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He emits a strong and pure vitality, similar to the one she sought. He, who has the cunning of the devil, and keen eyes that can gaze into people’s hearts. The man from the prophecy, the demon of light.
Just who is he?
"I repeat! Seal off all entrances and exits of the clock tower immediately, and don’t open them until I give the word!” He commanded into the microphone attached to his helmet, which is connected to the police’s radio. Blue scrutinizing eyes scanned the layouts of the clock tower in his laptop, as words of compliance on the other side of his speakers streamed into his ears. His lips stretched into a grin.
“Now he’s nothing but a bird in a cage with his wings clipped.”
The man who was sitting beside him dropped a sweat as he said that.
•
Jeez , Kuroba Kaito thought with a chagrin as the beam of a flashlight shined upon his back, followed by the shouts of two fellow policemen. The inspector’s really on the ball today! He thought amusedly, then frowned. Or is there someone else advising him? He mused curiously. But who could it be?
“Megure!” Nakamori Ginzou shouted into his walkie-talkie, glaring at the helicopter hovering outside the window. “So it was you! What are you doing here? And with some brat, no less! I’m the commanding officer here! And we’re not even in the same division!”
Megure Juuzou laughed awkwardly as the other man kept on vocalizing complaints after complaints. “Sorry, sorry,” he said apologetically to the angry inspector. “But I promised him I’d let him ride in a helicopter today, and thought I may as well bring him to the scene while we’re flying一 huh.”
He didn’t manage to finish his sentence however, as his communication device was stolen by the boy he brought along.
“Inspector,” the boy spoke on behalf of his inspector friend, his eyes trained on the clock tower where the presumably thief was inside. “I hate to be rude一” that earned an eye twitch from the inspector beside him, because the last time he heard, stealing objects and interrupting someone’s conversation were also considered as rude. “But we don’t have the time to argue. If you want to catch that thief, please follow my orders.”
“What?”
“He’s been exposed before pulling off his heist, he’ll be feeling unsettled. Since the cogs of his plan are coming apart, this is our chance to make an arrest.”
“Wh-who was that? ” The man muttered into the radio while he took off his helmet. “Who the hell are you?!”
“Kudou Shinichi,” he answered the man’s inquiries, the helicopter he was occupying inadvertently strayed further away from the building, allowing rays of moonlight to ablaze upon his skin, illuminating his deep blue orbs, quite unnaturally so. “A detective.”
•
The clock is swaying?
He thought nonplussed as he stared closely at the swaying handless clock as the helicopter circled the tower in a reasonable distance, producing a delighted smile at the cheap trick. He then requested the pilot to draw closer towards the clock, receiving a confused look from the inspector. But afterward, he too understood, as the sharp blades of the vehicle continued to graze into the night’s air, creating wind, resulting in the screen covering the clock to further sway.
“If you must call someone here,” KID said to the befuddled inspector Nakamori, who was peeking from the hole of the clock. “Please do so after cracking the code in the center of the clock’s face,” he implored, tapping the clock’s surface with the toe of his shoe. But then, he let out a confused noise as his heightened ears picked up the sound of the swishing blades of a helicopter, and it was getting louder.
“Let me borrow this for a second,” Shinichi politely asked while not-so-politely intruding into the depths of the inspector’s breast pocket, causing the man to yelp in surprise. He took out a gun that resides within, opening the helicopter’s door, and began to aim in the direction of one of the screen’s ropes.
“Wait a minute, Kudou-kun一” Shinichi fired without hesitation, and inspector Megure nearly had his heart dropped. The rope of the screen broke at the impact of the bullet, startling the thief and provoking the other inspector to demand the identity of the shooter.
Shit! The thief cursed, flattening himself against the wall as the wind made the screen waver, it wouldn’t do if the shooter was to immobilize him. With the helicopter this close, my hang glider won’t get me anywhere! What do I do? He gripped his card gun in agitation. What should I do?
