Rejuvenate Chapter 1

This is based vaguely off of a Hetalia fanfiction I read a long time ago. I thought it was pretty awesome so I saved it. Sadly, I think the author took it down and I do not know the author's name :( But I love the concept so much that I wanted to apply it to Detective Conan. So if someone remembers that story's author or is the author xD then I hope you don't mind me using the concept.

The first chapter will be rated T but the chapters after that will most likely be too strong for that xD I will be changing it soon to M so keep a lookout for that.

Enjoy

Day 00

The silence in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department was disrupted by various noises.

There were gasps of shock, retching, yelling and maybe even some sobs.

It sounded as if a storm had raged through the building and left a disaster in its wake to clean up.

What really happened wasn't that far off.

"What kind of sick fuck-"Nakamori had bit his lip hard in order to keep his emotions under control. He glanced around and watched some of his best men look away, disgust and fear shining in their eyes.

Sawada was on the ground, vomiting into a potted plant, but no one could blame him. Tsukano had excused himself to go to the bathroom to do the same thing in a more dignified manner. Nakamori himself had thrown a chair across the room in his fury.

Megure's department was here as well. The female detective had looked livid and was only standing in one place because her partner had held her back. Megure and Shiratori were looking over the items with grave expressions, refusing to let their ire affect them.

But they all held that same haunted look of disbelief and hopelessness. When the departments had gathered mere minutes ago to analyze the evidence, they met it with shock. As they searched for more details, they only grew more terrified when the truth was handed to them in black and white.

Phantom Thief 1412, the Kaitou Kid, was discovered missing a mere few hours ago. It was a heist night. Like every other heist the thief had pulled for the past two years, it started with a loud explosion of smoke and confetti.

The chase began, as usual. Kid pulled impossible pranks on the taskforce while laughing in his infuriating manner and Nakamori barked orders on the top of his lungs. Hakuba Saguru and Edogawa Conan were safely incapacitated by a syrup trap on the 32nd floor of the Midtown Tower.

But then Kid just disappeared. He hadn't even taken the jewel. He was just gone.

The taskforce and detectives were confused at first. They had no idea why the hell Kid staged all this crap only to chicken out last second. The taskforce had to begrudgingly admit that jewel case wasn't even that well-protected. The thief could've gotten it easily.

But he didn't.

They didn't think much of it at all. The taskforce shrugged, called it a night and left the building, apologizing to the owners. The detectives also went home, frustrated at the lack of an explanation for the thief's disappearance.

It wasn't until early next morning did the taskforce finally received the dreaded news.

Tokushima Taisei, a 58 year old janitor at Midtown Tower had hobbled down to the lobby, shaken and panicked. He had made his way up to the roof early morning to help clean up the aftermath heist mess. While sweeping at a corner of the roof where people seldom wander, he had come across the horrifying objects.

The management had immediately called the police department and the police made them swear to keep quiet about this in return.

They had forensic teams make their way to the roof of the busy building covertly, not wanting to draw in the media sharks so soon.

But there was nothing to be found. No fingerprints, no sign of struggle or blood. The only clues left behind were a silver pistol that gleamed dangerously and a plastic bag containing ripped and bloodied clothing that could only belong to Kaitou Kid.

That pistol and bag of clothes were sitting on the table innocently while the police department eyed it warily.

But it wasn't these two objects that had half the team sick to their stomachs. It was the photo that was crudely attached to the plastic bag.

The photo was of Kid. If they hadn't known better, the task force would've laughed, denying that the figure in the picture was the smirking, playful bastard.

But they did know better.

The photo was of Kid, bloodied and battered, not even conscious by the looks of it. His body was barely clothed enough to provide him any sort of decency. Nakamori shuddered to recall how pale and thin the thief's chest was. It looked like the body of a growing child, not one of a full grown man. The arms were toned and muscular, but even then they looked too young. His legs were a milky white color that was blemished by wounds.

That too young body held all the signs of torture. There were bloody welts and large bruises that were turning a deep purple strewn across his chest, arms and legs.

His arms and legs were also tied by ropes that wrapped around repeatedly, leaving virtually no possibilities of moving, let alone escaping.

What made Nakamori see red was the metal collar around the thief's pale neck. It was a simple ring of metal, attached to a chain that extended beyond the range of the photo.

It looked like a dog collar.

Fucking disgusting.

Kid's head was hanging down; more proof that he probably wasn't lucid at the time the picture was taken. Nakamori could faintly see the monocle charm dangling about.

The inspector had spent half his life chasing this thief. Sure, Kid was infuriating and made his blood pressure spike dangerously high. He yelled and chased the thief and the thief just laughed.

And laughed.

And laughed.

And laughed.

...

He wasn't laughing now.

And Nakamori hated that even more.

He snapped out of his dark thoughts when he heard Megure clear his throat. The task force looked up and Megure's own squad did as well.

The homicide inspector looked around, confirming that all eyes were on him, before he continued in a stern tone.

"We all know what happened and can safely conclude that...Kaitou Kid has been taken and tortured by unknown assailants. There were no witnesses and according to the security team at the Tower, surveillance did not catch anything either. We do not know where he is being held either. The background of the photo is vague and does not provide enough clues. Even if he is a criminal, this...torture cannot be justified in any way. Kid will face our national laws and punishments, not the laws and punishments of others. We need a plan of action."

