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I got plenty of time too, but I'm currently re-reading the books:
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I got plenty of time too, but I'm currently re-reading the books:
A Series of Unfortunate Events. All 13 of them, online.
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WHOA!!! Can you give me a link? Please? I'm already in the Vile Village. ^^bluekaitou1412 wrote:That's a good thingstill.looking wrote: Probably by tomorrow.
I got plenty of time too, but I'm currently re-reading the books:
A Series of Unfortunate Events. All 13 of them, online.
No amount of apologies will express how much I regret it.
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[glow=red,2,300]New chap out[/glow]~ Comments please 
He had locked together her arms and had stepped painfully on both her feet, so she couldn't move. In a wink, he had taped her mouth together and bound her arms and legs. She remembered what Heiji had said. The last is always the quickest and quietest abduction.
That was certainly true. In less than a minute he was already hauling her out the window. Inspired by a sudden idea, Kazuha kicked the wooden windowsill loudly. He snarled quietly, and Ran stirred. However, Heiji was more sensitive to noise and opened the door, just to find the still-scrunched up paper fall down from the window. He caught it quickly and read.
The first two words were enough to set him jumping out the window, his mind clear but his heart on fire with anger.
He landed like a cat, soundless and safe. He read through the clue again. He thought through it quickly:
The first line was probably just a trademark. So what was 1984..?
It certainly sounded like a year, Heiji thought. He was a Chemistry teacher.. A year something was discovered? An invention? A drug? An element..?
That's it! He thought triumphantly. If they corresponded to the atomic numbers, the letters could form numbers.
He tried it out: [See if you can solve it without opening the spoiler. It's pretty easy, I really suck at making secret codes. 
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The kidnapper had a great start: around two minutes. He winced at the thought, but he just rode faster.
He left his motorcycle at a parking spot: he wanted to sneak up so he couldn't bring along the noisy bike.
Rain started to fall, first small, barely noticeable drops, then becoming a fine mist, that it was almost a fog. Heiji wasn't bothered, though; he knew where to go. While on his bike, he remembered a very old, abandoned warehouse, once brought there by Otaki for a case. [Obviously, I made this up.]
The wind blew harder. Heiji's step faltered, but after that he sped up, still careful not to slip.
The rain poured hard, steady.
No.
Drip. Drip.
No. I need her.
He was soaked, but he didn't care.
I would endure anything. Just-- just let her be alive.
His imagination was running wild. Every drop of water felt like blood. He growled at himself.
She's alive.
If she were dead--
He winced, too angry to cry.
--I would know.
He turned right.
Here--
They were there: Kuroshi, with his back to him, towering over Kazuha. She had a cut on one arm, which was bleeding hard. Her eyes were closed.
Heiji's dread flooded out every other emotion he had.. a few seconds later, it turned to anger, undescribable anger, as he forgot everything else and turned to Kuroshi, [insert whatever you want here. I couldn't describe Heiji's anger enough.]
That's it. And I already have the idea for the next fic. ^^ Since it'll be the first word anyway.. it's "PROM." It's only an idea though, if I build it up properly I might start it. This one here will be done in two chapters.
Comments please He had locked together her arms and had stepped painfully on both her feet, so she couldn't move. In a wink, he had taped her mouth together and bound her arms and legs. She remembered what Heiji had said. The last is always the quickest and quietest abduction.
That was certainly true. In less than a minute he was already hauling her out the window. Inspired by a sudden idea, Kazuha kicked the wooden windowsill loudly. He snarled quietly, and Ran stirred. However, Heiji was more sensitive to noise and opened the door, just to find the still-scrunched up paper fall down from the window. He caught it quickly and read.
The first two words were enough to set him jumping out the window, his mind clear but his heart on fire with anger.
He landed like a cat, soundless and safe. He read through the clue again. He thought through it quickly:
The first line was probably just a trademark. So what was 1984..?
It certainly sounded like a year, Heiji thought. He was a Chemistry teacher.. A year something was discovered? An invention? A drug? An element..?
That's it! He thought triumphantly. If they corresponded to the atomic numbers, the letters could form numbers.
