Hi! Thanks to everyone that wrote back about the first chapter of
this story, I'm currently finishing editing chapter 3 so hopefully it
will be out in a few days, and chapter 4 is half done(I will tell you
this much, Heiji isn't first-person for that chapter... ^_^) Anyway,
talk to ya all later, and C&C is greatly appreciated. ^_^ Toma-chan,
who has no clue where to fit this into the DC timeline after volume
26, since who knows exactly how time passes in that series... ^_^
Chapter 2, Prisoners
I was lying on something cold, that was my first observation as I
slowly came to, the second was that it seemed like my body was on
fire as I tried to move and stopped with a pain-filled groan. As my
eyes fluttered open and I surveyed my surroundings, I immediately
wished I hadn't woken yet, or even more left the house tonight. I was
lying in a small unfurnished room with no windows, the only openings
seemed to be a door with no sign of a handle on it, and an air grate
near the door that let in a weak smell of cleaning chemicals. A small
ceiling light was our only source of illumination. I now began to
feel the ropes that bound my wrists behind my back, as well as on my
ankles. It occurred to me as I tried to slacken the ropes around my
wrists unsuccessfully that something was preventing me from opening
my mouth. Tape, I thought with a silent curse. What was going on, and
what was I doing here like this?
A small sound, the rustle of clothing on the floor, broke through
my reverie, and I tried to turn my head, barely managing to do so
because of the pain of moving stiff body parts. I could not stifle
the surprised gasp that issued from my throat. I was not alone in my
prison, as I saw the Kaito Kid bound in the same manner I was, but he
still appeared to be out of it. He was still wearing his strange
clothes, even the cape, but there was no sign of his top hat or the
It struck me, as I studied him, that I must have been the first
person to actually see what the Kaito Kid looked like, without any of
his usual disguises or trying to fool people. I didn't feel really
elated as I knew I might have been in another situation, rather, I
must say I felt somewhat humbled, almost in awe. I mean, here was the
legendary thief that even Kudo couldn't catch, countless rumors had
circulated around him for so many years, and he didn't look any older
then me. I was about to try to roll over to him, and see what was
going on, when I heard the voices approaching via the grate.
I rolled back over to where I had been, thankful that I had been
lying away from the door and hoping that whoever it was keeping us
prisoner here wouldn't notice that I had awakened. Maybe I could find
out what exactly was going on. I barely had time to close my eyes
before the door creaked open.
"-- and almost had what we needed if it hadn't been for these two
stumbling into the plan." A person with a gruff voice led the way
into the room, followed by someone that was clicking something in his
hands, a small detached part of my mind observed as I tried to keep
myself looking unconscious. "Are you sure we just can't kill them and
be rid of them?"
His partner, still making the clicking noise that was starting to
irritate me, walked closer to me, his shoes barely making a sound. I
felt myself being grasped by the arm and rolled over slightly, had
they discovered I was actually awake? I concentrated on relaxing my
body, making it appear I hadn't woken yet, even though the movement
hurt so much. I went through the mental skills my sensei had taught
while beginning my kenjutsu classes to try to relax myself. But it
seemed like eternity passed before the hand holding me let go, and I
think stood up, for the clicking sound was above me now. At last he
seemed to come to some conclusion, as he began to speak. "No, no, my
friend, this could turn to our advantage. Do you realize who we have
here?" The obvious silence following his question meant that
his 'friend' had no clue. "This is the son of the police chief of
Osaka. Maybe you don't see the opportunity this presents us, but
think of the possibilities here. We could ransom him, or make his
father do whatever we want." His calm voice surprised me, it was very
pleasant, but in an oily kind of way. It was like if he was planning
a party, only I was to be the guest of honor, so to speak.
