#DCMK fanfic

[wormwoodwine]

Why Gin never lets Vermouth drive?

Gin: I told you to drive my car, not fly my car!

Vermouth: It’s not my fault you can’t handle a little speed.

Gin: A little speed? My car was airborne. It’s the definition of flying.

From chapter 23 of Vineyard.

This is a reference to Vermouth's underrated driving skill.

From Detective Conan - Episode One - The Great Detective Turned Small.

Also, birds of a feather flock together. Here is Yukiko in an almost identical situation.

From Detective Conan Episode 335.

Both Vermouth and Yukiko utilize traffic signals to shirk their pursuers. Let's say there is a reason why they get along so well.

#ginvermouth #vermouth #gin #ao3fic #fanfic #vineyard #fanfiction.net #dcmk #dcmk fanfic #yukiko kudo #detco #detective conan #meitantei conan

[fordoggo]

"Kudo is stupid. That idiot's quick to tell ya about the whole wiki and he can't even tell if his own girlfriend is into him." He talked animatedly, giving a labored sigh.

Kazuha hummed before grabbing a napkin from her side this time and wiping the edges of Heiji's lips, removing the remains of food before placing it to the side. It was an unconscious behavior.

Heiji leaned but he was too preoccupied with ranting.

"Ran-chan too. She's too sweet but sometimes I wish she would smack her boyfriend in the face! That ought to teach him a lesson, not to lie to her again!" Kazuha made a motion of punching.

Heiji chuckled along.

"I would pay to see that."

Since they were finished eating, they had stood up and before the girl could fetch out her wallet. Heiji was already in front of her and paying. It made her flush and her heart was beating much faster.

He then looked over his shoulder.

"Let's go, they're probably in a mess right now huh?"

Out of instinct, he grabbed hold of her hand and dragged her outside. In any other day, Kazuha wouldn't find it odd but she was starting to realize something.

When has....Heiji done this?

She'd remember him doing this on a few occasions but nowadays, it felt normal. He was holding her hand as if it was no big deal. He was holding her hand as if it was normal. He was holding her hand as if they had done this before- which they had but this time, it felt different. He was intertwining their fingers even when there was no danger.

He was holding her hand out of his own will.

Kazuha caught heat on her face and her words seemed to clog on her throat. Her stomach was emitting butterflies and she couldn't stop a smile from forming.

Then she felt a sounding vibration from her purse, she frowned, letting go of their hands so she could answer her cellphone.

"It's Ran-chan" She announces.

Heiji went to her side, leaning his chin to her shoulder. Hovering but not touching and nervousness settled in her.

"Why don't ya answer it?" His voice brought her back to her senses.

"Maido? Ran-chan?" Kazuha pressed the speaker button then.

"Ah Kazuha-chan! Gomen, I called but a murder has happened outside the Agency" Ran stated and there was shuffling from her background.

"Oi Ran-"

"And I don't think Shinichi can solve it. Can you call your boyfriend?" Ran seemed to be busy and from the sounds being made on the other line. She seemed to be keeping the phone away from someone. Mostly likely from Shinichi.

Kazuha however, brightened. She looked over to her left, hoping that Heiji wouldn't catch on.

He didn't. Instead, he had a confused face before he suddenly looked ticked off.

"I can solve-"

Shinichi's voice was getting louder and they heard a door bang. Ran then spoke, ever-so-sweet.

"You'll be here in a few minutes? Great! See you then. Thank you Kazuha-chan!" Ran ended the call and beeping emitted from Osakan's gadget.

Kazuha chuckled nervously.

"I guess we should...get going?"

She sounded meek and nervous. The blush on her face wouldn't stop and she grimaced when she saw how her best friend's face looked a bit mad.

Ran-chan called Heiji my boyfriend.....!

She was about to turn around, his motorcycle was just behind and a few more steps was all it took.

He grabbed her arm though and she had to doubletake the glare that he sent her. His eyebrow was twitching in annoyance and his mouth was in straight line. His dark blue eyes seemed to be lost in thought and it was a mix between confusion and agitation.

"Kazuha" He said slowly. "When did you get a boyfriend?"

What?

She stared at him for a second. His words not registering and then she blinked. Her still-flush face now morphing into realization.

He's a real damn ahou

"A-ahou! I don't have a boyfriend"

He rose one eyebrow, still holding her arm.

"Nee-chan said to bring your damn boyfriend, didn't she? She ought to be lyin' then?"

His tone went dangerously low and Kazuha flushed once again in scarlet.

And when he was starting to doubt Ran's words. She shook her head, she couldn't let him be angry at her friend.

"Ahou! She meant you!"

"H-ha?"

If she wasn't blushing as red as a tomato, she would have laughed at his baffled expression. From his surprise, he let her go.

He was still dumbfounded. Kazuha was about to say something that would hopefully make this conversation less awkward but he was opening his mouth.

"Boyfriend?" He muttered. "But I haven't confessed to ya yet!"

Heiji tilted his head in pure confusion, not looking at her, but at the ground with his hand grabbing his chin.

Her eyes widened and her mouth hung open.

A second later, he seemed to realize what he has said and he froze. He paled, visibly. He grimaced and then looked up to meet her reaction.

She still looked shocked. He felt horrified and he just stopped breathing. A few seconds passed by and the tension was thick and the silence was loud. Seeing that she was not going to respond or rather- she could not respond at all.

He gulped.

Then he flushed.

Grinning sheepishly, he rubbed the back of his neck, looking at her shyly.

"I like ya Kazuha...?"

"Oh my god. Tell me that didn't happen!" The young lad looked ready to pass out from his fits of laughter. He slapped a hand to the table.

The Osakan detective wouldn't meet his gaze. The great red covering his face and he hid his expression with both of his hands.

"It did happen!" Shinichi seemed like he wouldn't stop laughing anytime soon.

"Ya ya! Laugh it out, would ya?"

Heiji sunk in embarassment in his seat.

"Hattori. That was the literally worst place to confess!" Shinichi once again reminded what the latter had already replayed for the last few hours.

"I mean- outside? Near the trash? In the parking lot?" He exclaimed, trying not to combust with laughter.

"I know Kudo! I know!" Heiji scowled but his face was getting redder by every second.

The people in the restaurant glanced at them in concern. A few waiters had dropped by, asking if the Osakan boy was okay, seeing as he was redder than anything that they had seen before. After that even more embarassing ecounter to which Kudo could not stop grinning.

"And I solved the case which Ran said I could not-" Kudo said pointedly. "You gotta thank me for solving the murder otherwise your confession would have been filled with even more horrible-ness. Which should be a word, a perfect word to describe your whole fiasco...!"

Heiji's eyebrow twitched in annoyance.

"Atleast I didn't get ignored unlike you and Nee-chan eh? And unlike ya, I got my answer right away!" Heiji retorted.

It was damn satisfying watching Kudo spit out his drink.

Heiji smirked when the other glared at him, his cheeks flushing in embarassment and frustration.

"Don't get me started on her silent treatment" Shinichi coughed out. "She nearly made me announce my feelings to the whole nation!"

Heiji laughed evilly. Oh it was good. They both had their fair share of love troubles.

"Shinichi...." A warning tone came from behind.

The said boy froze, turning around, he met his girlfriend's awaiting stare. He squeaked.

Heiji watched the two but he felt a presence beside him. The culprit wrapped herself around him, clinging unto his arm and her chin resting comfortably on his shoulder.

She sighed in content.

Heiji felt a full blown flush now. Whatever redness he had experienced ago, had come back and it was vibrant than ever.

Kazuha smiled up at him.

"Now this is my boyfriend" 

For more dcmk oneshots

#dcmk #shinichi and ran #ran mouri #shinichi kudo #shinran #case closed #dcmk fanfic #hattori heiji #kazuhei #kazuha toyama #heiji and shinichi #heizuha #detective conan #ran and kazuha

[your-average-genshin-enjoyer]

Hello! 💕

Can I request the Detective Conan fluffy headcanons about Fluff relationship with their shy!female!reader for Shinichi Kudo, Kaito Kuroba/Kaito Kid and Heiji Hattori (separately)? Hint#1: She knows Conan is Shinichi Kudo. Hint#2: She knows Kaito Kid is Kaito Kuroba and she helps him in Kaito Kid situations. Please??

- D c m k boys headcanons

with Shy!Fem!reader -

CHARACTERS: Kudo Shinichi, Hattori Heiji and Kuroba Kaito x reader (separately)

WARNINGS: May be OOC(out of character), can be sort of off topic, could have a little spoilers for Detective Conan/Magic Kaito.

A/n: Sorry if this was not really that good TvT I never really written headcanons in the past so this is sort of my first attempt at it, also I might've write shy in a not really accurate way so, sorry if I do write it like that qwq

- S h i n i c h i K u d o -

- He sometimes was the one who do the talking for you if you two we're in public, he knows you talk just fine, but he'll do it when he sees/figure out you we're not feeling like talking at the moment, whether as Conan or Shinichi.

- He likes it when you hold his hand/sleeve when you're nervous, since in his perspective, it shows that you trust him enough to come to him for reassurance. But if he's in Conan form, most of the time he's the one who initiate the hand holding first, bcs of the height difference you two have. And also bcs sometimes you're too shy to ask if you can hold his hand.

- If he was back to Shinichi for a certain time, and he was not busy at the moment, he wants to smother you with hugs and cuddles. But he'll be debating with himself on whether to do it or not since he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. Either way it always ends with you two snuggling up in his house, or reading a book together in his library, basking in each other's presence.

- When he knows what is your favorite subject, he'll bring that up almost any time so that he can see you rambling abt it. He loves how passionate and free you look when speaking abt it. When you realize you just rambled for a while to him, and you start spilling apologies after apologies, he'll sometime respond to it with something like

"Hey, it's fine relax. I already rambled about cases and Sherlock Holmes to you all the time, so we're even here."

-When you and Shinichi go out, and have an argument like how you kept insisting on paying the bill, he already knows how to win/end the argument right away. But he sometime stretch it up so that it'll go for a while, since he likes to see you all flustered, struggling to come up with an argument against his point.

- H e i j i H a t t o r i -

- Similar to Shinichi, Heiji will also do the talking for you. Though he will ask you if you want him to do the talking or not since he doesn't want to assume things.

- He knows Osaka like the back of his hand, and combined by the things he learn abt you overtime, he will be the perfect person to go to if you're bored. He knows your preferences on places, like how you prefer places that are less crowded, and he is more than happy to take you out to refresh with his motorcycle when he's free.

- When he has a Kendo tournament, he never forgets to ask you if you want to go see it. And if you agree to his idea, he will wave towards your direction if he wins the tournament, which sometime gets some people looking at your directions, making it a happy yet awkward situation.

- He buys you a matching hat like the one he wears, and whenever you get too embarrassed to face him, you have a habit of pulling the hat down to cover your face and spilling apologies to him. And bcs of this, he also has a habit of pulling the hat away, and then flicking your forehead(not too hard) while telling you something like

"You idiot, You've done nothing wrong here, so no need to be all embarrassed about it, okay?"

