A/N: Do I know what I'm doing? Naaaah. That said, enjoy your read :D

Disclaimer: Nanbaka belongs to Shō Futamata, and Detective Conan/Magic Kaito belong to Gōshō Aoyama.

Prison Days

Prologue

All was quiet within the most secure prison in the world, situated somewhere around Japan, famous for its (almost) perfect 'no-escape' score – it was indeed the one and only:

Nanba Prison.

Which made the 'quiet' part of the previous statement highly suspicious.

If Hajime didn't already know the reason behind that anticipatory silence, he would be sweating bullets by now, trying to figure out what the idiots of his building were going to come up with this time.

As it was, he was still pretty tense, but it was for a very different reason: Building 13 was receiving a new inmate today. And a high profile one at that. Hajime could feel the headache coming, and his stomach pains were already acting up.

He had only recently returned to work after his suspension and the whole disaster that had been the New Year Festival, and Musashi's revelations were already more than enough to keep his mind busy. At least no.15 was keeping to himself recently (which he refused to worry about, because the quieter this particular inmate got, the easier his job). In any case, this new transfer couldn't have possibly come at a worst time.

To make matters worse, his already tried nerves were being put to test by the presence of Momoko Hyakushiki, a.k.a. the Warden, because apparently this new inmate warranted just that much attention. And as usual, she was glaring daggers at him whenever he wasn't looking.

What was it about him that enraged her so?!

Seitarō was shifting next to him, unused to the presence of the Warden all the way to Building 13, while Yamato was just smiling, as was typical for the ever enthusiastic training maniac – although he kept to himself at the moment, duty first and all that jazz.

"It is 1100, the new inmate should arrive anytime now." Hyakushiki announced suddenly, "I want you all to remember not to be deceived by his looks. We're talking about an expert escape artist who fancies himself a magician; be aware that he may at all times try to divert your attention and use misdirection to make an escape attempt. Do. Not. Let. Him. We are Nanba prison, and he was entrusted to us because no other prison in the world could ever hope to contain him. I will not tolerate failure!"

An answering "Yes Sir!" resonated in the entry hall of Building 13, and the newly-found silence stretched on for a few long minutes, until the electronic buzz of the main door opening broke it. It opened on a dozen of guards entering the hall, followed by a cart holding a massive grey case akin to a coffin, then followed again by a dozen more guards.

Hyakushiki waited for them to be in line and salute, before asking them what was on all their minds.

"Guards, what took you so long? You're ten minutes late." she stated, but Hajime was slightly distracted from the answer by Seitarō's fidgeting.

He glanced down and realized the pretty boy of Building 13 was practically vibrating with excitement, earlier nerves long forgotten.

"... so we had to restrain him more thoroughly than before and even add chains to his box, but they mysteriously fell once we reached Building 13's compound." one of the guards finished his report, and the Warden hummed in thought.

A tick formed under Hajime's eye. This sounded like another troublesome case. Why did they all have to be in his building? The other supervisors had it way easier in his humble opinion, and he grumbled to himself while still keeping his face stoic. Unprofessionalism after his recent stunt wouldn't do.

"I see. Well, I am not too concerned. Hajime Sugoroku here already has one escape artist under his care, I believe he will do splendidly. Do not betray my expectations, Supervisor."

Hajime's back straightened automatically under her gaze, and the bald man tried to play it cool.

"Count on me Warden. This will just be another brat to discipline, no trouble at all." he smirked confidently, and when Hyakushiki gave an answering shark-like grin, he shuddered. That woman was way too scary.

(Momoko on the other hand squealed internally in delight. 'I'll count on you forever, please take care of me!')

"Good. Moving on; the new inmate has been issued the number 1312 and will be assigned to Cell 12- we want our two escape artists close for easier supervision. Now, be aware that no.1312 will, if given the opportunity, complain about his number, and the reason behind that – as you will most probably have to deal with his whining – is that his number in the Interpol database was no.1412, a number which was misread as "KID" by a writer and became one of his most famous monikers."

Hajime could swear Seitarō squealed there and then and he blinked in confusion.

"So it really is Kaitou KID!" the guard exclaimed, starry-eyed.

What the Hell?

To be continued...

A/N: Edit: has been divided in shorter chapters

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