The thoughts running in my head at this stopped suddenly with a
chill as I heard his next words. "Plus it's well known in this
organization that he has ties to that missing detective our
compatriots in the East are searching for, he may have an idea as to
the whereabouts of Kudo Shinichi." 'Oh gods', I thought, fear seizing
me in an icy grip. I had a good idea as to who our captors were now,
which frightened me more then anything I've ever heard of, and I'm
typically not afraid of anything. I mean, look what they did to Kudo,
and they were only trying to kill him.
"Maybe we ought to find out when he wakes up, huh?" Gruff voice
asked, a hint of eagerness easily showing in his voice that made a
shiver run up my back. "I could make him talk--"
"No, no," his partner interrupted. He seemed to enjoy saying that,
but it was grating on my nerves. "There are other means at our
disposal, there is no need to get violent." I barely suppressed the
shudder as thoughts of truth serums, hypnosis and other methods ran
rampant around my mind. It was a wonder that they hadn't noticed my
reactions, but then I heard them talking over by where the Kaito Kid
was tied up, as they were now discussing him.
"So what do we do about him?" I was really beginning to hate this
guy, but of course I hadn't liked either of them in the first
place. "Is he important too?"
"Well..." The other person's voice trailed off, as if he were
debating what to do. My heart froze in place for a second, kill the
Kaito Kid? True, it wasn't like I was friends with him, in fact, the
only association we have is that he's a thief, I'm a detective, and I
was trying to capture him. But something made me hope fervently that
they wouldn't, at least not yet. Not before maybe there was a chance
of us getting out of this alive. Besides, I could never feel good
about anyone getting hurt, enemy or not. Kudo once told me, as we
watched a girl being taken away who had tried to kill herself before
he had discovered her back-up plans, of a person he had encountered
that had considered himself too much like his enemies to live. Kudo
didn't feel it was right that someone should kill themselves, to let
them do it would be like killing them outright. I never could forget
the look in his eyes as he said it, there was something painful, even
haunted filling them. I never pressed him for details, it didn't look
like he needed the reminder.
Thankfully the person who was in charge decided in my favor
unknowingly. "I think we'll keep him alive for now, he may know
something as well." I risked opening my eyes for a brief moment to
catch a glimpse of the people holding us here. A smaller man was
staring suspiciously at Kaito, obviously judging by his manner that
he was the owner of the gruff voice, while a larger man knelt to
touch Kaito's cape. Both were dressed in black, matching Kudo's
descriptions, though were not the same people he had run
into. "Interesting clothes..." he said thoughtfully, then shrugged.
It seemed like there was some sort of requirement for the
Organization to have a dopey-looking guy and a suave person partnered
up, I couldn't help thinking with a silent laugh even in the
situation I was in, maybe it equaled out somehow. I quickly closed my
eyes again as they turned away from him. That part of my mind that
was still filing things away for later observation noted that he was
clicking what seemed to be a black lighter in his right hand, though
why that was any importance, I had no idea. Just one of
those 'anything is useful to know' things Kudo says sometimes, I
"I think the effects of the gas that knocked them out should last
a few more hours at most, then we can decide what to do about young
Hattori when the results come in. Gather your sources together, and
we'll-- " What he said next was obscured by the door closing, and the
voices became indistinct as they walked away from our room.
I immediately rolled over to look at Kaito, basically so I could
get up the nerve to convince my aching body to move over to him, but
his eyes were open and looking back at me, apparently he'd been
playing possum just like I had. I showed him my tied hands as much as
I could, my arms were starting to protest being held in such an
awkward position for so long. I was under the impression that he
would roll over to me and I would work on untying him.
