30 Cases - Nakamori & Conan
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Thirty not-quite-unrelated stories that lead our darling detective and his frustrating foe along the path of romance (that's Shinichi and Kid, for the unenlightened). Will be KaitoxShinichi.
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Nakamori is not happy at Conan's crazy stunts to catch Kid. Conan is not happy at Nakamori's failure to learn from past mistakes. Snark ensues.
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Case 03 - Nakamori & Conan
Back and forth, back and forth. A pause, mouth opening purposefully, before shutting again without a word spoken. Back and forth. Back and forth.
Ginzo Nakamori was not an impatient man. Yes he yelled a lot, cursed more, and demanded 200% from all his officers, but you had to be a patient person when you were hunting that frustrating criminal KID. From figuring out the clues of the heist notes, to waiting for the hour of the robbery, to waiting for the next clue to arrive, to waiting for years for the thief to re-appear....patience was very important to the task force.
Which was why he wasn't currently in jail for attempted murder against this little brat who had let KID get away! Again!
Nakamori growled, continuing to pace as he tried to calm down enough to demand exactly what the kid was thinking chasing after KID like that. Oh, he recognized him (Nakamori had seen the brat both following around that bastard Mouri as well as hanging around the outskirts of other KID heists), but that was no excuse for a child to trespass in a police investigation and get in the way of the officers trying to arrest the damn thief.
Not only that, but one of his officers had allowed the brat to get a hold of his gun and fire it! Nakamori cursed in renewed agitation, vindictively pleased that that particular officer was now on desk duty for the unforeseeable future.
The most annoying thing was that the brat had come quite close to catching the thief! Well, as close as anyone comes, anyway. Still, if the brat hadn't of misjudged that last jump, Nakamori was actually unsure how the chase would have ended.
"Stupid..."
The quiet muttered word derailed the keibu's thoughts, and he whirled on the small figure hunched sullenly in a chair.
"And what exactly is stupid?" he growled, gritting his teeth against the expletives he so longed to express. This snot-nosed little brat may have been a nuisance, but if Aoko found out he'd let his mouth run off in front of a kid, he'd be dealing with the cold shoulder for weeks...
Said kid glowered at him, one knee pulled up to his chest with his arms clasped around it. Nakamori frowned inwardly at the defensive posture, but dismissed it. The brat obviously knew he was in trouble.
"This is stupid!" the brat said clearly, anger and frustration thick in his voice. "Why am I even here? That stupid thief got away, you were there! There's nothing else I can tell you."
Nakamori took a deep, restraining breath. It was just a brat, he couldn't lose control here....
"You broke into a police restricted area, interfered in the apprehension of a dangerous--" the brat let out a condescending snort at this, "--criminal, illegally fired an officer's weapon, broke and entered a civilian's private residence causing both personal and property damage--" screw it, the brat deserved to be chewed out, "--and nearly killed yourself chasing that god damned thief!" Nakamori finished with a roar, patience snapping at the defiant expression on the kid's face.
"It's not like you were doing any better!" the brat had the audacity to snap back. "KID was running circles around you before I interfered!"
"You attacked a criminal! What sort of idiot attacks a known criminal?" Nakamori ranted, getting in the boy's face.
"It's KID! 'No one gets hurt' is his policy! He goes out of his way to make sure of that!" The kid was no longer curled in the chair, but standing on it to holler right back at the older man.
"What the hell does that mean?" Nakamori demanded, slamming his hands on the arms of the chair and forcing the boy to lean back. "Do you know how many times my officers have been drugged, tricked, captured, humiliated--"
"But never hurt!" the brat interrupted hotly. "And if you'd just learn something from chasing the damn thief, you might have caught him by now! Instead you run around, pathetically repeating the same mistakes over and over!"
"And you think your way's any better?!" the keibu roared, rearing back and beginning to pace again. "The amount of risks you took in this simple heist were ridiculous! Two of my officers climbed out of a second story window chasing after you!"
