I own nothing and no one

If I did, Kaito really would have wings

Relief

“Try not to worry so much Hakuba,” Kudo tried to console the other detective. “That guy wouldn’t die so easily.” Hattori murmured his agreement, green eyes scanning the area. He was still running partially on adrenaline, even after all this time.

The blond nodded, but his eyes still held doubt. It had been nearly a month since the downfall of the Black Organization. In that time no one had seen hide nor hair of the Kaitou Kid, he hadn‘t even sent a note. The last documented sighting had been by a civilian. The thief had been making a shaky escape by hang glider, his white suit covered in blood.

That did not bode well. Who knew how bad the other’s injuries really were? The situation was not bettered by the fact the kaitou could not afford to seek proper medical attention, not unless he wanted to risk becoming embroiled with the police.

More to the point though, so far as Hakuba was concerned, no one had seen a certain magician eith. . . The tantei stopped in his tracks, golden hazel eyes going wide as he stared across the street. “Kuroba,” he whispered. “Kuroba!” Saguru took off running, ignoring the screech of tires as he ran in and out of traffic. His gaze never left that familiar head of wild hair.

“What the hell?!” Hattori yelped, wincing at a near miss. “Has he gone insane?” And Hakuba accused him of being hot-blooded.

Kudo shrugged, snagging his friend by the arm as he picked out a safer path though the wall of traffic. If they wanted to know the blonde’s motivations, they would have to ask him, and they couldn’t do that from here. When the pair caught up to him, Saguru was holding a young man about their age by the shoulders. The other detective looked absolutely furious.

“You moron!” Hakuba shouted, shaking the magician so hard his teeth rattled. “You absolute idiot. I ought to kill you myself!”

Kaito let out a dramatic groan, while trying not to show just how much that shake had affected his still healing wounds. “What is it you think I’ve done this time Hakuba,” he sighed.

“What have you done?” the blond echoed. If possible, he looked even angrier. “I thought you were dead!!!” His grip on Kuroba tightened, mentally reassuring him the brunette really was there.

Now the magician looked puzzled. “Now why would I be dead?” he inquired. “Surely I haven’t been away that long.”

His hunter’s hawk-like orbs narrowed dangerously. “Maybe,” Saguru hissed. “Because you’re the Kaitou Kid.” The other two detectives started at that, looking at the other with new eyes.

If Kaito felt uncomfortable under their scrutiny, he didn’t show it. The magician huffed, effortlessly slipping out the tantei’s grip and crossing his arms in front of him. “Give me a break,” he said in a tone of long suffering. “We have been over this a thousand times Hakuba. I am not the Kaitou Kid.”

Saguru opened his mouth, only to pause. It wasn’t worth it to have this argument, not today. He sighed. “Just,” the blond put one hand on the magician’s shoulder and squeezed gently. “Just don’t vanish like that again.” It was the closest he could come to admitting he had been worried.

A pair of indigo eyes softened. “I promise.”

FoaGFoaGFoaG

Sorry to those waiting on the next chapter of PoaT

Decided to switch the order of crossovers

I want the Jackie Chan stuff to be around Christmas time

So, the next series will be Highlander instead

Kaito gets to commit his first real felony