- This is pretty random, but I feel like if you we're being all blushy and flustered because of him, he'll also boop your nose or ruffle your hair to snap you out of your flustered trance, another reason he did it is because he just can't resist how adorable you're being.

- K a i t o K u r o b a -

- Will tease/flirt with you unpredictably, but won't go overboard with it. He just think it's adorable when you're caught off guard, all flustered and struggling to come up with an answer.

- He sometime does this thing where he shows you a magic trick, and when you're all impressed and flabbergasted, he revealed the trick behind it. The tricks he use are often pretty simple so he'll tease you by saying you're dumb for not figuring it out, so that he can see your little flushed face.

- If you do something out of your usual shy character in the relationship, like kissing him out of the blue, or hugging him without asking, he will say something like

"Oh? Is my dear Y/n chan started getting bolder recently?~"

And will never stop teasing you abt it for the whole day. But deep down, he's actually melting from how cute your attempts on giving him affection is.

- When you asked him if you can help with his Kaito Kid business, he won't allow you to help him when he's in action, since he doesn't want to drag you to danger. Usually you'll help with something less dangerous like preparing his costume and things behind the scenes, or taking care of him if he's injured.

- You two have a soft-serious moment when you we're tending to his wounds, you're worried for his condition and usually lightly scolds him for his reckless actions. But he always manage to remove the seriousness in the air by pecking you at the lips so that's you'll get flustered, or just messing with you in general.

#Dcmk x reader #Kudo Shinichi x reader #Hattori Heiji x reader #Kuroba Kaito x reader #Detective Conan x reader #Dcmk fanfic #Detective conan fanfic

[dior-elkie]

Crimson Petals

written by @dior-elkie and @kiremrem

Heiji Hattori and Shinichi Kudo were inseparable best friends. They shared everything—adventures, mysteries, and a passion for solving crimes that brought them closer each day. But little did Heiji know that his heart harboured feelings for Shinichi that he couldn't bear to confront.

Despite their strong bond, Heiji sensed something unspoken between Shinichi and the phantom thief, Kaito Kid. Their interactions were filled with hidden glances and unspoken words that only he seemed to notice. As days passed, his unrequited love for Shinichi deepened, becoming a weight he found difficult to bear.

He tried to distance himself, thinking it would ease the pain in his heart. But the more he pulled himself apart, the stronger his feelings tugged at him. No matter how hard he tried to ignore it, his emotions just wouldn't cooperate. He hoped some distance might lessen the intensity, yet it only seemed to light the fire within him but he couldn't shake off those growing feelings, no matter how much he wished otherwise.

One afternoon, while he was solving a murder case in his home, he took a quick break from thinking. He couldn't quite understand this case.

"If only Kudo was here," Hattori said to, particularly, no one. 

Just as he took a deep breath, a sudden fit of coughing seized him. He doubled over, a handkerchief pressed against his lips as he coughed up small, crimson petals. Panic surged through him, a mixture of confusion and fear gripping his heart.

Gasping for air, Heiji staggered backward, his mind racing to comprehend what was happening. The pain in his chest intensified with each cough, the sensation was like sharp thorns digging into his lungs.

“What.. What is this?..” He managed to say.

He struggled to reach his computer, then opened it to search for information on whatever this was.

He finally found it and when he read through it, he couldn’t believe his eyes.

“Is this for real?..” 

The search results showed that what was happening to him is called the ‘Hanahaki Disease’. This is a disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided attraction. It ends when the beloved returns their feelings (romantic love only), or when the victim dies. It can be cured through surgical removal, but when the infection is removed, the victim's romantic feelings and their memories of that specific person / people also disappear.

“Then is there a meaning to those flowers too?” He seriously asked himself. He gathered all the petals and deduced that there were only four types of flowers.

“I have to figure out the names of these flowers first..” He stood up and changed his clothes. He hurriedly went to a flower shop.

“Hello, welcome to Hanafuku ! How may I help you?” The florist approached Heiji who was panting.

Hanafuku is an actual flower shop in Osaka

When he stopped panting, he opened his left hand to show the lady the petals.

“I want to know what flowers these are.” 

The lady was surprised at this request but immediately regained her composure. “Follow me please.” She led him to the cashier and asked him to put the petals on her hand and so he did.

“Please wait one moment. If you want, you can sit over there.” The lady politely points at the couch near the shop’s entrance.

“Alright. Thank you, ma’am.” He bowed to the florist, then walked over to the couch and sat down.

A few minutes later he was called. He immediately walked up to the cashier.

"Sir, these flowers—Aster, Chrysanthemum, Daisy, and Camellia—are their names," she said, pointing to each one as she mentioned it. “Do you want me to tell you what each of them means?”

“Yes, please.”

“Aster represents love and daintiness, while Pink Camellia expresses a longing for someone. Daisy symbolizes innocence and loyal love, often paired with a sense of secrecy or it’s like saying *I’ll never tell*. Red Chrysanthemum conveys a direct message of I love you. Despite their unique meanings, all these flowers signify emotions associated with love, affection, and sometimes longing or desire.”

The man listened intently, absorbing the significance behind each flower. As the florist finished her explanation, he nodded, appreciating the depth of meaning woven into the blooms he had coughed up.

“Thank you for sharing that.” He said with a gentle smile, “Those meanings are truly beautiful.” He reached into his pocket and handed her some money.

“Don’t worry, sir. I won’t be needing that.” The lady said as she refused to receive the money from Heiji.

“Why? You should take this because you took your time in figuring out what kind of flowers they are and what their meaning is. I should definitely pay you with something.”

“Since you insist so much, good sir. How about this? If you can survive that disease, come back here. This is how you can pay me.”

Heiji was surprised by what she said. “Wait, how did you know I have a disease?”

“Anyone who enters while clutching petals is usually suffering from the so-called Hanahaki Disease. I’ve grown quite accustomed to this scenario. So to pay me, you just have to come here after you get cured of this disease.”

"Alright, thank you," he said, bowing as he headed to the door. Before he could leave, he heard the lady say, "Please, come back again."

As weeks passed, Heiji's condition deteriorated, marked by frequent coughing fits, letting out petals with blood. Despite the pain, he hid his suffering, pushing harder in investigations with Shinichi and sometimes Hakuba, masking the turmoil within. His forced smiles and strained laughter concealed the unspoken anguish.

Shinichi remained oblivious to Heiji's declining health, engrossed in cases. Heiji concealed his coughing fits, seeking solitude when the pain became unbearable. Tears mixed with the petals stained his hands, his unconfessed love causing unbearable agony.

In silence, Heiji endured, unwilling to disrupt their friendship. Despite his efforts, traces of blood on his handkerchief and weakening health revealed his struggle. He carried the burden alone, torn between confessing and preserving their bond, the blossoming flowers threatening to overwhelm him.

One day, Kazuha, Hattori’s childhood best friend, went to his house to visit him. She had been so worried because he hadn’t been answering their texts and calls. It seemed to her that he was distancing himself.

She heard a very painful cough and hurried to the source of the sound.

"Heiji, what's wrong?" Kazuha's voice trembled with concern as he rushed over to help him.

"It's nothing, Kazuha, just a cough," Heiji attempted to brush it off, but the petals gave away the severity of his condition.

"Don't lie to me, Heiji. I know something's not right," Kazuha insisted, her eyes filling with worry.

Taking a deep breath, Heiji confessed, "I have the hanahaki disease. I have feelings for someone, but it's unrequited."

Kazuha's heart sank. "Have you told them?"

Heiji shook his head, "I can't. They love someone else."

Tears filled Kazuha's eyes as she embraced Heiji tightly. "You can't face this alone. I'll help you through this, Heiji."

He returned her hug, finally letting go of the pain and agony he had been carrying for the past few weeks.

~~

Timeskip to a case without Shinichi alongside him. The only people he knew there were the police investigator, Kazuha and… Hakuba.

After the case was solved, he felt like he was going to throw up. He covered his mouth and went to Kazuha.

“What’s wrong, Heiji?”

They communicated with their eyes. Kazuha worriedly looked at him and said: “Let me accompany you.” Heiji nodded as she led him to the nearest bathroom.

Hakuba was looking at them suspiciously so he decided to follow them.

With Kazuha and Heiji, they arrived at the comfort room and Heiji immediately threw up on the sink.

“Let it all out.” Kazuha said as she patted his back.

After he finished throwing up, the door suddenly opened. They were both startled as Hakuba walked in.

“You have the Hanahaki Disease? Hm, that’s why you were looking so suspicious the whole day.”

It remained quiet. Hakuba sighed and looked at Heiji seriously.

“Who is it?”

For the first time Heiji spoke, answering him.

“Kudo.”

“If you don’t mind me asking.. How did you fall in love with him?”

“Hakuba-kun!” Kazuha yelled and turned to her best friend, “You don’t have to tell him.”

Without looking at her, he shooked his head. “It’s alright, Kazuha.”

“I admired him. I saw him as a potential rival. He was my best friend . It was supposed to stay that way, I never thought that these feelings of mine would grow and develop into something else.” He paused for a second before continuing, “Romance. Such a dangerous yet sweet game. One that is hard to decipher. One that is hard to control. Even the best detective might have a hard time solving such a mystery. To solve and give a solution.”

"It sounds like you've gone through quite an emotional journey. Sometimes, feelings evolve unexpectedly, and navigating the complexities of romance can indeed be challenging. It seems like you're grappling with conflicting emotions and uncertainties about the nature of your relationship.” Hakuba said and the other just nodded. “So why not get surgery?”

“A surgery? Why would he get one? How is it connected to Hanahaki Disease?” Kazuha asked the blonde.

“Oh? You don’t know, Kazuha-san?” Hakuba turned to face the girl. “Getting surgery is one of the cures of this odd disease.”

“Wait, really?!” She turned to face Heiji and grabbed his left arm. “You should definitely get one, please! I don’t want you to die.”

“I’m sorry. But I’ve decided to let the flowers take over me.”

“What?! Are you an idiot, Heiji?!”

“It might be because when the flowers are removed, the victim's romantic feelings and their memories of that person also disappear.”

“Wh-what?”

“That’s exactly the reason. I’m sorry, Kazuha.”

“Think about it again, Hei." Her eyes were starting to get watery.

“Listen to her, Hattori. I know we’re not really that close. But I don’t wish for you to die because of these feelings of yours.” Hakuba crossed his arms. Heiji smiled.

‘Oh, how am I so lucky to have them as my friends? But unfortunately, my decision is fixed.’ He thought.

"I have thought about it since that day. Since I fell. Since I found out I have Hanahaki Disease. I wondered if I would ever get over this crush of mine for Kudo. I wondered if I should fall for someone else just so I can get rid of this disease. But I decided to not do it because I love Shinichi with all my heart, figuratively and literally." He chuckled and continued talking. "I wouldn't want to forget my love for him. I would especially not want to completely forget about him. Like, just because I need to get rid of this? It isn't really worth it. My memories of Shinichi and Shinichi, himself, are the most important."

