#✧˖*°࿐ Shinichi Kudo Image // the GREAT DETECTIVE of the east.

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DEEP BREATH. drags myself heaving from the trenches. I did!! Basic Tags!! I'm a solider!! a winner!!

Tag Dump - Shinichi Kudo (Detective Conan) & Kaito Kuroba (Magic Kaitou)

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I really appreciate those who read my random fanfictions so here's one for all of you

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Kudo Shinichi is a proud man. He's composed, calcutive, and strict. Being exposed in a world of crimes and injustice through books and media ever since he was a young child, he created an image built upon his own desires. He strived to save victims and put criminals behind bars. Unlike his father who's contented with writing about amazing detectives, he wanted to be one.

And so he did, at a young age and still in highschool, he managed to rise to the top by helping the police with even the most difficult of cases. He craved mystery, like they were drugs. Something he can never live without. He isn't just Kudo Shinichi, son of the great mystery writer, Kudo Yuusaku and legendary actress Fujimine Yukiko any longer. He's Kudo Shinichi, great high school detective of the east, and saviour of the police force.

Of course, just like anyone, he has an idol and a role model to be inspired from. Who's a better encouragement than the greatest detective of all time, Conan Doyle's masterpiece of a character, Sherlock Holmes? Just like Holmes, Shinichi's someone who despise injustice and corrects it. Just like Holmes, Shinichi has a sport he's good at when violence is needed. Just like Holmes, Shinichi is a living mystery killer, who sheds light to even the darkest of enigma.

People claimed him to be 'not just like Holmes' anymore, rather, he is him. The Sherlock Holmes of the modern era.

But people who really knew this person would beg to disagree. He may have similarities with the world's most famous detective, but they're all—except for their brand of justice— taken from face value. After all, Holmes was described to be someone who's logical through and through, never letting emotions get the best of this respectable man. But Shinichi? Shinichi has feelings. Compared to his beloved fictional character, Kudo Shinichi is human.

As a human, he naturally have emotions. Emotions such as dread and anger showed when he was drugged by those men in black that unfortunate day. Feelings like panic and fear kicked in whenever he gets in contact with them. Sensing regret and self loathing every time he thinks back to what could have happen if he wasn't so careless?

He was trapped. Trapped by anxiety and paranoia that they'll come after him and those he loved if they ever found out. Trapped in a body of a 6 year old kid who's basically useless in every sense of the word. Trapped in a place where no one, not even Haibara Ai—or Miyano Shiho—can get to, despite being in the same predicament.

But he didn't give up. He couldn't. Giving up meant throwing away everything he's been living for. Letting the evil ones win while he rot and die. Whether as a detective or as a person, he can't let that happen.

So, after a year and a half of careful planning, cunning actions, and mind boggling game of hide and seek, they finally did it. It was hard, but it was worth it.

He got back to his old body and everything has gotten better and better, as they all live happily ever after.

If only it had gone that way.

Even after the final battle, he couldn't sleep. Always on his guard, tension filling his lungs, his body can't even relax. He felt like he's being watched, that Gin and Vodka would come banging at his door, waking him up from a dream. They would traget his parents and the professor, even going as far to kill everyone who made contact with him.

But of course, none of his wild imagination happened. Years went by and as the organization was left behind by those involved, he felt like he was still in the past.

He was suffocating. In the day, he had to always be careful to anyone he converse with, fearing they might be Vermouth in disguise. During the afternoon, he always had to check any unuasualness, dreading Chianti and Korn would shoot him anytime. At night, he wouldn't—couldn't— sleep a wink, ready at any moment the men in black would take away everything he has gained back.

He may be freed from the chains of their crimes, but he's still haunted by the scars so deeply imbedded in his arms he couldn't move on. They might be dead, but he's still being taunted by their malignant ghosts. The black organization was gone, but they took Kudo Shinichi with them to suffer.