What happened next surprised me, even for someone like the Kaito
Kid. He pushed himself up against the wall, closed his eyes in
concentration, and brought his shoulder down heavily on the floor,
effectively dislocating the joint. I winced unwillingly, then watched
with stunned eyes as he twisted his arm to slacken the ropes around
his wrists. Apparently he was doing this in a lot of pain, since
anything dislocated hurts very much, as I found out some months ago
when I was chasing a criminal and finally managed to tackle him,
earning the before-mentioned dislocated shoulder. After some minutes,
his ropes slipped loose and he pulled the arm out carefully, I could
see the sweat beading on his forehead, though he wasn't making any
sound. He opened his eyes, and saw me staring at him. He actually had
the nerve to wink at me before he slammed his shoulder into the floor
again to set the joint back in place. After some minutes of heavy
breathing against the apparent pain, he sat up and ripped the tape
off his mouth.
The tape on my own mouth preserved my dignity, otherwise my jaw
would have hit the ground in shock, which wouldn't have been much. He
coughed softly, then began to laugh. "What a conversation, eh
Hattori? Looks like you're an important person after all. And
me, 'not important'," he said, imitating the smaller man perfectly as
he pulled out a small knife out of somewhere in his clothes to free
his legs. He snorted at the thought and stood up to survey our
prison. Looks like I was getting surprise after surprise today,
because I hadn't believed Kudo when he told me about the Kaito Kid,
one of his big talents besides escaping was to mimic any voice of any
person. I wondered what else our little friend had up his sleeve.
Wait a minute, he was -- Hey! It suddenly dawned on me that he was
making no move to free me! I tried to say something to bring his
attention to me, but all that would come out was something resembling
a snarl. It did its job, however as he turned startled eyes towards
me. I wasn't buying it, being certain that my share of the dilemma
had been on his mind all along. My hands tightened in their bonds as
I knew that even with all of this happening, he was still playing
with me. Well, nothing much I could do but get him to untie me. I
raised my hands again, and glared at him. He walked towards me, and
knelt by my head.
"You want me to untie you, huh?" I nodded my head fervently, and
snarled at him, since nothing else could get around the tape. I could
see now why Kudo was so hot to catch this guy, if things were
different I would have hauled him in and thrown him in jail myself.
Eventually reason set in, and I made myself relax, the ropes were
starting to hurt because of me tensing in anger, and I did need his
help to escape this. He had the small knife in his hand, and now it
moved towards me, but stopped as he seemed to think of something.
"I wonder what would happen if I did free you. Though I know
you'll be grateful, what is to stop you from attracting the nearest
policeman's attention in order to apprehend me once we get out of
this place?" He cocked his head to one side thoughtfully, "Maybe I
should just leave you here..." and without warning, he snatched the
tape off of my mouth.
I yelped, that had hurt! I was barely able to keep my voice down,
I didn't want to catch the attention of our captors. I really wanted
to swear at him, I was very tempted. But that wouldn't help me out of
this, so I calmed myself down again, if I wasn't careful I could end
up with a bad headache. "Listen, Kaito," I said, after several
attempts to make my voice work. It was still somewhat weak though, I
was hoping it would get better soon. "I won't, I promise, from the
way it sounds, I don't think I'll be able to do much of anything with
them on my trail, since they know who I am. You know these are the
same group that's after Kudo too." He nodded, a thoughtful expression
on his face, and I pressed on with more confidence. "Just help me get
out of this mess, and I won't try anything." I gave him an honest
look, I did have to tell him the truth. "But I do have to say the
next time, I won't be able to be so lenient, you know who I'm
basically surrounded by."
He studied me for a moment, then nodded once more and cut the
ropes binding my hands and feet. I lay there for several minutes,
letting my body relax itself after being in a cramped position for so
long. Don't believe what you see in movies, a person can't just jump
up and do normal movements, it does hurt as the body tries to resume
circulation to places that have not moved for minutes or even hours.
