“My… detective…?” There had been a fire at the heist- soot marked the white of his clothes- but everyone had gotten out okay… right?
He gasped, remembering that he’d seen a certain blond before it broke out… but not after.
Hakuba! Panic started to bubble in the thief. He didn’t consider the Brit to be ‘his detective’, but he did care about him.
That idiot, he got himself killed- he took a deep breath. Calm, Kuroba. They only said that he burned. That doesn’t mean he’s dead. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the cellphone he used as KID.
Please be okay, please be okay. He quickly dialed Nakamori’s number. He would know about any casualties.
When he heard the inspector’s voice, he lowered his own.
“Good evening, keibu. I heard rumors that someone was hurt in the fire tonight?”
Whether or not Nakamori-keibu had all of the answers, he would at least have some. Cleanup crews and firemen were still combing through the mess, putting out the remaining fire, clearing out the debris. It had been difficult to get under control once it had really gotten underway, but the determination of those rescue workers was indomitable. People had been hurt, though most had been recovered with only minor burns and other injuries. The worst had already been sent on, save for the one or two that they were still looking for that may or may not have even been on location at the time.
One of which was, in fact, young detective Hakuba Saguru.
Not that the inspector was going to give all of that information to a random caller on the phone– especially not someone that sounded suspiciously like the Kaitou KID who had been one of the instigators of the whole mess. “Not right now! Can’t you see I’m busy?!” He barked at the phone, agitated and tired from the events of the night. It had been bad enough to lose to KID yet again, but to also lose the Superintendent General’s son? Even if their jobs weren’t on the line, he had a certain affection for the arrogant brat, and as much as he wished he could kick him off of the task force, he had to admit that he was useful.
Even if he wasn’t, he hadn’t wanted him to die.
Part of the inspector wanted to hang up the phone and throw it to the ground in frustration, while another wanted to trace the call and try to – there was no time for that. Not now. “We’re still sorting out the debris! Don’t call this line unless you have information!"
Nakamori hung up, but managed to get the phone in his pocket before he completely lost his temper, and took it out on one of his officers instead. He yelled, they scurried, and everyone kept working, all hoping that they could find the teenager – if he was even there – in salvageable shape.
Fortunately for them, Hakuba was alive…
…he just wasn’t doing very well.
Being buried under drywall and cubical partitions had not been a fun experience. Not that Hakuba was really aware of it, unconscious as he was, but it had hurt at the time. Rubble from level above and subsequent furniture had torn apart the ground beneath the detective earlier, during the apex of the fire. Although it had cost him some broken ribs and serious bruises, it had very likely saved his life. The burns were minimal and the concrete had made a sort of tent, affording Hakuba a small amount of trapped air to breathe. He was still bleeding, yes, but the situation was very much ‘salvageable.’ At least, so long as they were able to find him under all of the damage soon.