But, just as he thought he had reached rock bottom, a hand would appear everytime, holding out to him. At the other side would be an angel, in the form of his most beloved wife, Mouri—now it's Kudo— Ran.

She would hug him, filling his cold world with warmth he didn't know he needed until then. She would whisper sweet things in his ears, making his trembling body stop it's nervous shaking. She would kiss him, giving him the air he'd then realized he lost. She would comfort him, using her presence alone, reminding him he's not alone. That he'll never be alone.

And everytime that would happen, he would always feel like he didn't deserve her. It wasn't a new feeling. Ran was so kind that no one deserved her. But, he was selfish, taking everything away from the woman who loved him too much.

The woman he deceived and lied to for too many times.

The woman who believed in him even when he didn't believed in his own self.

The woman who didn't give up on him even when there was no hope he can grasped on to.

The woman who's kindness got her involved and almost killed.

The woman who stayed for him, when he abandoned his own.

The woman who waited.

And the woman who he loved most in this cruel world.

He'd always whisper into her right ear with a quivering tone, burying his exhausted being in her long chestnut hair, enjoying his—yes his and only his— wife's warmth.

"I don't deserve you."

Then he would feel her smile on his shoulder, giving it a light kiss that still gave a million butterflies in his stomach.

"You're worth it Shinichi. You're always worth it."

She'd reply in that sweet voice of hers, satisfaction and gentleness so painfully clear that Shinichi was always forced to believe it.

He'd always hold her a little closer and a little tighter, confirming that she's real. That she's not dead and that he won't ever lose her.

With that, Kudo Shinichi will live another day, fighting the demons that dragged him down, knowing that an angel will always pull him up.

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Emogust 16.08 — Murphy’s Law

A/N: Everything that could go wrong, will go wrong. Except in this fic everything doesn’t take place at once or in a day, so I don’t know if this qualifies. Idek what I was thinking. If it doesn’t, whooop well- @mintchocolateleaves @sup-poki

Kaito Kid's out to get the Great Detectives of the East and West.

The thing about it was that Conan had always known that Kaito Kid's would go after him sooner or later. It’s bound to happen.

The other thing about it was that Heiji never knew Kaito Kid was going to go after him as well. He hadn’t crossed paths with the said thief that much, so he really didn’t understand why he’s on the list as well. If anything, he was supposed to go after Kid, not the other way round. 

Kaito had been wanting to get rid of Kudo Shinichi, or rather Edogawa Conan, whom he had unluckily encountered more often than he liked to think. Hattori Heiji, on the other hand, was a more like a potential threat. Heiji might not have any grudge against him at the current moment, but who’s to say that he wouldn’t? If he’s going after the Detective of the East, why not go for the Detective of the West too? Those two seemed like they always had each other’s backs. Two birds, one stone. Besides, Kaito had this bugging feeling that Heiji didn’t particularly like him, considering what happened not long ago when he was trying to steal the biggest conch pearl in the world, the Fairy’s Lip.

He briefly thought about assassinating Makoto Kyogoku along with them. The guy was huge and ripped and possibly the most life-threatening, if he’s being honest. But keeping the karate champion alive was probably more beneficial for his sanity, if he’s taking the Suzuki heiress into consideration.

So it was settled.

His plan was to quickly shoot them from the back without them knowing, however tempting it might be for him to strike a conversation and smugly tell them that he’s the winner. Apparently Lady Luck was on their side for the night, because when Kaito pressed the trigger he found out he had no bullets. The timing was just really bad, because that’s the exact moment when his victims turned around and spotted him posing in action, wearing an unreadable face while looking at his handgun in disbelief.

The second time Kaito Kid set his plan in motion, he tried to look like an appropriate villain by dragging the machete (he stole this) along the floor of the rooftop, but it ended up wedged in one of the cracks on the dilapidated tiles. Exactly how old is this museum they’re in? he sighed inwardly. He had a few minutes before the police were supposed to get to the rooftop, so he went ahead and tried to wriggle his machete out. 