He tried it out: [See if you can solve it without opening the spoiler.
It's pretty easy, I really suck at making secret codes. ]Spoiler:
He left his motorcycle at a parking spot: he wanted to sneak up so he couldn't bring along the noisy bike.
Rain started to fall, first small, barely noticeable drops, then becoming a fine mist, that it was almost a fog. Heiji wasn't bothered, though; he knew where to go. While on his bike, he remembered a very old, abandoned warehouse, once brought there by Otaki for a case. [Obviously, I made this up.]
The wind blew harder. Heiji's step faltered, but after that he sped up, still careful not to slip.
The rain poured hard, steady.
No.
Drip. Drip.
No. I need her.
He was soaked, but he didn't care.
I would endure anything. Just-- just let her be alive.
His imagination was running wild. Every drop of water felt like blood. He growled at himself.
She's alive.
If she were dead--
He winced, too angry to cry.
--I would know.
He turned right.
Here--
They were there: Kuroshi, with his back to him, towering over Kazuha. She had a cut on one arm, which was bleeding hard. Her eyes were closed.
Heiji's dread flooded out every other emotion he had.. a few seconds later, it turned to anger, undescribable anger, as he forgot everything else and turned to Kuroshi, [insert whatever you want here. I couldn't describe Heiji's anger enough.]
That's it. And I already have the idea for the next fic. ^^ Since it'll be the first word anyway.. it's "PROM."
It's only an idea though, if I build it up properly I might start it. This one here will be done in two chapters. No amount of apologies will express how much I regret it.
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still.looking wrote:WHOA!!! Can you give me a link? Please? I'm already in the Vile Village. ^^bluekaitou1412 wrote:That's a good thingstill.looking wrote: Probably by tomorrow.
I got plenty of time too, but I'm currently re-reading the books:
A Series of Unfortunate Events. All 13 of them, online.
My mistake.
I mean I (or my classmate in this case) downloaded e-books and I read em on my computer.
I only bought the 12th and 13th book. Great stuff.
The movie is good too. *tries very hard no to spoil*
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Oh. Okay.
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Technically this is the last chapter, but I'm still making the epilogue. 
Comments please?
"HOW CAN YOU?" he yelled, his tears disguised as rain on his face, forgetting all thought of an ambush.
"Your girlfriend is really pretty. And really nice." Kuroshi said, as though he'd been there all the time. "May I have her?"
"No," Heiji said menacingly, not caring what he'd just confirmed by inference. "Don't you touch her, fool."
He rolled his eyes. "Stop worrying. She's alive." His voice was almost part of the rain. "I like to marvel at girls like her before.. carrying on." He grinned widely.
Heiji stepped nearer, trying to master his anger. "Get away from her." He cracked, finally, at this man who mutilated Kazuha-- "PAY FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE!" He lunged forward.
Kazuha's arm was sliced. Badly. It was pain past endurance; pain so intense she couldn't feel it.
She looked down at the wound, and fainted. The blood smelled like rust.
Heiji..
She didn't know how much time had passed. Minutes? Hours? Days..? She didn't even know if she was really awake.
She fell sick at the thought of Heiji, probably worried beyond compare. Her eyes were still closed, not wanting to know the time, not wanting to know how long he'd been suffering. But at that moment, she heard what she wanted most.. probably Heaven's gift to me as I die, she thought.
Heiji continued to talk. He sounded angry.. From what she understood, he was furiously mad. She heard his footsteps, her ear having been pressing down on the ground, willing him not to fight. She wanted to say she was okay; to say he had both a gun and a knife--
Too late. Heiji had jumped forward, lithe as a cougar. She opened her eyes and watched in horror.
"No--"
He picked up a broken metal crutch lying on the side of the dumpster, and attack with it as a shinai.
There were sounds of metal against metal and three gunshots, but it stopped as quickly as it came. Heiji straightened up, and exhaled, as if he hadn't breathed through the fight. He had a gash on one cheek, which was bleeding. Kazuha moaned worriedly. He turned toward her, surprised.
