Fic: Conjour's Masqurade
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Title:Conjour's Masquerade
Authour: Saitaina
Rating: R (chapter)/NC-17 (full story)
Characters/Pairings: Kuroba Kaito/Hakuba Saguru, Edogowa Conan/Koizumi Akako, Kuroba Mika (Kaito's mother)/Jii, Nakamori Aoko/Male OC, Nakamori Ginzo/Female OC (Maria), Kuroba Rose (Kaito's little sister), Bohdana, Saguru/Eden, Kaito/Kaitou Kid, Eden/Ask, Eva/Pan, Lily, Hakuba Thomas
Summary: It's been seven years, since the death of Kaitou Kid, but there is still one thing out there, Kaito and Kiden left un-finished.
WARNINGS: Sex, death, illness, MAGIC, slight religious content later.
Chapter Information:
Title: Serenade of a Shallow Death
Summary: Ask's identity is discovered, Kiden makes a decision and the gang heads to London.
Notes: *cough* hope you guys like Ask because he seems to be sticking around. And look, plot! Somewhere...
Chapter Five: Serenade of a Shallow Death
If you cannot get rid of the family skeleton, you may as well make it dance. -George Bernard Shaw
"I'm horny," Lily said, wrapping her arm around Eden's neck and pressing up against him.
Eden grinned, leaning his head down to brush his lips over Lily's lips, using his tongue to gently open her lips, groaning as her tongue met his. He shifted them, heading towards the edge of the dance floor, intending to lead her in back, when he bumped into another couple, too busy trying make-out then pay attention to where they were going.
Eva gave Eden a shove, smirking at his apologetic look, angling Pan out of the way. "And you're a great thief?" she teased, avoiding his hand darting at her head.
Eden took Lily's hand instead of her mouth, leading her through the dancers before heading for the back room again, snagging his wallet from the table the gang had as they passed. Lilly pressed him up against the wall the moment the curtain closed behind them, plastering her body to his.
"You have a stalker, by the way." she whispered as she nibbled on his ear.
"Oh?"
Lily nodded, turning them around so Kid could lift her up on his hips, his hands sliding under her skirt, tickling her thighs. "He's been following you all night," she hissed, as Kid's hands removed the clips of her left garter.
"Anyone we know?"
Lily shook her head, and straightened out her leg so Kiden could better reach the knife she hid against her thigh. "He's new, or at least, I don't recognize him."
"Did he follow us?" Kiden asked, brushing his lips against hers as he ground up against her.
"Behind you, over your left shoulder, hidden in the darkness of a doorway."
Kiden nodded and gave her another kiss before suddenly letting go of her, turning and throwing the knife in the direction she indicated. There was a cry of pain from the shadows and Lily slipped a butterfly knife from the side of her top, flipping it open as she rose from her crouch, walking with Eden as they moved into the shadows.
A penlight appeared in Eden's hands and he knelt, shining the light on the figure's face, frowning. "It's Korn." Eden murmured, before retrieving the knife he threw from the man's stomach."
"Should we get rid of him?"
Eden stared at the man for a moment before standing, pulling a small towel from his pocket. "Do me a favor and handle it? I don't want to get dirty," he flashed Lily a grin and headed back for the club, listening for the sounds of wet blood hitting the floor and walls as Lily slit the assassin's throat.
He took a seat at the table next to Ask, reaching out and brushing his hands through the boy's blond curls.
"Enjoy yourself?" Ask asked, sipping his drink.
"Mm, not as much as I would have with you." Kiden said with a smile, leaning in to brush his lips over Ask's.
--
"Hello, Kudo Kitsuka? This is the Kyoto Family Registry office. I'm fine, thank you, but I was doing an annual review of your registry and noticed a mistake with your son, Kudo Yuki's birthplace...Oh, you don't have a son? Do you happen to know if your branch of the Kudo family might have a child named Kudo Yuki? I would really like to get this on the right registry...uh huh, uh huh, thank you very much."
