Chapter 3 Last chapter of this three-shot, thanks to everyone that reviewed, read and supported this fic.

Another note: Botchama = Young Master

The first beams of sunlight awoke Conan. He groaned irritably. With a grunt, he sat up, shivering at the cool dawn air. He was NOT a morning person. He blinked slowly, trying to comprehend what happened. That's when last night's events came rushing into his head, creating the mother of all headaches. Right, Nezu, his men, Kid was shot and- He remembered his own words. We'll wait here until morning, if he's not gone by then….we'll….get real help.

He turned his head towards where he last saw Kid before falling asleep. His heart fell yet again, when he found the thief lying in the exact same position. He shot a glance at the Detective Boys; they were huddled together, holding on to each other tightly for some source of comfort after the previous night's horrors. Conan ached for the ruined childhood of these kids. He would have to make it up to them someday.

He slowly got up and went towards the magician.

Kid didn't look any better than he was the night before. His face wasn't as pale as it was previously, which was a plus. But when Conan put his hand to the thief's forehead, it was as hot as a coal stove.

"Oi, Kid," He whispered, prodding the other teen's shoulder gently. He was rewarded with a soft groan, but nothing else.

"Kid, I'm serious, you have to get up." He hissed again, shaking even harder.

"Hmm?" The Kaitou finally opened his eyes.

"Tantei-kun?" Kid croaked hoarsely.

"Get up." Sensing the urgency in the detective's tone even through his cloudy mind, Kid nodded weakly and tried to get some feeling back into his body. There obviously wasn't enough blood in his system for his body to circulate well. It took him a few tries before being able to use his arms to support his upper body. One hand immediately reached for his surprisingly bandaged abdomen.

"Did you…" He began.

"Yeah, we all worked our behinds off trying to keep you alive." Conan paused before raising an arm and smacked Kid hard on the head.

"Ow, what was that for?" The thief hissed, removing his hand from his stomach to favor his pounding head.

"For being a complete idiot!" Conan almost yelled. He pointed to the Atermis's Teardrop laying a few meters away, making Kid wince inwardly.

"I told you to sit still and you decide to crawl a few goddamn meters and bleed out even quicker! You could have died last night because of that, you idiot!" Conan took a quivering breath and composed himself. He didn't mean to let out that sudden outburst, but he was really pissed. Last night, when he saw the thief in that big pool of blood, he had thought Kid had died. That Kid had become another body for him to examine. That Kid was gone because he had come to late…like all the murders he had encountered in his life.

"I'm sorry…" Kid's voice snapped Conan out of his thoughts.

"Eh?"

"I said I'm sorry, tantei-kun. I'm sorry for making you all worry. I'm sorry for making you and your….friends break the rules in order to help me out." Kid looked away and watched the Detective boys sleep, oblivious to the two's conversation.

"….Barou…sometimes the rules are not always right….helping a wanted criminal like you might be against the rules…but…Kid…" Conan looked straight into Kid's lilac eyes with a serious expression.

"Kid…you're not a bad person…"

"Tantei-kun, are you attempting a joke?" Kid smiled and Conan deadpanned.

"I'm serious…you…risk your life to protect others. You could have easily left without caring for those kids….but you didn't. You turned around….you would rather get yourself shot then allow those kids to be hurt…."

"No one gets hurt, remember, tantei-kun-"

"That applies to you too! You think that getting yourself hurt in place of others is following that motto of yours?" Conan glared heatedly and Kid turned away and stared at the floor silently.

"Go." Kid froze and glanced at Conan in disbelief.

"Excuse me?"

"I said go, you stupid thief….think of it as repaying you for protecting the kids once again….but if you ever get yourself hurt by saving others in that reckless way of yours….I will hunt you down and kill you myself, you understand?"

"Tantei-kun….." The Kid paused before scoffing softly.

"I promise, scout's honor." He finished with a mock salute and grin, making Conan roll his eyes.

"How many American movies do you watch?"