That brought up another point, I had no clue how long we'd been
kept in here. Once I felt I was able to when the 'pins and needles'
reaction had settled down, I raised my arm to look at my watch. I
blinked several times, then realized it was gone, there were only
rough red lines on my wrists where the ropes had rubbed. I asked
Kaito, who had gone back to checking the walls if he had seen it when
he had cut me loose. He shook his head, glancing at me with a
surprised look that I knew couldn't be fake. That led me to something
else. I checked my pockets, everything was missing, from my wallet
containing my ID and money to my little pocket knife that my father
had presented me when I was younger. Even the little pouch Kazuha had
given me for `good luck' was gone. A quick search around the room
revealed nothing. I swore then, and Kaito turned his attention to me
again. "They took everything I had," I said angrily. "They might try
to use it against Father to show that they have me. Do you have
anything other then that knife?" A sudden thought struck me as I sat
up, "Where did you get that knife from, anyway?"
He smiled, and pulled on his coat, a small seam looked like it had
spilt, but upon closer examination, it turned out to be a small
pocket that had other kinds of tools in it. Seeing a watch in there,
I asked him how long he thought we might have been here. He took it
out, and counted with his fingers silently. Then he looked at me with
an unusually sober look on his face, "I think we've been here for
about fourteen hours, it's just after two o'clock in the afternoon."
He turned back to the wall, and folded his arms, sighing.
I stared at him, feeling the blood drain out of my face. "Two --
two tomorrow??" I stuttered, not managing anything else. "Father's
got to be going nuts, and so is Kazuha, if they aren't already. And
school too..." I shook my head in dismay, then shrugged in
acceptance, it's not like Kudo has had perfect attendance recently.
But my father and mother? If I was lucky, they hadn't found out yet.
If not, let's just say I'd be the focus of a citywide search,
assuming we were even in Osaka anymore. Don't even consider what
Kazuha's actions might be, I didn't want to think of what she may be
doing. Maybe doing a house-to-house search, or something to the
effect of that, knowing her.
I watched Kaito move around the room again, and got up, he didn't
seem to be having any luck getting out of here. This was one time I
didn't want him to fail to escape. "Any chance?" I asked, glancing
around the room myself. As I had noticed before, the room was very
empty, and had no openings except for the door and the small grate,
which I had the feeling were the only ways we could get out. I took a
closer look at the grate, it was about as high as my shoulders, and
it only looked like the screen was on our side of the wall.
Kaito got out his knife again, "Looks like this and the door are
the only ways out," he said thoughtfully, echoing my thoughts. "But
there is no way I can open the door, it's too thick. And I also have
the feeling we do not want them to discover our progress." He dug the
knife into one of the corners of the screen. "So this is the only
option we have."
I nodded, that was my opinion too, and I tried to help him as much
as I could without getting the knife stuck in my hands. After several
minutes, the grate cover slipped off, and I laid it down carefully.
Kaito already had his hands braced on the opening, and looked at
me, "Now comes the hard part, you have to boost me up there so I can
open the door for you."
"Hold on," I shook my head, not trusting him for a minute. "What
if you just decide to leave me here? Let me, I'll open it, that way I
can be sure--"
"--of getting stuck is more like it," Kaito snorted. "I'll do it,
I'm thinner and more used to using these." He ignored my muttered "I
imagine...", and reached up again. He turned one eye towards me, and
winked at me again. "Trust me." There was nothing I could say back to
him as I helped him up into the grate, and he disappeared.
I waited anxiously by the door, wondering a multitude of things.
Was he actually going to let me out? Was one of our captors going to
discover him? What would they do to me, if they decided to keep me
and not ransom me after all? What were they doing in the museum
anyway? What seemed like minutes passed, as my imagination started to
grow and I was about to try to get into the grate myself, when the
door finally opened to reveal Kaito wearing his usual grin. "Sorry
about that, I kinda had to pick the lock that was on the door..." he
said as he held up a somewhat rusted padlock. I just shook my head,
trusting myself not to say anything. We put the grate screen back
where it was, with the ropes that they'd used on us inside, so they
would hopefully spend more time worrying about what happened then
looking for us, though I wasn't feeling that lucky. Kaito locked the
door to help aid our escape, and we were free, at least for the
To be continued...