"You wake fast," he muttered, kneeling down on one leg and hacking at her bindings. When it fell free, Kazuha put her hand gently over Heiji's wound, which also meant cradling his cheek. "Are you okay?" she said softly, trying to stop the bleeding.
Heiji was turning redder and redder every second, even if his blood level was still receding. He looked down at the pavement, so he couldn't break down from Kazuha's expression. "I-I'm okay.." Just keep your hand there, he added as an afterthought, blushing even deeper. "Th-this isn't the time, Kazuha."
"Oh. Sorry." She took her hand, and glanced over his shoulder at Kuroshi.
"Is he alive, Heiji?"
"Yeah, but he might die due to loss of blood." He looked up at her. "Don't worry.. he deserves it."
Sirens wailed in the still night. Kazuha jumped, but Heiji wasn't surprised. "That's the police that I called," he said cheerfully. "Can you stand?"
Kazuha tried, but fell down. Heiji caught her. "Alright," he said, rolling his eyes, "just like before. Hop on, then."
Kazuha grinned as he hoisted her on his back. "Dang," he murmured, as she put her arms around his neck.
"You were the one who said I ride on your back," Kazuha reminded him, as he walked steadily to the police car.
"I know. Hold steady, idiot." He looked back at her, smiling. Kazuha fell asleep, her head touching the back of his neck. Heiji blushed again, savoring this moment, but still thinking..
Bet you didn't know that Heiji was paranoid, no? Kidding. It's just a fic.
Comments please? "HOW CAN YOU?" he yelled, his tears disguised as rain on his face, forgetting all thought of an ambush.
"Your girlfriend is really pretty. And really nice." Kuroshi said, as though he'd been there all the time. "May I have her?"
"No," Heiji said menacingly, not caring what he'd just confirmed by inference. "Don't you touch her, fool."
He rolled his eyes. "Stop worrying. She's alive." His voice was almost part of the rain. "I like to marvel at girls like her before.. carrying on." He grinned widely.
Heiji stepped nearer, trying to master his anger. "Get away from her." He cracked, finally, at this man who mutilated Kazuha-- "PAY FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE!" He lunged forward.
Kazuha's arm was sliced. Badly. It was pain past endurance; pain so intense she couldn't feel it.
She looked down at the wound, and fainted. The blood smelled like rust.
Heiji..
She didn't know how much time had passed. Minutes? Hours? Days..? She didn't even know if she was really awake.
She fell sick at the thought of Heiji, probably worried beyond compare. Her eyes were still closed, not wanting to know the time, not wanting to know how long he'd been suffering. But at that moment, she heard what she wanted most.. probably Heaven's gift to me as I die, she thought.
Heiji continued to talk. He sounded angry.. From what she understood, he was furiously mad. She heard his footsteps, her ear having been pressing down on the ground, willing him not to fight. She wanted to say she was okay; to say he had both a gun and a knife--
Too late. Heiji had jumped forward, lithe as a cougar. She opened her eyes and watched in horror.
"No--"
He picked up a broken metal crutch lying on the side of the dumpster, and attack with it as a shinai.
There were sounds of metal against metal and three gunshots, but it stopped as quickly as it came. Heiji straightened up, and exhaled, as if he hadn't breathed through the fight. He had a gash on one cheek, which was bleeding. Kazuha moaned worriedly. He turned toward her, surprised.
"You wake fast," he muttered, kneeling down on one leg and hacking at her bindings. When it fell free, Kazuha put her hand gently over Heiji's wound, which also meant cradling his cheek. "Are you okay?" she said softly, trying to stop the bleeding.
Heiji was turning redder and redder every second, even if his blood level was still receding. He looked down at the pavement, so he couldn't break down from Kazuha's expression. "I-I'm okay.." Just keep your hand there, he added as an afterthought, blushing even deeper. "Th-this isn't the time, Kazuha."
"Oh. Sorry." She took her hand, and glanced over his shoulder at Kuroshi.
"Is he alive, Heiji?"
"Yeah, but he might die due to loss of blood." He looked up at her. "Don't worry.. he deserves it."
