
and pulled out a rectangular device similar to the one Kid had,
flipping his open and searching his contacts until he hit the correct
number. Pressing the button that would dial it, he lifted his
cellphone to his ear, listening to it ring. As it did, he heard an
awnsering ring in the crowd and followed the sound, before hanging
up, prey sighted.
Kid was standing near a
crepe stand, talking with an older man, frowning at his cellphone as
he accepted a bag from the man.
Lifting his cellphone
again, he hit redial and watched as the thief's cellphone rang.
Kid flipped open his
cellphone and held it to his ear. �Moshi Moshi.�
�Caught you.� Saguru
said before closing his cellphone, ending the call.
--
�GIVE ME BACK THE GAME!�
the curator yelled, chasing the laughing thief up the stairs of the
museum.
Kid slid open the jade
encrusted drawer and scooped the onyx and ruby pieces out before
tossing the box over his shoulder. �Catch!� he called, watching
the curator throw his arms up to catch the box and promptly fall back
into the police, causing an interesting pile up that would take a bit
to sort out.
He crammed the playing
pieces as carefully as he could into his inner breast pocket, zipping
it before taking a corner and all but kicking open the roof door,
running for the edge, not bothering to slow. He could still hear
footsteps behind him.
In the shadows, two
detectives stood, waiting. Hakuba moved to go forward just as a
small hand grabbed his waist. He paused only long enough to turn,
but that was enough for the smaller detective who jumped and grabbed
the handle of the fun sticking out of the shoulder holster.
Hakuba made a swipe for
the smaller detective but Conan ducked and ran under Hakuba's arm,
cocking the gun as he did. He raised it just as Kid hit the edge of
the roof.
Conan's finger squeezed
down hard on the trigger, the shot going wild as a much larger body
slammed into his. Kid heard the shot and turned as the hang glider
snapped out, watching, horrified as Hakuba and Conan sailed off the
roof.
Kid angled his glider
down, intending to catch them (and not quite sure what he would do
after, the added weight would be horrid), just as another hang glider
swung open. It caught the wind current and turned, heading towards
the closest tall enough roof to catch them.
Kid turned alongside and
followed, eyes narrowed at the checkered pattern fabric making up the
'skin' of the glider. It wasn't the coat he was familiar with, but a
waxed, air tight fabric.
He angled down slightly,
pulling his legs and body even further against the webbing on his
back, gaining speed until he was next to his prey, relaxing his body
position. He looked left and cursed softly. Hakuba was struggling,
trying to hold onto Conan and steer his glider at the same time.
Kid banked slightly,
adjusting his position so that he could move closer without the
gliders hitting, reaching out with one hand to grab Conan's belt,
just as Hakuba's glider pushed into his sharply, sending them both
off course.
�What the hell!?� he
yelled, both hands grabbing the bars that controlled movement,
turning with the push, trying to regain control.
Gunshots rang out for the
second time, slicing through the air where they would have been
moments ago. �Oh,� he said and turned his glider again so he
could see the shadowy figures above them. �Keep an eye on the
brat!� he called, not waiting for Hakuba's nod as he hit the button
on his right handle, the glider's wings snapping shut.
�KAITO!� Hakuba
yelled, just as Conan yelled for Kid, both watching the thief turn
upside down, free falling below them. Hakuba saw the glint of the
card gun in Kid's hand and he swerved sharply away, cards flying past
him and up towards the figures on the roof.
He hefted Conan up again
before looking behind them, smiling grimly as he noticed one of the
men dangling, his partner trying to pull him back onto the roof. A
flash of white and Hakuba looked down, rather relieved to see an all
too familiar glider below.
They both turned, heading
towards the next flat roof, Kid landing first, followed by Conan who
was dropped and then Hakuba, who stumbled a bit on the landing, not
used to the action.
Kid had his gun out at
Conan, glaring at Hakuba out of the corner of his eye. �First
flight?� he asked, voice blank of emotion, though the look in the
thief's eyes was more then an indication he was annoyed.
�You think you're the
only one with dominion over the sky?� Hakuba said, sliding the
harness off, wishing he could rather kick it off the roof. For all
he was concerned, Kid could keep the air to himself. The feeling of
flying made him nauseated.
�Where's the gun,
Tantei-kun?� Kid asked, turning back to Conan.
Conan glanced over his
shoulder, at the empty night behind him. �Back there, it fell when
he ran into me.� Conan said, not bothering to look at Hakuba or
address him by name.
