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Chapters: 3/10
Fandom: Detective Conan Rating: G
Relationships: Kudou Shinichi/Kuroba Kaito
Summary: Desire; the root of all evil.
Someone is coveting Kaitou Kid and will go to any lengths to procure him. In the backdrop of this chilling tale, blossoms resiliently a tale of love.
The first time Kuroba Kaito and Kudo Shinichi come face to face, sparks fly—sparks of intense suspicion.
Shinichi: Yes, that man is my primary suspect for the murders—no, not thievery, murder, I said!
Kaito: Chat, I’m being stalked, need advice—what do you mean “doesn’t count if he’s a detective”, it’s still stalking!
Or, in which Kaito and Shinichi have the most disastrous first meeting possible, in the midst of a horror-murder-mystery that is their life, but sparks somehow still manage to fly.
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(Excerpt from Chp 2 & 3)
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CHP2
More cryptic nonsense. Shinichi was getting a bit annoyed now, at all the tip-toeing, and marched right in to see an empty courtyard with the large stone fountain in the centre, only occupied by a few coroners and police-officers, no body in sight—
“What am I meant to be seeing?” he asked, turning around in a circle.
—and froze.
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CHP3
From the mess, Kaito somehow unearthed a box cutter and set about cutting it open.
The outer packaging tore open to reveal yet another cardboard layer, stickers of ‘fragile’ and ‘handle with care’ pasted on it—
“What even is the point!”
—which gave way to a foam package, then three layers of bubble wrap tightly tucked around the precious cargo. So tightly that he had to use the cutter to tear those open as well, before he got to the final layer of old bundled up newspapers.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!”
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