After Heiji finished speaking, Kazuha hugged him and cried while the former patted her head.

Suddenly, Hakuba spoke.

“Do you mind?”

“What?” Heiji asked with a confused look on his face. His question was answered when the other opened his arms wide. Heiji laughed at the action and said, “Come here, Hakuba.”

The three hugged while comforting one another (mainly Kazuha).

~~

Hakuba had gathered the courage to confront Shinichi about Hattori's feelings. However, upon arriving, a bittersweet scene unfolded before his eyes.

Through the window, Hakuba witnessed Shinichi standing close to Kuroba, their gazes filled with an unspoken tenderness that spoke volumes. The way Shinichi looked at Kaito was unmistakably that of someone smitten, and deeply in love.

A pang of sadness and realization struck Hakuba. He understood at that moment that Shinichi's heart belonged to Kaito, and any attempt to intervene would only cause more heartache. With a heavy sigh, Hakuba murmured softly to himself, "Oh. I can’t save you after all…" The ache in his heart was evident as he whispered, "Hattori…"

Knowing he couldn't interfere or change the course of unrequited love, Hakuba silently turned away, leaving without confronting Shinichi. He carried with him the weight of unspoken truths and unfulfilled hopes, feeling the pain of Hattori's unreciprocated feelings for Shinichi. With a heavy heart, he left.

~~

Kazuha approached Heiji with the intention of discussing his situation once more.

“Heiji? Can I talk to you for a moment?”

“Oh? Sure, Kazuha. What is it?”

“How do I say this… I love you so much, platonically. You know that, right? I’ll always remember you. Even though I don’t approve of your reasoning, I can’t really stop you now, right? You’ve always been a hard-headed guy. Once you decide on something, you’ll absolutely push through it even if it may cause you harm.” She paused and reached for his arms, gripping them tightly. Heiji continued to stare at her, his worry evident in his expression. “But is it selfish of me to force you to get surgery? I don’t want you to die. I’ve always seen you as a sibling, and I just… I don’t think I can live without you.”

“Kazuha… I— ”

“I know, just… Please let me have this.” She let go of his arms and hugged him. “I don’t want to let you go.”

“I’ll be here with you when I die,” she sniffed, “I promise.” He said as he hugged her back, patting her head to calm her down.

Kazuha held onto Heiji tightly, feeling the weight of his words sinking in. She knew he was full of determination, a trait she admired but feared in this situation. As they stood there, embracing each other, silence enveloped them. Heiji's promise echoed in her mind. A bittersweet reassurance that offered comfort and heartache at the same time.

After a while, they slowly released their embrace, both trying to compose themselves. Kazuha looked up at Heiji, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Thank you for understanding," she said softly

Heiji gently wiped away a tear from her cheek.

"I'll cherish every moment, Kazuha. And I'll make sure we have some unforgettable memories together."

With a faint smile, she nodded, trying to muster some courage.

"I'll support your decision, Heiji, even if it's hard for me. Just promise me one thing?"

Heiji nodded, his gaze fixed on hers, as he silently urged her to continue.

"Promise me you'll take care of yourself until... until the end," Kazuha said, her voice quivering.

Heiji nodded solemnly. "I promise, Kazuha."

They shared a sad look, knowing things wouldn't be easy. Kazuha turned away, trying to hide her tears as she walked off. Leaving Hattori behind, feeling heavy-hearted as he watched her leave.

~~

Weeks turned into months, Heiji’s pain increased. Each passing day seemed to be a countdown to an uncertain finale.

One fateful evening while he was engrossed in reading a book on his bed, he suddenly felt an awful pain in his chest. He then sat up and he was startled when he threw up two whole flowers.

“What is this..?” He gently held the flowers in his hand and that’s when he realized, “Oh, my end is near, isn’t it? I can’t believe I have no one with me when I die.”

He sighed in relief, “Thank goodness, I guess?”

Just then, there was a knock on his door.

“Oh, how can I open the door in this state?” But despite feeling unwell, he managed to open it.

To his surprise, Shinichi and Kuroba were there.

‘Fuck.’

“W-what are you doing here?” Heiji asked, feeling the flowers rising in his throat again.

“What? I can’t visit my best friend?” Shinichi lightly slapped the other’s arm.

“No, I mean– “ He choked as he didn't know what to say. 

His best friend whom he has a crush on and the reason he is suffering just visited him with him.

At this point, he had a vague idea why Shinichi visited him along with Kuroba.

“Relax, Hattori. I’m just here to introduce my boyfriend.”

“Kuroba Kaito, nice to meet you. Shinichi has been telling me all about you.”

‘Oh. So they finally got together huh..’

He knew they weren't meant to be. He knew they had no chance together. He knew but still… 

The sight of his best friend with his boyfriend hurts him more than anything. More than a thousand needles. More than this pain he is experiencing. 

It hurts even more than this damned Hanahaki Disease.

“Can we come in?” 

Shinichi’s voice echoed through his ears, snapping him from his train of thoughts.

‘Oh shit.’

“Uh sorry no. Um, I'm actually waiting for Hakuba.” Heiji hated how he lied to his best friend but this is for the best.

“Oh?” They both raised their eyebrows. “You have a date with him?” Shinichi said with an obvious hint of amusement.

Heiji sighed, “It’s not like that. We just have something to talk about.”

“Sure, sure.” Shinichi smiled and Kaito chuckled.

Heiji almost coughed out petals if it weren’t for his self control.

“Well, enjoy your date then. We’ll be on our way.” Shinichi winked at him as he proceeded to grab Kaito’s waist as they walked away.

Heiji closed the door and immediately coughed out a bunch of petals, similar to the two flowers he last threw up.

His heart ached. 

That should've been him. The person next to Shinichi. That should've been him. The one Shinichi holds dear. That should've been him. The one that Shinichi would call “his”. That should've been him.

That could've been them.

“Fuck. I swear the world hates me so much. This wasn’t the last conversation I wished to have.”

But fate doesn't work that way.

They weren't soulmates.

They weren't star crossed lovers.

They weren't “meant-to-be”.

It wasn't supposed to be Shinichi and Heiji.

It was Shinichi and Kaito.

Slowly, he went to his room and coughed up even more petals. He could feel the flower roots reaching his lungs, making it harder for him to breathe.

‘icantbreatheicantbreatheicantbreatheicantbreathe’

“Is this really the end?” He sobbed.

His sobs got quieter and quieter as he also slowly stopped breathing.

Fate didn't let them meet to be together.

Fate let them meet to be just friends.

His last words were: “I love you, Shinichi. Please don’t forget me.” He said as he coughed out two whole flowers. A forget-me-not and a sweet pea*.

Ultimately, from the very beginning to Heiji’s end, they could only be friends.

Forget-me-not : true love memories, do not forget me Sweet pea : blissful pleasures, goodbye, thank you for a lovely time

#dcmk #hattori heiji #shinichi kudo #kaito kuroba #hakuba saguru #kazuha toyama #kaishin #heishin one-sided #hanahaki au #heiji hattori au #hattori has hanahaki for shinichi #post conan #post kaito kid #they're like 25 years old #detective conan #au fanfiction #this is the main story #side stories and alternates will be posted soon! #dcmk fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #heiji hattori #kudo shinichi

[lucalsifer]

I’m trying to find a fanfiction that I read som time ago, I’d be happy if someone could help me.

It’s a Detective Conan fanfiction which was set after Shinichi got his body back (tho im not sure if the whole Conan fiasco happened or not in the story) and he somehow ends up pretending to be KID in a heist as Kaito is not available for some reason. Later Shinichi finds out that his father was also some kindo of phanthom thief or something similar and either worked together or were friendly rivals whith the first Kaito KID and Shinichi the takes up his fathers mantle as that other thief. The story might have been a Kaishin (kaito x Shinichiro) story but I have no definite memory of that.

I also dearly hope that I am not mixing up multiple stories into one bundle in my head and its actually just one fanfiction. And also if I remember correctly the fic was in fanfiction.net but im not hundred percent sure of that either.

Also heres a Kaito fanart watercolor painting I made!

#detective conan #magic kaito #dcmk fic #dcmk fanfic #dcmk fanart #fanfic #kaishin

[ueyyuey]

Putting this here because I want to hehehehe >w<

Happy belated birthday, Isa🥳

Summary:

"It's about these few days," He said while putting down his fork and spoon and slowly standing up. Shinichi just watched him and waited patiently with a smile that silently told Kaito to continue because his mask couldn't cover his nervousness anymore.

"I was–," a painful gasp was let out by Kaito suddenly, cutting his sentence. Shinichi instantly by his side, holding the magician's shoulder to support him while Kaito clenched his chest and groaned loudly.

#dcmk #detective conan #magic kaito #kudo shinichi #kuroba kaito #kaitou kid #edogawa conan #kaishin #uystuff #fanfic #dcmk fanfic

[archester-creations]

one man’s lap is another man’s home

"Can I?" Shinichi gestures to Kaito's lap and Kaito finds himself agreeing before he can even register what he's doing. The detective just looks so tired. There are dark circles under his eyes and with the way he's swaying he's bound to fall over if he remains standing. Kaito tucks his feet under himself and pats his lap. The grateful smile Shinichi gives him is tired and warm. It's a little ridiculous. No smile that tired should be that bright.

They haven't even exchanged names yet, but Shinichi just settles next to him before he carefully flops over, head landing in the middle of Kaito's lap. Kaito leans back against the tree he is sitting under. A second passes and Kaito reaches out, running his fingers through Shinichi's hair. It's soft. Shinichi's eyes close as Kaito scratches lightly at his scalp. "Do you usually use stranger's laps for pillows?" Kaito asks quietly. Shinichi presses his face into the soft of Kaito's stomach, his nose tickling him just slightly. It makes his abdominal muscles bunch to get away from the feeling but Kaito doesn't move. "You're not a stranger." Kaito stiffens, but he doesn't stop running fingers through Shinichi's hair. His finger catches on a knot and he gently tugs until the knot unravels. "What do you mean by that?" With a sound of discontent, Shinichi turns his head so he can look up at Kaito. When he opens his eyes there's annoyance in the sapphire. "How dumb do you think I am, KID?" For a moment, Kaito gapes. Just a moment. It's apparently long enough for Shinichi, who rolls his eyes with a huff and proceeds to press his face against Kaito again, scrunching up his nose against Kaito's stomach no doubt just to tickle him. Kaito squirms. "Stop that," he protests quietly and Shinichi settles after one last nose wiggle. In retaliation, Kaito pulls at a lock of Shinichi's hair. Shinichi winces but doesn't move past that and Kaito goes back to carding his fingers through his hair. "I don't, I just never expected our first meeting to go like this." "'M tired," Shinichi mumbles against the fabric of his shirt and Kaito smiles at the muffled quality. "That's what you get for sticking your nose into every murder you cross paths with," Kaito teases. Shinichi's teeth nip at the fabric of his shirt, getting just the barest hint of skin under it, more annoyed by that than at the perceived slight to his ability to recognize KID. "I can't just ignore them." "I know," Kaito soothes, scratching at Shinichi's scalp again with his nails until Shinichi releases a shuddering breath and his body goes lax. "Rest, detective." The huff Shinichi gives brushes air against the new wet spot on Kaito's shirt, but Shinichi listens. An arm wraps around Kaito and a finger hooks into a belt loop at his back in a half embrace. Barely a minute passes before soft snores come from Shinichi. Kaito closes his eyes and lets himself drift, fingers absently playing with Shinichi's hair as the boy sleeps.

