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Another kidfic! Detective Conan/Magic Kaito - Kid/Conan, black
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joisbishmyoga~, who had my permission to ignore the fandom restriction on the baby meme, and immediately landed me with a prompt for a fandom I barely know. Sneaky, sneaky Jo.
~1200 words, too big for the comments field. (posted a couple of other ficlets after the first big rush, but THEY fit, so they went on the meme like they ought to have. Evil Jo-prompt is evil.)
It's a good thing his brand of crazy isn't the kind that's all that interested in immortality. (Where's the breathless exhilaration of taking insane risks if you already know you're going to be fine, no matter what? Takes all the fun out of it.) It's a good thing he didn't want Pandora as anything but bait, and to keep it out of worse hands, because he'd have felt gypped.
Not that the gem doesn't do exactly as advertised on the can -- for certain values of immortality.
Kid stares down at the teenage boy who sits stunned on the roof, legs spread out in front of him. Conan always looks thirteen going on thirty to him, but today he looks eleven at best, not even the age of his body. It's the shock.
He guesses it's not everyday you catch up to a criminal you've been hunting for five years -- one last glorious chase, as all around the world assault teams tear into an empire that cost you your old life -- and his father -- only to...
"I have to admit, Tantei-kun," says Kid, "when I handed you the gem back I wasn't trying to trap you into making a honest man out of me."
"There's no gem on Earth that could do that, anyway," Conan replies, but his faint voice says he's not really paying attention to the words, or to the thief who stands only two steps away.
Of the two of them, Kid is more disposed to believe in magic, but even if Conan was prone to dismissing the testimony of his own two eyes...
Nothing happened when Kid was handling the gem alone. Only when he passed it, and for a fraction of second there were two hands on it.
No amount of denial ever stopped Tantei-kun from reaching a logical conclusion.
The toddler asleep in Conan's lap has Conan's cowlick and Kaito's purple irises, when he cracks his eyes open. Kid can see Conan swallowing.
He hears the quiet shuffle of feet on the fire escape and he's pulling Conan and his armful up before he's even thought twice, whisks them away in his cape, herds them to the air vent -- an emergency exit he hadn't let himself consider, earlier on, when this was still supposed to be his last performance. He falls backward into the darkness, holding Conan to his chest. Conan's eyes are wide and glittering behind his glasses, but he doesn't make a sound as they fall, or when Kid's hooks engage and they come to a somewhat abrupt stop, right in the middle of the vertical shaft.
Kid shuffles around a bit, so that his back is pressed tight against one wall and his feet on the other, and he smiles his most pleasant smile at the not-a-boy sitting on his lap over forty more feet of void.
"Sorry. Reflex."
"I'm sure," Conan replies dryly, not impressed at all.
Kid can't help grinning, very pleased. Conan's going to make an awesome co-parent.
"...Kid?"
"Yes, Tantei-kun?"
The detective frowns at him, and visibly wants to peer closer, but that would put him under the shadow of the hat and ... and.
"Are you... alright?"
Oh gods and goddesses and ancestors and anyone who'd ever listen. He's got a son.
It's a sort of poetic ending, he supposes; the day he lays his father's ghost to rest, he becomes a father as well.
"I might be in the first stage of a freak-out of epic proportions," he admits, aware that his smile quirks oddly and unable to fix it.
"What took you so long?" Conan replies with a disbelieving chuff, not even really laughter. "I was here two minutes ago."
The child blinks his eyes open again, examines Conan's face -- it's the closest -- and then Kid's.
Then of course he goes straight for the brim of his hat with curious hands.
Conan is the one who reaches for that tiny hand and tries to draw it back. Kid takes in a shuddering breath.
"Let him. It's okay." He laughs a little at Conan's incredulous stare. "You were going to see me today anyway. Just -- for a different occasion."
Conan is grave when he reaches out to take off the top hat, careful. He hands it to the toddler, who makes a pleased gargly sound and starts tapping his hands on top like a drum.
"Yes. It's my real face."
"Huh," says Conan, and there is his little thirty-year-old. Kid chuckles.
He doesn't do it long. People are gathering on the rooftop. Someone shines a light down the shaft. Kid and his passengers are far down enough that even wearing white, they won't be immediately noticeable, but the sound of their voices is going to travel up. Conan realizes at the same time he does -- they need to sort this out, fast.
