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Magician\'s Waltz	By : VisageWriters Category: +. to F > Detective Conan/Case Closed Views: 2735 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter One: Magic “The pain we feel When someone leaves our life is in direct proportion to the joy they bring while a part of our life for a few moments. In my life you made me feel as if I truly meant something to someone” -Jarvan “There he is,” Nakamori yelled, pointing to the spotlighted thief on the building across the street. The crowd cheered at the same moment, spotting the same scene. Reporters and police officers alike dashed across, all intent on capturing the magician, whither on camera or in cuffs. Saguru slowed, eyes trained on the thief, studying the sight intently. He stopped, just as Nakamori passed him, and the boy reached out to grab the Inspector's arm. “That's not Kid.” What are you talking about? Of course it's kid.” The Inspector said, trying to shake the teen detective off of his arm. “No, it's most certainly not. Not even a magician would stand still as a bird pecks at him.” Nakamori looked up in confusion, then saw what the boy meant. A pigeon was pecking at “Kid's” arm. As Nakamori slapped his forehead in frustration, there was a loud popping sound and the Not Kid started to deflate. The spotlight on him died just as another lit up behind the pair. They turned, staring up at yet another phantom thief, wondering if this Kid was yet another trick. “Ladies and Gentleman!” the new Kid yelled to the cheering crowd. The thief smirked, drinking in the screams from below. Nothing was better then hearing your name cheered by hundreds...except maybe holding a shining gem after a successful run. The metallic whoosh of his hang glider was barley audible over the speaker in his clothing, but everyone could see the results quite clearly. As Nakamori yelled for Kid's capture, the thief stood on the edge of the roof and jumped off, closing his eyes to savor the rush of the wind past his flesh. One day, he was going to try this nude. He caught the currents blowing between the buildings easily, aiming his body for the building to the right, eyes locked on the window that shielded his target, licking his lips in anticipation of what lay behind it. Saguru started, freezing as he heard what sounded like firecrackers tap dancing. Several police officers drew their guns, looking around for the source of the sound frantically, worried about the crowd. Parts of the building next to Kid fell apart and the thief detoured to avoid the falling concrete. There was another short blast of gunfire and screams of horror rose from the crowd in a wave as Kid jerked. He suddenly spun sidewards, slamming into the damaged building before falling, wings crumpled, onto the balcony below. There was a stunned silence as people waited, holding their breath, for the man to move. Chatter and yells slowly rose in volume as there was no movement from the shadowy figure, save for the wind rustling his torn glider and cape. “Get an ambulance!” Nakamori and Saguru both yelled, running for the building. The officers took the stairs two at a time as they rushed for the injured thief. Saguru quickened his pace, managing three stairs in a leap, out distancing his elder who waved him on. The teen burst into the floor with the balcony and saw, across the dim display room, the white clothes of Kaitou Kid...but no body inside them. He threw open the glass doors and stared at the clothing before raising his radio, hand shaking at the blood staining the ground. “Sir, we have Kid's clothing...I'm not sure if he's dead or just naked.” “What!” “Well, there's blood sir, but no kid, just the glider and that damn suit.” Saguru stooped, picking up a glinting piece of metal, holding the chain of what would have been Kid's monocle, turning it in his hands, watching the clover spin. He then picked up the blood stained tie, swallowing hard against the sudden wave of nausea. Hearing footsteps behind him he turned, raising his gun, staring at Nakamori. Recognizing the Inspector he offered the tie before looking back at the crowd, wondering what had happened to the thief. - It had been a week. A week with no word, no sign, no notes...no Kid. It had been a week with no Kaito. Which really, wouldn't be THAT unusual, Kid often went for stretches without word, unable or too...busy to find a target or orchestrate his tricks in a weeks span. And Kaito COULD have been sick. So it wasn't alarming. Except to those who had to see the blood covered balcony every time they closed their eyes. A hand rested on Saguru's shoulder and he started, too lost in his thoughts to notice Nakamori behind him. He HAD to stop doing that. “You need to let it go,” the older man said, giving the boy's shoulder a gentle squeeze. Saguru shook his head, staring out at the city spread out below him, his eyes locked on a small, glittering building in the distance. “I can't.” the word was breathed out, barley there. “I can't let it go, I can't let HIM go.” “If you waste your time, consumed by Kid, you're going to become a worthless thing.” the Inspector said, grabbing a coffee cup from the tray next to him, placing it in Saguru's hand, forcing the boy's hand around it to hold. “How did you feel, eight years ago, when Kid disappeared? How did you feel, those long, empty days?” Nakamori sighed, staring out at the city as well, though his eyes saw nothing, remembering those days. “Empty. As if nothing was worth it. It was all routine.” He shook his head. “There are three things in this life you never get over, never recover from. The betrayal of a friend. The death of a lover. And the loss of a rival.” “Then how do you expect me to?” he asked, finally tearing his eyes away from the building and it's hidden balcony, watching the twinkling of the lights as they came to life. “You need to find something worth moving forward for. Something to replace what is missing, to focus on. For me, it was Aoko. For you...” “Nothing.” he whispered and turned away from the window, setting the coffee down on a desk and grabbing his coat, disappearing from the Task Force office. “There is always something, even if it's the same as what is gone.” the Inspector said to himself. TBC
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