#dcmk #kaishin #kuroba kaito #kudou shinichi #shinichi kudou #kaito kuroba #magic kaito #detective conan #fluff #dcmk fanfic #writings

[lupizora]

Title: ghosts of the past (keep coming back for us)

Genre: Supernatural/Horror-ish | [Canon Divergence]

Pairing: None

Rating: T (tw: Temporary Character Death. Guns/Gun Violence)

Word Count: 5,738

Summary: Kaito learns, in the most unexpected way, that the Great Detective’s death curse is more literal than anyone had expected.

The sky was bright blue with no cloud in sight. It was the kind of vibrant turquoise someone would notice if they looked up on a dry sunny day. A color so vast and so endless that it engulfed the horizon with its magnitude.

Frankly, it hurt.

Kaito's eyes couldn't stray from the sight though, even if it swallowed him whole.

He took a shuddering breath. The air was crisp, clean, and light enough to make his head spin a little. As if he was once again on his trusty hang glider, soaring over the expectant crowd after a KID heist.

But Kaito wasn't flying.

He was standing on top of an equally unending… lake? That sounded safe enough. Any other implied huge body of water swiftly left his mind. It wasn’t the time nor the place to worry about such a thing. The surface below his feet reflected the sky like a mirror, leaving nothing to indicate its depth. If something were lurking underneath, waiting to attack, he'd be none the wiser. He shivered at the thought.

“For someone who has conquered the skies, it’s surprising how much you hate the sea.”

“It’s not the sea I dislike. Just the scally things swimming in it,” Kaito automatically replied before the bizarreness of it hit him.

He whirled around. Greeted only by more of that empty expanse of sky and water, his gaze shifted downwards on instinct.

There he met an intelligent set of eyes, slightly obscured by a pair of thick-rimmed glasses. Kaito knew them all too well. It was a set he hadn’t seen in years. One which was staring back at him completely unchanged. The rest of Edogawa Conan’s form seemed equally unbothered by the passage of time. From the blue suit jacket over a white shirt and grey shorts combo to the bright red bowtie around his neck, and those blasted crimson snickers-of-doom on his feet.

“You look the same,” Kaito stated the obvious.

The cunning smile the other had used against tough opponents, spread across his face. “You too.”

From their lack of presence and weight, Kaito knew his monocle and top hat were missing. But he still expected to be wearing some part of his KID outfit. Instead, it was the unassuming black, dime-a-dozen, school uniform from his high school days. The kind of getup Edogawa Conan shouldn’t know about, considering he had never discovered KID’s civilian identity was Kuroba Kaito.

The oddities kept stacking on each other like a fragile house of cards. Should he question this nonsensical turn of events directly? Frontal attacks weren’t his thing, especially with the Great Detective of all people. It was already making his head hurt.

So, Kaito settled for some bait. “That was a low blow.” He grinned. "Shortie.”

The other simply cocked his head to the side and blinked. “Was it too obvious?”

“You think?!” Kaito exclaimed. Catching his breath, he tried to restore some semblance of his trusty poker face. "Even if you were the little detective, it’s been almost seven years since we last saw each other. He would have changed over time. Gotten a bit taller and all that." He waved a hand at their surroundings. “Then there is this place. I’m standing on water, instead of sinking. It doesn’t make sense, no matter how you cut it.”

“Is that so?” Whoever was masquerading as Conan asked with an innocent childlike curiosity. "I can’t control the appearance of this field. It comes from your subconscious. But, here I thought, seeing a familiar face would soften the blow. News like these give everyone a hard time."

Dread washed over Kaito’s back like a bucket of ice-cold water. “News? What news?”

"Magician Under the Moonlight,” Not-Conan said gravely. “What is the last thing you remember?"

Pure white light obscured one of his glasses's lenses and expanded outwards to swallow everything around them.

When Kaito lowered his arms, he was standing in the aisle of a convenience store. He was familiar with this particular arrangement of crispy chips on the shelf in front of him. It was the store near Aoko’s new apartment. He had gone there several times recently to grab a meal while they helped her renovate the house. Said renovation had been an eye-opener for many reasons; least of all learning that Hakuba Saguru—in all of his posh rich boy glory—didn’t shy away from manual labor.

The question remained though. What was so important about this scene?

Judging from the bag of popcorn in his hands, he had come to buy snacks. There was a faint memory ringing in the back of his mind. Some kind of gathering—a party or a movie night. The responsibility had apparently fallen on him for the food, and he had had to run here at the last minute. It was the most logical assumption. But it wasn't answering anything substantial.

Loud voices echoed from the other side of the store. Throwing the popcorn bag back to its place, Kaito hurried down the aisle. The shelves were too high for him to get a glimpse of the situation.

"...in the bag!"

"Let's…ca…wn."

From the bits and pieces of the conversation he could catch, it didn't sound good though.

If his memory served him right, the snacks aisle was the third parallel row from the entrance. He would have a clear view of the register when he reached the end of it. Taking a left turn, that moment’s glimpse got Kaito to backtrack behind the shelves immediately. Someone was trying to rob the convenience store with a gun.

This close to the mugging, the conversation was easier to hear.

"Don't mess around!" the robber yelled.

"I can assure you I'm not," someone said in the same tone he would speak to a wild animal.

Kaito peeked from behind the corner.

Standing like a shield between the armed robber and the young lady manning the register, was a teenage boy. His sweater and pants were a bit short for his lanky frame, suggesting a recent sudden growth spurt. Mousy brown hair, parted in the middle, clung sweaty to his forehead. He was putting on a brave act; a fact both admirable and foolish for a boy his age. But his skin was so pale. It made the freckles splattered across his face more prominent under the harsh fluorescent light.

Feeling like he was going through the same motions, Kaito realized he knew this kid. It was one of the Great Detective’s young friends. He was older, but their friend group’s penchant for ending up in hairy situations had remained the same. Kaito didn’t even have it in him to be surprised. A strong sense of justice and common sense rarely meshed well together.

The clerk’s sharp cry pulled Kaito out of his reminiscence. There was no time for this. Judging by the trembling of their body, the robber was getting impatient.

“You’re stalling,” they said.

“Of course not.” The kid took a step back. His voice cracked as he pleaded: “Please, sir. There is no need to escalate things fur—”

The robber raised the gun higher. “You should have stayed quiet in your corner. No one asked you to play the hero.”

Despite frantically patting his pockets, Kaito instinctively knew he wasn’t carrying something useful. He had left his card gun together with KID’s stuff when he retired from the life of a phantom thief. All that remained on his person were materials for parlor tricks. But he couldn't let someone die in front of him. Not again. Not on his watch.

So, Kaito ran. Each of his steps echoed against the walls and back to him with the precision of a countdown.

The clerk noticed him first, her expression frozen like a tragedy mask.

The kid managed to squeak some garbled words in surprise as Kaito’s shoulder connected with his chest. Shoving him out of the way, Kaito took his place in the line of fire.

The loud thump of the kid hitting the ground. His own ragged panting. Someone shouting a warning from somewhere close. Everything drowned from the sound of Kaito’s heartbeat.

The revolver’s canister was holding all of his attention.

It fired.

The scene blipped out of existence. As if someone had pulled the plug on a CRT monitor, only the fuzzy star-shaped afterglow remained in the dark. Kaito floated into nothingness for a moment, until something akin to a fishing line hooked under his ribcage. He was violently pulled back to the empty expanse of sky and water.

Not-Conan was waiting expectantly for his answer there.

The words weighed heavily on his tongue. After everything Kaito went through in his time as KID, this seemed anticlimactic. But there was no mistaking it.

"I died."

"Correct," Not-Conan chirped.

Ignoring his inappropriate cheerful tone, Kaito lamented—in the privacy of his mind—that if someone had to show up to guide him in the afterlife, that someone should have been his dad. Why take the form of the Great Detective, of all people? Then again, Kaito had been well aware of his little rival’s reputation outside of the KID heists.

"Are you some kind of Shinigami, then?" Kaito asked.

The other cupped his chin in thought. Considering he wasn't the Great Detective and he was aware of that, this mimicry of the real Conan’s mannerisms only baffled Kaito. There was no reason to continue with the pretense. Unless this entity’s goal was something else entirely.

“I guess…” Not-Conan drawled. "You could say I am their overseer."

Goosebumps crawled up Kaito's arms like slithering eels. Scanning their surroundings again, there weren’t any signs of hidden cameras or recording equipment. This wasn't some attempt to prank him, after all. Then, that meant…

Kaito sighed, resigned. "I know I’ve said this kid will be the death of me one day. But I didn’t mean it quite as literally.”

Death laughed. His voice held the same overjoyed childlike pitch as the real Edogawa Conan. "I can see why Lady Luck favors you," he said. "You are entertaining."

For an entity existing since the dawn of time, this guy's casual tone was suspicious. Nothing good ever came out of this kind of attitude, and Kaito was already dead. What else could Death possibly want from him?

He didn't let the discomfort show on his face though, and bowed. "As a magician, I aim to please my audience." Glancing back, he added with a small grin. "Even if that’s Life's critics."

Instead of getting offended, Death seemed pleased. "Quite the flatterer as well." His smile spread wider as he began to circle Kaito. "I must admit. It was a tiny bit frustrating seeing you escape, almost unscathed, situations that without a doubt would have cost you your life. But alas! There wasn't much I could do about it," he said, splaying his hands. "This was part of my agreement with the Lady."

These words piqued Kaito's curiosity,  but he could recognize the bait from miles away. After all, he had used similar methods as KID to get people to ask the wrong questions. 

"I am forever grateful to Lady Luck for her most welcome patronage," he said. "Unfortunately, isn't this the end of the line for me?"

Death spared a glance over his shoulder. "Not quite. You see, I had no reason to claim you so soon. There was another I wanted first. Someone whose hybris had been growing at such a steady pace, he was bound to come to me."

Thunder rumbled somewhere in the distance, even though the sky remained spotless.

"He almost did when the time arrived. The drug had a ninety-nine percent chance of fatality, and yet. He managed to score the one percent that guaranteed his survival," Death snarled. His tiny hands grappled with nothing in the air. "After that, he kept brushing shoulders with me, always a breath away, but never close enough to true oblivion. Not from lack of effort on my part, mind you. I sent numerous challenges his way, and he still escaped all of them!"

Kaito hadn't seen such open hostility and malice on Conan's face before. Not once, during the three years they had spent crossing paths with each other. Even if Death was simply borrowing Conan’s appearance, it was still rather jarring. Whoever the person in question was, he must have used all his life's worth of luck to leave the manifestation of Death fuming like that.

