The Seduction of Kid - 57. Simmer
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kooriiFandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Pairing: Eventual ConanKid
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Genre: Angst/Drama
Words: 558
Much to his annoyance, Conan was left to simmer silently the entire car ride. Instead he watched the streets, eying his silent companion from the corner of one eye. Every now and then he would catch sight of something white flickering in the mirror, and he was pretty sure it was Kid. It almost seemed like the thief was letting him know he was still there, still following.
They pulled into a shipping yard full of metal containers. Conan shivered faintly as a memory surfaced. Gin. A gunshot. A woman laying, dying, bleeding. Another of a car, more gunshots...
Conan was really starting to hate places like this, and beginning to wonder what the hell the Black Organization liked about them. He was almost completely sure they were behind this now. Who else?
The car pulled to a stop in a dark corridor between metal walls. The driver slunk out, and Conan followed. The black dressed person directed him on from behind. It was possibly one of the most uncomfortable situations he'd been in as of late, and considering what he'd been through recently that was saying a lot. On they went through a winding canyon with metal walls and thick clingy shadows.
Kid landed on the top of a nearby stack of containers, feet tapping down lightly, and retracted the frame of his glider. On cat quiet feet he crept after the duo below then, after assessing the situation a moment, slipped on by them to stake out the outlying building they appeared to be heading toward.
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Pairing: Eventual ConanKid
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Genre: Angst/Drama
Words: 558
Much to his annoyance, Conan was left to simmer silently the entire car ride. Instead he watched the streets, eying his silent companion from the corner of one eye. Every now and then he would catch sight of something white flickering in the mirror, and he was pretty sure it was Kid. It almost seemed like the thief was letting him know he was still there, still following.
They pulled into a shipping yard full of metal containers. Conan shivered faintly as a memory surfaced. Gin. A gunshot. A woman laying, dying, bleeding. Another of a car, more gunshots...
Conan was really starting to hate places like this, and beginning to wonder what the hell the Black Organization liked about them. He was almost completely sure they were behind this now. Who else?
The car pulled to a stop in a dark corridor between metal walls. The driver slunk out, and Conan followed. The black dressed person directed him on from behind. It was possibly one of the most uncomfortable situations he'd been in as of late, and considering what he'd been through recently that was saying a lot. On they went through a winding canyon with metal walls and thick clingy shadows.
Kid landed on the top of a nearby stack of containers, feet tapping down lightly, and retracted the frame of his glider. On cat quiet feet he crept after the duo below then, after assessing the situation a moment, slipped on by them to stake out the outlying building they appeared to be heading toward.
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