"You ordered your men to jump off the roof!" the brat accused.
"That's different! KID was there--" Nakamori cut off, realizing he'd been neatly brought around to agreeing with the brat. "That's just different!" he finally spluttered, not looking at the smug boy. "And why is it this 'non-violent' thief shooting at you?"
"They're just cards," the kid scoffed, crossing his arms defiantly.
"That are fired with enough force to embed themselves in concrete!" he shot back, glaring at the boy.
"KID knows his opponents. After all, he never fired at you," the brat said dismissively. "If you would just train your officers to be more agile, to improve their reactions, perhaps KID would take you more seriously!"
"KID had better take us seriously!" the agitated man raved.
"Banana. Custard," came the two word reply.
"God damnit!!" Nakamori roared, picking the lamp off his desk and hurling it at the wall. "Then tell me what the hell that last jump was! If you're such an expert at catching KID, why did you nearly jump to your death? Even KID was shocked at you!"
The boy abruptly paled, and Nakamori forced himself to take deep breaths as the brat resumed his defensive posture from before. Damn it, this was why he hated kids! They're too bipolar...but what had set him off?
"I...forgot..." the boy mumbled distractedly.
"What? Forgot you're just a brat who shouldn't have been out there in the first place?" Nakamori wasn't about to let the kid off easy. Rooftop chases indeed.
"Forgot KID didn't have his glider," the kid said through gritted teeth. Nakamori snorted.
"You suck at lying. Try again, brat."
"I'm not lying," And yet, the kid wasn't looking at him, instead staring at the wall with apparent fascination. Abruptly the boy turned a piercing gaze on him. "Anyway, what do you mean KID was shocked? He's the master of hiding his true intentions!"
"Except when idiots like you make stupid mistakes!" Gods did that kid have a creepy gaze. No one that young should look so unsettling. "What is it about you that make you so important, anyway! KID was about to dive after you before I caught you!"
"Of course he was! I told you he doesn't let people get hurt, especially on his heists! Don't you even know that by now?" came the scathing reply.
"I know that!" Nakamori roared. "But why would he let you get that close to him?! He could just as easily set up a trick to save you!"
"What makes you think he wasn't?" the brat snapped.
"Because he looked goddamn scared!"
His final shout was swallowed in the silence that followed, as the brat stared at him wide-eyed. The vulnerable expression finally made him look his age, and Nakamori had to look away to continue.
"When KID saw you leap, he freaked out. Shut up!" he snapped when it looked like the kid was going to say something. "He freaked out, and was already reaching for you when I grabbed you. I don't think he even realized I was there until then, because he sure as hell changed his expression after that! So tell me; what are you to KID?" he finished with a growl.
"I...I don't know what you mean," the kid said quietly, sounding a little lost. "I just chase after the stupid thief sometimes. I'm not anything special..."
Nakamori had to resist the urge to pull out his hair. Crazy! The lot of them! First the brat had the nerve to backtalk him, and now he was acting like a cornered mouse. He came across as any other hot-blooded, impulsively stupid brat, but his reactions afterwards was always...wrong. There was intelligence there, and something more that the keibu couldn't quite place.
Not only that, but he was sure the boy held a piece of the puzzle that was KID, if only he could pry it out of the brat's stubborn grasp! KID's odd actions in regards to a child who shouldn't have been even a passing thought to the thief, to the point of singling him out and challenging the boy...
"You know something about KID," Nakamori said abruptly, and was rewarded with the sight of a wary mask dropping over the boy's face. Well, it beat that pathetic expression from before.
"I don't know anything that couldn't be figured out by a little patience and observation," the boy said coolly. "He's looking for something, obviously, and there are--or should I say were--people who didn't want him to find it. Now that the threat is apparently gone, KID is taking his time to find whatever it is he needs." Nakamori narrowed his eyes.
"What makes you think there was someone after him?" he demanded. That was supposed to have been kept under wraps, so how the hell did this brat know?