"While I can see how this must be frustrating for you," Kaito offered. "I don't understand how it has anything to do with me, sir."

"On the contrary, the reason you're here is because of him." Death's mood brightened like a switch had flipped. "More specifically, the curse I had bestowed upon him."

This was odd. “I can’t see how that kid would have offended you enough for this. He’s only what? Sixteen-seventeen?”

“It’s not Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko.”

“Then who? If what you showed me is true, there were only four people at the store.”

"I suppose it didn't register in your consciousness," Death mumbled, and snapped his fingers. "Let's take another look at the crime scene."

Kaito was transported once again at the moment he had faced the wrong end of a gun. Everything was frozen in time. The robber had already pressed the trigger. As the bullet’s impact had thrown him off balance, Kaito found himself trapped in a body mid-fall. He couldn’t twitch even a finger. For someone perpetually in motion like him, this was pure torture.

“Don’t fret,” Death said nonchalantly. He stood in front of the store’s glass door, completely out of place in this scene. “It won’t take long.”

So much for being unable to influence this space. Doubts had been festering under Kaito’s skin since the first time Death had changed their surroundings. Doing it for a second time with this scale of control, brought another level of discomfort to the situation. What else was Death omitting until it was convenient for him to reveal?

"So, what now?" Kaito asked, as his head was the only thing he could move.

Death knocked at the glass pane behind his back. "Please divert your attention to this spot here."

It was a distorted reflection of the overall scene, as natural half-light from the outside meddled with the artificial one inside. Kaito could make out the forms of himself, the robber, and the rows of shelves behind them. Any further details were impossible to determine.

"Am I supposed to see something there?"

"You are looking but you're not seeing," Death complained. "Alright, I will clean it up for you." Waving his hand with the grace of a stage magician, he turned the frosted glass into a mirror.

Kaito's eyes widened in surprise. At the spot above his left shoulder, he could discern another young man emerging from the first aisle. He couldn't be older than Kaito's twenty-seven years. His casual suit jacket was open and he wasn't wearing a tie, so it was hard to pinpoint his job. But there was something overly familiar about him. It was in the intensity of his expression, caught mid-yell, like someone accustomed to jumping into dicey situations. His cerulean eyes had turned into steel. The force of his run had sent his bangs askew, but there was no mistaking that cowlick like a feathered antenna on his head.

"The Great Detective?" Kaito muttered, astonished. "How…?"

Snapping his fingers again, Death freed him from the partial paralysis.

Kaito dropped unceremoniously on the tiled floor. When he looked up again, everyone but themselves had disappeared from the scene. There was something eerie about it, least of all how the mirrored glass still showed the Great Detective's adult appearance.

Death had a smug smile plastered on his face. "Allow me to introduce you to the real identity of the person you called Edogawa Conan."

Leaning back, Death's Conan form passed through the glass—as if the latter was made out of water—and the reflection stepped outside. He dusted his shoulders and smoothed the sleeves of his suit. No doubt, stalling for some kind of dramatic flair.

It gave Kaito plenty of time to scramble back on his feet. They had the same height. Upon closer inspection, the Great Detective's face was similar enough to Kaito's too; it could have been the easiest disguise ever if he knew back then. What a shame.

"It would have backfired spectacularly. Depending on what you used this disguise for," Death said.

His voice was in the range Kaito had used as KID, but certainly more serious than playful.

Kaito narrowed his eyes. "Reading my thoughts now?"

"What makes you believe I wasn't doing this already?" Death buttoned up the suit jacket properly. "As to why I can change the appearance of some things here…Limbo takes the form of the spirit's inner world, yes. But I still have some administrative rights." His smile was too sharp for comfort. "You can't hide anything from me."

Kaito had never felt more exposed.

Maybe these were the consequences of letting go without proper closure. After all, KID's battle with the Great Detective had remained a draw. They had parted ways on amicable terms. Whatever case had been plaguing the little detective was over, and that had been enough for Kaito to know back then. Learning his rival's identity from a third party sounded wrong on so many levels. Even if he wouldn't be able to use this knowledge in the future.

He hated being robbed of having a choice, more than anything.

“It has all been a ruse, then?” Kaito asked.

“There is no doubt about your demise,” Death said. “I am simply offering to satisfy your curiosity. How could have a child bested you when he seemingly couldn’t have the same lived experience?”

“Alright, spill. What's his name?" Kaito kept his face as blank as he could. But he couldn’t hide the storm brewing in his chest just as well.

"There's no need to get aggressive." Death offered his hand. "Kudou Shinichi, detective."

Kaito had heard of him. Japan’s modern-day Sherlock Holmes. The savior of Tokyo’s Metropolitan police department. Another teenage detective, who had brushed shoulders with the KID once, before disappearing for three years. It seemed silly how Kaito had never made this connection himself. In his defense, he never saw any reason for it. Kudou Shinichi had stayed away from his case when he returned to the public eye. Almost as if, KID didn’t matter all that much to him.

"I can believe that's his default introduction, no matter his appearance," Kaito said fondly. It hurt. "I hope you won't get offended, sir, if I don't feel like shaking your hand right now."

Retracting his hand, Death had the nerve to look pleased with himself. "Most understandable."

They returned to the empty expanse of blue. The stillness of everything did nothing for Kaito's frayed nerves when Death kept Shinichi's form instead of reverting to Conan’s. This was a game to him, that much was certain. One Kaito had to play if he wanted to figure out why they were having this discussion, instead of his soul getting shipped to whatever afterlife awaited him.

"If the person you were talking about before is the Great Detective," Kaito started. "What is this curse you have given him?"

"Simply put, it attracts death around Kudou Shinichi.” Death had pulled another bowtie from his pocket and was trying to tie it around his neck. “I couldn’t force him to come to me, you see. Instead, I thought. If bystanders continued to drop like flies by simply existing in his vicinity, it would eventually make him despair enough to decide that on his own."

"Surely, it didn't faze him at all. He's a detective. Homicide cases could fall at his feet as often as it is for a magician to pull rabbits out of top hats."

"Every human has a threshold to how much of it they can handle. I simply miscalculated his resilience to pain, both physical and emotional. He was already tearing apart and putting himself hurriedly back together to return to his original body. Time after time, after time." Death had no right to sound this cheerful about it.

Kaito clenched his fists. "Was the crime of escaping you once, so great, that you had to condemn him for the rest of his life like this?"

"The rest of it? Oh, no. It is the definition of madness to repeatedly do the same thing and expect different results,” Death purred. "If he wasn't willing to come to me on his own, I might as well guide his hand."

"What do you mean?" Kaito asked, disgust coiling in his stomach.

"I changed the scope of his curse, you see. Instead of everyone around him being in grave danger, the target now is Kudou Shinichi himself."

"Are you saying that…” The ramifications of this train of thought hit Kaito like a punch in the gut. “If I hadn't gotten myself involved, the Great Detective would have died?”

Using his reflection on the lake's surface, Death nonchalantly fixed his bowtie. “Hopefully.”

Anger surged through Kaito's body like a massive wave. He wanted to blame the predicament of his soul being scrubbed raw for someone's entertainment that he couldn't keep his cool. But then again, he had spent so many years pretending that nothing could hurt him; that he was alright on his own; that KID's mantle wasn't as heavy as Jii-chan or his mother had suggested on one occasion too many. So, pardon him for getting mad on another's behalf.

Kaito grabbed Death by the lapel of his suit. "This is all one big joke to you, isn't it? It doesn't matter if he helped countless victims find some semblance of peace. What you want is one life that managed to survive a little longer than you expected."

"There is no scale on which lives are measured, despite what you humans want to believe." Death tried to pry his hands open, but Kaito wouldn't budge. "Someone will die in every second that another might live. No one is more important than the next. Death comes for everyone. That's how it is."

"You just admitted to having an open vendetta against an ordinary human," Kaito hissed. "Which words do you expect me to believe? You hypocrite!"

"For someone that couldn't die, no matter how reckless he got, you have no right to complain."

"Then why am I here?"

"It is due to the fact that someone cheated," a different voice echoed all around them.

Death disappeared in a puff of smoke and materialized a few steps away. "Stay out of this," he shouted to the sky.

"You can not speak my name without expecting me to appear, dear." This voice's range was higher. Almost feminine, but not quite at the same time. "I could not remain idle when you are interfering with the fate of my ward."

"Lady Luck?" Kaito asked, taking a look around.

Her giggle resonated like a wind chime. "I am afraid I can not appear in a physical form you are familiar with," she said and a soft breeze tousled Kaito's hair. "I am here, nonetheless."

He wanted to lean into the caress, if only for a moment's relief. But he had to regain his composure. There were too many things hanging in the balance, even with a more than welcomed ally on his side.

Death huffed. "You are making it sound like I am a villain here."

"From a human's perspective, you are being unfair—even exceptionally cruel, dear. What's one life compared to all the million others in the world, if they are equal?" Lady Luck said. "From our perspective, you are twisting the terms of a fair deal to fit your selfish desires." Her voice took the unmistakable tone Chikage had whenever she would catch Kaito's younger self doing mischief around the house. “After Toichi, you promised me that you wouldn’t meddle with those looking to destroy Pandora. Are you going back on your word?”

Heavy gray storm clouds appeared overhead as a cold gale blew around them. Kaito tried to keep his balance, but the water rippled violently under his feet. Falling on his knees, he braced against the lake’s surface. Like the hard glass he had come across on skyscrapers, it didn’t let him pass through. However, only for a moment, it stopped reflecting the sky like a mirror. A large yellow eye—its pupil slit like a cat’s—was looking back at him.

“THE DEBT MUST BE PAID!”

This roar echoed distorted. As if several different voices were trying to speak together, but couldn't help being slightly out of sync.

Above the surface, Death’s Shinichi form had purple-green smoke coming out of his body. His shoulders heaved as he panted heavily. This outburst must have been taxing to him if his real body was down there.

Kaito couldn't see it anymore. Only his ordinary reflection stared back, troubled frown and all. He wasn’t the elusive phantom thief KID anymore. In his humble opinion, he had settled into his life as a civilian just fine before his death. What could he do against an entity like this?

A warm feeling settled like a blanket on his shoulders. "Isn't a magician's job to make the impossible happen?" Lady Luck whispered in his ear. "You already have everything you need."

Her presence dissipated, but her words struck a chord in Kaito's heart. She was right. He wasn't one to stop when the odds turned against him. If anything, there was nothing more boring than a heist that wasn't challenging.

Taking a deep breath, Kaito rose to his feet. "I have one more question. Pandora is real, right?"

"Yes." Death pushed his bangs out of his eyes. His irises flickered between gold and cerulean before they settled for Shinichi's eye color. "What of it?"

"Oh, nothing. I just thought it was interesting how you weren't anxious about such an item still existing," Kaito said with a shrug. "Since I never found it and all."

Suspicion clouded Death's expression. "You're scheming something."