Sirens wailed in the still night. Kazuha jumped, but Heiji wasn't surprised. "That's the police that I called," he said cheerfully. "Can you stand?"
Kazuha tried, but fell down. Heiji caught her. "Alright," he said, rolling his eyes, "just like before. Hop on, then."
Kazuha grinned as he hoisted her on his back. "Dang," he murmured, as she put her arms around his neck.
"You were the one who said I ride on your back," Kazuha reminded him, as he walked steadily to the police car.
"I know. Hold steady, idiot." He looked back at her, smiling. Kazuha fell asleep, her head touching the back of his neck. Heiji blushed again, savoring this moment, but still thinking..
Bet you didn't know that Heiji was paranoid, no?
Kidding. It's just a fic.No amount of apologies will express how much I regret it.
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*yawn* Here's the epilogue. I haven't slept much.
Through her ten-hour sleep at the hospital, Heiji stayed with Kazuha, unflinchingly gazing alternately out the window and at the monitor attached to Kazuha.
He had also told her parents of what happened, and they had come as soon as visitors were allowed. They were assured that she was okay, that she just needed to stay in the hospital for a few days, and that Heiji would stay with her.
After Kazuha's parents were Ran, Conan, and Kogoro.
"I'm so glad you're okay," Ran said, as soon as she was in the door. Heiji had to stand from his bedside seat to make room for them.
"She is okay, ne, Hattori?" Conan muttered to him. Heiji had sat cross-legged on the other side of the bed, on the floor, his back to the mattress.
"All levels normal."
"Nerd."
Ran and Kazuha talked happily, Kogoro having went outside to go for a smoke. Heiji and Conan listened to them, rolling their eyes every now and then as they teased and laughed. They didn't mind, though. 8)
They had to leave eventually to go back to Tokyo. Kogoro had waved down Heiji's offer to accompany them to the station.
"She needs you more than we do," he said quietly, gesturing to Kazuha, who was sleeping soundly.
"Take care, then," Heiji replied, waving, "I'll call Ku--Conan-kun when we'll meet again."
So Heiji was left again to stare outside again, and wonder.
When Kazuha stirred, he turned toward her.
"What time is--"
"He kissed you, didn't he?"
He was silhouetted against the sunlight, but his face was entirely blank. The truth was that he'd practiced this mentally for days.
"Wh-what?"
He looked at her. "I don't know.. I just felt that you were acting weird since we got in here. It's the only explanation," he said, then his voice turned quietly pleading. "Please tell the truth."
She blushed, cracking at Heiji's expression. "Only.. only on the cheek. It's-- nothing." Kazuha couldn't look at him.
"That's distracting.." he said lowly.
Kazuha ignored that and hid her face in the covers.
Silence reigned for a few minutes; Heiji broke it.
"Can you sing me that song again?"
"What song, Heiji?"
"That one you sung me to sleep with. I love the melody," he added hastily, as she looked questioningly at him.
Kazuha sung without complaint, though still confused, as confidently as she could, not when Heiji had wheeled his chair over and buried his face in his arms, on the beddings.
"Thanks," he said after the song, yawning. He hadn't gotten around to much sleeping.
"Sleep, Heiji," she said. He closed his eyes.
"Yeah, don't mind me, I'm just bothered about not being your first kiss."
Ehh?!
He opened one eye, in time to see her blushing deep. His blue-green eyes stood out beautifully against his chocolate-brown skin.. how could I have noticed that just now? [note: this is Kazuha's thought.]
"Kidding." He traced Kazuha's hand with his finger.
"Before you go to sleep," she muttered, almost a snarl, because his tracing was tickling, "Tell me, why do you keep asking me to sing that song? Aside from the melody, of course. I'm just curious."
He stopped his tracing, but keeps his hand on hers. He grunted into his arms, "Memories." Then he snorted.
"Weird," Kazuha said decidedly.
"No, really." He looked up at her slowly with those amethyst eyes. Kazuha winced. "I promise. You'll know someday."
He fell asleep holding her hand, Kazuha gazing at him confusedly.