“Oi, ya need a hand?” He heard one of them say. He turned to look at them; the darker skinned lad was grinning and inching forward to him, the other tantei just standing there with his hands in his pockets. So he fled.

The two detectives caught onto his plan pretty quickly and mused that Kaito Kid was not much of a threat. Because in fact, there’s always some sort of obstacle with his assassination attempts.

Kaito decided that it’s time for a change of plans. Instead of targeting the both of them when they’re together, it might be easier to work his plan when they’re alone. 

Conan did tell Heiji to be careful, because between the two of them, he knew how to take care of himself better. They both had incredibly bad lucks, attracting dead bodies wherever they go. But the latter had a knack for getting into trouble way more often than he did. If anything, Conan’s not worried about his own safety at all. He didn’t even so much as flinch when he saw Kaito Kid standing at the side of his bed at night one time, gun in hand. Haibara was genuinely scarier, he told Heiji while recounting that time in the hospital when she did the same.

The day Kaito Kid forgot to bring the detonator to the explosives in Heiji’s room, the latter laughed and motioned for former to chat with him. "Ya might as well," he said, "It's 5a.m, no one else is awake, and I have about one and a half hour before I go to Kazuha’s to wake that ahou up."

Kaito did, and he chuckled awkwardly and rubbed his hands on his white pants. "Sure. Besides, I’m totally skipping school today. Be prepared though, next time, you're really going down."

Heiji barked a laugh. “Ya want some tea? My parents drink tea every morning.” He left his room and came back with two cups, offering one to the other boy. 

The thief shrugged. He eyed it suspiciously before taking it over from Heiji’s hand. “Is this poisoned?”

“Isn’t that what you’re out to do?” Heiji’s lips were back in his usual grin.

For someone he very nearly killed (and nearly kissed, but that was one time. ONE TIME, Kaito screamed at himself), Heiji sure was acting very casually as if nothing of that sort ever happened between them. Which spurred a thought into his mind.

"How are things between you and Kazuha-chan?”

Heiji’s cheeks exploded into a blush but he narrowed his eyes at the all-white-clad boy. “Why do you care? And who are you to call her Kazuha-chan?”

Kaito Kid calmly slurped his tea. “Please, I’m a professional. I make it a point to know everything about who I was or will disguise as, and I have to be updated about my victims. Also about Kazuha-chan, I even know her bra size, which I bet you don’t even have access to.”

“YA LITTLE—”

“How many times have you tried to confess?” he interrupted and casually raised one eyebrow.

“I don’t even know anymore,” Heiji groaned somberly. “There’s always something in the goddamn way. Crazy old lawyer lady, zombies, Japan Self-Defense Forces, SWAT team—I wouldn’t even be surprised if the Prime Minister shows up next.”

The other boy was amused and mostly surprised at how similar their situations were. However, he knew that this detective, as impulsive and reckless as he was, will keep trying to make his grand romantic confession no matter how many times he had failed and would probably continue to fail. He cleared his throat. “You know, I’m kind of in the same position right now.”

“Yeah,” Heiji nodded, “I noticed. Kudo and I both did. You’re good at stealing and escaping but not killing. In fact, you’re pretty lame.”

“Speaking of whom, I heard Kudo Shinichi confessed to Ran, who is now his girlfriend, in London and they kind of already had their first kiss. Unless you up your game, Hattori, you’re gonna die a sad virgin without ever confessing to Kazuha-chan.” 

Heiji gave him a glare and growled, “Shut up.”

“Besides, don’t you have anything better to do than going around stealing gems and trying to kill good people like us? Don’t you like, have a girlfriend or something?” asked Heiji incredulously. 

Kaito thought about it for a moment, cherishing the image of Aoko that popped into his mind. He should probably send her a text later to tell her that he’s getting to school late today, if he could get there at all. He knew for sure that it’s impossible for him to get to school all the way from Osaka before the morning bell rings. "She’s just a childhood friend," he said.