Conan pressed a button on his computer to disconnect the call, looking up at Saguru who was watching him as he made notes in a case file. "Apparently, Kudo Yuki is the son of a Kudo Kogami," he said, replying to Saguru's un-asked question. He lifted the small mouthpiece that had been changing his voice, once more returning to the pre-teen male he was instead of an older female. "And according to the registry mum emailed me, Kudo Kogami is my father's cousin."
"So, you are related to this boy," Saguru said, stroking his chin.
"Why are you so interested in this?" Conan asked, shutting down some applications on his laptop, returning to his homework.
"Because I want to know why this boy was in your sister's bed. Not to mention, he's curious in and of himself. There's no record of him, no birth, no schooling, he simply appears and disappears at will, without leaving a trace."
"Until now," Conan said, glancing at the picture next to him, staring at the blond in a wheelchair, caught on a video camera. Conan frowned, lifting the picture and turning back to his laptop, clicking through a few applications before bringing up another picture, glancing back and forth between the picture in his hand, and the one on the screen. "Ne, Saguru, maybe you should find out from your parents if they know a Kudo Yuki."
"Why is that?"
Conan turned the laptop around, displaying Saguru's photo from his graduation, before holding up the picture of Ask. "Because he looks a lot like you."
--
It was odd, for Eden to touch Ask without wanting something in return, mainly sex. Not that Eden wasn't a tactile person, in fact, he was very much one. Touch, next to food, was what nourished him. He always touched people, from holding Lily's hand to curling with Bohdie, even Pan wasn't safe, as Eden more often then not leaned against the taller man when he could.
He touched everyone, except Ask.
The last real time Ask could remember Eden touching him, outside a fight or the bedroom, would be the day Eden saved his life. Ask had come to in a cold, white hospital room, terrified and rather violent. The didn't have the drugs to sedate him and were attempting to strap the ten-year-old down to the bed, when Eden stepped in, climbing into the bed behind Ask and holding the boy tightly, whispering in his ear as the saw started that would remove the dead and dying flesh from the lower half of his body.
Ask often wondered why, he was the one excluded from the sensation fest, a bit jealous as he watched Eden interact with the others, and starving himself for the touch he never got. It wasn't just that he wanted Eden, it was just...now one really touched him, and hadn't for as long as he could remember.
So, it was rather odd, to wake up one morning, sleepily floating on the hazy half awake state that came from a good night's sleep, to find hands lazily tracing up his spine. His fist reaction was to freeze up, survival instincts long ingrained into his body, but as the fingers lightly traced down his spine, veering off every once in a while over a scar left over from the attempt on his life, Ask could feel his body slowly relax, soothed under the gentle touch.
Warm oil was suddenly dripped onto his back, pooling in the small indention where his spine curved. Hands slid through the pool, coating and spreading, before fingers dug in slightly to his back, causing Ask to groan as Eden's hand started to work out the kinks from sitting in a wheelchair all day. Usually his massages came from his physical therapist, or on a rare occasion, Lily or Eva, but the feeling of Eden's talented fingers across his back relaxed the teenager far better then any of the other three could.
As his back relaxed, muscles becoming a liquidy soup, those slick hands moved down, sliding over his bare body to his thighs, tense after another attempt at learning to walk with prosthetics. He gave a whimper, pressing his body more into the bed beneath him, hissing at Eden hit a particularly knotted bit of muscle, before letting out an easing breath as the pain flowed away and pleasure flowed into his body.
--
"You can't keep this from him, Saguru." Conan said, looking up from his homework.
"I have to, Conan. This would destroy him if we're wrong." Saguru countered, shuffling reports, resisting the urge to start banging his head on the solid oak and marble desk. Who knew quitting your job would have so many loose ends.
"Kaito deserves to know that Kiden might be alive. It destroyed him, when he died...faked his death, whatever. He didn't get out of bed for two months, he's still aking those damn anti-depressants."
"Yes, which is why I'm not telling him until we're sure! What if we're wrong? What if this is some amazing coincidence and this is not Kiden? How much more would it take until I lose him too? I refuse to put him through that."
"Saguru..."
