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[swanwinged-princess]

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[thievinggentleman]

Lupin and Jigen had gotten just a little too used to his presence at times- it meant he could get away with things anyone else might have been wise to. Which was how the two of them mysteriously found their guns missing when a very thick door to a very small room closed and locked behind them. And a note slipped into their pockets. "Try cooling off in here for a while," signed off with a familiar looking insignia.

@moonlight-kaitou—

    All it took was a simple note.

                                          “Come to room 206 at 9:30 PM. -L”

After that, all bets were off. Jigen figured if the guy wanted his beatdown early, who was he to deny him? Heels clicked against the hall’s floor as he approached the room. The door was already propped open, awaiting his entrance. For a split second, he hesitated, then proceeded inside.

It was a very small room. Two chairs, a table, almost like an interrogation room at the local precinct. Definitely not what he was expecting. Come to think of it, it was pretty station-like in the halls, too. He flicked up his hat, however, when his eyes caught sight of one Lupin the 3rd.

Just as he was about to speak, the door slammed behind him, sending a gust of wind against his back. His hat nearly blew clear off his hat, and probably would have had he not instinctively reached up and pinned it down atop of his head.

Both the thief and the gunman looked stunned, immediately exchanging glances.

    “Huh!?”  Lupin suddenly jumped to his feet, rushing past Jigen and to the door. Grabbing a hold of the doorknob, he twisted and shoved his shoulder against the door, trying to force it open, but to no avail. It just wouldn’t budge.  “Crap! We’re locked in!”

Jigen’s anger had temporarily subsided. Right now, his mind was on escaping this infernal place.  “Back away, I got this,”  he told Lupin, reaching behind him. His hand went to wrap around the grip of his gun, only to find it wasn’t there.

His hat practically jumped up on his forehead as he turned to look behind him.  “What!? My gun!”  Patting down his backside, then his jacket, finishing with a reach into his pocket. He froze, fingers feeling the crumpling of a note left deep in there. His hat fell further over his eyes as he tilted his head forward and pulled the note out, reading it silently.

Kaito. That damn brat that Lupin had saved a while back. He’d grown too used to the company of this kid, and look where it got him? He grit his teeth.

Meanwhile, Lupin peeked over the gunman’s shoulder, glancing at the note and frowning. He knew that handwriting. A hand gently slipped under the left side of his jacket, feeling the empty holster. Yep, his was gone, too.

Dropping his hand down, he slipped it into his pocket. A note, just like Jigen’s. A sigh left his lips, then, and the thief shook his head, tisking in disappointment.  “So, that’s what you’re up to, huh?”  A small smile formed on his lips, however.

    Jigen heard Lupin mumble something. A glare of some sort was shot at the thief, his face practically a scowl.  “You have a lot of explainin’ to do, Lupin,”  the gunman grumbled, turning to face him. All they had was their fists and he wasn’t feeling too keen on throwing another punch right now. It was supposed to be a gunfight, anyway, and neither of them had their guns.

Lupin stuffed the note back into his pocket.  “Like what?”

Jigen snapped at him,  “you know DAMN WELL what! Why’d you send me a goddamn note to come here?!”

Lupin was silent for a time which only further annoyed the gunman. Then, he burst into laughter, pulling a hand out to slap over his eyes.  “H’oh MAN, we’re gullible old schmucks!”

Jigen practically recoiled at that, shocked. Then, growled irritably.  “What was that!?”

“Calm down, Jigen, I’ll explain in terms simple enough that even a monkey can understand,”  he waved a hand, as if to tell Jigen to cool his jets. Then, he pulled another note out.  “I’m sure this looks familiar to you, right?”

On the note, it said,

                                         “Meet me in Room 206. 9:30 PM. -Jigen”

    Jigen approached the table and his old eyes read the note that Lupin slid across it. Well, he sure felt dumb in that regard. But his anger was still justified. Teeth were once more grit and he scowled.

“Fine, so we were duped. That don’t explain you hitchin’ up with my sister!”  This earned Jigen a rather stern look from Lupin. Then, he leaned back in his seat.

“Jigen, about how long’ve we known each other?”  Lupin asked.

“Long time. Why?”