Kid stared at Conan for a
moment before holstering his own weapon, obviously believing the
small detective, or at least not considering the kid worth his time
at the moment. �Well, if you'll excuse me,� he said, giving them
both a bow, moving towards the edge of the roof. He was just
releasing a smoke bomb from his sleeve when the ground in front of
him exploded, bullets slamming into the concrete.
He jumped backwards, off
the roof and snapped the glider open, taking off as fast as the air
would carry him, trusting Hakuba to get Conan out of danger.
--
Kid was walking down an
alley, hands in his pocket, cape swirling in the breeze that kept
whistling between the buildings. This was one of the few areas of
town he could walk around 'in uniform' and not have a problem.
At most, he would just be
accosted for autographs.
He sighed, rotating his
shoulders, removing his top hat to brush his fingers through his
hair. He paused as he heard a sound behind him before continuing to
walk, listening to the footsteps matching his.
He turned the corner,
whipping off his cape as he did. The person following him turned the
corner and Kid threw the cape on the person, dragging them down. The
person struggled violently, clipping Kid in the jaw with an elbow. Kid growled and hit the person hard in the general area of the
stranger's stomach before pulling back, rubbing his jaw, rotating it
slightly.
The cape slid down and
Saguru was glaring at Kid, holding his stomach as he tried to get his
breath back. Sitting up slowly, he pushed the cape down, tossing it
at Kid's feet before pushing himself to his knees, and then to his
feet.
Kid stepped backwards from
the detective before grabbing the cape, re-attaching it as best he
could without removing the shoulder braces. �Why are you following
me, Hakuba-san?� Kid asked, though he was more curious as to how
Saguru had even found him. He had taken off long before Saguru had
got off the roof with Conan.
Saguru didn't awnser,
brushing himself off, taking a few deep breaths, wincing ever so
slightly at the pain still radiating from his stomach before turning
towards Kid. He moved fast, shoving the other teen against the wall,
staring at him silently before crushing their mouthes together.
Kid stared, wide eyed over
Saguru's shoulder before groaning, falling into the kiss, pressing
Saguru closer as his eyes closed, arms wrapping around Saguru's
waist. This kiss was needy, fueled by fear and anxiety. Saguru had
been scouring the streets, looking for the white clad thief since he
disappeared off the roof they had landed on. Something inside him
was desperate, craving the thief's sight, his touch. The urge to
find Kid and make sure he was safe and unharmed drove him.
The kiss went on,
consuming both teenagers, swamping their brains in hormones and
pleasure until they lost awareness of their surroundings and
positions. Kid was pressed against the wall, Saguru pressing against
him, hands eagerly exploring under the thief's jacket, but staying
above the blue cotton dress shirt, not ready to go any further.
He pulled away to breath,
a moan spilling from his lips as Kid nipped at his departing tounge. He panted softly, staring into the rich blue eyes that were clouded
with pleasure. He had to smile, deeply pleased he could cause such a
reaction in a man so versed in showing nothing.
He moved in for another
kiss as movement caught out of the corner of his eye. He turned his
attention to it, instead placing his lips on Kid's jaw, carefully
mouthing the flesh as he examined the shadow to their right.
His mouth moved up, nose
pushing aside locks of hair before his lips found an earlobe that he
examined with his teeth and tounge for a moment. �What is your gun
loaded with?� he whispered, before taking the flesh back into his
mouth.
Kid blinked, struggling
over the rushing waves of pleasure to think and make sense of the
question. �Razor,� he said finally, his voice low, barley
audible from closed lips.
Saguru nodded, his hand
sliding up Kid's chest before moving to the left, pulling the gun and
turning, firing off two cards before he was even fully facing the
direction of the shadow. There was the meaty thud of a body hitting
the ground and a part of Saguru had to wonder how fast the cards flew
before the other part screamed at him to RUN as more shadows formed
into human shapes.
Kid grabbed Saguru's
waist, his other arm raised above them, grappling hook in his hand. He fired the hook, watching it wrap around a pipe above them. Hoping
that the pipe held, he pulled Saguru tighter against him and released
the catch. Saguru screamed at the sudden jerk, surprised at the
action.
Guns raised towards them
and Saguru fired off more cards, cursing as all but one missed. There was a groan above them and both teens looked up at the pipe
nervously. Kid shifted their weight, sending them towards the
building. Both pushed off the brick wall, swinging them the other
direction before heading back towards the building. As they swung
back, the wall gave way to a window and both teens raised their legs
for impact, ducking their heads as they sailed through the glass,
their weight forcing them through.
Kid released the handle of
his grappling hook and Saguru's waist, rolling just as he hit the
wooden floor. Saguru tucked his arms in, intending to roll, only to
hit a broken area of the floor, falling through it.