Koizumi Akako watched on the streets, her heart fluttering anxiously at the events unfolding above. She bit her bottom lip, and closed her eyes. Hear me, sinister spirits roaming through Hell, she began to chant in her mind, grasping her bead necklace. By the Crimson Covenant . Flames flicker beneath her feet, surrounding her being. I command you, turn your vessels to flame and give me 一
Shinichi flinched, he whipped his head towards the other door as though he heard the beckoning call of death. Inspector Megure voiced his confusion as Shinichi went past him, the firearm left forgotten on his seat, looking through the window as though he was searching for something among the crowd. That aura , Shinichi frowned. It couldn’t be 一
“You mustn’t, Akako-sama,” her servant forbade her before she could finish the spell, his hands clutching at her arm. “You know what will happen if you use your powers in front of all these people!”
“But if I don’t一” she pursed her lips, gazing at the clock tower where Kaito is, surrounded by helicopters, alike an unfortunate soul captured by a shiver of sharks. If I don’t do something, she furrowed her penciled eyebrows, gritting her teeth. Kuroba-kun will 一
It’s gone , Shinichi noticed, eyeing the people below, and found nothing out of the ordinary. Was it just my imagination?
“Um, Kudou-kun?” Inspector Megure tapped his shoulder, obtaining his attention, then he pointed towards the clock where the screen was flapping uncontrollably. “The thief is escaping.”
“Eh?”
KID shot the other three ropes that were holding the projectile screen onto the clock while the shooter was distracted, letting it flow against the wind. He used the screen to hide and escape from the shooter’s aim. The screen then landed on the tree, shocking the passerbyers. Some fans were trying to look underneath the cloth to spot their idol, but the thief seemed to have disappeared during the commotion.
Shinichi gaped in astonishment at the thief’s absconding, before chuckling.
“Hey, Megure!” the radio buzzed, alerting the two occupants in the helicopter regarding his presence. “Don’t tell me you were the one who shot at me!”
“Oh, I wasn’t the one who fired一” inspector Megure started but then he was rudely interrupted once again by a hand grabbing his walkie-talkie.
“By the way, inspector,” Shinichi continued, oblivious to the other inspector’s disgruntled look. “Did he leave you any sort of message?”
“Yeah, he did. Something about a code or something.”
Shinichi blinked. “A code?”
Megure hummed in puzzlement, eyeing his laptop screen which showed the code the thief had left them with squinted eyes. But no matter how much he brainstormed, the code remained mystified. “I don’t get it at all,” he gave up as Shinichi peered behind his shoulder to see the code. “Are you sure this is what he etched into the face of the clock?”
“Yes, I’m sure!”
He sighed. “At any rate, this is important evidence,” he said to the other inspector. “Until this is solved, the clock’s scheduled relocation will have to be postponed.”
Inspector Nakamori scoffed. “I don’t need you to tell me that!”
“Well, still, everything worked out in the end,” he chortled uncomfortably, attempting to calm the hot-headed inspector. “The clock tower is safe, and the heist ended in failure.”
Beside him, Shinichi let out a snicker, observing the clock on the tower with his elbow propped against the door. The thief’s objective was not to steal the jewels embedded on the hands of the clock. They deliberately left a code to leave the clock tower to the police’s possession, to save the construction from relocation. So in actuality, the heist ended successfully. The thief must have been fond of the clock tower to take such measures to prevent it from moving.
“By the way,” Shinichi turned to the inspector. “I never found out the name of that thief一” He halted, seeing at how the inspector was concentrating to solve the code to the point of blurring out the rest of the world, he relented to ask. Oh well, he could learn the thief’s name next time. But the bigger question is...
Why was the Crimson witch here?
•
“Crystal ball!” Akako summoned forth, her hands slamming onto the table that holds the glimmering ball made out of magic crystals, and upon her call, the ball began to shimmer.
“How may I help you, Akako-sama?”
“Tell me,” she demanded, her hands fisting on the table’s cloth. “Who is this demon of light?”
The crystal ball did not provide her with answers, instead, she sensed a shift from her mirror. She darted her pupils towards said furniture, and saw the reflection forming an image, a silhouette of a person, then it showed a man, donned in blue uniform.
