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Nonconformity snippet - DCMK

Dawn found Kaito sleepily shutting off the vibrating alarm on his phone and stretching himself while half tangled in his duvet, groaning out a yawn as he mumbled, “I really don’t want to go to work...”  He blinked muzzy eyes open and spotted a blanketed lump on his floor with tufts of gold strands sticking out from one end.  Hakuba, his brain sluggishly informed him, is sleeping on my floor.  Deciding that unpacking that statement was too much work for his brain at five-thirty in the morning, the brunet slid out of the warmth of his bed and silently slumped into his bathroom.

As Kaito washed his face, the lukewarm water that had not quite fully warmed up woke him up more.   Hakuba came to me last night after being slapped in the face by his father for refusing an arranged marriage.  Even having had all night to chew over the blond’s situation, Kaito still found it difficult to believe that stuffy, proper Hakuba had been ousted from his father’s house—for rebelling, no less!

Super late teenaged rebellion stage? he absently pondered as he began the mindless process of making himself a breakfast of toast with butter after starting up the coffeemaker.

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MURDEROUS Angry Baby Ball of Silver Fluff - DC

I'm not quite dead yet.

Most days, Haibara Ai was grateful for Kudou Shinichi’s people-saving ways.  Right now, though, she rather wished his people-saving penchant was nonexistent, considering he had waltzed into her apartment cradling a child-sized Gin.  Spoilers for Gin’s identity.  Rated for language.

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Untitled snippet - DCMK

The detective’s mind raced, more pieces of the puzzle falling into place as he recalled bits and pieces of information he had researched in preparation for his admittedly scattered attendance to KID’s heists.  Kaitou KID—the first one—had begun his thievery three decades ago and had been active for a total of twelve years before going silent.  Eight years later—four years ago now—the phantom thief returned and had been active ever since.  Another thought struck the detective, and his stomach clenched somewhat nauseously.  “How—” he began, and had to wet his suddenly dry mouth in order to force the words out.  “How old are you now?”  The question was barely louder than a whisper, and Wataru prayed that his mental math was wrong.

Kuroba sighed as he slumped ever so slightly, as though his spine was bending beneath a weight he was no longer able to shoulder.  “I’m twenty.”

Horror swept through him, chilling him in a way that was different to cold, different from the terror he had felt while hiding in the park.  “So, you were sixteen,” he croaked with a sickened sensation roiling in his gut, “when you became the second Kaitou KID…”

Wataru was not a frequent participant of KID heists—in fact, he could count on two hands the number of times he had attended one.  But even so, the detective had friends in Division Two, and KID was a frequent topic of conversation whenever he met up with them.  It meant that in addition to his own research, Wataru had a decent understanding of how KID heists generally operated.  He also knew about the erased evidence in the post-mortem reports describing and cataloguing gunshot holes in walls and windows, bullet shells, reported muzzle flashes and muzzle blasts that his friends whispered about.  It chilled the detective to know that there was a mole in the force, one who did not value life for what it was if they were eradicating traces of attempts on KID’s life, and that Kuroba had been squaring off with them on his own while he had still been a minor.

“And you couldn’t go the police…” he continued, gaze vacantly dipping to the blanket covering his legs before rising upwards to catch Kuroba’s, “… because you yourself are a wanted felon.”

Kuroba gave him a crooked, tired, wry smile.  “Bingo,” he murmured.

Wataru scrubbed a hand over his face, feeling the headache he had awoken with ratchet up several notches.  “What a mess,” he mumbled.

The phantom thief snorted.  “Welcome to the clusterfuck that is my life,” he said with sardonic grandiosity, sweeping his arms wide open before ducking into a small bow.  “I hope you enjoy your stay.”

“Kill me now,” he muttered, locking eyes with Kuroba for a moment before the two of them broke into quiet, if slightly hysterical, ironic giggles.

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Untitled snippet - DCMK

It was cold.

Frigid, even, and dark.  Very dark.

A low groan escaped numb lips as eyes fluttered sightlessly in the near-pitch blackness.  Where am I?  And why is it so cold?  And also, ow.