"No, Conan. I need to do this for me, because I need to know if he really is still out there, if he...if he had reason for this. I can handle being disappointed, Kaito cannot." With that, Saguru returned his attention to his paperwork, indicating the subject was closed.
--
"Things are moving faster then I expected if they're already sending assassin's after you." Pan muttered, sipping his beer as he watched Eva on the dance floor.
"I know, I thought I'd have at least another month." Eden muttered. He tilted his head back, closing his eyes tightly. "This is it, isn't it?"
"Hmm?"
"This is the start, after this..everything changes."
"You knew it was coming, Eden, you put the ball in motion."
Eden was silent for a moment, picking at the label of his beer before looking up at Pan. "Do you ever regret it?"
"Regret what?"
"Joining me. Know that you've painted a target across your back."
Pan looked up at Eva, watching her for a moment before looking back at Eden, running his fingers through the boy's hair. "I left my doubts in Italy, when you asked me to join you, Eden. I knew when we wired that building that my life would always be on the line. So no, I don't regret joining you."
Eden smiled and leaned against Pan, watching Ask at the bar before sighing. "Let's go upstairs, I need you to help me with something."
--
"You know, the Superintendent isn't happy about having a civilian on this case again." Nakamori said, taking a seat across from Saguru, lighting his cigar.
"Is this your pathetic attempt to get me back?" Saguru asked with a smile, setting an ashtray in front of the older man, taking his seat again and studying the man.
"No, that was just me commenting, my pathetic attempt is this," Nakamori said, offering Saguru a thick manila envelope.
Saguru took the envelope, breaking the seal on the back and sliding free the documents inside, scanning over them. "You're offering me a job...again?" he asked, glancing up at the other man.
Nakamori nodded, taking a puff of his cigar. "We need you, Saguru, you were the best we had, not to mention the gang unit wants you back. Think about it, Saguru. You were best, when you were chasing Kid."
"Kid's dead, Ginzo, so how am I supposed to be that way again?"
"Are we sure?" Nakamori asked softly, sliding a plastic envelope across the desk.
Saguru raised an eyebrow, picking up the plastic coated letter, eyes scanning over the words before heading back to the top, slowly digesting what he was reading. "They lay beneath the chapel stair, then on a rubbish heap. Two flowers cut from a strangle-vine, and buried in a vase. Or were they?" Saguru's eyes darted up to Nakamori, who waved him on, taking another puff of his cigar.
"Naught remains but an ink-pot; a rumour on feathered wings. Ghostly darkly 'cross newly pure snow. He's heading to London?"
"That's what the big brains down at the station say."
--
"Flight BA0006, Narita to Heathrow is boarding now at Gate L, Flight BA006, Narita to Heathrow is boarding now at Gate L."
"That's us," Saguru said, standing and grabbing his travel case and laptop.
Conan yawned, standing and grabbing his own bag, nudging Kaito who had fallen asleep. The magician awoke with a snort, grabbing his bag and passport, double checking his cellphone to make sure the freight flight with his equipment had taken off before following Saguru, who had gotten in line behind a boy curled in an old Victorian era wheelchair.
"Koizumi Eden and Tanaka Ask, we've been waiting for you." the stewardess said, giving the pair a bow and leading them onto the plane.
"He looks familiar," Kaito murmured, tilting his head to the side.
"He should, he was your prey two date nights ago." Saguru muttered, following the pair onto the plane after having their passports checked.
"Oh yeah..." Kaito suddenly got a wicked grin on his face and Saguru slapped him upside the head. They took their seats, just a few rows back from the pair in front of them.
Eden glanced over his shoulder and grinned, waving at them before being jerked down by his companion who glared at him. Saguru snorted, setting his travel case under the seat in front of him, before pulling out his laptop, starting work on the new case file, wondering why the hell he was chasing after a ghost.
"Are you sure they're going to like me?" Kaito said softly, staring out the window. It was rare for Kaito to show his self-doubt, but something that had happened more and more as time passed since Kiden's death.
"They're going to love you, Kaito. Just like they do here. Just like I do." Saguru said, leaning in to brush a kiss behind Kaito's ear.
"Hopefully not like you do," Kaito muttered with a smile.