"I know you noticed there were unidentified shooters at many of the heists," the kid explained. "It doesn't take a genius to figure out who their target was. Then they were all arre--uh, I haven't noticed anyone shooting at KID lately," the boy finished lamely, and Nakamori all but leapt at the obvious slip up.
"What did you me--" Nakamori was interrupted by a female voice calling for the boy.
"Conan-kun? Are you in here?"
Right, the brat's name was Conan, wasn't it? Odd name for a kid. What were his parents thinking? When the tall brunette teen strode purposefully into the room, the keibu had to blink in astonishment as the boy underwent a complete personality switch again.
"Ran-neechan!" the brat said, looking wide-eyed and ashamed and nothing like the little hellion from before.
"What the hell are you doing in here?" Nakamori demanded angrily. He was so close to getting somewhere with the boy--
"Excuse me! Watch your language! What kind of person uses such words in front of a child!" the girl said, scooping the boy up in a protective embrace. She gave Nakamori an outraged glare. "Why are you interrogating poor Conan-kun, anyway? And you," here she turned to the uncomfortable boy in her arms. "What did I tell you about wandering off like that?"
"But Ran-neechan..." the boy mumbled, looking anywhere but at the two people currently in the room as his face burned in embarrassment. Feeling like he was rapidly losing control of the situation, Nakamori made one last rally.
"That boy interfered with a police investigation--"
"But Conan-kun always helps out the police!" the girl cut him off as she hugged the boy again. "He's just curious, and often comes up with good ideas in investigations. You would do well to listen to him!"
Nakamori opened his mouth to argue, wondering why the hell he was trying to defend himself against a teenage girl and an aggravating little brat, but didn't manage it as another teenage girl came bursting into his office, shrieking at the top of her lungs.
"Where's the baka-keibu who's harassing my KID-sama?!"
Nakamori groaned, and as he turned to face the new problem he swore he saw a smirk on that arrogant, frustrating, annoying brat's face.
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Case: Nakamori & Conan - Closed
Next case: Nakamori & Sonoko
Thirty not-quite-unrelated stories that lead our darling detective and his frustrating foe along the path of romance (that's Shinichi and Kid, for the unenlightened). Will be KaitoxShinichi.
Nakamori is not happy at Conan's crazy stunts to catch Kid. Conan is not happy at Nakamori's failure to learn from past mistakes. Snark ensues.
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Case 03 - Nakamori & Conan
Back and forth, back and forth. A pause, mouth opening purposefully, before shutting again without a word spoken. Back and forth. Back and forth.
Ginzo Nakamori was not an impatient man. Yes he yelled a lot, cursed more, and demanded 200% from all his officers, but you had to be a patient person when you were hunting that frustrating criminal KID. From figuring out the clues of the heist notes, to waiting for the hour of the robbery, to waiting for the next clue to arrive, to waiting for years for the thief to re-appear....patience was very important to the task force.
Which was why he wasn't currently in jail for attempted murder against this little brat who had let KID get away! Again!
Nakamori growled, continuing to pace as he tried to calm down enough to demand exactly what the kid was thinking chasing after KID like that. Oh, he recognized him (Nakamori had seen the brat both following around that bastard Mouri as well as hanging around the outskirts of other KID heists), but that was no excuse for a child to trespass in a police investigation and get in the way of the officers trying to arrest the damn thief.
Not only that, but one of his officers had allowed the brat to get a hold of his gun and fire it! Nakamori cursed in renewed agitation, vindictively pleased that that particular officer was now on desk duty for the unforeseeable future.
The most annoying thing was that the brat had come quite close to catching the thief! Well, as close as anyone comes, anyway. Still, if the brat hadn't of misjudged that last jump, Nakamori was actually unsure how the chase would have ended.
"Stupid..."
The quiet muttered word derailed the keibu's thoughts, and he whirled on the small figure hunched sullenly in a chair.