Pain radiated from the center of his chest, where his heart lay ensconced within his ribcage.  His entire upper torso felt like one gigantic bruise, and every shaky, slow breath was a fight not to asphyxiate from the agony the slight movement generated.  Mobility was slow in coming as muscles and tendons, tense and contracted from the cold, were forced to relax and stretch.  Fingers blindly groped around, searching for something, anything, to give an indication of where he was, though a faint red tint allowed him to see the barest outlines of the extent of his confinement.

The walls that contained him were smooth, icy to the touch and faintly textured in the satiny way stainless steel was, with all rounded corners that seamlessly merged walls and ceiling.  The barest hint of crimson illuminated the interior, which stretched no more than two wide hand spans’ widths to either side of him, and one wide hand span from his nose to the ceiling.  Minor contortion revealed that he had a hand’s length of space above his head, and oh—there was a hard edge that ran the perimeter of the surface laid upon, complete with the barest gap between that wall and the surface that ensconced him.

Pressing his hands flat against that different surface, he pushed against it, arms straining as he used muscles that protested violently at their abuse.  There was a lurch beneath him before a sliver of light somewhere below him broke through the darkness.  More pressure—ignore the quivering of his arms—and that pale illumination brightened.  At length, he felt something give via vibrations through the surface upon which he lay, and suddenly he was sliding out into light bright enough to temporarily blind him. He yelped as he covered his eyes, taking a long moment to allow his sight to acclimate before he lowered his hands and carefully sat up.

A dimly lit room greeted him with several clean and empty surgical tables arrayed in the center of the room.  Tables of surgical equipment were neatly lined up on two sides of the room.  The wall opposite him had windows that were covered by blinds and a closed door.  Behind him were row upon row of square steel doors.  The container that he had been lying in was open and the platform that he now sat upon extended from that opening.

It took several long seconds for Takagi Wataru to comprehend the fact that he had, after he recalled being shot through the chest, woken up in a morgue.

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Nonconformity snippet - DCMK

The chime of the doorbell was unexpected, particularly since it was nearing eleven o’clock on a Tuesday night, and no visitors of any kind were anticipated.  Twenty-seven-year-old Kaito frowned as he set his laptop aside and heaved himself off his squashy old couch.  The small LCD screen off to the side of the front door revealed none other than Hakuba Saguru—who, oddly enough, was partly hiding his face from the doorbell’s camera.  He opened the door somewhat warily, greeting his longtime acquaintance with a questioning, “Hakuba?”

Hakuba’s bespoke suit was rumpled, his hair disheveled, and his face positively ashen under the loggia’s fluorescent lighting.  The blond slowly turned to face him, and around the hand pressed to his left cheek, Kaito could see the beginnings of flushed, elongated welts on his skin.  Hakuba’s blue eyes gleamed with unshed tears even as he pursed slightly bloodstained lips to keep them from trembling.  “Kuroba-kun,” he answered shakily, a visible shiver rattling his frame in the chilly October air.  He opened his mouth to say something more, froze, then sighed, seeming to physically deflate even more than his slouched posture suggested he was capable of.  “I’m sorry for interrupting your evening,” he apologized and spun on his heel.  “Have a good—”

“Wait,” Kaito said even as he reached out to grab Hakuba’s free hand by the wrist.  The blond froze.  Kaito’s grasp was firm but not restricting; a good shake from Hakuba would easily dislodge his hand.  The brunet briefly warred with himself over allowing Hakuba inside.  There was nothing in his apartment that would suggest that he was Kaitou KID, considering he had retired from life as the phantom thief two years ago, but he was still loathe to bring a detective—any detective—into his abode.  They were barely friends in any sense of the word, realistically speaking.  But Hakuba was clearly injured in both a physical and emotional way, and Kaito, in good conscience, could not let him walk off after he had been specifically sought out.  He silently sighed.  “Come inside and let’s see what we can do about that cheek of yours,” he invited.