But Conan is smart. He'll have reached the same conclusion as Kid, and possibly sooner. For a second Kid is afraid, because there's another solution -- Child Services, adoption.
"You can't be caught here," Conan says, and Kid almost sends them to their deaths when his legs briefly go limp with relief.
Conan and his thirteen official years can't keep the child. Kid -- Kaito -- can. He turned twenty-three a month ago, and forgery is easy.
"My name's Kaito," he says, trading Conan the child for the handle of his grappling hook. "Kuroba Kaito."
Conan lets out a longsuffering sigh, though the corner of his lips is quirking up into a faint smirk. "Nice meeting you." A pause, as Conan braces himself. "I'm Kudo Shinichi."
Aha. Not that he didn't strongly suspect, but it's so nice being proven right. He grins, white teeth shining in the dark.
"Been a while since I said that," Shinichi mutters to himself, and then attempts to glare. "Anyway. If you steal anything ever again--"
"This Kid has once and for all been taken off the streets," Kaito assures him, securing the child inside his jacket and clipping on a few more cradling straps to his flight harness. The baby is starting to wriggle, unhappy at being confined.
They exchange a last look. There's so many things they should likely talk about, most of them translatable to 'what the hell do we think we're doing.' No time, though. He can hear Nakamori yell something about a floodlight and air duct blueprints, and his calves are killing him.
He takes a deep breath, steals a glance at the fuzzy-haired little head against his chest. His silk shirt is going damp where the baby chews on.
Alright. Extract self and package first. Freak out later. He can do that.
"See you tomorrow, Shinichi."
Kaito drops out from under him, into the dark, holding tight onto his change of plans.
joisbishmyoga~, who had my permission to ignore the fandom restriction on the baby meme, and immediately landed me with a prompt for a fandom I barely know. Sneaky, sneaky Jo. ~1200 words, too big for the comments field. (posted a couple of other ficlets after the first big rush, but THEY fit, so they went on the meme like they ought to have. Evil Jo-prompt is evil.)
It's a good thing his brand of crazy isn't the kind that's all that interested in immortality. (Where's the breathless exhilaration of taking insane risks if you already know you're going to be fine, no matter what? Takes all the fun out of it.) It's a good thing he didn't want Pandora as anything but bait, and to keep it out of worse hands, because he'd have felt gypped.
Not that the gem doesn't do exactly as advertised on the can -- for certain values of immortality.
Kid stares down at the teenage boy who sits stunned on the roof, legs spread out in front of him. Conan always looks thirteen going on thirty to him, but today he looks eleven at best, not even the age of his body. It's the shock.
He guesses it's not everyday you catch up to a criminal you've been hunting for five years -- one last glorious chase, as all around the world assault teams tear into an empire that cost you your old life -- and his father -- only to...
"I have to admit, Tantei-kun," says Kid, "when I handed you the gem back I wasn't trying to trap you into making a honest man out of me."
"There's no gem on Earth that could do that, anyway," Conan replies, but his faint voice says he's not really paying attention to the words, or to the thief who stands only two steps away.
Of the two of them, Kid is more disposed to believe in magic, but even if Conan was prone to dismissing the testimony of his own two eyes...
Nothing happened when Kid was handling the gem alone. Only when he passed it, and for a fraction of second there were two hands on it.
No amount of denial ever stopped Tantei-kun from reaching a logical conclusion.
The toddler asleep in Conan's lap has Conan's cowlick and Kaito's purple irises, when he cracks his eyes open. Kid can see Conan swallowing.
He hears the quiet shuffle of feet on the fire escape and he's pulling Conan and his armful up before he's even thought twice, whisks them away in his cape, herds them to the air vent -- an emergency exit he hadn't let himself consider, earlier on, when this was still supposed to be his last performance. He falls backward into the darkness, holding Conan to his chest. Conan's eyes are wide and glittering behind his glasses, but he doesn't make a sound as they fall, or when Kid's hooks engage and they come to a somewhat abrupt stop, right in the middle of the vertical shaft.
Kid shuffles around a bit, so that his back is pressed tight against one wall and his feet on the other, and he smiles his most pleasant smile at the not-a-boy sitting on his lap over forty more feet of void.
"Sorry. Reflex."
"I'm sure," Conan replies dryly, not impressed at all.
