He didn’t know what it was. A light prickle came across his skin. As the task force leaped for him he launched his body up and over, barely tapped one of the cases with his foot and propelled behind the rookie. Sure enough the man leaned back and reached in an attempt to grabbed him. KID kept going and soon the man was sprawled flat on his back when he fell of the case.
KID skirted and slowly opened the case. The Lords crest was nestled in the velvet cushion and gently he reached in and lightly stroked the silver broach. The golden color moon stone was rare and not a lot of information was found on it but it was big. KID let it rest in his palm and calculated the weight.
“damn it KID!"
It was the rookie again. He slid left and watched the young man slam into the display case and knocked the wind out of him. KID winced and ran towards the window with most of the task force behind him. Never stopping he walked up the window and flip over their head just in time to see them all slam into one another.
He actually managed to walk out calmly towards the roof this time. The prickly feeling he got was still there. It was like a live wire just barely floating above his skin. The roof was just as bare as the upper floors and dejection had a lovely little bite. Moving to the edge he smiled at the audience. The Task Force was make there way up he knew them well enough that they’ll be racing to get to him.
Going to turn away he quickly froze and looked again. There was … it couldn’t be… Kaito stared down at Hakuba. Shocked he stumbled back into the young rookie from before. Arms wrapped around his chest and nearly hoisted him off his feet. He grunted and used the backwards moment to flip over the TF member.
"Hand over The Lord’s Crest, KID!”
He paused and took a really long look at him. “I think not and tell your boss to shove it.”
He snapped his fingers and a very sudden loud scream shot into the sky. The massive explosions from the fire works banged over head and distracted the henchman long enough for KID the race towards the side and dive over.
There was a lightly different pop and he felt a sting over his thigh. Glancing over his shoulder he watched the idiot get tackeled to the ground and Nakamouri’s traditional string of colorful words. He glanced at Hakuba, expression neutral, then banked for home.
Fireworks. A nice touch. Bit showy, but it made for a splendid diversion, and always went over well with the rabbling crowd. Hakuba leaned back, sighing as he watched the thief make his escape with the colorful backdrop, listening to the screaming fangirls and wild applause.
It was no surprise to him that Kaitou Kid escaped; he always did. It didn’t matter if he was there, if Edogawa-kun was there, if some ridiculously violent European agent was there. Hakuba sighed, waiting until Kid was no longer within his line of sight before rolling off of his car and to his feet, slipping into the driver’s seat.
After starting the car- and startling the milling crowd as they began to disperse -Hakuba fished out his cellphone and hesitated before typing out a text message, just on the off-chance that it might result in something, though he had no idea what.
To Kuroba Kaito: [text] Another victory, it seems. How many lucky artifacts do you take with you, anyway?
He knew that it would be a little while before Kuroba was likely to get it, so he put his phone away and began the long and irritating drive through traffic back home.