"And what exactly is stupid?" he growled, gritting his teeth against the expletives he so longed to express. This snot-nosed little brat may have been a nuisance, but if Aoko found out he'd let his mouth run off in front of a kid, he'd be dealing with the cold shoulder for weeks...
Said kid glowered at him, one knee pulled up to his chest with his arms clasped around it. Nakamori frowned inwardly at the defensive posture, but dismissed it. The brat obviously knew he was in trouble.
"This is stupid!" the brat said clearly, anger and frustration thick in his voice. "Why am I even here? That stupid thief got away, you were there! There's nothing else I can tell you."
Nakamori took a deep, restraining breath. It was just a brat, he couldn't lose control here....
"You broke into a police restricted area, interfered in the apprehension of a dangerous--" the brat let out a condescending snort at this, "--criminal, illegally fired an officer's weapon, broke and entered a civilian's private residence causing both personal and property damage--" screw it, the brat deserved to be chewed out, "--and nearly killed yourself chasing that god damned thief!" Nakamori finished with a roar, patience snapping at the defiant expression on the kid's face.
"It's not like you were doing any better!" the brat had the audacity to snap back. "KID was running circles around you before I interfered!"
"You attacked a criminal! What sort of idiot attacks a known criminal?" Nakamori ranted, getting in the boy's face.
"It's KID! 'No one gets hurt' is his policy! He goes out of his way to make sure of that!" The kid was no longer curled in the chair, but standing on it to holler right back at the older man.
"What the hell does that mean?" Nakamori demanded, slamming his hands on the arms of the chair and forcing the boy to lean back. "Do you know how many times my officers have been drugged, tricked, captured, humiliated--"
"But never hurt!" the brat interrupted hotly. "And if you'd just learn something from chasing the damn thief, you might have caught him by now! Instead you run around, pathetically repeating the same mistakes over and over!"
"And you think your way's any better?!" the keibu roared, rearing back and beginning to pace again. "The amount of risks you took in this simple heist were ridiculous! Two of my officers climbed out of a second story window chasing after you!"
"You ordered your men to jump off the roof!" the brat accused.
"That's different! KID was there--" Nakamori cut off, realizing he'd been neatly brought around to agreeing with the brat. "That's just different!" he finally spluttered, not looking at the smug boy. "And why is it this 'non-violent' thief shooting at you?"
"They're just cards," the kid scoffed, crossing his arms defiantly.
"That are fired with enough force to embed themselves in concrete!" he shot back, glaring at the boy.
"KID knows his opponents. After all, he never fired at you," the brat said dismissively. "If you would just train your officers to be more agile, to improve their reactions, perhaps KID would take you more seriously!"
"KID had better take us seriously!" the agitated man raved.
"Banana. Custard," came the two word reply.
"God damnit!!" Nakamori roared, picking the lamp off his desk and hurling it at the wall. "Then tell me what the hell that last jump was! If you're such an expert at catching KID, why did you nearly jump to your death? Even KID was shocked at you!"
The boy abruptly paled, and Nakamori forced himself to take deep breaths as the brat resumed his defensive posture from before. Damn it, this was why he hated kids! They're too bipolar...but what had set him off?
"I...forgot..." the boy mumbled distractedly.
"What? Forgot you're just a brat who shouldn't have been out there in the first place?" Nakamori wasn't about to let the kid off easy. Rooftop chases indeed.
"Forgot KID didn't have his glider," the kid said through gritted teeth. Nakamori snorted.
"You suck at lying. Try again, brat."
"I'm not lying," And yet, the kid wasn't looking at him, instead staring at the wall with apparent fascination. Abruptly the boy turned a piercing gaze on him. "Anyway, what do you mean KID was shocked? He's the master of hiding his true intentions!"
"Except when idiots like you make stupid mistakes!" Gods did that kid have a creepy gaze. No one that young should look so unsettling. "What is it about you that make you so important, anyway! KID was about to dive after you before I caught you!"
"Of course he was! I told you he doesn't let people get hurt, especially on his heists! Don't you even know that by now?" came the scathing reply.