Kid can't help grinning, very pleased. Conan's going to make an awesome co-parent.
"...Kid?"
"Yes, Tantei-kun?"
The detective frowns at him, and visibly wants to peer closer, but that would put him under the shadow of the hat and ... and.
"Are you... alright?"
Oh gods and goddesses and ancestors and anyone who'd ever listen. He's got a son.
It's a sort of poetic ending, he supposes; the day he lays his father's ghost to rest, he becomes a father as well.
"I might be in the first stage of a freak-out of epic proportions," he admits, aware that his smile quirks oddly and unable to fix it.
"What took you so long?" Conan replies with a disbelieving chuff, not even really laughter. "I was here two minutes ago."
The child blinks his eyes open again, examines Conan's face -- it's the closest -- and then Kid's.
Then of course he goes straight for the brim of his hat with curious hands.
Conan is the one who reaches for that tiny hand and tries to draw it back. Kid takes in a shuddering breath.
"Let him. It's okay." He laughs a little at Conan's incredulous stare. "You were going to see me today anyway. Just -- for a different occasion."
Conan is grave when he reaches out to take off the top hat, careful. He hands it to the toddler, who makes a pleased gargly sound and starts tapping his hands on top like a drum.
"Yes. It's my real face."
"Huh," says Conan, and there is his little thirty-year-old. Kid chuckles.
He doesn't do it long. People are gathering on the rooftop. Someone shines a light down the shaft. Kid and his passengers are far down enough that even wearing white, they won't be immediately noticeable, but the sound of their voices is going to travel up. Conan realizes at the same time he does -- they need to sort this out, fast.
But Conan is smart. He'll have reached the same conclusion as Kid, and possibly sooner. For a second Kid is afraid, because there's another solution -- Child Services, adoption.
"You can't be caught here," Conan says, and Kid almost sends them to their deaths when his legs briefly go limp with relief.
Conan and his thirteen official years can't keep the child. Kid -- Kaito -- can. He turned twenty-three a month ago, and forgery is easy.
"My name's Kaito," he says, trading Conan the child for the handle of his grappling hook. "Kuroba Kaito."
Conan lets out a longsuffering sigh, though the corner of his lips is quirking up into a faint smirk. "Nice meeting you." A pause, as Conan braces himself. "I'm Kudo Shinichi."
Aha. Not that he didn't strongly suspect, but it's so nice being proven right. He grins, white teeth shining in the dark.
"Been a while since I said that," Shinichi mutters to himself, and then attempts to glare. "Anyway. If you steal anything ever again--"
"This Kid has once and for all been taken off the streets," Kaito assures him, securing the child inside his jacket and clipping on a few more cradling straps to his flight harness. The baby is starting to wriggle, unhappy at being confined.
They exchange a last look. There's so many things they should likely talk about, most of them translatable to 'what the hell do we think we're doing.' No time, though. He can hear Nakamori yell something about a floodlight and air duct blueprints, and his calves are killing him.
He takes a deep breath, steals a glance at the fuzzy-haired little head against his chest. His silk shirt is going damp where the baby chews on.
Alright. Extract self and package first. Freak out later. He can do that.
"See you tomorrow, Shinichi."
Kaito drops out from under him, into the dark, holding tight onto his change of plans.
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Eeeeee~!
The whole second half was pure genius, after the truce is formed and responsibility of their baby accepted. I loved how Conan tried to hide Kid's identity and Kaito had no qualms, about anything... icon not sufficient for degree of squeeage.
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Conan really IS going to make an awesome co-parent. And the baby is going to be the biggest trouble-attracting little prodigy ever, omg.
(Conan: Therefore, the killer is--
Baby: *tugtug*
Conan: ... What is it, kiddo?
Baby: *points at killer* Bad guy.
Conan: Er. Yes.)
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Omake ftw. :3 (Oh dear v2.0: a small child with the combined intelect, death magnetness, universe bending and kleptomania of both Conan and Kaito...goodbye world)
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Imagine Division One's reactions to the baby, after its genes start kicking in.
"Babysitting, my ass. That's your kid."
"You just had to be precocious that way, too? You must've been ten!"
"Oh god, not another one."
"Wataru? If our daughter becomes one of this boy's Shounen Tantei..."
"Two years til retirement..."