"Meh, enough to annoy tantei-san to death." He replied vaguely with a fond smile, making Conan raise an eyebrow.

Kid slowly pushed himself to his feet, biting his lips softly at the strain of the stitches. Swaying slightly, he leaned against the wall for support.

"Here." He glanced down at the piece of long metal the detective offered him.

"This is…?"

"Leftovers from your cape….and here, it was wrapped up with your jacket too…."

"Ah, thank you." He whispered, reaching out slowly to grasp at the thin stick-like metal. It was freezing to touch, but it kept him standing so he didn't mind. He also took the other object from the detective's hand and stuffed it in his pants pocket. He got up, deciding to leave his bloodied, cut-up shirt unbuttoned, less strain on the stitches this way.

The Kaitou felt Conan's eyes trained on his back the whole time he hobbled towards the exit. Conan had left it open last night.

"Ne, tantei-kun?" He said out loud when he was halfway out the door.

"What?" He smiled at the boy's exasperated tone and turned his head, giving Conan a genuine look of gratitude.

"Thank you…for everything." Without another glance, Kid stumbled out into the forest. The faint rays of sunlight were peeking over the trees and he squinted before continuing.

"Barou! This is a one time thing; don't expect me to go easy on you next time, stupid thief!" He heard the indignant voice from inside the cave and laughed.

Sighing softly, he leaned against a tree and reached into his pocket, pulling out the object. He scoffed and lifted his hand and pressed the monocle in place on his face. He then pressed the small triangle charm. There was a sudden sound of static that disrupted the silence, and he waited for it to clear up.

"….M-shi, mo-hi? B-tc-ama?" Kid cleared his throat, annoyed at how hoarse and dried it felt.

"Aa, Jii-chan, it's me."

"Kaito-botchama! You had me worried! We agreed to it, didn't we? Because of increasing trouble during your heists, I installed a wireless radio to the monocle, why didn't you answer last night?" The static cleared and the older man's worry easily slipped into his tone. Kid swallowed.

"I'm sorry, Jii-chan, I-I couldn't get to it."

"…What do you mean botchama? Are you injured?"

"….Something like that."

"Goodness, your father in heaven will never forgive me for thi-"

"Anyway, can you pick me up? I…don't think I can get off the island by myself. My glider was trashed and I don't think I can row myself off."

"Kaito-botchama, are you that hurt badly? What happened?"

"J-just come, I'll explain later…please Jii-chan."

"…I understand, wait by the shore out of sight, I'll find you when I get there. It was Koyakejima Island, am I correct?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, I'll see you then, botchama." A click at the other end was heard and Kid sighed again.

He pushed himself off the tree trunk and continued hobbling towards the shore. It was going to be a LONG walk.

An hour later, he was at the shore. He panted hard as he leaned against a large shady tree. It was pretty much out of sight to people who weren't looking carefully so it was a good place to wait. He sighed as the salty breeze blew into his body gently. The makeshift stiches were strained and he could feel the blood starting to leak through again. The blueness of the ocean was really starting to hurt his eyes.

He closed them slowly. Maybe he should take a rest...

"-chama, Kaito-botchama!" His eyes snapped open and Jii was hovering over him worriedly. Ah, that's right; he had finally made it to the shore, which had taken him almost an hour. His wound was burning to death so he leaned against a large, shady tree. He must've dozed off.

"Jii-chan?" He mumbled rubbing his eyes.

"Thank goodness you're alright. We need to get out of here, botchama. That wound of yours looks serious." Jii scolded, gesturing to his bandaged torso.

"Ahehe, I guess it is." The thief grinned sheepishly as Jii pulled him to his feet, supporting him all the way to a small motor boat.

"Where did you get that?" Kid questioned.

"I rented it from the beach, botchama, how else would I have been able to come get you...are you feeling alright?"

"Eh? Sure, wonderful." Kid lied; he was sure as hell that he wasn't feeling wonderful. He could barely see two feet in front of him.