“Uhuh,” Heiji mocked in a singsongy tone, “That’s what we all said.”

Φ

The bell rang just a few minutes ago. Conan was on his way out of his school building when he saw a large shadow next to him and looked up just in time to see a piano fall and crash into the ground next to him.

"Tantei-san?" someone from above called, and Conan didn’t even need to look to see who was responsible for the death of their school’s piano. Hattori had told him about Kaito Kid’s nice little visit to his bedroom. To think that he would go all the way to Osaka before the sun was even up, Kid was really determined to do this, Conan thought. 

He used his hand to protect his eyes from the sunlight as he peered up into the fourth story window with half-moon eyes.

“And… you’re still alive.” Kaito Kid murmured. 

Conan set his backpack down on the grass and brushed some wooden chips off of his pants.

Kaito Kid sighed. "Oh, well. I should probably let you go home. Actually I had a back-up plan this time. If the piano missed you, I would go ahead and shoot you with my rifle. I left it at home though.”

"That's comforting to know," Conan called back. "Well, Hattori is coming to visit this afternoon."

There's a slight pause—Kaito Kid’s head and hat disappeared into the window and Conan waited patiently until a boy (who looked a lot like himself, Conan noted) walked out of the building. He's wearing a midnight blue gakuran, and Conan realized that Kaito Kid was either a high school student, or wanted to look like one. 

“Can’t walk around in my costume. But you sure this is a good idea?” Kaito asked as he stopped in front of the grade schooler.

"Probably not. But then again, neither is stealing, killing people, and destroying a perfectly good piano. Besides, Hattori said you’re not that bad of a person." 

"A perfectly good piano? It was out of tune.” came Kaito’s reply to defend himself.

Conan did not want to disclose the fact that many people might have accused him of being tone deaf.

Φ

The next time Kaito Kid tried was a week later when Conan was visiting Osaka. Both he and Heiji were taking the elevator to get to the seventh floor of the Osakan Police Headquarters building when the elevator jerked to a stop.

The elevator shook and the shockwave threw them to the ground, leaving them bewildered, except then the hatch at the top of the elevator opened, and someone in a white attire and familiar white cap jumped down. 

Kaito Kid stood up and cracked his neck before turning around to face two  detectives (looking relieved) sprawled on the floor of the elevator. He groaned. “Why do you guys just refuse to die, every single time. I cut off the cable wire, so the elevator fell and crashed at the bottom. I thought you were going down for sure."

"We were on the first floor."

Kaito Kid shrugged. "Okay. There's always next time."

"Guess so," Heiji agreed. A couple of seconds passed before Conan deadpanned, "We're stuck here, aren't we?"

"Yeah." Kaito Kid grinned. "The electricity is cut off, so you'll have to wait until they realize the elevators aren't working. See you next time, lads!"

“Oi, Kid.” Heiji called after him, just as his hands reached the top part of the elevator to leave. “Are you in a rush to go somewhere?”

Φ

Later that night in Heiji’s bedroom, while both of them were trying to sleep, they were rudely disturbed by a loud buzzing noise. They sat up to see Kaito Kid in the corner of the room, trying to get a weird-looking machine (presumably to assassinate us, Conan sighed) to work.

“Do you even know what time it is?” Heiji seethed.

"What I know is that now is the perfect time, but this damn thing..." mumbled Kid as he tried to get it to function properly, but it made several low groans and stopped working altogether.

Conan wondered whether it’s okay to laugh, and he snickered. “Hopeless, aren’t you?”

“Another day it is.” 

"I think we're getting too casual about this." Conan pointed out.

Heiji yawned and stretched, then switched the lights on. “All right who’s up for a sleepover?” P.S. I love these boys to death and I just want them to have normal teenage boy conversations and do teenage boy shit