magicianinthemoonlight:
Kaito went silent as he covered the ear piece. He lowers the volume slight as the footsteps get louder. He could hear doors being slammed open. He then releases the piece. “Didn’t know you were one to be flashy.” he chuckles darkly. “I will be on the look out.” he adds on.
He hears another door being opened. This time, only a few doors away. “You could say that. I would much rather call it…pursue with intent.” he attempts to keep his voice light. He glances around. Only one way out. If he could get out of the room and use his glider, he could… And idea forms in his head. It would be a close call, but it was the best option he could think of. “I will… make sure my pursuers head in the opposite direction.” he informs Hakuba.
whiteknighthakuba said: “Good. I’ll be there soon… and /then/ we can discuss my taste in automobiles.” The engine revved again and Hakuba offered a quick “Ja,” before hanging up. Then it was out into the road at fairly illegal- but safe! -speeds.
Kaito hangs up the phone. He gasps as he does, holding onto the wound which now was bleeding profusely. He bites his lip a moment before he moves. He rushes out into the hallway, the man seeing him and aiming his gun up and shoots. KID manages to avoid being shot, dodging most of them before getting to the stairs.
He heads to the roof quickly. Making it to the roof, slamming the door open, he runs to the ledge, opening his glider before releasing it from his back, making an infladible dummy be created as it flew off in on direction. KID turns quickly latching a wire against the building ledge before jumping down the side. Just as he jumps off, he hears the door open. Gun shots are heard in the direction of where the dummy had gone.
Kaito scales down the wall quickly before retracting the wire. He leans against the wall, his breathing heavy and his wound even more aggravated. He needed to leave the building and find Hakuba. His eyes started to blur as he attempts to move against the wall.
It didn’t take long for Hakuba to reach the specified location. He waited, top down on the convertible, scanning the area for any sign of his wayward friend.
He waited.
And waited.
Hakuba bit his lip. Surely Kaitou would have come to him by then? The thief was punctual if nothing else. Sly and slippery, as was his profession. He hadn’t sounded good on the phone, no, but if Kid had been in that poor of shape he would have said something, wouldn’t he…?
The detective hesitated. Perhaps not. Perhaps he…
He was running before the sound of the car door slamming even registered. Hakuba kept to the edge of the buildings and into the shadows, field bag over his shoulder, close to his side, as he scanned the area. There were still officers lingering about, and among them, he knew, whoever had hurt his Phantom Thief. Hakuba grit his teeth as he left the safety of the building to move among them, slipping through the crowd of onlookers and authorities, searching. Scanning the concrete and debris for signs of blood, for flashes of white.
Kaitou couldn’t have gone far. Not with how he’d sounded on the phone. And he hadn’t sounded good.
God, no… No, if he…
Hakuba cursed himself as he picked up the pace once again, slipping under caution tape to let himself into the restricted building. He should have demanded more information. With more details he could have gone straight to where he’d called from. He could only hope that waiting this long, honoring Kaitou’s request, hadn’t sealed the thief’s fate.
After jogging up the stairs, Hakuba finally got his first break in the case; splashes of blood on carpet, on the banister, and at the window. Only small traces at first, then a pool where he imagined the initial attack had occurred. Judging by the amount of blood that had dried versus the coagulation of the deeper pools, it had been a good twenty minutes at least since he’d been in this position.
The detective quickened his panicked pace as he moved along the clues, following them to the stairwell again. Ah- there. Tiny dots of crimson amid the marbled patterns. He followed them up to the roof, alarmed by the growing patches that stained the steps, the wall, the hand rail. The rooftop yielded better results, leading him to an exit point from which he could judge the trajectory. Now, if he were Kaitou, where would he…?
Ah, there. The building with the open window. It seemed about the right height, the correct distance. Just far enough to make an escape.
Hakuba retreated back down the stairs as quickly as he dared, nodding to officers on his way, refusing to be stopped. It was risky behavior to avoid the members of the force so aggressively, both because it made him look rude and because it could draw attention. He jogged from the building and out into the dispersing crowd, cutting through the milling members as they cleaned up from the heist. He couldn’t run straight for the building; that would be too obvious. He cut across to an alley way, ducked into one building and slipped out another door, then finally made his way to his target.
Some had looked his way as he went past, undoubtedly wondering what clue he’d found, but they left him alone. By then, everyone knew that Hakuba was unwilling to share details before he was ready, and never permitted the police to interfere with his personal investigations. Really, the fact that they let him get so closely involved in KID heists was only a matter of privilege; had his father not been the Superintendent General, there would have been no way that he’d be granted so much freedom. And tonight, he was determined, that that little fact would save a life.
When he finally made it to the building, he had to pick the lock to even gain access. This was a skill that he didn’t normally advertise but far too often had to practice for his work. Proficiently allowing himself in, Hakuba slipped into through the entrance way and closed the door behind him. He just had to hope that, if this were the wrong building, that he would discover quickly and find a different one to search. The next one over, perhaps?
Fortunately, he didn’t have to search much longer than the thoughts had time to form cohesive words before he stumbled upon the very person that he was looking for. Slumped against the wall near the staircase, white suit slick with blood, was Kaitou KID. His breaths nothing more than ragged gasps, face pale and twisted in pain.
Hakuba gaped. “Good God… Kaitou-san.” Without any further delay, he ran to him, fell to his knees and quickly pulled at the thief’s clothing, panic seesawing with the strong instinct to switch to medical professional mode. “Don’t worry… I’m going to help you. If you can, please explain what happened… I’ll take note of the wounds and prioritize, then take care of…” There was so much blood. He set his jaw, letting a slow breath go through his nose. He had to stay calm. “…the worst of it, and then I’ll get you out of here… Just stay calm, Kaitou-san… I won’t let anything happen to you.”
Practiced hands found the wounds – at least the entrance wounds – and he hesitated for a moment before digging through his medical field bag. It was bad. It was worse than he’d expected. He might be able to slow the bleeding, to buy him precious time, but Kaitou needed a surgeon, and he needed one soon.
“Deep, slow breaths… let me get you patched up. You’re going to be all right, Kaitou-san… just hold on.”