--
"I'm going to go get a drink," Eden muttered and Ask snorted, flipping a page in his book. "Got something to say about it, pipsqueak?"
"Just curious as to what you're drinking," Ask said. "I saw him head into the back with that little slut of his."
Eden flicked Ask's ear. "We don't call Saguru a slut."
"I meant Kaito." Ask muttered, rubbing his ear.
Eden flicked his ear again before standing and heading for the back bathrooms and galley were located. Noticing that he had passed most of the stewards on the plane, he choose to check the galley first, smirking as he heard a familiar giggle behind the pulled curtain. Glancing back behind him, he jerked the curtain open, slipping in and shutting it, smiling sweetly at the shocked faces of Saguru and Kaito. "Mind a third?" he asked, stepping closer to the pair.
--
Ask looked up, as two aspirin hit the tray across the bars of his wheelchair. He raised an eyebrow at the brunette sitting next to him, before looking back at the aspirin. "What's this?"
"You look like you're in pain," Conan said, pulling a battered detective novel from his bag, opening it.
"I don't need your help," Ask said angrily, jerking on his own travel bag and pulling out a true-crime novel.
"No, but I might need yours." Conan said softly and Ask turned, glaring.
"Kudo Yuki, born in 1998 to Kudo Kogami and an un-named father, disappeared until he appears at the age of ten in Tokyo Memorial, suffering from a severe infection in his legs, the result of a surgery."
Ask stared at Conan, before snorting. "Kudo Shinichi, born in 1990 to Kudo Yuusaku and Kudo Yukiko , a great teen detective, known all over Japan until he mysteriously disappears one cold night in 2007 at Tropical Land. That same night a young boy named Edogowa Conan appeared, and was later connected with detectives Mouri Kogoro and Hakuba Saguru, currently dating Koizumi Akako, who is pregnant via artificial insemination of what rumours say, is Kudo Shinichi's child."
"You're good," Conan said, looking at Ask from the corner of his eye.
"It's in the genes." Ask said, before closing his book and raising his head, looking at the steward's chair before them. "What do you want, Shinichi?"
"I want to know what you have to do with a Suzuki Kidoko."
"She's my girlfriend." Ask said, sighing as he accepted the glass of ice and small bottle of rum from the steward. "Or at least, she used to be," he said as he poured the bottle into the glass, downing it.
"Problems in paradise?" Conan asked softly, studying his cousin's profile.
Ask laughed, a bitter, broken sound. "You should know by now, Shinichi, there is no paradise for us. Just empty dreams."
--
"Put that over there...no, your other left, Mitchell!" Kaito ran a hand through his hair, staring at the mess of boxes, bags and lockers that contained his London stage show. He sat down on a locked box, wiping sweat from his forehead and taking a long drink of the water next to him before jumping to his feet as something exploded, spraying the room with confetti. "This is ridiculous," he muttered, before heading to figure out what was going on.
He had grabbed a tray of wine-glasses used in the triple juggling act after sorting out the mess with his new assistants, heading over to the 'fragile' section of the warehouse, freezing when he spotted a figure in the open doorway.
Kiden brushed a lock of newly dyed and cut brown hair from his eyes, blinking at the dim interior of the warehouse before spotting who he was looking for, staring at Kaito. He gave a smile, shifting the strap of the messenger bag against his hip, jumping slightly as the tray of wine glasses Kaito had been holding went crashing to the floor.
Kiden rushed across the room grabbing Kaito's hand, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket to try to stop the bleeding from a shard of glass in Kaito's palm. The magician blinked at him, eyes sightless, mouth moving though no words were leaving. Kiden had just wrapped Kaito's hand in the handkerchief when he heard something.
"Saguru..." Kaito whispered, before collapsing in Kiden's arms.
--
Ask stared at the thick wooden door that lead to the office of Hakuba Thomas, Chief Superintendent of the Metropolitan Police of London. Swallowing, he pushed open the door, wheeling himself inside and allowing the door to close itself behind him.
He stared at the portly man behind the desk, wheeling himself closer, flicking a lock of blond hair from his face. "Hello, father."