“Kudou Shinichi,” the words went out of her lips before she could register it. Kudou Shinichi, his face, without fail, would always appear on the front page of the newspapers, having solved another crime. He had been called by many names, the detective of the East, the modern day’s Holmes, the savior of the police force, and一
“He is indeed Kudou Shinichi, Akako-sama,” her crystal ball chirped behind her. “He is the undefeated detective who had solved thousands of cases the police could not even fathom, because of him, many murderers were put into prison!”
Akako sighed, massaging her forehead. To think that it was just a detective, but there had been something about him that unnerved her. “You don’t need to tell me that, I know who he is一”
“And he’s the same as you, Akako-sama!”
She faltered in her steps. “What?” She stared at the ball with her eyes blown wide, her expression was that of a shock. Don’t tell me… another witch?
“Kudou Shinichi, similar to Akako-sama who is the heir of the power of red magic, is the rightful heir of the power of blue magic. But of course, he is just as weak as a feeble compared to Akako-sama’s magic!”
“Blue magic?” She furrowed her brows as she pressed her fingertips on her chin, foraging the word through her memories. “He’s a descendant of blue magic sorcerers? But, I thought they had gone extinct!”
“Except for one family, Akako-sama, although their power had lay dormant for many centuries, it is just now that the power arose.”
She remained quiet for several moments, staring into her crystal ball before bursting out laughing, her servant eyed her worrily from behind. “How amusing,” she stated, her long polished nail tapping into the crystal ball and appeared Kudou Shinichi doing his homework on his desk. “A witch as a detective, who would’ve thought?” She giggled, flashing a wicked smile.
•
A year and a half later.
There were unexpected guests in KID’s heist.
Conan cursed violently but silently, gripping his bruised and swelling ankle with a pained hiss. It was unexpected, he had been running through the fire escape stairs and had his ankle stuck between rails in desperate flee when the shooting started. He panicked, and dislocated his ankle in the process.
He glanced from the edge of the large exhaust fan, his temporary shelter, to the open rooftop where KID was seemingly conversing with a man in black uniform, with a gun aimed to KID’s chest.
He let out a quivering breath at the sight of the man. The man who dressed in black. Black. Could that man possibly be one of them? Does that mean KID is involved with them too? Just what is going on?
KID took a step forward and a bullet marked itself into the ground, centimeters away from his shoe. Conan flinched as the man barked out a laugh. “I don’t think it is wise to move, Touichi!” He cackled, and Conan winced, he did not mean to hear that. “You’re surrounded! There’s no way for you to escape!” Conan clicked on his night vision button on his glasses, and saw approximately twenty men on three different buildings, on their front, left, and right, but there were none on the back, because the police were there. “So why don’t you be a little good bird and hand over the jewel!” All the snipers were wearing night vision goggles as well. “And perhaps you would have a painless death.”
The thief remained quiet for a few seconds, surveying his surroundings and was considering his options when his eyes caught the sight of a hair tuft belonging to a familiar child he knew very well. He chuckled, placing his gloved hands into his pockets and lazed his shoulders, receiving a confused and frustrated look from the other criminal. He then took out said jewel, and had the man tensed.
“I’m not quite sure if this is Pandora,” KID hummed, scanning the gem as Conan stiffened, Pandora? “But sure! you can have it! Here, catch!” He tossed the gem into the sky and the man leapt forward to capture it. In that moment, KID let out a rascally grin before the rooftop was engulfed in white smoke. Then a soccer ball flew out from the mist, and exploded into brilliant colors, momentarily blinding the other men in the other buildings.
Conan bit his lip, his foot ached from the forced movement, then he felt large arms circling above his waist and was brought into a man’s chest. “Hold on tight!” KID warned him before he jumped off the roof, and activated his hang glider, ignoring the shouts of angry men.
“What about pa一” Conan paused, shaking his head, he hoped the thief didn’t catch his stutter. “The jewel! KID一!” His eyes were met with sapphire, and he heaved a sigh of relief. The jewel he threw must have been a replica then, he wondered if KID always prepared those at every heist, which would mean this had not been his first encounter with those men. His thoughts were too drifted to notice how KID’s arms tightened around his chest.
KID dropped him off on the Mouri’s detective agency rooftop, but he had yet to set him on the ground. Having noticed the huge swelling on the little detective’s ankle, he doubted the boy could walk.
