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7/28/13: EDITED

Nakamori bit down on his cigarette. A bad habit that earned a lot of scolding from Aoko, but maybe she would let it slide tonight. The officer driving the car next to him was also twitching. It had been a week since the last heist, the one where the phantom thief disappeared without taking the prize. There had been no note of explanation or anything from the thief. The taskforce gave up after a few days. Maybe the bastard had an emergency situation. But Nakamori wasn't so sure.

It was only an hour ago when they finally received a message from the suddenly quiet thief. It wasn't like his other merry annoying ones. This one earned a shock from the inspector. It wasn't on the usual index card nor was it typed. The note was handwritten and on notepad paper. He sighed and looked at the note again.

Help

(Kid Doodle)

The words were shaky and hard to make out. It would have been a completely normal note from the thief. A prank no less….if it weren't written in blood.

It was delivered by a dove that collapsed with a wounded wing in his office. After getting the poor thing to calm down and get its wound wrapped, Nakamori called the higher ups. As soon as the dove was capable of flying, use it to find the thief's location. Fortunately, it was only a small scratch and its flying skills weren't damaged. The task force set out immediately.

Nakamori cursed and looked up. He could barely make out a small white thing flying in front of them. This little guy better not lose him.

"It turned left." He yelled to the officer who nodded sharply. The trail of police cars followed. They were in a small district only fifteen minutes away from Tokyo.

"Turn off the sirens!" Nakamori yelled into his radio. They were close. He knew it. The lights illuminating the streets turned into darkness as the red and blue sirens disappeared, turning the road dark and eerie. The dove made a sharp turn and landed on a branch in front of a mansion.

He had the other cars park in surrounding streets. According to the people in this area, they said this street hasn't had any of the houses bought yet so it was basically abandoned.

Nakamori clenched his teeth shut, crushing the remaining part of the cigarette. He let it fall to the ground before grinding it with a foot.

He signaled his partner to go to the back. With the other man out of sight, he took out his pistol and reached for the door. The thief was most likely abducted during last week's heist. No telling what the KIDnapper did to him.

The door was surprisingly unlock, lucky but not a good sign. He entered the silent house slowly and signaled his men to follow him in a few minutes. The house was dark and large, however the most noticeable thing was the smell. The inspector nearly lost his dinner as he entered. The air was contaminated with a coppery scent that could only be blood. He backed up against a wall, one hand over his mouth.

Calm the fuck down. I don't have time for this shit. Where could that annoying thief be? With a slow breath, he composed himself shakily and backed away from the wall.

Nakamori continued walking quietly further into the house. To his surprise, the house was well furnished. Wasn't this entire street suppose to be abandoned?

Deciding that questions could wait, he walked into a hallway and opened the nearest door. With a gasp, he backed away in shock. Inside was a young woman lying only a few feet away from his feet, stabbed in the heart, dead.

Homicide had never been his cup of tea.

He closed the door immediately, taking another deep breath.

He needed to find the thief fast. He didn't know how much of this could he take.

He froze when he heard a thud upstairs. It was very faint; it must be the third floor. He rushed up the staircase, ignoring all the other doors. He had a feeling each held something unpleasant. When he reached the third floor, the inspector swallowed and went straight for the door at the end of the hallway. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard a blood curling scream of a woman followed by a gunshot. He burst through the door and held his gun up.

"POLICE! You're under arrest!" He nearly choked on his own words. The smell of blood was ten times stronger in this room than it was in the living room.

The figure standing in front of him was a man. The faint moonlight shining in through the broken window barely allowed enough light for the inspector to see his features.

Even so, he could tell this man was no saint.

He was holding up a young woman by the neck. She was inresponsive and limp. Nakamori's grip on his gun tightened when he saw blood dripping down her body, making a disgusting puddle around the man. In the corner of his eye, he saw a trembling white figure.

Kid.

In a sudden flash, the man dropped the dead woman and ran straight for the thief. Nakamori cursed himself for getting distracted and pointed the gun at the culprit. He had the thief in a headlock, gun pointed at his head.

"Don't get any closer or he dies." The man hissed in an inhumane voice.