Title:Conjour's Masquerade
Authour: Saitaina
Rating: R (chapter)/NC-17 (full story)
Characters/Pairings: Kuroba Kaito/Hakuba Saguru, Edogowa Conan/Koizumi Akako, Kuroba Mika (Kaito's mother)/Jii, Nakamori Aoko/Male OC, Nakamori Ginzo/Female OC (Maria), Kuroba Rose (Kaito's little sister), Bohdana, Saguru/Eden, Kaito/Kaitou Kid, Eden/Ask, Eva/Pan, Lily, Hakuba Thomas
Summary: It's been seven years, since the death of Kaitou Kid, but there is still one thing out there, Kaito and Kiden left un-finished.
WARNINGS: Sex, death, illness, MAGIC, slight religious content later.
Chapter Information:
Title: Serenade of a Shallow Death
Summary: Ask's identity is discovered, Kiden makes a decision and the gang heads to London.
Notes: *cough* hope you guys like Ask because he seems to be sticking around. And look, plot! Somewhere...
Chapter Five: Serenade of a Shallow Death
If you cannot get rid of the family skeleton, you may as well make it dance. -George Bernard Shaw
"I'm horny," Lily said, wrapping her arm around Eden's neck and pressing up against him.
Eden grinned, leaning his head down to brush his lips over Lily's lips, using his tongue to gently open her lips, groaning as her tongue met his. He shifted them, heading towards the edge of the dance floor, intending to lead her in back, when he bumped into another couple, too busy trying make-out then pay attention to where they were going.
Eva gave Eden a shove, smirking at his apologetic look, angling Pan out of the way. "And you're a great thief?" she teased, avoiding his hand darting at her head.
Eden took Lily's hand instead of her mouth, leading her through the dancers before heading for the back room again, snagging his wallet from the table the gang had as they passed. Lilly pressed him up against the wall the moment the curtain closed behind them, plastering her body to his.
"You have a stalker, by the way." she whispered as she nibbled on his ear.
"Oh?"
Lily nodded, turning them around so Kid could lift her up on his hips, his hands sliding under her skirt, tickling her thighs. "He's been following you all night," she hissed, as Kid's hands removed the clips of her left garter.
"Anyone we know?"
Lily shook her head, and straightened out her leg so Kiden could better reach the knife she hid against her thigh. "He's new, or at least, I don't recognize him."
"Did he follow us?" Kiden asked, brushing his lips against hers as he ground up against her.
"Behind you, over your left shoulder, hidden in the darkness of a doorway."
Kiden nodded and gave her another kiss before suddenly letting go of her, turning and throwing the knife in the direction she indicated. There was a cry of pain from the shadows and Lily slipped a butterfly knife from the side of her top, flipping it open as she rose from her crouch, walking with Eden as they moved into the shadows.
A penlight appeared in Eden's hands and he knelt, shining the light on the figure's face, frowning. "It's Korn." Eden murmured, before retrieving the knife he threw from the man's stomach."
"Should we get rid of him?"
Eden stared at the man for a moment before standing, pulling a small towel from his pocket. "Do me a favor and handle it? I don't want to get dirty," he flashed Lily a grin and headed back for the club, listening for the sounds of wet blood hitting the floor and walls as Lily slit the assassin's throat.
He took a seat at the table next to Ask, reaching out and brushing his hands through the boy's blond curls.
"Enjoy yourself?" Ask asked, sipping his drink.
"Mm, not as much as I would have with you." Kiden said with a smile, leaning in to brush his lips over Ask's.
--
"Hello, Kudo Kitsuka? This is the Kyoto Family Registry office. I'm fine, thank you, but I was doing an annual review of your registry and noticed a mistake with your son, Kudo Yuki's birthplace...Oh, you don't have a son? Do you happen to know if your branch of the Kudo family might have a child named Kudo Yuki? I would really like to get this on the right registry...uh huh, uh huh, thank you very much."