Conan was about to interrogate the thief regarding those men in black when KID suddenly sat down on the roof, lifting his swollen ankle above and placed a bag of ice on his warm skin.
He shivered at the unexpected coldness, as KID wrapped his ankle with a bandage. The thief’s sudden act of kindness had his words die in his throat, and so he remained quiet, watching the thief do his work while enjoying the night’s breeze. It was a shame that he could not see the stars from here.
“Tantei-kun,” KID pronounced slowly, breaking the comfortable silence. Conan turned his head towards him, and saw the thief was watching him with a hint of hope and wretchedness. He sucked in his breath, he had never seen KID this emotional before. “Do you know Pandora?”
The boy’s silence was all the answer he needed, he blew out his breath and gave out a cold laugh. To think all this time, his answer had been chasing him all along. “Is that,” Conan started hesitantly, his fingers fidgeting. “Is that what you're looking for?”
“Yes, it is,” the thief admitted so easily that Conan could not believe his ears. “Please tell me everything that you know.” He hugged him tightly, as if afraid that he would disappear, his possibly biggest lead. “Please.”
He could not refuse him anymore, not when the thief had pleaded to him. He sighed, he didn’t think he was this soft-hearted. “Fine.” He could feel the thief’s joy radiating when he said that. “But not in this place. Do you know where the Kudou’s manor is?” He questioned and received a nod. “Then take me there, I’ll tell you everything but in exchange.” He pointed a finger at the thief’s surprised face, narrowing his eyes. “You will tell me why you are aftering Pandora, deal?”
KID agreed, determined. “Deal.”
•
“What are you doing, Kudou-kun? Why have you not returned home yet? Your beloved nee-chan is worried sick for you, especially since there were gun shootings on KID’s heist. You’re not in some kind of trouble, are you?”
Conan laughed guiltily at the girl’s angry tone, scratching the back of his head. “Um, no, I’m not, but uh can you make up an excuse for Ran that I’ll be staying at Agasa-hakase’s house? I have something to do, please, Haibara! I’ll make it up to you!”
He heard the girl sighed on the other side of the screen. “Treat the children and me to sushi, while salad for Agasa-hakase.” He heard the elderly man’s disappointment whine in the background, but then he quieted as Haibara scolded him. “Well, anyway, I expect a detailed explanation tomorrow morning, goodnight.” Then she hung up as Conan’s left eye twitched. With Genta coming, he probably needed to borrow more money from his parents.
“Already done with your call, tantei-kun?” KID asked, Conan could feel his uncontained excitement from where he was lounging on his couch. His white clothes were changed to black, a mask hiding his face. “Now I appreciate it if we start talking now.”
“Just be patient,” Conan said, limping to the direction of the basement. He gazed back at the confused thief, conflicted between following the little detective or to stay. “Follow me,” he ordered, and KID hastily trailed after him.
KID had numerous times welcomed himself into the Kudou’s manor, and had been to all of the rooms, but never once did he come across a basement. Well apparently, this specific basement was not like any other basement, in fact, it needed some sort of spell or enchantment or something for the entrance to appear.
“What?” he breathed out, his voice was barely audible. What was once a plain wall now has an entryway to a staircase, one that leads down beneath the ground floor. “What- what did you do? What was that? What just happened?!” He stammered profusely before the laughing face of one Koizumi Akako appeared in his mind. “Oh my God, are you- you一 but you’re a detective! I thought you’re that kind of guy who is all logical and all that and would never believe in anything supernatural! But you’re actually one of them ?! What the actual fu一”
“Are you done?” Conan scowled, tapping his uninjured foot impatiently with his hand on his hip. KID realized that the swelling on his ankle had eased down to a mere bruise, was that the work of magic as well? KID flickered to the boy’s face when he sighed. “If you’ve calmed down, we should go down now, I still want to catch some sleep.”
And down they went.
Each step they took, KID was half-expecting for the smooth, gray walls to morph into dark, run-down bricks like the ones he had seen in every fantasy movie. But none of this sort happened, the walls remained the way they were, he was a bit disappointed at that. They arrived at a small room that looked like any other study room with a small laboratory section on the side, but what made it odd was the crystal ball situated in the middle of the room and a tiny ancient-looking mirror at the corner.