Hakuba turned, eyes cautious, before he seemed to find something that deemed the brunet sincere in his offer.  “Thank you,” he breathed, gaze dropping as he docilely followed Kaito inside the cramped single unit.  He murmured his apologies for his intrusion as he toed his shoes off.

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Across Universes, Ch. 2 - ORV x DCMK

What is one to do when they find themselves bodyswapped into a universe not their own, forced to complete a scenario in order to return to their rightful body and universe, and have a telepathic connection to the one they’ve switched bodies with? The answer may or may not be: A.) Kill everyone around you except your teammates; or B.) Save everyone around you except for the already-dead guy. Rated for language and violence.

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Crossing Universes, Ch. 1 - ORV x DCMK

What is one to do when they find themselves bodyswapped into a universe not their own, forced to complete a scenario in order to return to their rightful body and universe, and have a telepathic connection to the one they’ve switched bodies with?  The answer may or may not be: A.) Kill everyone around you except your teammates; or B.) Save everyone around you except for the already-dead guy.  Rated for language and violence.

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Tag Game: First Ten Lines

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

@deducingcircumference tagged me on this, so here I am. Uh, honestly, lately my top first line would be my thesis, but that's boring and no one wants to read that, so I needed to do a bit of dumpster diving into my folders to see what were my latest WIPs since everyone knows I have a figurative billion of them.

Crossing Universes - ORV x DCMK, posted

[The time limit for the first game is over.]

Untitled - FKBU x DCMK, WIP

Inspector Kanbe Daisuke glanced around at the somewhat-organized chaos that was happening all around him with a furrowed brow.

Insider - DCMK, WIP

Finding out had been a complete accident.

Refusal to Kneel - DCMK, WIP

His perp was someone with a narcissistic personality. 

Commanding Officer - FMA, WIP

“Edward Elric.”

Stealing and Healing Hearts - DCMK, WIP

The headline on the newspaper that morning was different from any other headline ever written.

Here Be Dragons - DCMK, WIP

There had been whispers, rumors, of the National Police Agency obtaining some sort of “secret weapon.”

Wraith - DCMK, WIP

Twenty-one-year-old Kudou Shinichi had never seen eyes so dead in the face of a living person.

Untitled - MDZS, WIP

Fuck, I knew it’d be bad, but I didn’t think it’d be this bad… though in all honestly, I wish I was dead.

Untitled - SVSSS x MDZS, WIP

The arid heat and sulfurous scent of magma and the shrill, breathy notes of a dizi greeted his return to consciousness. 

As far as who to tag going forwards, @thrushsong-kvaris, @villklovn, @ota-chan, @tangentiallly, @artistfingers, and @privateeye-cj, any one of you want to give this a shot? No pressure to do it, though! :)

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Stealing and Healing Hearts snippet - DCMK

The headline on the newspaper that morning was different from any other headline ever written.  Having "Kaitou KID" mentioned in the title was not unusual; the phantom thief regularly headlined the front page whenever a heist was announced.  Rather, the fact that a well-known children's wish-granting foundation was associated with the magician's name made it something of a rarity:

MAKE-A-WISH FOUNDATION PUBLISHES EXCERPTS OF PATIENT WISHES FROM TOKYO METROPOLITAN CHILDREN’S HOSPITAL TO KAITOU KID Dear Kaitoh KID, My name is Haru. I am six and I have lookeemeea. [...] I wish you can steal my ilnis so that I can go owt side and play with my dog. Thankx, Haru

Dear Kaitou KID, I’ve been a fan of yours ever since you made your return three years ago.  I was twelve then.  I’m fifteen now and was diagnosed with a brain tumor three months ago.  I’ve had surgery, but it was malignant […] and now I have seven months to live […].  I’d like to see you perform live at least once before I leave. Sincerely, Sanosuke

Dear Kaitou KID, I’m Suki and I’m eight and was born with AIDS…

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Reading the excerpts from some of the children’s letters had given Inspector Nakamori Ginzou the oddest mixture of heartache and heartburn.  On the one hand, terminally ill children.  But on the other, Kaitou KID…

“What are these children thinking, idolizing a thief…?” he muttered as he ruffled his hair.