"I know that!" Nakamori roared. "But why would he let you get that close to him?! He could just as easily set up a trick to save you!"
"What makes you think he wasn't?" the brat snapped.
"Because he looked goddamn scared!"
His final shout was swallowed in the silence that followed, as the brat stared at him wide-eyed. The vulnerable expression finally made him look his age, and Nakamori had to look away to continue.
"When KID saw you leap, he freaked out. Shut up!" he snapped when it looked like the kid was going to say something. "He freaked out, and was already reaching for you when I grabbed you. I don't think he even realized I was there until then, because he sure as hell changed his expression after that! So tell me; what are you to KID?" he finished with a growl.
"I...I don't know what you mean," the kid said quietly, sounding a little lost. "I just chase after the stupid thief sometimes. I'm not anything special..."
Nakamori had to resist the urge to pull out his hair. Crazy! The lot of them! First the brat had the nerve to backtalk him, and now he was acting like a cornered mouse. He came across as any other hot-blooded, impulsively stupid brat, but his reactions afterwards was always...wrong. There was intelligence there, and something more that the keibu couldn't quite place.
Not only that, but he was sure the boy held a piece of the puzzle that was KID, if only he could pry it out of the brat's stubborn grasp! KID's odd actions in regards to a child who shouldn't have been even a passing thought to the thief, to the point of singling him out and challenging the boy...
"You know something about KID," Nakamori said abruptly, and was rewarded with the sight of a wary mask dropping over the boy's face. Well, it beat that pathetic expression from before.
"I don't know anything that couldn't be figured out by a little patience and observation," the boy said coolly. "He's looking for something, obviously, and there are--or should I say were--people who didn't want him to find it. Now that the threat is apparently gone, KID is taking his time to find whatever it is he needs." Nakamori narrowed his eyes.
"What makes you think there was someone after him?" he demanded. That was supposed to have been kept under wraps, so how the hell did this brat know?
"I know you noticed there were unidentified shooters at many of the heists," the kid explained. "It doesn't take a genius to figure out who their target was. Then they were all arre--uh, I haven't noticed anyone shooting at KID lately," the boy finished lamely, and Nakamori all but leapt at the obvious slip up.
"What did you me--" Nakamori was interrupted by a female voice calling for the boy.
"Conan-kun? Are you in here?"
Right, the brat's name was Conan, wasn't it? Odd name for a kid. What were his parents thinking? When the tall brunette teen strode purposefully into the room, the keibu had to blink in astonishment as the boy underwent a complete personality switch again.
"Ran-neechan!" the brat said, looking wide-eyed and ashamed and nothing like the little hellion from before.
"What the hell are you doing in here?" Nakamori demanded angrily. He was so close to getting somewhere with the boy--
"Excuse me! Watch your language! What kind of person uses such words in front of a child!" the girl said, scooping the boy up in a protective embrace. She gave Nakamori an outraged glare. "Why are you interrogating poor Conan-kun, anyway? And you," here she turned to the uncomfortable boy in her arms. "What did I tell you about wandering off like that?"
"But Ran-neechan..." the boy mumbled, looking anywhere but at the two people currently in the room as his face burned in embarrassment. Feeling like he was rapidly losing control of the situation, Nakamori made one last rally.
"That boy interfered with a police investigation--"
"But Conan-kun always helps out the police!" the girl cut him off as she hugged the boy again. "He's just curious, and often comes up with good ideas in investigations. You would do well to listen to him!"
Nakamori opened his mouth to argue, wondering why the hell he was trying to defend himself against a teenage girl and an aggravating little brat, but didn't manage it as another teenage girl came bursting into his office, shrieking at the top of her lungs.
"Where's the baka-keibu who's harassing my KID-sama?!"
Nakamori groaned, and as he turned to face the new problem he swore he saw a smirk on that arrogant, frustrating, annoying brat's face.
Case: Nakamori & Conan - Closed
Next case: Nakamori & Sonoko