�You alright?� Kid
yelled as he got to his feet, annoyed that Saguru still had his gun. He moved over to the hole, peering down into it, looking at the blond
who was sitting up, holding his head.
�Yeah, the scrap and my
arm broke my fall.� he said, holding up his casted arm before
grumbling about a headache. He stood and moved from under the hole,
just in time as Kid jumped down, landing gracefully enough to earn a
dirty look from the detective.
Kid held out his hand and
Saguru returned the card gun, before pulling a penlight from his
breast pocket, clicking it on. They were on the floor beneath the
one they had first landed in, in what appeared to be a well used and
crumbling apartment. The pair gingerly made their way for the door,
being careful of where they stepped (and what they stepped in).
Once outside of the
abandoned apartment, they found a stairwell and followed it down,
listening for the sound of the �shadows' following them. They
emerged from the stairwell to find themselves a block away from where
they started and Saguru had to smile. Apparently luck was finally
smiling on them.
The pair took off running,
Kid stripping off his suit as he ran. The white tux was far too
easily recognizable and right now, blending in was a GOOD idea. Saguru followed suit, stripping off his jacket, hat, suit jacket and
tie, shoving them into the bag Kid suddenly had in his hands. He
worked on unbuttoning his dress shirt as Kid pulled him into an
alcove, setting down the bag and pulling off his own shirt, revealing
a black tank top. Saguru tried not to look at the thief, the flashes
of smooth skin too distracting after their kiss to allow him to
focus.
Kid shoved his pants into
the bag, pulling out a pair of jeans and tugging them on, buckling
the belt already looped around the jeans, glancing at Saguru out of
the corner of his eye. A tight white t-shirt and the black slacks
made for a very nice bit of eye candy for the thief who was trying to
tug off his white loafers while still staring at the blond.
Saguru finally allowed
himself to glance at Kid as he clipped his pocket watch to the loop
of his pants, smiling as Kid stumbled. �Problems?� he asked,
earning a glare.
Kid returned his attention
to what he was doing, switching his loafers for a pair of hiking
boots, lacing them up with quick fingers. He shoved the shoes into
the bag and pulled out a small jewelry bag, pulling out Kaito's watch
from it, along with a red ruby stud earring.
Saguru watched,
interestedly as Kid slid the watch on the opposite wrist of where
Kaito normally wore it, making a note of the action. As Kid slid the
earring into his ear Saguru moved closer and gripped the thief's chin
lightly, studying the teen's ears. �Your ears are pierced,� he
commented, half a question and half a statement. He released the
thief before taking the earring back, carefully attaching it to the
stud, making sure it was secure but not too tight.
Kid's breath quickened,
confused by such an intimate act. �It's easier, then wearing clip
ons...got tied of chasing down a missing earring.� he breathed. As
Saguru's hands moved away from his ear he turned, looking up at the
detective.
Saguru raised his hand,
brushing his knuckles over Kid's cheek, leaning in, their lisp just
barley coming together. He pulled away after a small moment,
grabbing the bag and zipping it up, sliding it across his chest.
Kid swallowed, looking at
the ground for a moment, trying to get control of himself before
giving Saguru a grin. He took the blond's hand, ignoring Saguru's
look, moving them out of the alcove and alley, onto a busy street.
The pair walked, hand in
hand, trying their best to look like every other couple on the
street, despite the fact they were two guys. Kid pulled off the act
better then Saguru, but those passing by just chalked up the nervous
tension and blush on Saguru's cheeks to it being a new relationship,
then a detective being embarrassed by the actions and unsure of what
was going on inside his brain.
�Come on, I'm hungry,�
Kid said, giving a tug on Saguru's hand, smiling sweetly at him. He
never did get a chance to run home for dinner, and felt curiously bad
about that, considering Kaito's mother had probably spent forever on
the waffles...maybe he'd eat them as a snack when he got home, just
to make the woman happy.
But the fact remained he
hadn't eaten since lunch, and after all the running, fighting and
almost dying, he was famished. Not to mention the fact he was a
growing boy.
Saguru sighed before
giving in, pulling Kid closer and wrapping an arm around the thief's
waist, gesturing with his head to a small cafe filled with laughing
high school and studying college students, as well as other young
couples on dates. They would blend in easily and could catch a bite
without worrying about being shot in the back.
Kid smiled and turned,
kissing Saguru's cheek. �Have I ever mentioned that I love the way
you think?' he asked before picking up the pace, almost growling at
the thought of food.
TBC
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