"C-calm down, put the gun down." Nakamori stalled for time, he looked around desperately, looking for something, anything to turn the tables around.

He looked at the thief, hoping he had something up his sleeves. Kid was trembling and clawing at the man's grip, giving a strangled whine. The frantic look in his eyes told the inspector that he didn't have any plan besides trying to draw a breath. It was up to him now. Nakamori's grip on the trigger grew tighter.

A shot rang out.

The man gasped as his shoulder was sliced open. He let go of the thief in pain and pulled away. Nakamori turned to see his partner standing at the the doorway, gun in hand. Kid had scrambled away to the far corner of the room. The man glared at the two officers and looked down at his own gun before laughing madly.

"Guess it's over now." He whispered sadly. Before the two could do anything, another shot rang out. The man dropped dead with a hole in his head. They wouldn't be arresting anyone this time.

There was a moment of silence. Only the sound of rough breathing and panting was apparent in the room. The adrenaline running through their veins a few seconds ago began to dissapear. A full minute had passed before Nakamori cleared his throat, attempting to take control.

"Inform the others! Have them search this place! There may be more than just these two bodies." Nakamori shuddered at the thought of the first room downstairs.

"I surveyed the first floor before coming up here, keibu...T-there were dead bodies in every room...Don't know about the second or this floor." The officer said, turning white. Homicide isn't his cup of tea either. They both blinked as they remembered the reason they were here in the first place and looked at the thief. He was huddled in the corner shaking visibly.

"K-kid?" Nakamori said gently. The thief gasped and winced, retreating in on himself even more. The taskforce leader frowned and approached the thief carefully. He was not liking the way the thief was acting. This wasn't the way Kid would usually act. He would be grinning and mocking them. He would say 'what took you so long, keibu?' He would be doing anything but sitting in a corner like some frightened child.

Kid looked up and Nakamori almost stopped, the look in Kid's eyes was anything but composed. If anything, he looked almost hysterically feral.

The thief let out a small cry when the inspector was a few feet away from him. In a flash of white, Nakamori felt himself being knocked down. He sat up in confusion and his eyes widen when he saw the thief kneeling a few feet away from him, holding his gun. The other officer began aiming, when Nakamori held up a hand halting him.

Kid was shaking and gripping his prize tightly. His eyes were wide and frantic. He pointed the gun in Nakamori's direction.

"S-stay away." He yelled in a shaky voice. Nakamori blinked in disbelief. Kid, the Kaitou Kid was aiming a gun at him. What else could go wrong? He shook his head slightly, getting back up and began walking towards the thief. He saw Kid back away with a soft hiss, his gloved hands fumbling over the trigger.

"Kid, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. You're safe." He tried again softly. The phantom thief lowered the gun slightly in confusion, as if truly pondering what the word 'safe' mean. His eyes widened and he readied the gun again.

"L-liar….your lying. H-he said that too…." He stammered and glanced down at the dead man with a shudder.

"I'm not like him." Nakamori hissed and glared at the dead bastard before composing himself and continuing. "Believe me I'm not going to hurt you, trust me okay? Drop the gun."

The thief started shaking his head, but stopped. He slowly turned to actually stare at Nakamori's face. As he did, Nakamori noticed the many cuts and flakes of dry blood clinging onto his pale face. After another few seconds, the inspector finally saw some recognition in the thief's deep blue eyes.

"N-nakamori….keibu? "

The man sighed in relief when he heard the soft whisper and nodded. The thief looked overjoyed for a split second and Nakamori also felt a twinge of relief. But it didn't last for long.

Sensing that the danger was finally over, exhaustion took over as Kid dropped the gun and collapsed onto the floor. Nakamori ran up to him and froze when the thief began grabbing his head in pain. He wrapped an arm around the thief's back and surveyed his body for wounds.

He wanted to vomit as he did.

Kaitou Kid's usually pristine, white suit was more red than white. The absolutely revolting smell of copper and death clinged to the thief. His skin looked clammy and flaky with dried blood. Gunshot wounds, cuts and severe bruises covered his body. Nakamori heard his partner swallow nervously from behind him. There was not one spot on the thief that wasn't tainted with the horrors of this house.

