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Conan stopped dead in his tracks as the light from his watch fell over a crumpled pile of white cloth in the dark alleyway.
Kid? Did something happen? Is he unconscious? Injured? Dead??
He ran over and knelt down, noticing immediately that the form under all the fabric was not that of a young adult. The head of unruly hair poking out from under the cape, was that of a child.
Oh no… no, no, no, no, no… How could this happen at a heist???
"Kid!" Conan grabbed the thief's small shoulders and shook him. He heard a tiny groan, followed by Kid slowly pushing himself up.
"Meita-," Kid tried to speak, but stopped abruptly and cleared his throat, not used to the sound of a child's voice coming from his mouth. He looked down at himself, his hands completely covered by his sleeves. Then he looked up at the detective, shoulders slumping as he was forced to accept the reality of the situation.
"Kid… I'm so sorry…"
"What do I… How do I… I can't do heists likes this!" Kid exclaimed.
"I'm afraid you're going to have to put that on hold," Conan said, placing a hand on the thief's shoulder.
"But… if Kid disappears… and I disappear… people are going to suspect…" He trailed off, a distinct look of fear in his eyes.
Conan knew how difficult it was to avoid suspicion, the thief's fear was completely understandable.
"Come here…" the detective pulled Kid into a tight hug. "We'll figure something out, okay?"
Kaito hesitantly accepted the hug. It felt strange to be comforted by his rival, but… for the time being, it seemed they were on the same side.