"Yeah, I have a plan. How about we fucking find the thief and not just sit here blabbing?" Nakamori growled sharply, giving the photo another look before shutting his eyes with a shudder.

He couldn't take it. Kid was his jurisdiction. Kid was his responsibility. And Kid had been taken from right under his nose.

Megure's steely eyes soften a bit and he sighed, patting his fellow inspector on the shoulder.

"I understand your anger, Nakamori-kun. But we need more information. They were like shadows, there wasn't a trace." He said softly.

"Well, keep looking." Nakamori sighed tiredly, all the fire lost.

"We will."

It was dark.

He could barely remember anything.

All he could remember was pain.

It was dark.

He could not feel his limbs at all.

Actually, he could barely breathe.

He was somewhere cramped and tight, he could barely move.

It hurt.

Everything hurt.

He was so tired.

His skin was broken in so many places and congealed blood covered his body.

It was disgusting.

The position he was in hurt a lot.

He felt himself being moved though.

He could feel the occasional bump and there was a soft humming noise that was lulling him into a false sense of security.

Everything was throbbing.

But he was so very tired.

Within another few seconds, he had nodded off.

Only to be rudely awaken by a sting of cold, icy water.

He opened his eyes wide and winced. He was no longer in that dark place. They must've moved him while he slept.

The sudden light was too much for him and he felt blinded momentarily.

A rough hand grabbed his hair and lifted his head up, making him groan in pain.

"Welcome, pet." He heard a low chuckle and his stomach turned uneasily.

Where am I?

Hakuba could not believe it.

He had gone to the police station the day after the heist, intending to look through some files on the thief for some clues to why the thief might've bailed out on the heist gem. Was something wrong with the gem? Did the owners set up a secret trap without telling the task force?

Summer vacation had just begun a while ago and the British teen was looking for things to keep himself occupied. Graduation was still fresh in his mind and he chuckled when recalling the spectacle that Kuroba had performed at the closing ceremony.

He had decided to stay in Japan for college studies. His father was enthusiastic about his choice while his mother disapproved, wanting him to return to England.

But the recently turned 19 year old knew that he could never permanently return to England anymore. Life here in Ekoda was just too interesting to let go.

He was slightly irked by the fact that Kuroba abandoned the heist after all those bloody traps. Hakuba swore he could still feel the syrup in his hair.

He had drove Edogawa back to Beika after letting the boy clean himself up at his home first. He had told Hakuba there was no way he would go back and "get scolded by Ran-neechan for getting syrup on the carpet".

The boy was strange but after two years of falling for the same traps at heists, the two detectives have formed some sort of bond. The nine year old had referred to themselves as the 'Unfortunate Victims of Kid's Jokes Club' but Hakuba had denied being called as such.

They respected each other's skills and would often find themselves stuck at a crime scene together. Sometimes the loud, idiotic Kansai detective was present too but Hakuba would just zone him out with ease.

So the two would sometimes talk and have tea. It was strange talking to a child that understood everything that he said while staring back at him with those knowing azure eyes.

But Hakuba did not care. A detective was a detective. Age did not matter.

And Edogawa Conan's skills were terrifyingly sharp.

However, Hakuba knew he had to keep this case a secret from Edogawa.

No matter how mature the boy may act, he was still a child.

He did not need to see this.

"Why would they leave the pistol and photo." He stated rather than asked as he stared down at the evidence on the table with a glare.

He had walked in to chaos. Task force members were loitering around the halls, all looking sick and tired. All the other departments looked busy as well.

He had walked into the meeting room and demanded to be briefed of the situation at hand.

His hands were clenched into fists, knuckles white. He couldn't keep his eyes off the photo and the more he stared, the dizzier he felt.

Kuroba...

"That's the part we don't understand. Why would they deliberately leave behind evidence? If they wanted to take out Kid, they could've done so secretly and we...would have never known." Takagi spoke up quietly.

That much was true. If the janitor hadn't found the clothes and pistol, the police would've never known Kid was missing in the first place.

"That's the point. They want to be noticed. They want to be seen and acknowledged for their...work." He gritted his teeth, running his gloved hands over the pistol.

"B-but wouldn't that put them at risk of being discovered?" A task force member spoke up shakily and Hakuba shook his head.

"They're arrogant." He said stiffly, pausing for a moment to regain his composure.

"They are confident. They know that even with the evidence handed to us on a silver plate, we won't be able to find them. They're completely sure. They must think this is some kind of twisted bloody game. And they enjoy playing with us." He analyzed and deduced stoically while the police officers glowered at the thought of being toyed with.

"We will find these bastards." Nakamori scowled, looking at the photo again.

Hakuba nodded.

"Since this is a game to these people, they won't stop at this." He gestured to the sickening photo. "They'll continue to taunt us without fail. We will wait...then we will strike back."

Megure's group nodded and so did the task force.

It would be painful, but they would wait and endure.

And hopefully they would be able to retrieve Kid before it was too late.

They did not have to wait long. For the very next day, a package arrived.

Phew! That's like the longest prologue I ever wrote *wipes sweat off brow* I would love some feedback for this ^^ maybe even some suggestions if you have some.

Also, very important question! Pairings! Who would you like to play a bigger role later on in this fic with Kaito-kun? Hakuba or Shinichi? And sorry it has to be yaoi for later plot reasons.

Thanks for reading! Reviews are appreciated.