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Heh, I hadn't thought of the Inconceivable link there. What's that? An excuse to read the story for the twenty-billionth time...? *scampers off*
Evidently this is the real way to shut down the BlackOrg, make them odd-pairing-clone-parents. XD
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<3 *_* <3
Rereading. Yes. Good idea.
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Magic Kaito is about the adventures of Kuroba Kaito, a teenager fan of magic tricks (make doves disappear in a hat, guessing cards, that sort of things). His father died some years ago, and then he discovers that during his free time his father was moonlighting as the Kaitou Kid, a famous jewel thief. An evil organization wanted him to steal the Pandora Gem for them, because it's said to grant immortality, and when he wouldn't, they killed him. Of course that means Kaito has to take on the mantle of Kid the gentleman thief and start his own series of highly publicized jewel heists, looking for the gem. Really all he wants is to find his father's killers, he gives back the jewels once he's made sure they weren't the one he was looking for so as far as thieves go he's fairly benign, if utterly *impossible*. He's kind of a brat. XD
Detective Conan is the story of Kudo Shin'ichi, a famous teenage detective, who runs afoul of the same evil organization on accident and is given a drug that should kill him, except it shrinks him to an eight year old instead. He's got to pretend his older self is gone on some long top secret investigation. gets taken in by his crush's family but has to pretend to be a real kid (edogawa conan, after a japanese mystery writer and arthur conan doyle), because the evil organization would think nothing of killing a shit-ton of innocent people, because they're more or less EVERYWHERE, and if they knew he survived it would get real bad. From here on, he keeps solving crimes, except he ends up with a trio of truly-eight-year-old kids following him around to "help" (with more or less success) and has developed the habit of drugging his crush's somewhat hapless father (a private detective) so he can imitate his voice and pretend the guy is the one solving all the crimes.
Sometimes they meet, but Conan has never managed to catch Kid. Then again usually Conan hunts down murderers, so Kid must be a change of pace. XD The Black Org plot is more or less a loose frame surrounding a really long series of murder mysteries. ...I swear Conan must be cursed -- everywhere he goes EVER, there goes another corpse or three. XD
The art is kind of weird at first and a little old, and there is SO MUCH detective Conan to get through, oh my god. But this movie is a pretty good summary of everything. :D
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And both of them sound awesome, and I kind of love Kaito. Detetive Conan sounds good too, but I'm awful about catching up on long runners. Stinks. Anyway, thank you
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I think for Conan you'd really only need to read the first few chapters, the rest is all mini arcs with mystery of the week, and it's really rare when character development of the long-lasting characters happen. I think my friend knows where to find lists of where SoandSo characters happen or meet again; the one-shot characters are usually pretty interchangeable, but the cops and the other teen detectives can be really fun. i'll ask her if you wanna.
... and uh, i realize i might be starting to sound a bit pushy XD just offering my pimp services. *puts on feathered hat*
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I totally understand the fandom-pimp services. Also, you like that hat, don't you? And hmm, I guess I'll try the first few chapters then. Maybe. Possibly. Depending on when I can get my hands on a paper copy (for some reason, I just cannot read manga online. Dunno why.)
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even if they do look EXACTLY alike<3no subject
mmm yes. well, at least the face when expressionless, because the hair is different (kid's is totally hotter XD) and the facial expressions are, i think, TOTALLY different. Kid tends to look at the world with bright delight and devilish glee, whereas Conan tends to make cynical little brat faces... then again i haven't read the conan manga in SO LONG, i'm forgetting what shinichi really looks like. XD;
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[thinks about it] Yeah- how do so many people die all the time anyway? I'm tempted to join a police force out of sheer curiousity to compare.
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And while I'm here, OMG SQUEE LOVE. Here from Jo's eljay. SUCH A CUTE CHIBI YES LOVE.
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Sequel might yet happen, Jo is pushing me and Kid and Conan are chatty bastards and way too easy to write. No promises, but.
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Of course I immediately started thinking of other definitions that might play with expectations of what it means, and the next one was "diamonds are eternal", after an ad that's been running in French for a while, so of course the Pandora Gem grants you immortality by sucking your soul in, where it'll be safe from a lot of things for a lot of years. Might go crazy before long, but at least you'll be alive! after a certain definition of such. Mmmmh.
Thank you. ^_____^
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*is a tease* u.u