Conan pressed a button on his computer to disconnect the call, looking up at Saguru who was watching him as he made notes in a case file. "Apparently, Kudo Yuki is the son of a Kudo Kogami," he said, replying to Saguru's un-asked question. He lifted the small mouthpiece that had been changing his voice, once more returning to the pre-teen male he was instead of an older female. "And according to the registry mum emailed me, Kudo Kogami is my father's cousin."
"So, you are related to this boy," Saguru said, stroking his chin.
"Why are you so interested in this?" Conan asked, shutting down some applications on his laptop, returning to his homework.
"Because I want to know why this boy was in your sister's bed. Not to mention, he's curious in and of himself. There's no record of him, no birth, no schooling, he simply appears and disappears at will, without leaving a trace."
"Until now," Conan said, glancing at the picture next to him, staring at the blond in a wheelchair, caught on a video camera. Conan frowned, lifting the picture and turning back to his laptop, clicking through a few applications before bringing up another picture, glancing back and forth between the picture in his hand, and the one on the screen. "Ne, Saguru, maybe you should find out from your parents if they know a Kudo Yuki."
"Why is that?"
Conan turned the laptop around, displaying Saguru's photo from his graduation, before holding up the picture of Ask. "Because he looks a lot like you."
--
It was odd, for Eden to touch Ask without wanting something in return, mainly sex. Not that Eden wasn't a tactile person, in fact, he was very much one. Touch, next to food, was what nourished him. He always touched people, from holding Lily's hand to curling with Bohdie, even Pan wasn't safe, as Eden more often then not leaned against the taller man when he could.
He touched everyone, except Ask.
The last real time Ask could remember Eden touching him, outside a fight or the bedroom, would be the day Eden saved his life. Ask had come to in a cold, white hospital room, terrified and rather violent. The didn't have the drugs to sedate him and were attempting to strap the ten-year-old down to the bed, when Eden stepped in, climbing into the bed behind Ask and holding the boy tightly, whispering in his ear as the saw started that would remove the dead and dying flesh from the lower half of his body.
Ask often wondered why, he was the one excluded from the sensation fest, a bit jealous as he watched Eden interact with the others, and starving himself for the touch he never got. It wasn't just that he wanted Eden, it was just...now one really touched him, and hadn't for as long as he could remember.
So, it was rather odd, to wake up one morning, sleepily floating on the hazy half awake state that came from a good night's sleep, to find hands lazily tracing up his spine. His fist reaction was to freeze up, survival instincts long ingrained into his body, but as the fingers lightly traced down his spine, veering off every once in a while over a scar left over from the attempt on his life, Ask could feel his body slowly relax, soothed under the gentle touch.
Warm oil was suddenly dripped onto his back, pooling in the small indention where his spine curved. Hands slid through the pool, coating and spreading, before fingers dug in slightly to his back, causing Ask to groan as Eden's hand started to work out the kinks from sitting in a wheelchair all day. Usually his massages came from his physical therapist, or on a rare occasion, Lily or Eva, but the feeling of Eden's talented fingers across his back relaxed the teenager far better then any of the other three could.
As his back relaxed, muscles becoming a liquidy soup, those slick hands moved down, sliding over his bare body to his thighs, tense after another attempt at learning to walk with prosthetics. He gave a whimper, pressing his body more into the bed beneath him, hissing at Eden hit a particularly knotted bit of muscle, before letting out an easing breath as the pain flowed away and pleasure flowed into his body.
--
"You can't keep this from him, Saguru." Conan said, looking up from his homework.
"I have to, Conan. This would destroy him if we're wrong." Saguru countered, shuffling reports, resisting the urge to start banging his head on the solid oak and marble desk. Who knew quitting your job would have so many loose ends.
"Kaito deserves to know that Kiden might be alive. It destroyed him, when he died...faked his death, whatever. He didn't get out of bed for two months, he's still aking those damn anti-depressants."
"Yes, which is why I'm not telling him until we're sure! What if we're wrong? What if this is some amazing coincidence and this is not Kiden? How much more would it take until I lose him too? I refuse to put him through that."
"Saguru..."
"No, Conan. I need to do this for me, because I need to know if he really is still out there, if he...if he had reason for this. I can handle being disappointed, Kaito cannot." With that, Saguru returned his attention to his paperwork, indicating the subject was closed.