"Now, now. All I'm saying is that you were caught red-handed breaking your end of a very valuable agreement. Turns out, you can't claim me while I'm searching for Pandora. And yet, here I am in Limbo." Spinning around his axis, he made sure the last word echoed far and wide. "Getting your hands on the Great Detective's life can't be more important than a gem that grants immortality, can it? You won't have any work left to do."

"Those humans stopped looking for Pandora," Death said. "You made sure of it."

Kaito circled around him with slow deliberate steps. "Yeah, but who's to say someone else won't restart the search? It's been two years since KID's last heist. The announcement of my death might inspire some courage in the Organization’s remnants. There will be no one left to get in their way."

"Don't insult my intelligence," Death barked. "As if there is anyone who knows your real identity."

"But you can't be so sure about that, can you?” Kaito paused. “Face it. The possibility is there, and you've just discarded your most valuable card by letting me die."

Death hummed, contemplating it. "Even if I reverse the natural order of things, there is no guarantee you will succeed. You already gave up on Pandora once."

"I did," Kaito admitted. It had been his hardest decision as KID. One he had been willing to take if some semblance of normality would finally return to his life. "After searching for so long, I figured it was more reasonable to destroy their Organization with human resources—than rely on some mystical gem that may or may not exist."

"You had to create a fake one to convince them either way." Crossing his arms over his chest, Death changed his approach. "What makes you believe this conversation is real, to begin with? It could be a trick of your mind to process the shock of getting shot in a vital organ. Even figuring out Edogawa Conan's true identity could be a long-time coming deduction you had been too afraid to make."

"Now that sounds like something the Great Detective would say," Kaito chuckled. "But trying to convince me it's all in my head, this late in the game, can only mean I'm making you nervous."

Death glared at him. It was a terrifying expression to have on Shinichi's face.

Finishing his circling right in front of him, Kaito offered his hand. "I'm not even supposed to be here anyway. If you're going to send me back, you might as well cut yourself a deal for your efforts. Because I will track Pandora down and destroy it this time," he said with conviction. "And since I'm being merciful enough to ignore your transgression on behalf of the Lady, I have only one condition. When I succeed, you have to leave the Great Detective alone for his actual remaining life. It's a small price to pay, don't you say?"

Bell chimes echoed softly in the air. Death cocked his head to the side as if listening in to the inaudible words. They probably reached an agreement with Lady Luck because the next time he focused his attention on Kaito, Death had that infuriating smirk on his face again.

"Why not?" He clasped Kaito's hand. It burned. "I would love to see you try."

Ignoring the pain, Kaito shot a smile back. "Prepare to be surprised, sir. You have the front row to my greatest magic show yet!"

"I am counting on it," Death said, releasing him.

The lake swallowed Kaito before he could snark back any further. It was freezing cold. He covered his mouth and nose, more out of some self-preservation instinct than an actual need. He couldn't drown in this place, and he knew that. Slowly, he opened his eyes. A few rays of light pierced the water from above, giving it a teal hue. Nothing was swimming around him. There was only this massive wall on Kaito's right, stretching far and wide into the darkness below. Some curious part of him wanted to get closer and figure out what it was. Patches of seaweed, barnacles, and even corals were growing on its surface.

But a prickly feeling spread on Kaito's chest at the thought. No, something else should be here too. Where is that thing?

Right before his eyes, the wall rippled as a crack spread horizontally on it. It widened with a terrible rumble, revealing two rows of cone-shaped rocks. Kaito's mind tried to convince him of it. But there was no mistaking the gloss of ivory. He had seen enough ornaments in museums so far, decorated with animal tusks or teeth, to recognize them.

Laughter permeated the waters, the voices mocking him. "You do not comprehend the size of what you are up against, little magician."

The creature's mouth widened further, revealing a cavernous darkness akin to the depths of the ocean. It created a swirling current in the water that dragged Kaito inside.

Fear spreading across his shoulders and crossing down his spine, Kaito found the strength for one final act of rebellion. You better keep your end of the deal, or so help me, I'll make you regret it.

The jaws snapped shut around him.

Kaito gasped. Instead of water, he gulped down air; stale and tasting like some B-grade detergent, but sweet nonetheless.

Voices filled with urgency the darkness still plaguing his surroundings.

"Mitsuhiko! How long till the ambulance is here?" The Great Detective shouted from somewhere nearby.

"They still need ten minutes," the boy replied hastily.

He clicked his tongue. "Miss, do you have a first aid kit around?"

As the clerk lady gave an affirmative answer, Kaito's eyelids fluttered open.

The fluorescent light turned out to be too bright for his eyes. To keep them open, Kaito forced his attention on the tiles. Candy was littering the floor around him like confetti. From the force of the gunshot, he had hit the small shelves in front of the register. Someone had propped him up against them later.

He took another hurried wheezing breath. His chest hurt, as if someone had driven a hammer through his ribcage. Getting shot had that kind of effect, no matter the body part. He had enough first-hand experience on the matter to testify about it.

"Hey, slow down." Hands reached out to support him, one from just below his ribcage and one on his shoulder. They were warm. "You are badly hurt."

Blood had splattered across his jacket. The front of his shirt was soaked as well. "You don't. Say," Kaito grunted.

Gathering his remaining courage, he shifted his gaze to the person in front of him.

The Great Detective—Shinichi—was on his knees, trying to keep Kaito's body from moving too much. It was almost uncanny to have the face that Death mocked him with, staring back with such obvious concern etched on it.

"Don't speak for now," Shinichi said softly. "You should conserve your strength."

Kaito couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his lips. "If I knew. It'd make you. Look at me. Like this," he rasped as pain shot through his chest, "I'd have tried it. A long time ago."

"What…"

"You're a tough crowd to get his attention off." Kaito cupped Shinichi's cheek. "Great Detective."

After his initial surprise, the gears in his head appeared to turn. Shinichi narrowed his eyes. "Who are you?"

But Kaito couldn’t find the words to reply. Amidst the haze in his own head, it was getting harder and harder to focus too. The sights were already darkening again at the edges.

"Wait!” Shinichi pleaded, securing his hold on Kaito. “You need to stay awake!"

"Don't worry." Kaito patted Shinichi's cheek and let his hand fall into his lap. "It's a short break. I'll be back soon."

Blood had smeared across Shinichi's cheekbone. It painted a stark difference against the ashy tone his skin had taken. For a moment, Kaito thought yellow cat-like irises were staring back at him from that face.

"Would you now?" Death's voice echoed teasingly in his ears.

Kaito blinked. The effect was gone. Instead, his worried rival continued mouthing words that couldn't reach him at the moment.

Of course. Kaito thought, letting his heavy eyelids drop once more. I'll definitely save him.

#dcmk #detective conan #dcmk fanfic #dcmk fic #magic kaito #case closed #kuroba kaito #kudou shinichi #edogawa conan #original non-human characters #fanfiction #fanfic #canon divergence #wolfswriting #if you've seen me posting this before; my bad #I wanted to try something else once again lol #and I really liked this banner I made! #thank you to everyone who has enjoyed my humble little story so far ♥ #ghosts of the past (keep coming back for us)

[solarianvoidthearoace]

So I spent the majority of my day today (last 5-ish hours in hyperfocus) writing this fanfic:

It’s KaiShin/ KIDCon; it’s 5.7k; it’s inspired by an old OneShot of mine which I wrote a couple years ago

There is a metaphorical character death, so I didn’t tag as Major Character Death

Enjoy! Have fun!

(While I’ll catch up on eating now that the sun set and it’s cold enough to do so; also yes hyperfocus made me ignore that I’m hungry…)



#my writing #dcmk #dcmk fanfic #my fanfiction #my fanfic #my fanfic writing #dcmk kaishin #kaishin #kidcon #dcmk KIDCon #magic kaito 1412 #kaitou kid #Kaito kid #DCMK Kaitou kid #shinichi kudo #conan edogawa #edogawa conan #kudo shinichi #Shinichi x Kaito #Kaito x shinichi #au fanfic #post canon au #post canon #fanfic under 6k #au fanfiction #disordered eating mention

[wormwoodwine]

The 10th year anniversary of Vineyard

It’s been 10 years since 08/02/2014 when I uploaded my first fanfic, Vineyard, on fanfiction.net. It was unpolished, riddled with grammatical errors and basic mistakes. Still, it was so much fun. I hope and wish that my stories bring you as much joy as they do me.

To celebrate the 10th year anniversary, I would like to share some my favorite moments in Vineyard. All these moments weren’t planned in the original story line. They just came to be.

First, Gin and Akai shared a quiet smoke on the rooftop of a hospital (chapter 18).

The entire hospital arc was and is the hardest to write that took me months of agonizing and struggling though every word. It’s easy to fall into the soppy troupe of pleading and crying which would have been completely out of character for both Akai and Gin. Instead, it was a quiet and somber moment of solidarity between two men who by all means should hate each other. A silent understanding and shared empathy that could not be put into words.

Lost in thoughts, smoke mingled between the two men in silence.

Second, Vermouth said “I’m free” under the moonlight with Gin and Katie (chapter 19).

With her storms weathered and demons slayed, Vermouth relaxed under the moonlight in the company of the people she loved. No organization dictated her actions. No drugs coursed through her veins. Her life was her own at long last. She left her past behind and never looked back. She was free and she was at peace.

Vermouth simply smiled, much to his frustration. “Gin.”

“What?” He narrowed his eyes, frowning. Something was different. Was it her tone? Her word? He didn’t know.

“I’m free.”

Bonus, Mary and her sass.

She quickly became one of my favorites to write. What a surprise! I didn’t put much thought into her character. She, in a sense, evolved as the story went.

In chapter 45, Mary hinted at the identity of Katie’s mother the entire lunch with Bourbon while having a dig at Vermouth’s expense just for the heck of it. I love her.

Bourbon smiled through his gritted teeth. Then, he continued with renewed enthusiasm. “Say, have we met?” The girl’s slightly wavy blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and overwhelming confidence awoke a sense of striking familiarity deep within his memory that he couldn’t quite place yet.

To Akai and Akemi’s horror, Mary merrily hosed the fire with gasoline. “Doesn’t she look like some wannabe actress?”

PS: Thank you, sleepyhead4951 from Wattpad for reminding me. I sort of … forgot that it had been 10 years.

Also, I’ll try to handle Akemi better in the future. She’s always just along for the ride and the necessity of the plot without much character.

PS: my writing’s buddy

#vermouth #gin #ginvermouth #fanfic #ao3fic #vineyard #fanfiction.net #dcmk fanfic #dcmk

[fordoggo]

Sooo I've read loads of shinran fanfics for years >> Shinran Masterlist

And I've decided to share my good recommendations of fics about ran finding out conan's idenity (this was posted in reddit as well):

RAN FINDING OUT:

Facade by platinum-breaker

Summary: Conan did not expect Ran to suddenly corner him one day.

The Face She'd never seen by ChibiRaccoon

Summary: In all the time she had known him, Ran had never seen that look on his face.

coming back to her by readingnotes

Summary: They broke him. They broke him into so many pieces, and now they're right in front of her, not Edogawa Conan, not Kudo Shinichi; no, now she's the detective, she has to solve this jigsaw puzzle and put him back together. He won't be the same. Of course not. But she'll fix him into the person he'll become.