“Not once, Jigen, not once have you mentioned to me you even had a sister.”  Lupin locked eyes with the gunman. He could see Jigen’s irritation growing. The gunman slapped his hands down on the table.

“So what?! You’ve snuffed out more reclusive people, before!”

    “Yeah, but I had a lead. Hate to break it to ya, but your background’s pretty boring, pal. I mean, have you ever read your own Wikipedia page? ‘Cause yours has one’a those annotations at the top claiming it’s a ‘Stub’—there’s just no information about you. Not even birth certificates or passports or anything!”  Lupin leaned forward on one arm against the table.  “Why, I don’t even know if ‘Daisuke Jigen’s’ your real name at this point! So why the hell would I know anything about a sister?”

It was a lot to hear, really. Jigen took the seat across from Lupin. He contemplated his former partner’s words. Had he been mistaken? No! Surely not! Unless…

Lupin interrupted, however, with a thought of his own.  “Say, Jigen, who told you I got married to your sister, anyway?”  Jigen looked up at that. Then he recounted the message, and his face turned a slight shade of red.

“Uh, nobody important,”  he replied, almost shyly. Crap, he was really in the wrong here, wasn’t he? He could hear Lupin starting to snicker, and he desperately wanted to tell the thief to can it.

Instead, Lupin grinned, leaning back in his seat with a few loose giggles leaving his lips.  “Lemme guess; it was an anonymous message, wasn’t it? Jigen, you really oughta get with the times!”

Jigen didn’t laugh. He felt embarrassed. And upon further thought, the gunman realized how silly it was. It had been YEARS since his sister had been kidnapped. She more than likely had been killed or utilized in ways he preferred not to think about. The likelihood that she was even alive was slim to none.

“So… You really didn’t get married?”  He finally asked after a time. Lupin sat up, and smiled, shaking his head slowly.

“‘Fraid not, my friend,”  Lupin said with a twinge of amusement sparkling in his eyes.  “It seems you were the target of a very cruel joke.”

This was almost a relief for Jigen. He felt a sigh leave his lips. Finally, he felt calm. Slumping down in his chair, he leaned against the table.  “Now what?”

    Lupin held up a finger.  “One moment,”  he stated, looking up. He hadn’t noticed anything resembling cameras, but the thief HAD picked up on something interesting. He spoke with a smile to his voice, peering up as if speaking to someone else other than Jigen – and that’s precisely what he was doing.

“Oh, KIDDO~! I think we’re all good, now,”  he said, eying Jigen who gave his partner an inquisitive stare back.  “Why don’cha let us outta here, hm? Pretty pleeease~?”

[blackwingsandcraftythings]

@moonlight-kaitou

Căi Nà couldn't believe it! There was a heist in Shibuya that she could actually see in person! She couldn't remember the last time she had been close enough to attend one. Buses hadn't been her friend while she was alive, and she was mostly confined to a single ward of Tokyo since her death.

But she could make this one!

She took a smaller bag of essentials with instead of taking her whole yarn bag, and screamed her lungs out with the rest of the crowd when the thief arrived. Kaitou Kid. She still couldn't believe it!

There wasn't too much of a view at this heist, but Kid was a magician and he didn't disappoint. Even a glance was enough to fill her with excitement. 

When it seemed close enough to over, Căi Nà slipped into the UG to get away from the crowd. Where had he gone? She wanted to give something to him. She would use every Reaper trick she could use if that's what it took to find him.

[maelstromprodigy-a]

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「    “ ... ” Well. One speech impediment ( though, an unusual one ) shouldn’t be a hindrance to face KID, so...

Here he is.    」

[sapphirexchild]

@moonlight-kaitou from x

The only thing that brings her out of her shock is the forceful push that almost has her fall onto her backside. Aoko had seen everything in cinematic shots--

A gun pulled, white flashing in front of her, a shot made. And now a man she hardly new but clearly despised was on the floor, hissing, shouting at her to go.

... He took a bullet for her. What an asshole.

❝ ... Okay. ❞

The word is breathed, the panic in her heart present, but she remained still. She didn’t know how quickly that gunsman could reload, but it didn’t stop her from ruining KID’s plan of pushing her off to safety. No, she decided to pick him up instead, before doing as he said and just ‘going’. No words of protest were going to be heard, Aoko too busy with focusing on her breathing and planning a safe escape route out of the building.