--
"Things are moving faster then I expected if they're already sending assassin's after you." Pan muttered, sipping his beer as he watched Eva on the dance floor.
"I know, I thought I'd have at least another month." Eden muttered. He tilted his head back, closing his eyes tightly. "This is it, isn't it?"
"Hmm?"
"This is the start, after this..everything changes."
"You knew it was coming, Eden, you put the ball in motion."
Eden was silent for a moment, picking at the label of his beer before looking up at Pan. "Do you ever regret it?"
"Regret what?"
"Joining me. Know that you've painted a target across your back."
Pan looked up at Eva, watching her for a moment before looking back at Eden, running his fingers through the boy's hair. "I left my doubts in Italy, when you asked me to join you, Eden. I knew when we wired that building that my life would always be on the line. So no, I don't regret joining you."
Eden smiled and leaned against Pan, watching Ask at the bar before sighing. "Let's go upstairs, I need you to help me with something."
--
"You know, the Superintendent isn't happy about having a civilian on this case again." Nakamori said, taking a seat across from Saguru, lighting his cigar.
"Is this your pathetic attempt to get me back?" Saguru asked with a smile, setting an ashtray in front of the older man, taking his seat again and studying the man.
"No, that was just me commenting, my pathetic attempt is this," Nakamori said, offering Saguru a thick manila envelope.
Saguru took the envelope, breaking the seal on the back and sliding free the documents inside, scanning over them. "You're offering me a job...again?" he asked, glancing up at the other man.
Nakamori nodded, taking a puff of his cigar. "We need you, Saguru, you were the best we had, not to mention the gang unit wants you back. Think about it, Saguru. You were best, when you were chasing Kid."
"Kid's dead, Ginzo, so how am I supposed to be that way again?"
"Are we sure?" Nakamori asked softly, sliding a plastic envelope across the desk.
Saguru raised an eyebrow, picking up the plastic coated letter, eyes scanning over the words before heading back to the top, slowly digesting what he was reading. "They lay beneath the chapel stair, then on a rubbish heap. Two flowers cut from a strangle-vine, and buried in a vase. Or were they?" Saguru's eyes darted up to Nakamori, who waved him on, taking another puff of his cigar.
"Naught remains but an ink-pot; a rumour on feathered wings. Ghostly darkly 'cross newly pure snow. He's heading to London?"
"That's what the big brains down at the station say."
--
"Flight BA0006, Narita to Heathrow is boarding now at Gate L, Flight BA006, Narita to Heathrow is boarding now at Gate L."
"That's us," Saguru said, standing and grabbing his travel case and laptop.
Conan yawned, standing and grabbing his own bag, nudging Kaito who had fallen asleep. The magician awoke with a snort, grabbing his bag and passport, double checking his cellphone to make sure the freight flight with his equipment had taken off before following Saguru, who had gotten in line behind a boy curled in an old Victorian era wheelchair.
"Koizumi Eden and Tanaka Ask, we've been waiting for you." the stewardess said, giving the pair a bow and leading them onto the plane.
"He looks familiar," Kaito murmured, tilting his head to the side.
"He should, he was your prey two date nights ago." Saguru muttered, following the pair onto the plane after having their passports checked.
"Oh yeah..." Kaito suddenly got a wicked grin on his face and Saguru slapped him upside the head. They took their seats, just a few rows back from the pair in front of them.
Eden glanced over his shoulder and grinned, waving at them before being jerked down by his companion who glared at him. Saguru snorted, setting his travel case under the seat in front of him, before pulling out his laptop, starting work on the new case file, wondering why the hell he was chasing after a ghost.
"Are you sure they're going to like me?" Kaito said softly, staring out the window. It was rare for Kaito to show his self-doubt, but something that had happened more and more as time passed since Kiden's death.
"They're going to love you, Kaito. Just like they do here. Just like I do." Saguru said, leaning in to brush a kiss behind Kaito's ear.
"Hopefully not like you do," Kaito muttered with a smile.