“This,” Conan presented. “Is my hideout.” He smiled, enjoying how the thief was wary to enter a witch’s lair. Later on, the boy took a seat on a chair that was located on the laboratory section, then he offered KID the office chair that was behind the desk. “Why don’t you take a seat? It’s going to be a long talk.”
KID accepted his offer, he relocated the chair to be across from the little detective, and plopped down on top of the cushion, propping his elbow on the armrest and crossing his leg. “So, what is Pandora?”
“To make it clear,” he began, pointing a look at the thief. “I do not know where Pandora is or what it looks like, I’ve only just heard about it.”
“Where did you hear about it?”
“Every two or three years, there will be a witch gathering, that is where I’ve heard about Pandora. According to them, Pandora is a living organism. You can say it’s more like a parasite but it’s not the kind of parasite you’ve heard, it’s an alien parasite. Tell me, what have you heard about Pandora?”
“From what I’ve heard, Pandora is a gem within a gem, kind of like a doublet. The only way that you know whether or not it’s Pandora is that you hold it under the full moon, and it’ll glow red. They say that if you hold the gem under the moon at the time the Volley comet passes, it’ll cry tears, and whoever drinks these tears, they will become immortal.”
Conan blinked. So that’s why he’s always holding the jewels up to the moon , he thought, rather satisfied for having his curiosity quenched. “That’s not so different from the story I’ve heard but it’s still different,” Conan said. “The Volley comet that you talked about is probably the parasite’s transportation means to Earth, and it is true that if it were to be held up against the full moon it’ll glow red. No one knows why it does that, but there is a theory that since the full moon is one of the few phenomena for revealing one’s true self, like a human turning into a werewolf for example, the same thing could happen to Pandora.”
“Wait,” KID interrupted, feeling giddy. “Werewolves exist?”
“Yes,” Conan deadpanned. “Now, continuing on, like I’ve said before Pandora is not a gem but rather a parasite, and it’s terrified of death. This parasite would latch on to any vessel it could find within its vicinity, whether it is an animal, a plant, a human, or an object. And like a hermit crab that soughts for a large shell, it soughts for a perfect vessel, which is why it would change every now and then when it finds a better vessel than its old one. I think the last vessel it had was a treasure hunter.”
“So this thing can infect humans,” KID muttered, frowning. “Wait, does that mean it doesn’t grant immortality then?”
“Oh, that one is true. Like I said, it’s terrified of death, or to be more precise, it’s terrified of not being tangible, of not existing. Because of that, the treasure hunter, its previous vessel, had actually lived over two thousand years until they had been blown to smithereens by a trap. Perhaps Pandora had deemed that person to be no longer useful and decided to take on another vessel closest to it, which was actually a gem.” Conan grinned. “And that gem is probably the one that you’re looking for.”
“I see.”
“And I suggest that you stop looking for it.”
That had got KID to snap up to the boy’s solemn face. “What?”
“Pandora thrives for a perfect vessel, KID, that might be the reason why it hadn’t moved out from the gem, it was waiting. If you were to find it, it would no doubt take over your body.” KID raised an eyebrow at that, did the little detective implied that he was perfect? “And besides, the Ministry of the supernaturals had begun to move to look for this gem, because it is too dangerous to leave it in the hands of a human. We have the tools to capture that parasite safely and a place to keep it.”
“You’re not gonna destroy it?”
“Destroying the vessel won’t kill it, it would simply move to another vessel. And it’s intangible, even magic can’t touch it.”
“But一”
“KID, please, you don’t know what you’re aftering. If you just made a close contact with it, gloveless or not, it will posses you一”
“My father was killed.”
The boy halted mid-sentence, his hand paused in mid-air as he gaped at him, taken aback at what he had just said. “I一 what?”