And she ran, faster than she ever had before.

[axroomfulxofxmuses-archive]

@moonlight-kaitou ((From here!))

[Scratches all over their body (Masumi) /  Stab wound to stomach (KID) //why this]

Everything hurt.

The air was thick with dust and hot ash that stung at his throat and eyes, debris littering the hallway. Here and there, small fires were still burning.

It doesn’t take long before the realization of what had happened hit him.

“T-Tantei..!”

There had been an explosion- an intense wave of heat rushing into the room before the floor had collapsed under their feet, sending the two of them into the black void below.

He’d leapt for them at the last second, and then they’d hit the ground in a heap of tangled limbs- and…

He’d landed on something. Something…sharp. The agony was almost indescribable- it took all his willpower in this moment to stay focused.

From somewhere distant, he could hear the creaking of tortured metal. There were a million things that sound could have been, and none that he considered were good.

“Tantei!”

Please…please don’t be dead…

“...Ow...” Struggling to sit up, Masumi immediately noticed that 1: She was all scratched up from the...explosion? Yes, explosion. And 2: Kaitou KID was right there, and if she recalled right had jumped for her when the explosion occurred.

“I’m okay, but what about you?” It was too dark to really see much that wasn’t right in front of her or lit by the small fires, but KID seemed...hurt? “That was a nasty fall...”

[the20thfloor-blog]

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Ginti barely looks up from his magazine. He does, though. “You. Ain’t. Scheduled. To be in here,” he says, matter of factly.

[detectiveofmysteries-archive]

@moonlight-kaitou (From here!)

Raising tonight’s take into the moonlight, he gazed through it carefully. No, no core inside this one. But-

Was it his imagination, or had it just been glowing? …No, it had to just be the light. Jewels didn’t glow. Some were fluorescent, and thus refracted light in such a way they appeared brighter than most, but…

He’s broken out of his musings by a familiar face.

“T-Tantei-chan–!” Man, she was fast. He’d barely gotten enough time to examine this jewel in the moonlight before the detective’s hand closed around it, trying to tear it out of his gloved hand. Was there any need to be this violent? He was about to give it back, anyways!

He figures struggling is pointless, and she can just keep it- up until he feels a decidedly bizarre sensation, shooting through him like an electric shock.

And the world falls away.

He’s eight years old, watching his father on stage.

“Isn’t my dad awesome?” He beams at Aoko, pride rising in his chest.

“What are you so proud about? It’s your dad, not you.”

“It’s gonna be me, one day. Dad is gonna teach me, and I’m gonna be the best magician ever!”

…

“Kaito?” His mother was crouching next to him. “I thought I might find you here. You should come home and have some dinner.”

“…I’m not hungry.” Hunger is gnawing at him, but he doesn’t care about it. Why should he, when everything else is wrong, when he’s alive and his dad isn’t?

…

He’s hearing his dad’s voice again…after 8 years… a recording?

Was this room dad’s last magic trick? If I put this outfit on…maybe I can find out the truth.

…

“What do you mean, Dad was murdered?! Who?! Who did it?!”

“Please…answer me honestly… was my dad a thief…? Was he Kaitou KID?”

“Yes…”

…

“Kaitou KID…or should I say…Kuroba Toichi?”

These guys…! These are the guys who killed Dad…!

…

“So you just hold it up to the moonlight, huh?”

“To hell with eternal life! I’ll find Pandora before you do, and I’ll smash it into a million pieces!”

…

“Kaito…”

“Ahhhh–!” He’s back in the present, on his knees, shaking and panting. It was like someone had just picked open his mind, bit by bit, pulling out memories, thoughts and feelings… Opening it like the pages of a book.

What was that…?! What did I just see?!

Tearing out into the open, Masumi wasted no time in making a grab for the stone, aiming to take it back by force. However, her focus was broken by an odd feeling rippling through her body, and she ended up thrown into...she wasn’t sure what, but it felt like a series of memories. Not her memories of course, but...

“I - I didn’t - what happened?!” Not knowing how to react to everything she’d just seen, Masumi ended up just staring in shock for a moment before edging slightly closer to KID Kaito in hopes of...what? Comforting him?

“...I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to...” She wasn’t even sure what she’d done, and yet she was apologizing.