--
"I'm going to go get a drink," Eden muttered and Ask snorted, flipping a page in his book. "Got something to say about it, pipsqueak?"
"Just curious as to what you're drinking," Ask said. "I saw him head into the back with that little slut of his."
Eden flicked Ask's ear. "We don't call Saguru a slut."
"I meant Kaito." Ask muttered, rubbing his ear.
Eden flicked his ear again before standing and heading for the back bathrooms and galley were located. Noticing that he had passed most of the stewards on the plane, he choose to check the galley first, smirking as he heard a familiar giggle behind the pulled curtain. Glancing back behind him, he jerked the curtain open, slipping in and shutting it, smiling sweetly at the shocked faces of Saguru and Kaito. "Mind a third?" he asked, stepping closer to the pair.
--
Ask looked up, as two aspirin hit the tray across the bars of his wheelchair. He raised an eyebrow at the brunette sitting next to him, before looking back at the aspirin. "What's this?"
"You look like you're in pain," Conan said, pulling a battered detective novel from his bag, opening it.
"I don't need your help," Ask said angrily, jerking on his own travel bag and pulling out a true-crime novel.
"No, but I might need yours." Conan said softly and Ask turned, glaring.
"Kudo Yuki, born in 1998 to Kudo Kogami and an un-named father, disappeared until he appears at the age of ten in Tokyo Memorial, suffering from a severe infection in his legs, the result of a surgery."
Ask stared at Conan, before snorting. "Kudo Shinichi, born in 1990 to Kudo Yuusaku and Kudo Yukiko , a great teen detective, known all over Japan until he mysteriously disappears one cold night in 2007 at Tropical Land. That same night a young boy named Edogowa Conan appeared, and was later connected with detectives Mouri Kogoro and Hakuba Saguru, currently dating Koizumi Akako, who is pregnant via artificial insemination of what rumours say, is Kudo Shinichi's child."
"You're good," Conan said, looking at Ask from the corner of his eye.
"It's in the genes." Ask said, before closing his book and raising his head, looking at the steward's chair before them. "What do you want, Shinichi?"
"I want to know what you have to do with a Suzuki Kidoko."
"She's my girlfriend." Ask said, sighing as he accepted the glass of ice and small bottle of rum from the steward. "Or at least, she used to be," he said as he poured the bottle into the glass, downing it.
"Problems in paradise?" Conan asked softly, studying his cousin's profile.
Ask laughed, a bitter, broken sound. "You should know by now, Shinichi, there is no paradise for us. Just empty dreams."
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"Put that over there...no, your other left, Mitchell!" Kaito ran a hand through his hair, staring at the mess of boxes, bags and lockers that contained his London stage show. He sat down on a locked box, wiping sweat from his forehead and taking a long drink of the water next to him before jumping to his feet as something exploded, spraying the room with confetti. "This is ridiculous," he muttered, before heading to figure out what was going on.
He had grabbed a tray of wine-glasses used in the triple juggling act after sorting out the mess with his new assistants, heading over to the 'fragile' section of the warehouse, freezing when he spotted a figure in the open doorway.
Kiden brushed a lock of newly dyed and cut brown hair from his eyes, blinking at the dim interior of the warehouse before spotting who he was looking for, staring at Kaito. He gave a smile, shifting the strap of the messenger bag against his hip, jumping slightly as the tray of wine glasses Kaito had been holding went crashing to the floor.
Kiden rushed across the room grabbing Kaito's hand, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket to try to stop the bleeding from a shard of glass in Kaito's palm. The magician blinked at him, eyes sightless, mouth moving though no words were leaving. Kiden had just wrapped Kaito's hand in the handkerchief when he heard something.
"Saguru..." Kaito whispered, before collapsing in Kiden's arms.
--
Ask stared at the thick wooden door that lead to the office of Hakuba Thomas, Chief Superintendent of the Metropolitan Police of London. Swallowing, he pushed open the door, wheeling himself inside and allowing the door to close itself behind him.
He stared at the portly man behind the desk, wheeling himself closer, flicking a lock of blond hair from his face. "Hello, father."
