Author: xxKazuki-Chanxx PM
When Edogawa Conan stumbles upon a shrunken Kaitou Kid, he'll be, unwillingly, in for the ride of his life. Now he's found himself on the opposite side of the law and yet the opposite side of the organization. Maybe Kuroba was right all along... KaiShinRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Adventure - Kaito K. & Shinichi K./Conan E. - Chapters: 3 - Words: 3,456 - Reviews: 14 - Favs: 54 - Follows: 66 - Published: 12-24-09 - id: 5606133
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
A/N: Only chapter I was actually happy with~
Welcome To Beika…
Dark brown hair that could easily pass as black whipped lightly around his face, cerulean eyes half-lidded as they gazed at the hard concrete of the foot path. Bright signs were held high and raucous laughter flittered up through the night air, crowds still cheering for the phantom thief even after he had left the scene. Conan sighed, kicking lazily at the ground as his skateboard rolled slowly down the street, Nakamori-Keibu's rather coarse swearing melting into the crowd and yet still managing to top everything else, not even the sirens with their flashing red and blue could drown him out or the chattering of reporters as they recapped the entire heist with excited smiles and bright eyes.
He raised a finger to cool, rosy lips, tingling in remembrance of a certain thief's touch. Soft pink splattered across his cheeks as Conan groaned rubbing slightly as if to banish the unbidden memories.
Shadowy tendrils swirled around the alleyways as he ducked into one of the many streets leading back to Mouri Detective Agency. Cold, musty and damp air around his small but decidedly slender figure, the walls stained with pollution and left damp from the rain. A foreboding crept up his spine as an almost silent groan came from ahead of him. Crimson dribbled on the soot covered concrete as he ran towards the pool of white material, like a cape made of the purest snow. The familiar color had his heart racing, as did the sight of Kaitou Kid's ever present top hat lying on the ground, a cracked monocle with a broken charm sitting innocently next to it. He kneeled beside the pile of clothes a small figure, so like his own with an almost identical face bundled inside. He pressed shaking fingers to the not-child's pulse, sighing in startled relief as he felt the steady thrum against the soft pads of his fingertips. Conan growled slightly as he flipped open his phone, soccer-ball charm dangling next to his cheek as the dial tone rang.
"Moshi, Moshi Hakase. We have a problem." He murmured with obviously forced cheer. Cerulean eyes glanced over the other's form hand spread out over Kid's chest, feeling the continuous heartbeat and slow rise and fall of a well toned almost muscular torso under his slim yet strangely graceful fingers.
"Shinichi-Kun, what do you mean problem?" The old professor's voice drifted worriedly over the line.
"Beika-Chou the 2nd street, I'll need a ride… a friend needs help…" Conan explained a small frustrated air unknowingly added to his soprano voice. He twitched helplessly waiting for the professor's reply sighing inaudibly as the man started to speak, a concerned glance offered to the battered figure beside him.
"We'll be right there." Agasa promised, making an almost satisfied quirk come to the not-child's lips hanging up at the return of the dial tone. He slipped the phone into his back pocket, stilling in fear as the thief's heartbeat fluttered before pulling into a slow, sleepy pound inside of his chest.
A yawn came from Kid as the headlights of Agasa's car pulled into view blinding the glasses wearing Conan momentarily. The balding scientist wandered over staring in silent shock at the small yet lithe figure wrapping itself around Conan's slender waist and nuzzling a chilled nose against his torso, sweat and blood rubbing onto his clothes as soft white material slipped from the shrunken teenager. Conan smiled up at the inventor while the man tried to remove the boy from him, getting a possessive growl and a soft kick in response as Kid buried his face deeper into the soft dark blue hooded sweater successfully smearing more of the sticky crimson liquid onto the fabric.
"It appears Ai-Kun was right when she said you were a trouble magnet." Agasa chuckled scratching his large nose in a nervous gesture, black eyes peering out from behind his round glasses.
"Hakase is Haibara here?" He inquired a slightly irritated gleam in his cerulean eyes.
"Is Ai-Kun? Oh Hai. She's in the car…" He replied walking slowly over to the car and sliding into the driver's side large hands planted firmly on the steering wheel. With a pleased and sort of resigned nod Conan stood, supporting the taller boy's weight, only to stumble into the backseat of the yellow vehicle.
"Your Karma strikes again Kudou-Kun." Ai said in her usual monotone, the slightest hints of sarcasm under the bland drawl.
"Let's just get going…"