In his mind, he could already hear his daughter’s childhood friend, Kuroba Kaito, arguing for the blasted thief.  “His magic performances are second to none, and the shows he puts on are spectacular!”

Ginzo sighed and picked up his phone.  He needed to have a chat with Tokyo Metropolitan Children’s Hospital’s director about this development.

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KAITOU KID REPLIES TO PATIENT WISHES FROM TOKYO METROPOLITAN CHILDREN’S HOSPITAL

To the Make-A-Wish children of Tokyo Metropolitan Children’s Hospital,

I have read all of your wishes, some of which were published in the national newspapers, and I would like to cordially invite you to a private meet and greet inside the Tokyo Metropolitan Children’s Hospital.  I have already made arrangements with the hospital’s director for a visit.  I have also been granted permission to extend my invitation for up to two additional companions of the patient’s choice each.

I would dearly love to meet my most special little fans and host a performance especially for you, to thank you for your love and support.  In return, I will always love and support you with the deepest hopes that you all live long, happy, and fulfilling lives.

I look forwards to seeing all of your bright faces,

Kaitou KID

P.S. – Please note: this is not a heist notice, merely a courtesy letter of reply.

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Trilateralism snippet - DCMK

“Yo, Kudou!” Heiji’s cheerful voice greeted.

Shinichi grinned.  “Hey there yourself, Hattori.”

The sounds of street traffic filtered through the phone’s earpiece.  “Where are you right now?”

“Uh…”  The Great Detective of the East blinked in confusion.  “I’m not in Osaka, if that’s what you’re asking…” he said with uncertainty.

“No, I mean you at Nee-chan’s?” the Osakan asked.

Shinichi frowned.  “I’m at Agasa-hakase’s,” he replied.

“All right then,” Heiji said easily. “I’ll see you in about an hour.”

“Wait, what?!” the Tokyoite squawked, earning curious glances from both his companions.

Heiji chuckled.  “I’m in town for good, Kudou.  I managed to transfer to Touto.”  There was a pause before he added, “Surprise!”

“But—” Shinichi sputtered, “what about Kazuha?”

“I told her, and though she wasn’t happy, she sort of understands my desire to get into the best college.”

A noise of befuddlement escaped the shrunken detective. “How’d you manage that?  Normally you can only transfer after second year, and you just finished your first.”

“Oyaji knows someone in the Law Faculty, so they were able to swing that for me,” he answered nonchalantly.

Shinichi scowled, the expression not entirely fake. “Nepotism.”

“Oi oi,” Heiji protested, affronted. “I did this so that I can better help you out with Them.”

“I don’t need help with Them,” Shinichi retorted.

Heiji snorted.  “Yeah you do.”

“Hattori, I—” the miniaturized detective began, but then stopped and sighed, “whatever.”

“That’s what I thought,” the Osakan snickered.  “See you soon.”

“Che,” Shinichi scoffed before hanging up.

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Trilateralism snippet - DCMK

Between the two Great Detectives of the East and West, Conan and Heiji were able to determine not only the rendezvous location for a drug drop in Osaka, but the person the dealer was meeting with.

It was long after dinner when Shinichi decided to give his fellow detective a call to hear about the aftermath of the drop.  He retreated to the now vacant Mouri Detective Agency office to chat with the Osakan.

“So how did everything pan out, Hattori?” Shinichi needled.  He figured that at close to ten-thirty, Hattori had probably had enough time to stutter through explanations and arguments with Kazuha.

“Oh, shut up, Kudou,” Heiji groused from the other end of the line.  “Do you know how hard I had to work to convince Kazuha that she was just hearing whatever she wanted to hear?!”

Shinichi chuckled darkly.  “Ah, but I have proof!” and played the clip he had recorded: “What do you think you’re doing to my Kazuha?!”

“Kudou,” Heiji choked, “I am going to fucking murder you.”

He yawned loudly into the mouthpiece.  “I somehow get the feeling Ran would not be happy that you’re picking on ‘Conan-kun’,” he teased deviously.  “Nor would Kazuha, for that matter.”