“My father was a magician.” KID smiled grimly, and Conan rightfully shut his mouth. “When I was eight, he had a magic show. He was doing so well in the beginning of the performance, until his last trick went wrong, and the stage was burned to ashes.” He closed his eyes with a deep frown, wrinkling his nose. He remembered those days vividly. “For eight years of my life I had believed that my father’s death had been an accident, although it always sits wrong with me no matter how many people tried to convince me, then I found out that he was actually murdered by some organization that was looking for a freaking parasite一!” He gritted his teeth, stopping himself from bursting out of anger. Shaking his head, he reminded himself of his father’s words. Always remember your poker face, Kaito . Then he breathed in, and exhaled, calming himself. “Sorry,” he said to the shocked little detective. “I’ve never lose to my anger before, I don’t know what came over me一”
“That might’ve been my fault,” Conan sheepishly smiled, raising his hand guiltily like a student who forgot to do their homework. “I had been making some truth dust in here, kind of like a truth serum but powder version. The leftover dust must’ve affected you, but it’s okay, it’s harmless, it would probably last for a few minutes and it’ll be gone.”
“Ah, okay.” He rubbed his nose, but he didn’t feel any sort of dust flying around the room, is it invisible? “But as I was saying, I will not stop until I get my hands on that gem and smash it in front of the organization who took my father’s life, because that is my revenge, and until that day comes, Kaitou KID must not stop stealing.”
His indigo orbs burned into his blue ones, weakening the little detective’s resolve. At the end, Conan sighed, he had a feeling that the thief will not be changing his mind. “Fine, I won’t stop you.” KID brightened at that. “But whatever you do, don’t touch Pandora, don’t even get near it.”
KID put on a look of disapproval. “Then how will I check if it’s Pandora or not?”
Conan groaned to his hands, he had an idea, but he didn’t like the idea. He whispered silently to his hands, and KID, despite his heightened hearing, could not catch the sentence.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“I said I’ll be the one who’ll be checking the gem,” Conan repeated with a grouse, pinching his nose as KID’s eyebrows rose by their own accord.
“Wait, tantei-kun, are you saying...” He could not keep his smile contained as he said, “that you’re going to be my assistant?”
The boy’s grunt was all the confirmation he needed.
“Aww, I didn’t know you would be so worried about me一 hmpf!” He blinked, his gloved fingers rising to his lips, and felt that it was tightly shut. No matter how hard he tried to open his mouth, it would not budge. He looked up to the boy to demand him to open his mouth and found him blushing, with his elbow on his knee and his hand supporting his chin.
It was such a cute sight that he didn't mind being close-lipped for a few more minutes.
•
"By the way, KID, I wanna ask you something,” Conan added in the living room, where they both were sitting on the couch while drinking warm tea Conan had made for them, and by making it, he used his magic to do the task. He was gifted with KID’s awed look at how the cups and kettle were moving by itself.
KID had stayed the night, Conan as well, in the Kudou’s manor, he was glad that Subaru was currently away for some business. It is now morning, he would need to go back to Mouri’s detective agency in the afternoon. He never thought he would see the day KID is wearing his pajamas. His pajamas as in Shinichi’s pajamas. It had been a bit small for the thief, the thief had grown these past year and a half after all. If he hadn’t been shrunk, he would’ve probably grown to the thief’s height as well.
The thief hummed questioningly, comfortably sipping his tea. “Yeah? What is it?”
“Do you perhaps know the Crimson witch?” Conan asked reluctantly, this seemed as though he was breaching KID's private life after all, even though he had known more than he should. With the information he has now, probably a simple search on the internet would reveal his identity. But he still can’t help but feel a tad bit unfair.
“You mean Koizumi Akako? Yeah, I know her, she’s my classmate.” The thief revealed such information so straightforwardly that made him feel as if his earlier nervousness was just a joke. “How did you know that I know her?”
“I can sense her magic on you.” He wrinkled his nose. “It feels like she has tried multiple times to cast you under a spell, it almost feels like there’s a blanket over you.” Then he grimaced more. “Are those love spells? Jeez, is she in love with you or something? What the hell did you do to make her head over heels for you?”
“Ew, no,” He scrunched his nose in disgust. “Akako just has this obsessiveness of making every man in the entire world kneel on her feet. She’s just mad that I can’t fall in love with her like how every guy is, she even tried to kill me once.”
