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It all started, as it happens, with a heist.
It wasn’t even an important heist. The gem was tiny, very unlikely to be Pandora. There weren’t important players —no little detectives, no British nuisances. Only Kaito and the Task Force.
Then everything went south.
First, the Task Force engaged in a shooting. He didn’t want to distract them, so he sent a note for a raincheck. But then he discovered that the other party was the Organization —so he put on his black clothes and approached.
And he was seen. He didn’t know how or who, but suddenly he was being chased and shot.
His usual disguise had protection; his incognito clothes didn’t.
He ended up against a wall, Snake and two other men aiming at him. And then it happened.
Him.
With a whoosh of white he was there, standing in between. Kaito couldn’t see him, he could barely see the suit, but he knew it. It was him.
Kaitou KID attracted the three men’s attention. When he ran, they chased him, and Kaito was left alone.
He leaned against the wall and his legs gave way beneath him. He curled up, with the forehead in his knees and his arms around his legs. He didn’t notice the time go by while he tried to control his breathing.
That’s how Ginzo found him.
“Hey. This is Nakamori-keibu, from the MPD. Are you okay?”
Kaito looked up; he half noticed that Ginzo was approaching slowly, with a raised hand, as if he was a scared wild animal. But as soon as he recognized him, he rushed to him and kneeled at his side.
“Kaito-kun?”
The tears filled his eyes before he could stop them.
Ginzo pulled him and squeezed his arms around him. And Kaito let himself be hold by the man who was a second father to him, who had half raised him, who had taught him how to ride a bike and how to tie a tie, right after being saved by his apparently-not-dead father.