Shinichi could almost feel the steam coming off Heiji through his phone.  “I swear to god, Kudou, I am going to make sure there’s not enough body to bury!”

Heiji ranted for a good ten minutes on the various ways he planned on dismembering his friend before Shinichi decided that the Osakan had probably vented enough of his frustration to speak rationally.  “Vented enough, Hattori?” the Tokyoite queried with a raised brow, though the other detective could not see it.

“Yeah,” Heiji sighed.  “You’re still a dick though.”  Shinichi was quiet as he allowed Heiji to collect his thoughts.  “So Kudou… why’d you really call?”

Shinichi laughed.  “I can't get anything past you, can I?”

“Not at all,” Heiji agreed sagely, “Now spill.”

“You know how KID had a heist last night?” Shinichi asked. At Heiji’s confirmation he continued, “Well, Hakuba Saguru was there as well last night and I noticed something odd about his behavior.”  He said this all rather quickly, as he did not want to get the Osakan started on a rant about the half-Briton.

The remark was enough to pique his fellow detective’s curiosity.  “Oh? How so, aside from the continual stick up his ass?”

“Hattori…” the miniaturized detective groaned.  

“Ruin my fun.  Fine, I’ll zip it.”

Shinichi took a breath to compose his thoughts.  “Personal biases aside, what kind of person do you believe Hakuba to be?”

There was thoughtful silence on the other end of the line.  “Hakuba’s… methodical.  Clinical.  About as objective as one can be given any situation that involves the police.  He’s smart enough to put some rather obscure pieces together.  His record does back up his insufferable arrogance, though.  And he can be a decent guy, provided he doesn’t have his head stuffed that far up his ass.  But whisper a word of this to anyone, Kudou, and I’ll—”

“—ensure no one will find a body.  Duly noted, Hattori,” Shinichi interrupted, growing mildly tired of his friend’s continuing enmity with the half-Briton.  “Now, think about what you just said, and compare that to what I’m going to tell you.”  The shrunken detective then proceeded to describe in detail the events of the heist that occurred the night before, including the other detective’s behavior around his apparent classmate during the ride back to Tokyo.  He included his own observations and inferences at the end but made sure that Heiji knew they were purely his own conjectures.  “So what do you think?”

“I think you’re onto something, Kudou,” Heiji answered frankly after taking several moments to mull over the information Shinichi had provided.  “That seems like rather suspicious behavior coming from Hakuba—especially the timing of that smile.  You really think he might know what KID’s agenda is?”

“I can't think of any other reason,” Shinichi admitted.  “I've thought about it a lot since I got home last night, though admittedly I haven't had as much time today to ponder it over.”

“Because a case with me is more important than a heist with that thief any day, right?” Heiji joked, and Shinichi chuckled at his friend’s not-entirely faked conceitedness.

“If you say so,” he sighed with a grin, and Heiji huffed.

“So what do you plan to do about Hakuba and KID?” the Osakan asked curiously.

Shinichi frowned.  “I think… I think I’m going to talk to them,” he said thoughtfully but with growing determination.  “Getting a hold of KID might not be the easiest thing I’ve done—” and here Hattori snorted with laughter, “—but I can definitely get in touch with Hakuba for a little chat.”

“I’m sensing fireworks,” Heiji said with entirely too much eagerness in his voice.  “Let me know how much metaphorical fur flies, yeah?”

“Hattori…” Shinichi sighed while his friend cackled gleefully.

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Deadeye snippet - DCMK

“I must say I’m surprised,” he rumbled in simmering fury as he stalked back towards her.  Dark satisfaction stirred within him at how she stumbled backwards, suddenly terrified of him.  “For how determined you seemed to want to end me, you have a shocking lack of resolve to follow through.”

Koizumi shivered even as she straightened up to face him with false bravado.  “You’re too dangerous to live, Kuroba-kun,” she declared with a trembling voice.