“Heh, figures. Witches that wields red magic will always feel like they’re the top of the world since they’re more powerful than the average witch. They always have this fixation on dominating the world, which is why no one really likes them. Remember when I said that there will be a witch gathering every two or three years? They don’t even bother showing up, saying that it’s a waste of time to meddle with weaklings or something like that. If something doesn’t go their way, they would just destroy it without a second thought. So, be sure to watch out for her, okay, KID?”
“Uh, I don’t think she’s that bad,” he defended. “She did try to kill me once, but we’ve gone past that and she seemed to be over with it. I’d say our relationship has gotten better, but she’s still trying to slip a love potion or two to me.”
“Huh.” A nice Crimson witch albeit a bit twisted, that’s a strange concept. “So anyway, it looks like you’re immune to love themed spells and potions, that’s convenient.”
“Yeah, and I seemed to be the only one who has this immunity in this whole world, well that’s what Akako said to me.” He shrugged. “Also, you mentioned red magic, are there many types of magic?”
“Yes, like the four elements, there are four types of magic. Red magic specializes in fire, blue magic specializes in water, green magic specializes in nature, and white magic specializes in wind.”
“But, Akako is an expert in love potions and voodoo stuff, I’ve seen her using fire before but that’s rare.”
“Just because she has red magic doesn’t mean that she can only use fire spells. Witches can learn other spells other than their elemental spells of course, but they can’t use other elemental spells that are not what they’re specialized for. Which is why we’ve been grouped by the elements that we specialized in, not because we only use that specific element, but because we can’t wield any other elements than what we've been born with.”
“Oh,” he nodded in understanding, placing his empty cup on the low coffee table. “How about you, tantei-kun? What magic do you specialize in?”
Conan smiled, lifting the liquid he still had on his cup. “I’m a blue magic wielder,” he announced, whirling the tea around before drinking it in the air.
KID gulped. “Does that mean you can control blood too?”
Conan grinned. “Wanna find out?”
“...No.” Conan laughed when KID edged away from him, settling down near the couch’s armrest. “And,” KID went on, waiting patiently for the boy to cease laughing. “There’s actually one more thing that I’m curious about,” he declared, raising one finger.
“Yeah?” Conan inquired between chuckles, throwing his empty cup aside and it floated, as though there was an invisible surface underneath it.
KID spared a few seconds staring at the floating object before resuming, “you said that there’s a witch gathering every two or three years, right?” Getting a confirmation, he proceeded, “does that mean you attended the gathering when you were five or four?” Then he realized something. “Wait, or are you maybe a lot older than you actually look like? Some sort of aging spell or something.” He gasped. “Don’t tell me you’re one thousand years old?!”
Conan shook his head, his shoulders shaking with laughter once again. “Calm down, KID, I assure you, it’s nothing like that. How I became like this, it’s a long story, but since you’ve told me yours, I suppose I should tell you mine. My name is Kudou Shinichi and I have been shrunk by a man-made poison. Nice to meet you, Kuroba-san.”
“...Excuse me?”
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“Spirits of Atlantis roaming upon the ocean floor, by the Azure Covenant, prithee, heed my plea,” he finished, holding on to his bracelet made out of pearls. Orbs of blue began to fill in the room, circling around him in glee, leaving a scent of salt water. He smiled kindly at them, petting one of the spirits. “Hey, guys,” he greeted, and the blues shimmered, but then one pinched him on the cheek. “Ow!” He winced, soothing his cheek with his hand. “I’m sorry that I rarely call you guys.” He poked at the one who pinched him, it wiggled under his touch.
“Anyway, I have a favor to ask of you,” he said, and the spirits whispered among themselves, following the little detective to the tiny mirror at the corner of the room. Conan tapped on the glass, chuckling when one followed his action. Then a man in a black school uniform appeared in the mirror, being chased by a girl with a mop, possibly his classmate.
“Please, can you protect Kuroba Kaito in my stead?” He asked the little orbs, and received waves of acceptance. “Be careful to not let the Crimson witch notice you.” The last thing he wanted was being charred by the witch, from how Kuroba described her, it was obvious that the girl is rather fond of him. “Just hide beneath Kuroba-san’s blanket, and you’ll be safe.”
The spirits nodded before disappearing in a poof of smoke. Conan let out a pleased sound, now he can be at ease.
“Thank you, little ones.”