Artificial Anxiety by Serinox

Summary: On that fateful day in Tropical Land, Shinichi turned away from chasing Vodka when Ran called out to him. Now they are in a relationship and things are progressing nicely. But events happen, which create a kind of artificial anxiety between them, that they have to deal with. Good times are easy, but can they get through the hard times too?

BACK WHERE HE BELONGS by jojoangel01

Summary: Takes part in Shinichis rebirth. Will he seize the day he was rewarded with after getting his body back? Will he be able to control his feelings for a certain person that holds his heart? PURE FLUFF, I mean it! SR, of course! What else? [COMPLETE!]

seven-percent by AngelicSentinel

Summary: Ran finds out at the worst possible time Shinichi is Conan. Now she's got to break them both out of the Black Organisation's lab, but time is running out.

The Mystery of Conan Edogawa by funvince

Summary: Ran Mouri is tired of the lies and evasions. She is determined to get to the truth behind her little house guest once and for all. But is she really prepared for what she may find?

Ran isn't an Idiot! by Baekho0123

Summary: What if Ran knew the truth right away? What if she knew who Edogawa, Conan really is? How much will that change?

Kudo Will Die by Ichthyophobia

Summary: Kogoro finds out. Conan, miraculously, survives the revelation. But only because Ran should get to kill him first.

The Gift of Love by EsTeLweNadia

Note: happens after the reveal

Summary: AU – After the defeat of the Black Organization. Sometimes, the greatest gifts of love come in small packages. Shinichi/Ran.

Feel What You Know by impossibleorimprobable

Summary: They killed her. They killed Mouri Ran. High school detective Edogawa Conan grew up cold, ruthless, and brilliant as ever. With his help, police took down the biggest crime syndicate in Japan. In the ashes, they found a child that bore too much resemblance to a girl that should have died ten years ago. The truth must come out. But at what cost?

OTHER FICS

The Case of the Missing Detective by Krista Perry

Summary: On hiatus, NOT dead. Please see my profile for details. ) A former member of the Black Org wants the secret of eternal youth and immortality, and he thinks he can get it by kidnapping Conan. Conan begs to differ.

The Darkness Inside by Akrim

Summary: Aoko receives a bunch of foreboding messages. It could be a prank but she still decides to consult with Kudo Shinichi - just in case it was not a prank. But it's Ran instead with whom she decides to decode these messages. But things are not what they seem and soon they have spun a web of lies, secrets and danger.

SIDE NOTE: if I can find more of the fics which is under a pile of files I've kept for so long. I will edit, feel free to add your comments and suggestions!

#detective conan #ran mouri #dcmk #shinichi and ran #shinichi kudo #shinran #case closed #dcmk fanfic #kuroba kaito #kaito and aoko fanfic #ran and aoko #aoko and ran #aoko and kaito #hattori heiji #magic kaito

[emiko-fan-2podcasterin]

Yeah so remember the detective Conan fanfics I was talking about earlier that my 14 year old self wrote, well here’s the plan for one of ‘em:

Englisch translation:

Characters

Homosexual Couple (Thief’s)

Kaito Kid/ Kaito Kuroba

Conan Edogawa

Ran Mori

(Kogoro Mori)

Shinichi Kudo (Kaito Kid)

Heiji Hattori

Kazuha Tomoya

Sugaru Hakuba

Sonoko Suzuki

Inspector Nakamori

The old Suzuki

Eri Mori

»Story: All of the above mentioned detectives receive an invitation from kid who invites them to his last coup. All detectives are allowed to take guests with them. When Heiji and Kazuha visit the detective agency they decide to go to the coup all together. When they arrive they get to meet the others. The police obviously is also on site but they can’t get in without an invitation. There are also many fans in front of the house but they also can’t get in. When they go into the house they meet up with Sonoko and the old Suzuki who as always wants to capture kid. Right as they want to talk about their plan Shinichi Kudo suddenly appears, which stumps the real Shinichi and also Heiji. Ran who’s oh so happy about Shinichis appearance doesn’t notice how angry Conan gets. But as they get to the decision of who’ll be roomates the tension spikes.«

Roomates:

Homosexual Couple

Ran, Shinichi (Kid)

Kogoro, Conan, Eri

Heiji, Kazuha

Suguru, Sonoko

»After the list is read out loud Conan and Kogoro argue changing rooms with Shinichi, Heiji and Kazuha argue about who gets to sleep in the bed and who needs to sleep on the floor and Hakuba and Sonoko argue wether kid is a criminal or not. After everyone cools down it’s been decided that Conan and Shinichi change rooms, Heiji and Kazuha are gonna share a bed and Hakuba and Sonoko come to the agreement that yes kid is a criminal but also a gentleman! Now all of them go to their rooms and small scenes of what is happening in them are going to be shown. After the clock strikes midnight Conan and Heiji meet up in the common room and lament about how they can’t sleep. Then they discuss theories why kid sent them all invitations. Hakuba joins them resulting in Heiji and him arguing and them deciding to go to bed again. In the morning everyone gets to see the Diamant and it’s Story is told. Afterwards they’re all going to dinner and “Kid” appears, stealing the Diamant but getting shot in the progress. All of them run to the room and are shocked at the body of the dead “Kaito Kid” but it’s soon explained that this is not the real Kaito kid but somebody else who tried to steal the diamond.«

And that’s basically it… I really don’t remember how I wanted the case to end but I guess the Kaito kid that died is one of the two from the couple and the other one murdered them?! Why tho? I’m a sucker for tragedies so probably bc of a misunderstanding regarding cheating or something like that… would probs also have referenced to the well known myth of the hope diamond being cursed bc I remember thinking about what kind of jewel kid could steal and remembering the myth about it being cursed and also thinking “ok so cursed diamond… so someone has to die…but not kid…so imposter kid! Ok nice let’s write that!!!”

14 year old me was wild!

#detective conan #dcmk #dcmk fanfic #edogawa conan #kudo shinichi #kaito kuroba #kaito kid #heiji hattori #kazuha toyama #ran mori #mouri kogoro #eri mori #hakuba saguru #suzuki sonoko #this is from like 2018ish #in hindsight I didn’t even now what fanfiction was at that time #like I discovered fanfiction in early 2020 #so I just wrote some silly stories #DURING CLASS #never expecting them to see the light of day #like EVER #and yet here we are #2023 on tumblr #and that’s just one #there is so much other stuff #the one with Kazuha getting shot for example #like what was 14 year old me thinking #tbh I just liked causing my favorite characters pain #and trauma #don’t forget the trauma

[dior-elkie]

Crimson Petals (Side Story #2)

written by @dior-elkie

Hakuba and Kazuha went to buy forget-me-not and sweet pea flowers, the last things Hattori coughed up, at a nearby flower shop.

When they entered the shop, the florist immediately recognized them. Sensing the tension and piecing together the situation, the florist let out a sigh as she approached the two new customers.

"Did… Hattori-kun pass away?" The florist asked softly. This caught the attention of the two and immediately turned to face her.

"Yes," Hakuba trailed off and looked at her name tag, “Matsuoka-san.”

“How did you know him?" Kazuha asked.

"He came here last time, asking about the flowers he was coughing up and their meanings."

"Forgive me for prying, but have you met him before, prior to that meeting?" Hakuba inquired further.

"Oh? How did you figure that out?" Matsuoka responded, a hint of surprise in her voice.

"You wouldn't react like this if you'd only met him once. You've probably encountered him during a case, haven't you?"

She fondly smiled.

"You're correct. I met Hattori-kun when I was at my lowest. I was certain nobody would be on that rooftop since it's private property, but fate seemed determined that day because there was a murder in the same building. As a detective, he had to investigate everywhere of course. He found me nearly at the edge of the building and saved me. I resisted his help but he scolded me. Looking back, it was rather amusing. Well, um yeah. So to return the favor, I helped him with his disease and told him that the only way to pay for the information I gave him was for him to come back here without the Hanahaki disease. But I suppose…" Her voice trailed off sadly before sighing.

"He didn't make it back without the disease," Matsuoka murmured, her voice filled with sorrow. "I had hoped to see him fulfill that promise, returning here healthy and free from his affliction."

Hakuba nodded in sympathy, understanding the weight of unfulfilled promises and the accompanying regret.

Sensing the depth of their connection to Hattori, the florist reached out with a comforting hand. "He must have been a remarkable person for both of you to care so deeply. I'm sorry for your loss."

"He was indeed remarkable—the best friend and brother I could ever ask for," Kazuha said, managing a small smile.

Matsuoka-san handed them bouquets of forget-me-not and sweet pea flowers.

Hakuba glanced at the flowers in his hands, silently acknowledging their significance.

"Thank you for sharing your story with us, Matsuoka-san," Hakuba said, bowing.

"Heiji would have been so happy knowing how you've been doing," Kazuha said to the florist, who was almost in tears.

"Take good care of yourselves. I don't want to see you back here asking what kind of flowers you're throwing up, alright?" The florist managed to get a laugh out of both customers.

"We promise, Matsuoka-san," they said as they left the shop.

Together, Hakuba and Kazuha walked to the cemetery where their friend was being buried. When they arrived, they approached his casket to find him peacefully ‘sleeping’. Kazuha burst into tears, and Hakuba tried to comfort her. After she regained some composure, they stood in silence, memories of Hattori flooding their thoughts—a mix of melancholy and gratitude for the moments they had shared.

"He won't be forgotten," Hakuba said softly, breaking the silence.

Kazuha nodded, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "No, he won't. He lives on in our memories."

With a shared understanding, they placed the flowers, carrying Hattori's memory as they walked away, acknowledging that the bonds formed through trials and kindness were enduring, even in the face of loss.

#dcmk #hattori heiji #hakuba saguru #kazuha toyama #heishin one-sided #hanahaki au #heiji hattori au #hattori has hanahaki for shinichi #post conan #post kaito kid #crimson petals side story #crimson petals #read crimson petals main story before reading this #detective conan #au fanfiction #side story #dcmk fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #heiji hattori

[ilurked]

What is Past is Prologue (Part 3)

Fandom: Detective Conan Rating: T for canon-typical violence Continuity: Post series

Part 1: The Detective Part 2: The Phantom Thief Part 3: The Agent

Jodie Starling spent more than half her life living in the past. She had allowed her past to define her identity and set the course for her future.

But no more.

She was defined by what had happened when she was a child. A fat lot of good it did her.

Despite dedicating her life to bringing the woman who all but destroyed her innocence to justice, she was thwarted, time and again, first by the organization shrouded in the darkness, and later by the institution she had sworn to serve and protect.

That was why when she was offered the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to walk away from her past, away from the bureau that betrayed her, away from everything, she took it with both hands and promised herself that never again would she allow herself to be this helpless, this powerless.