He could feel his eye twitch as he replied flatly, “So you decided to take me out instead.”  He snorted.  “Well, you’ve done an absolutely stunning job so far,” he mocked, slow clapping to emphasize his point.  He unholstered his P226 and chambered a round.  “Unfortunately for you, this was your last performance.  Any last words?” he asked as he aimed the sights of the handgun between her brows.

“Don’t do this,” Koizumi whispered, voice trembling.  “Please.”

His expression was impassive as he studied her.  “Why?  Your continued existence as it stands is nothing but a nuisance to me at school and a hinderance to my job.  Tell me, why should I not put a hole through your brain in the next ten seconds?”

The witch’s eyes were glossy with unshed tears.  “Because I—I—I can help you find it!”

He narrowed his eyes in suspicion, approaching her.  The muzzle of his gun pressed hard into the skin of her forehead.  “Define ‘it’.”

“The gem you are searching for!” she hurriedly spat out, wrenching her face away from the press of the gun as she backed away.

“You’ll need to be more specific than that, Koizumi,” he growled as he advanced and grabbed her jaw in a bruising grip, forcing her to face him.

“Pa—Pandora!” she nearly shrieked, desperate in her fear.  “I can help you find Pandora!”

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Sharing Confidences - DCMK

Edogawa Conan’s departure and Kudou Shinichi’s return through the eyes of Takagi Wataru.  Rated for language.

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Trilateralism snippet - DCMK

“Did you see the news this morning?  Apparently, Takeda Kanryuu is dead.”

“Takeda Kanryuu?” Shinichi murmured.  The name was familiar, but he could not quite pinpoint where he had heard it before.

“He’s the son of Takeda Houji, the head of the Takeda Financial Group,” Ai expounded.

“They’re the rivals of the Suzukis,” Shinichi breathed as the pieces fell into place.  “That’s where I’ve heard of them before!”  A frown crinkled his expression.  “So the son is dead?”

The little scientist scrolled through the news article, eyes skimming for pertinent details.  “He was under observation for the smuggling of firearms and distribution of opium, and was killed in a popular nightclub in Kota, and…” her voice grew thoughtful, “Two of the guards to the V.I.P. rooms said no one matching the description the third guard provided passed by them to get in.”

“What?”  Shinichi’s frown deepened.  “No one passed by the guards to enter?  What about out?”

Ai swiveled in her chair, shrugging.  “The bouncers aren’t going to care who goes out. They’re only going to restrict access going in.”

Could it have been Them…? Shinichi thought, the faces of the various members of the Organization hovering before his mind’s eye.  “Is it me, or has there been an increase in the unresolved murders of people with shadier connections lately?”

The strawberry blonde shrugged once more.  “I don’t pay attention to that,” she said dismissively.  “Isn’t that supposed to be your area of expertise?”

Shinichi frowned.  He hoped he was not dealing with a serial killer.  That was, in its own way, just as bad as dealing with the Organization—except it was only one person instead of many killing others. Heading back up to the living room area of the professor’s house, he perched himself before the computer there and began research into the string of murders.  And as he collected more and more data, he realized that they were not just a string of murders.  They were assassinations, if the evidence provided by the media was true.  “So…” he murmured as he tapped and clicked, “are You the ones responsible?”  The sneering face of Gin floated before his mind’s eye.

What was the Organization after, if they were indeed killing their business associates?  Pharmaceuticals and firearms smuggling were rather obvious, but some of the others they had offed—why target them?  What made those particular men and women designated as dangerous by the Organization?  What was their connection…?  Carelessness for one, if they failed to adequately cover their tracks regarding their dealings.  It was not their assets, as the law would safeguard those if they had already written wills, and not all of their targets had been particularly wealthy.

Shinichi ruffled his fringe as he growled.  Think!

Yet no answer was forthcoming.  While he knew that the answer to this particular question was not going to be straightforward or simple, the detective knew it was an integral piece to understanding how the Organization thought—and that it might hold the key to predicting where they would be.

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Untitled snippet - DCMK

Wataru was very familiar with the now eight-year-old boy, having encountered him multiple times over the past two years in a variety of rather unsettling situations.  He met Conan primarily through murder cases, and on one memorable and terrifying time, the two of them had been stuck in an elevator with a bomb ticking away on the elevator’s roof.  That had been an encounter so strange that, to this day, Wataru still had very little idea what to make of it.