That's it. I know it sucks, so feel free to shout me down. I wish bluekaitou's enjoying Bicol
Through her ten-hour sleep at the hospital, Heiji stayed with Kazuha, unflinchingly gazing alternately out the window and at the monitor attached to Kazuha.
He had also told her parents of what happened, and they had come as soon as visitors were allowed. They were assured that she was okay, that she just needed to stay in the hospital for a few days, and that Heiji would stay with her.
After Kazuha's parents were Ran, Conan, and Kogoro.
"I'm so glad you're okay," Ran said, as soon as she was in the door. Heiji had to stand from his bedside seat to make room for them.
"She is okay, ne, Hattori?" Conan muttered to him. Heiji had sat cross-legged on the other side of the bed, on the floor, his back to the mattress.
"All levels normal."
"Nerd."
Ran and Kazuha talked happily, Kogoro having went outside to go for a smoke. Heiji and Conan listened to them, rolling their eyes every now and then as they teased and laughed. They didn't mind, though. 8)
They had to leave eventually to go back to Tokyo. Kogoro had waved down Heiji's offer to accompany them to the station.
"She needs you more than we do," he said quietly, gesturing to Kazuha, who was sleeping soundly.
"Take care, then," Heiji replied, waving, "I'll call Ku--Conan-kun when we'll meet again."
So Heiji was left again to stare outside again, and wonder.
When Kazuha stirred, he turned toward her.
"What time is--"
"He kissed you, didn't he?"
He was silhouetted against the sunlight, but his face was entirely blank. The truth was that he'd practiced this mentally for days.
"Wh-what?"
He looked at her. "I don't know.. I just felt that you were acting weird since we got in here. It's the only explanation," he said, then his voice turned quietly pleading. "Please tell the truth."
She blushed, cracking at Heiji's expression. "Only.. only on the cheek. It's-- nothing." Kazuha couldn't look at him.
"That's distracting.." he said lowly.
Kazuha ignored that and hid her face in the covers.
Silence reigned for a few minutes; Heiji broke it.
"Can you sing me that song again?"
"What song, Heiji?"
"That one you sung me to sleep with. I love the melody," he added hastily, as she looked questioningly at him.
Kazuha sung without complaint, though still confused, as confidently as she could, not when Heiji had wheeled his chair over and buried his face in his arms, on the beddings.
"Thanks," he said after the song, yawning. He hadn't gotten around to much sleeping.
"Sleep, Heiji," she said. He closed his eyes.
"Yeah, don't mind me, I'm just bothered about not being your first kiss."
Ehh?!
He opened one eye, in time to see her blushing deep. His blue-green eyes stood out beautifully against his chocolate-brown skin.. how could I have noticed that just now? [note: this is Kazuha's thought.]
"Kidding." He traced Kazuha's hand with his finger.
"Before you go to sleep," she muttered, almost a snarl, because his tracing was tickling, "Tell me, why do you keep asking me to sing that song? Aside from the melody, of course. I'm just curious."
He stopped his tracing, but keeps his hand on hers. He grunted into his arms, "Memories." Then he snorted.
"Weird," Kazuha said decidedly.
"No, really." He looked up at her slowly with those amethyst eyes. Kazuha winced. "I promise. You'll know someday."
He fell asleep holding her hand, Kazuha gazing at him confusedly.
That's it. I know it sucks, so feel free to shout me down. I wish bluekaitou's enjoying Bicol
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I have new drawings but my Bluetooth is angry at me. I think. My cellphone will never fight mee!! [its name is Saguru. My sister named it.] I'll try to fix this thing *holds up the Bluetooth USB* but I think I can't Anywayy, I'm working on the prom fic since I'm on an unexpected two-week vacation!! BTW I miss bluekaitou. 
My sister named it.] I'll try to fix this thing *holds up the Bluetooth USB* but I think I can't Anywayy, I'm working on the prom fic since I'm on an unexpected two-week vacation!! BTW I miss bluekaitou. No amount of apologies will express how much I regret it.
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Here they are.
Not one of the DC characters. I don't even know who he is.
Pencil..
Primary inking..
Secondary inking..