Therefore, when her past came calling, in the form of the man she once loved, she did not immediately respond. She had to make sure that she would not be meeting him out of some misguided hope that she would be able to fix the past. In the end, she said yes to meeting him because, like a cat, she could not help but know what had happened after she left.

“You’re a hard woman to find.” Shuichi Akai told her as he slid gracefully to the booth where Jodie Starling was sipping her coffee.

“I have to be,” she replied. She set down her teacup carefully to hide her hand’s subtle but unmistakable shaking. “A long list of people want my head on a platter.”

She absently noted that he was no longer wearing his disguise. He had ditched the blonde hair and the glasses that made him look harmless. He went back to growing out his dark hair. His look reminded him so much of the young man she met and loved so long ago.

Her heart ached.

Akai’s lips thinned as if her statement gave him displeasure, but he did not say anything until the server who approached their table to take their order had left.

“Don’t you think we’re too old to live like this?” He asked her honestly.

“By we, you mean me, don’t you?” She asked. As the head of a no-name, internationally funded, but globally disavowed organization, she knew that after helping bring down the Black Organization, Shuichi semi-retired from the FBI and concentrated on piecing back his family.

Unlike her.

Jodie shrugged when he didn’t reply to her question. “I actually spend more time behind the desk now,” she told him honestly. She was surprised how much paperwork being the head of a no-name organization generated. She took a deep breath; forced herself to relax and smile. “Hello, Shu. How are you?”

Taking his cue from her, he also relaxed. “I’m good.”

“Me, too. Let’s get straight to the point. After five years, why contact me now?”

“Direct, as always. I have information that your agency has in its custody an asset believed to be dead.”

Jodie struggled to keep the shock out of her face. It would have worked on any other person, but it was Shuichi watching her. He knew all of her tells.

One of the advantages of being the head of a no-name organization was that she could run it as she saw fit. And she saw fit that knowledge of her newly acquired asset would be known only to few people inside her organization: three people, to be exact: herself, one reluctant consultant, and the asset herself. 

The consultant would literally die before he revealed information about the asset while the asset would not talk, also literally. Since the leak did not come from her, that could only mean—

“That bitch.” She muttered. Jodie winced. She did not like calling other women  names. However, the shoe fits the woman now going by the name of Alicia Vineyard, the daughter of the late Chris Vineyard. To Jodie, that woman would always be Vermouth.

“That is why the PSB, the CIA, and the FBI all agreed to keep her alive and on the streets.” He told her gently. “She’s a veritable fount of information.”

“That woman needed to die. At the very least, she needed to pay for her sins. Putting her on the streets would only endanger more people.” Jodie told him vehemently.

“I agreed with your assessment five years ago,” he reminded her. “But we were outranked and outvoted by our superiors. “And you can’t place the blame entirely on her. Word on the street is that a certain Phantom Thief also had a run-in with your asset.”

A run-in which was not disclosed to her.

“How accurate is our asset’s information?” Shu asked, careful not to utter any names as one never knew who was listening. “Is your asset really the girl from Beika? All that the Kaitou Kid would say is that it’s her, but it’s not her.”

“I’m not at liberty to—”

“Don’t give me that, Jodie. Some people back in Japan deserve to know what happened.”

“Don’t you think I know that?” Jodie looked away, figuring out how much she could tell him without her telling him anything. She knew that she would not get away with misleading him for information. Knowing him, he had already done his due diligence and confirmed what he could before confronting her with the information he already had.

“So, it is her?”

“If it’s not her, she’s an excellent imitation of the original.” She shrugged. “I tried to bring her home, but she had so many decisions taken away from her already. Now, I don’t think anyone could force her to do things she doesn’t want to do.”

“How is she?”

“She doesn’t speak much of what had happened to her.” She replied truthfully. “In fact, she doesn’t speak to me at all. She only talks to the doctor.”

“The doctor?”

Jodie nodded. “She found him and decided to trust him. She talks to him. He talks to us. She doesn’t trust me or anyone else. And he only talks to us only when it’s convenient for them. They help us, but they’re not with us.”

“Who are they with?”

“Who knows?” Jodie shrugged. “The Black Organization was weakened when its head died. A war broke out between many organizations, syndicates, and cartels to try to take its place. Rumor has it that the struggle unceremoniously and decisively ended two years ago. The victorious entity in the power struggle was more intelligent, secretive, and infinitely more dangerous than its predecessor. Law enforcement had tried and failed to identify, much less infiltrate, it.”

“You think your asset is with the new shadow organization?”

“Just a hunch.” She admitted. “Because there couldn’t be more than one organization so secret that not even my agency, with its infinite budget and network, could not know.”

“Is she in danger?”

Jodie paused. Considered. “I would have said no before. I believed that she had eliminated the threats to her life when she put out feelers to us.”

She saw the shock on his face at the revelation.

“Eliminated?”

“We still don’t know what happened to her. The only clues we could follow are the trail of bodies left behind.”

Shu hunched closer to her. “Are we sure it’s her?”

Jodie smiled bitterly. “As I’ve said, we have no idea what was done with her. But you and I both know that when the Black Organization puts its hands on you, it changes you.”

Shu let out a breath. He did know how much the Organization could change a person. He let that poison touch his life. And for what?

 “The Kaitou Kid is right,” Jodie continued. “She’s the same person, but she’s no longer the same person they took from her home all those years ago.”

“Is she in danger?” He asked again.

“Before today, I would answer no. But knowing that the Bitch knows about her means that the remnants of the Black Organization know about her.”

“The remnants?”

“The Black Organization may have been cut at its knees, but it still has many loyal supporters, trying to find a replacement for its former leader, hoping to bring it back to its former glory. She’s doing what the FBI, the CIA, and the PSB should have done five years ago,” she told him. “Burn the organization to the ground. Have you heard of the Malta massacre?”

Shu leaned back and tried to recall a short news article he had read a couple of months ago.

“An office building in Malta burned down a while back. The firemen found about a dozen unidentified people in the building.”

“It was not just an office building,” Jodie told him succinctly. “And the people there are not office workers. It was a hideout for the Black Organization. About half of the dozen people who died were high-ranking officers. They did not die by fire as the news reported.”

“She did that?” He was unable to reconcile the sweet, innocent teenager he knew all those years ago with the portrait of a person Jodie was painting. “Alone?”

“She did that,” Jodie confirmed. “But we don’t know if she did it alone. And we didn’t know that the building was a front for the organization until after we received a tip not to allow the local law enforcement to force open the vaults inside.”

“And what did you find?”

“Information.” She replied. “Enough to justify the budget of my agency to my superiors ten times over. And Malta’s just the beginning.”

“Do you need help to protect her?” “Protect her?” She scoffed. “God help the idiot who tries to hurt her.” #tbc

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Who do I have to pay to get a Kaishin animatic/animation (WHATEVER IT IS CALLED) to Shawn Mendes’s song “Lost in Japan” where Kaito is out of the country for his magician career or Kid business. If you haven’t heard the song just listen to it and hear the POTENTIAL-

Please I am begging.

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OUR LOVE STORY (KAISHIN)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Characters: Kuroba Kaito | Kaitou Kid, Kudou Shinichi | Edogawa Conan, Haibara Ai | Miyano Shiho, Agasa Hiroshi, Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko, Kojima Genta, Yoshida Ayumi

Additional Tags: there are other characters too, but only once twice i think, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Romance, First Meetings, Outing, Angry Kudou Shinichi I Edogawa Conan, Sick Kuroba Kaito | Kaitou Kid, Christmas Party, Love Confessions, More Additional Tags in Author's Note

Words: 23670

Chapters: 7/7

Summary: A story about their lives after meeting each other at a public library. Many things had happened and they finally got together.

Hi @eas-kat ! Your secret santa is here skskskks I'm sooo sorry for being late but I really hope you enjoy the fic TwT I never thought it would take this long tbh sigh. Shout out to @bestillmyfastbeatingheart for being my beta huaaaa ToT Thanks to @dcmkkaishinevents for making this event too hehe VvV/

(Sneak peak for every chapter under the cut)

0 : Prologue

“YOU!!!! Why didn’t you stop–”

Trailing off, he finally took a proper look at Kudou-kun. Ginzou blinked and raised his eyebrow at Kudou-kun while the teen looked at him back with a bored look.

Some of his task force was surprised when they saw the Heisei Holmes in a blue dress and this night's target was on his neck. Others gave him pitying looks.

“What happened?”

Kudou-kun just shrugged like he was okay with whatever was happening right now.

“That jerk put these on me. Anyhow, can someone open the necklace for me and does anyone have spare clothes?”

1 : First Meeting

“No! He stared at us back then and took a long time to release you before. Then there’s how he suddenly wanted to join us and now he wants your number Shinichi-niichan!”

“What if he is a stalker?!"

“Or maybe a murderer?!”

When he heard this, Kaito wanted to deny them and wanted to defend himself. He opened his mouth but Shinichi suddenly scoffed.

“That’s stupid. He’s not a criminal. I’m sure of that.”

2 : Weekly Outings

Pouting, they looked away and nodded. Shinichi grinned at their response.

“Great! Now, let’s go play all the games here!”

Shinichi took Ayumi’s and Mitsuhiko’s hands before he walked away. Then, he looked behind his shoulder to see Genta and Kuroba tensing while looking at each other. Kuroba suddenly held out his hand for Genta to hold. Shinichi could see Genta hesitated for a moment, before he finally took Kuroba’s hand.

Smiling softly, Shinichi really hoped the three little kids would finally accept the magician at the end of the day.

3 : Angry Detective

“Caught you.”

“Stay away from them, you bastard!!!”

Hearing the familiar voice, the Detective Boys snapped their eyes open. They watched a fast soccer ball hit the man’s face and the man fell back.

“Guys! Are you alright?”

Kaito asked while the kids flinched at Shinichi’s glare.

4 : Sick Magician

“Sh-Shinichi! What are you doing here?”

Shinichi shrugged before answering.

“Keep you company.”

Shinichi then frowned at him. He whispered after that.

“You’ve eaten….”

Kaito wondered if he had heard that right because Shinichi had sounded a little bit disappointed. He then watched the detective sigh.

“Of course, you have. What did I expect? Aoko-san has said that she has cooked for you after all.”

5 : Christmas Party

“Tomorrow is going to be Christmas. So, do you want to spend it together with us? Me, Agasa-hakase and Shiho.”

Kaito blinked at the offer. He didn’t notice how long his brain had stopped, but next thing he knew, Shinichi was glaring at him. The warmth on his gloved hand was also gone.

“Oi! I’m asking you here. Or do you have other plans tomorrow?”

“N-No. I don’t. B-but is it okay? Won’t I bother all of you?"

Shinichi huffed at him and looked away with a redder face.

6 : Say 'Love'!

The detective’s shoulder slumped and it ached to see Shinichi like this.

“Shinichi-”

“It’s like he’s avoiding me, you know.”

Shinichi whispered suddenly and sensing the other wanted to continue, Shiho let him.

“It’s… I don’t know, but I can feel it. But, the question is why? Why does he suddenly do that? Why… why after giving me hope like that?”

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