It had been eye-opening, that conversation with Conan.  The short heart-to-heart that they had shared had revealed so much and yet so little about the boy who confronted death on a frequent basis.  It had given him chills in a way that if he thought too much about it, it still spooked him.  In that conversation, Wataru had not spoken to a six-year-old homicide detective.  He had spoken to someone older, someone who had felt love and loss and regret and so many things people tended to experience much later in life.  It had fundamentally changed the way he viewed the boy, and Wataru had recognized that regardless of age, he could and would no longer be able to treat Conan like a child.

Because Conan was not a child in all the ways that mattered on a mental and emotional level.  The maturity he had shown in the face of certain death had proven that.  And Wataru found that he wanted to respect the boy as not just an abnormally brilliant six-year-old, but as someone equal—or perhaps even better—than he was as both a detective and as a person. 

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Trilateralism snippet - DCMK

He stood staring at the empty street for several more seconds before he cursed one last time and backtracked.  After walking for a reasonable distance and checking to ensure that he was not being followed, Shinichi pulled out his “Conan” phone with the soccer ball charm and pressed the speed dial for his best male friend and Western counterpart, Hattori Heiji.  The phone rang twice before the call was picked up.

“Hello, Hattori,” Shinichi greeted.

“Yo, Kudou,” Heiji greeted back in his thick Osakan accent.  “How’s it going?”

“Aggravating,” the young detective grumbled.  He glanced around to check for anyone within hearing range before he mumbled, “I think I just missed a lead on Them.”

“WHAT?!”

Shinichi yanked the phone away from his ear at Heiji’s outburst, wincing at the ringing in his right ear canal.  He switched the device to his other ear, rubbing the abused organ as he bit out scathingly, “Hattori, do you think you could be any louder, you jerk?”

“Sorry,” he said, though he did not sound apologetic at all—rather, he sounded upset.  “But you just told me you went after Them again.  Alone.”

The shrunken detective recognized that particular peeved tone of voice from his friend.  “Hattori—”

The physically older detective snarled.  “Don’t you ‘Hattori’ me, Kudou!  I told you before that you don’t have to deal with this alone, and I’m holding to that promise.”  There was a short but thoughtful pause.  “It’s only Wednesday, but I could nab a ticket on the Shinkansen and—”

“Oh, no you don’t,” Shinichi growled into the phone. “I’m not going to be responsible for you dropping out of school due to absences just because of every little incident related to Them I run across.”

Shinichi could hear the scowl across the line.  “But Kudou—”

“No, you listen, Hattori,” the Tokyo native insisted. “Nothing happened.  And besides, I’m not sure I would have been able to successfully tail this one, since he disappeared like a ghost.”

There was silence as Heiji considered his friend’s words. “If this guy really was like a ghost, you wouldn’t have known you had died until you became the ghost.”  Shinichi maintained his silence as he continued walking, and the Osakan finally relented with a soft sigh, the sound hissing through like static.  “If you’re sure, Kudou…”

“I’m sure, Hattori,” Shinichi maintained softly but firmly.  “Please don’t worry.  I’m already back at the agency.”  And he was, for now he leaned against the sun-warmed brickwork just outside the ground floor’s Café Poirot as he watched the restaurant’s two servers, Enomoto Azusa and Amuro Touru, go about their business.

Heiji released another hissing sigh, and Shinichi could imagine his friend ruffling his hair in agitated resignation.  “Fine.  All right. But call me if anything happens. I mean it.”

Shinichi smiled warmly, feeling immensely grateful to have a friend like Hattori Heiji.  “I know.  Thanks for having my back, Hattori.”

“Back at you, Kudou,” the Osakan replied, his voice filled with an equal amount of sincerity.

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Living by the Rules - MDZS

Lan Wangji would bear the scars of thirty-three lashes of the discipline whip on his back, and it was something Lan Xichen would always regret.  Rated for blood and violence.

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