"...Kid, you're hurt. We need to call the rest of the police force and get you to a hosp-"The thief's eyes snapped opened and he stared at the man with absolute horror.

"N-no!...no...NO! NO police, I don't want to. No police!" Kid grabbed his head again and shook it violently. The other officer came close and the thief looked at him in fright.

"No police!" He yelled desperately and began to frantically try to get away from the both of them.

"Okay okay! No police. I promise you that. Calm down." Nakamori said in a rush, grabbing the thief by the shoulders firmly. He didn't need the phantom doing what he did best right now. Escaping.

He looked at his fellow task force member. The man looked back at him with confusion, waiting for an order.

"Wait outside, and tell the others to come in after I take him to hospital. No ambulance, I'll bring him in my car. Call the homicide department too." His partner nodded before running out the opened door, not looking back.

"There, the police are gone." Nakamori turned back to the trembling thief who nodded faintly. His eyes widen when a small trail of tears began falling down the boy's face. Because that was all he was. Just a boy stuck in this utter chaos.

"T-there was blood…e-everywhere. All those…p-people died here b-because of me." Kid looked down as his red soaked gloved hands in horror as he continued crying quietly. He choked on a silent sob, burying his face in Nakamori's sleeves. The inspector sat there in shock, unsure of what to do. For Christ sakes, he was a experienced police inspector. He wasn't supposed to comfort a thief. Especially not a thief he had been chasing half his life. But he didn't push away. Something about the thief's face reminded him of a certain event.

The inspector looked up from his newspaper when he heard the door open and close. He turned back to the article, figuring it was his daughter coming back from school. However he froze when he heard quiet sobbing.

Eight years old Nakamori Aoko entered the house, crying.

"What's wrong Aoko?" Nakamori abandoned the paper and ran up to his daughter.

"It's K-kaito! He wouldn't talk to anyone, not even me. I said his name so many times, but he wouldn't answer. Is he mad at me?" Aoko sniffed, rubbing her wet eyes on her sleeves. Nakamori hugged her daughter tightly.

"No no, it's not you. Give him some time and he'll speak to you again." He couldn't blame the boy. Toichi was the boy's role model. Losing him was a great shock.

After sending his daughter to bed for a nap, he received a phone call.

"Hello? Ginzo-san?" Kaito wouldn't be at your place by any chance, would he?" Chikage's frantic voice greeted him.

"N-no, Kuroba-san. I haven't seen him at all today. Is something wrong?" He gripped the receiver tightly when he heard the woman gasped.

"H-he didn't come home after school so I thought…oh dear god." He knew she was near tears when he heard her voice crack.

"Calm down, Kuroba-san. I'll go look for him. You stay put and wait at home in case he shows up." He hung up and went for his jacket. He had an idea about where the boy was.

He ran out of the house just as the first rumbling of thunder in the distance started. He ran and ran until he reached the woods behind the school playground. Kaito always talked about how he and Toichi would always practice new magic tricks there. It was their secret hiding place. It had to be here.

It had started raining hard and the boy was still nowhere in sight, at least until he heard a faint whine. He turned and squinted. The officer gasped when he saw the child huddled against a large tree, rain dripping down his small frame.

"Kaito-kun! What are you doing out here! Your mother's worried about you!" He kneeled in front of the boy. The child sniffed and lifted his head. It was stained in tears and rain.

"Tou-san's a liar! H-he said he would always be waiting for me here. B-but he never showed up. I waited and waited b-but…HE'S A LIAR!" The boy began sobbing again. Nakamori's heart nearly broke at the sight. Without hesitation, he bent down and pulled him in for a hug. This boy needed comfort now and he was the only one who could give it.

The thief gasped as Nakamori pulled him in for a hug albeit an awkward one. But it was still a hug. His arms were strong and warm. A father's arms. He hadn't felt this since… His eyes watered again and his poker face fell. He was too tired. Too god damn tired. For the first time in so many years. He cried openly and bitterly into the inspector's arms.

First chapter done. Please R&R! ;)