"Botchama, you better not be lying to me." Jii grunted as he helped his young master into the boat, glaring at the boy once they settled in.

"Okay, okay, I feel like I just got ran over fifty times by a bus, you happy now?" Kid pouted, leaning back against the boat, watching Jii start the motor.

"Not quite, botchama. You still haven't told me what on earth happened to you..." Jii frowned at the teen as they began moving away from shore.

"Can we talk about this later? I'm about to fall asleep." Kid whined, looking at the other with pleading eyes. Jii's frown deepened and his eyes travelled down to the bandages. They weren't really bandages and small dots of blood were beginning to seep through. He would eat Kid's top hat if those weren't bullet wounds. What had the little troublemaker gotten into his time?

"Alright, but this conversation isn't over yet, botchama, I expect a full explanation when you have fully recove-" He stopped and chuckled in exasperation. Kid had already nodded off into the oblivion of sleep, head drooping slight as the boat rocked in a calm pattern.

The assistant watched silently before chuckling again, shrugging off his overcoat and gently, he covered the thief's upper body.

"Seriously, no matter what he says, he is still a child isn't he, Toichi-sama?"

"Ah! Where's Kid-san!" Ayumi exclaimed as soon as she awoke. She sat up, glancing around rapidly, looking for any sign of the wounded teen. The two boys asleep next to her also stirred.

"Eh? Kid? Ah! Is he gone?" Genta yelled, looking around in the same manner.

"He's gone." They turned to the speaker.

"C-conan-kun! D-don't tell Kid-san di-"Ayumi was on the verge of tears.

"No, I meant he left already." The detective rolled his eyes and the other three sighed in relief.

"Do you think he's alright?" Mitsuhiko pondered and the other two nodded in agreement.

"He better be." Conan sighed, glancing out the door, the same door Kid exited a few hours ago.

"Let's go guys; we should get some help now. I'm sure Ran-neechan and the others would've noticed that we are missing by now.

….. Ending Song: Hello, Mr. My Yesterday

"Ow, Ow, OW! Christ, Jii-chan that hurts!" Kaito yelped into the pillow he was grabbing onto for dear life as Jii began wiping the wound carefully with a wet towel.

"If you weren't so reckless, you would not be in this situation, botchama. This is the only way for you to keep the stitches intact while cleansing them. " He had to admit; whoever did these stitches weren't half bad.

"But still, it hurts." He whined as another stinging pain struck him.

"You're not going anywhere for a while botchama. Looks like you'll have to call in sick for the entire week." Jii frowned, applying some hydrogen peroxide to the wound for good measure.

"Crap, Aoko's going to kill me-ACK!"

…

"Conan-kun! Where were you guys! I was worried sick!" Ran yelled loudly, making the Detective Boys wince.

"G-gomen, Ran-neechan, we were chasing Kid and-"

"And you got yourself caught up in a case again! They had guns too!" She pointed at the men on the balcony being rounded up by Nakamori and the taskforce.

"Mah Ran, at least the little shrimp and his friends are safe, but who I'm really worried about is Kid-sama! SO gallantly, he risked his life to save these brats and got wounded himself, my hero! Oh, I hope he lives to start another adventure!" Sonoko sighed dramatically, in tears.

Ran took a deep breath and tried to keep her temper. Her gaze travelled away from Conan's guilty-stricken expression. She frowned when her eyes landed on the dark red splotch on the ground. From her many years of seeing crime scenes, even she knew that the amount of blood on the ground wasn't good.

"I wonder if Kid is alright.…." She mumbled softly, still staring at the dried patch of blood.

"Oh, he is. He better be." Conan smirked knowingly.

After all, we made a promise.

Bleh, I think this chapter sucked. Eww…I don't like it. But anyway, this story is now finished. Thanks for reading. I was a bit tired so there might be mistakes in grammer and spelling. Please tell me if you spot some. Sorry if I make your eyes bleed from the bad quality. :/ Review if you can.