Coloring. I know my harmony is horrible. O_o"
Oh well. Here's Kazuha. I couldn't fit in her socks and shoes. She's wearing one-- technically two --of those striped knee socks and, well, shoes.
Not one of the DC characters. I don't even know who he is.
Pencil..
Primary inking..
Secondary inking..
Coloring. I know my harmony is horrible. O_o"
Oh well. Here's Kazuha. I couldn't fit in her socks and shoes. She's wearing one-- technically two --of those striped knee socks and, well, shoes.
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Wheee! *glomps bluekaitou*
I like the Kazuha one. ^^
I like the Kazuha one. ^^
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Ideas for drawings like that normally hit me when I'm doing something totally unrelated. Like watching House, for example. xPccppfan wrote: Wheee! *glomps bluekaitou*
I like the Kazuha one. ^^
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Wha-still.looking wrote:Ideas for drawings like that normally hit me when I'm doing something totally unrelated. Like watching House, for example. xPccppfan wrote: Wheee! *glomps bluekaitou*
I like the Kazuha one. ^^
Oh.
Me too.
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New fic coming out in.. two days. Maybe earlier.
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O-kay, so it's late.. Sorry, I had a flu. Not THE flu, though.
This is a POV story, which will be mainly Kaito, but maybe I'll switch to Hakuba near the end. You'll understand when you read it.
In this story..
> Shinichi is still Conan
> Conan and Heiji know who Kid is, but Hakuba does not
I'd finally managed to get a tracker with a mic on Hakuba. He'd been too much of a problem in my heists lately; he'd annoyed me up to that point.
It was on his watch. Technically, inside it. Oh well. I glanced at it, on his right wrist. That watch's mechanism was more minute than I'd thought. But that's okay, the only mark I accidentally left on it was inside and wouldn't affect the ticking, so he wouldn't notice it.
The bell rang. Everyone hurried back to their own seats as a new teacher came in. I looked her over: finely dressed, light skin, long blonde hair, and a foreign face. I glanced at Hakuba's watch again, then at Hakuba himself. He was also scanning her; but he did it slower, the way of a detective. I grinned, remembering Hattori and Kudo.
"Morning, everyone," she greeted us. "Please close the windows and doors; I'm kinda cold."
Certainly you would, I thought, you're wearing a miniskirt. I stood up to slide the windows beside me shut.
"Your sensei is on leave," she said. "For one week, I will be your adviser." She smiled. "That is, if we reach a week."
Hakuba and I yelled at the same time: "NO!"
We'd both seen her plunge her hand quickly into her pocket and pull out a gun. She pointed it at us. The girls gasped, too scared to scream.
"Nobody makes a sound, or I will blast your brains out," she said quietly. I froze, halfway out my seat. Hakuba was already standing. "You," she said menacingly, pointing the gun at Hakuba. "Come here."
He walked down the aisle, and straight at her. I saw him examine the gun for the shortest moment. He motioned behind his back. Tokaref. I stiffened. That meant it was real.
She grabbed his hair roughly and touched the nuzzle to his neck. "I know Kaitou Kid is in this class," she said clearly. Fortunately, everyone was dead shocked, even Hakuba, so my expression of pure horror was excused. "If you want this boy to stay alive--" she shook Hakuba; he winced. "--await our instuctions. I will leave the phone in this box. You better be on the other end when we call." She laid down the box on the teacher's desk. "Come along, boy."
She dragged Hakuba along with her outside. Aoko whimpered beside me; I put my hand lightly on her shoulder.
"Don't worry," I said quietly. "It was her greatest mistake to take Hakuba. He'll be fine."
As the kidnapper shot the gun outside, I glanced out the window.
"Don't move, or I will kill this boy..."
The only suspicious car was a Mercedes waiting near the gates. No plate. I looked around a bit more, but found nothing.
"... class here knows what to do."
"You stay right there--"
There was a piercing BANG outside the door. The whole class turned in horror.
"He has now kindly demonstrated what will happen to anyone who gets in my way," she said coolly, accompanied with a moan. "Who's next?"
Footsteps down the hall, fading away. I rushed soundlessly to the door and memorized everything I could: her clothes, her swagger, the gun, her handedness, every detail I could see.
Muttering swept the corridor as the footsteps weren't heard anymore, and several teachers came in to our room to ask about what happened.
"What'll happen to Hakuba-kun?" Keiko asked worriedly.
"You know him, he'll survive," Akako said calmly. "The kidnappers will probably release him anyway, they'll get sick of his anecdotes and quotes."
"Not funny," Aoko snapped.
"You know what I can't believe?" Keiko said.
We shook our heads.
"Kid is actually our classmate! Or was that a joke?"
Comments.
This is a POV story, which will be mainly Kaito, but maybe I'll switch to Hakuba near the end. You'll understand when you read it.
In this story..
> Shinichi is still Conan
> Conan and Heiji know who Kid is, but Hakuba does not
I'd finally managed to get a tracker with a mic on Hakuba. He'd been too much of a problem in my heists lately; he'd annoyed me up to that point.
It was on his watch. Technically, inside it. Oh well. I glanced at it, on his right wrist. That watch's mechanism was more minute than I'd thought. But that's okay, the only mark I accidentally left on it was inside and wouldn't affect the ticking, so he wouldn't notice it.
The bell rang. Everyone hurried back to their own seats as a new teacher came in. I looked her over: finely dressed, light skin, long blonde hair, and a foreign face. I glanced at Hakuba's watch again, then at Hakuba himself. He was also scanning her; but he did it slower, the way of a detective. I grinned, remembering Hattori and Kudo.
"Morning, everyone," she greeted us. "Please close the windows and doors; I'm kinda cold."
Certainly you would, I thought, you're wearing a miniskirt. I stood up to slide the windows beside me shut.
"Your sensei is on leave," she said. "For one week, I will be your adviser." She smiled. "That is, if we reach a week."
Hakuba and I yelled at the same time: "NO!"
We'd both seen her plunge her hand quickly into her pocket and pull out a gun. She pointed it at us. The girls gasped, too scared to scream.
"Nobody makes a sound, or I will blast your brains out," she said quietly. I froze, halfway out my seat. Hakuba was already standing. "You," she said menacingly, pointing the gun at Hakuba. "Come here."
He walked down the aisle, and straight at her. I saw him examine the gun for the shortest moment. He motioned behind his back. Tokaref. I stiffened. That meant it was real.
She grabbed his hair roughly and touched the nuzzle to his neck. "I know Kaitou Kid is in this class," she said clearly. Fortunately, everyone was dead shocked, even Hakuba, so my expression of pure horror was excused. "If you want this boy to stay alive--" she shook Hakuba; he winced. "--await our instuctions. I will leave the phone in this box. You better be on the other end when we call." She laid down the box on the teacher's desk. "Come along, boy."
She dragged Hakuba along with her outside. Aoko whimpered beside me; I put my hand lightly on her shoulder.
"Don't worry," I said quietly. "It was her greatest mistake to take Hakuba. He'll be fine."
As the kidnapper shot the gun outside, I glanced out the window.
"Don't move, or I will kill this boy..."
The only suspicious car was a Mercedes waiting near the gates. No plate. I looked around a bit more, but found nothing.
"... class here knows what to do."
"You stay right there--"
There was a piercing BANG outside the door. The whole class turned in horror.
"He has now kindly demonstrated what will happen to anyone who gets in my way," she said coolly, accompanied with a moan. "Who's next?"
Footsteps down the hall, fading away. I rushed soundlessly to the door and memorized everything I could: her clothes, her swagger, the gun, her handedness, every detail I could see.
Muttering swept the corridor as the footsteps weren't heard anymore, and several teachers came in to our room to ask about what happened.
"What'll happen to Hakuba-kun?" Keiko asked worriedly.
"You know him, he'll survive," Akako said calmly. "The kidnappers will probably release him anyway, they'll get sick of his anecdotes and quotes."
"Not funny," Aoko snapped.
"You know what I can't believe?" Keiko said.
We shook our heads.
"Kid is actually our classmate! Or was that a joke?"
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