Kaitou KID One Shots 2

Multiplied Doom

Kaito had, once again, one of the most evil ideas in his mind. Former colleagues of his father gathered once a year to exchange magic tricks and talk about old times, and by now Kaito was part of this group. He had heard things far beyond his beliefs, old stories about his Oyaji and of course, they all knew he had been Kaitou KID all along.
And finally, he had this special idea. Days before his heist, he sent an invitation.

Magicians of the century
Hear my call and join my heist
In honor of Kuroba Toichi, the first Kaitou KID
Lets show the world a true wonder
On the seventh of January as the clocktower chimes for the 230th time
Not one but twenty Kaitou KIDs shall enchant our audience.

-Kaitou KID

The next day, he received countless mails of his friends accepting the invitation. Kaito giggled as he skimmed through his mail and leaned back into his chair, flashing a smug and satisfied glance out of the window over to Nakamori's house. He knew for sure that Nakamori-keibu was going to hate him for this even more than now.

At the final day, Kaito prepared as Kaitou KID his last steps until the heist. God, he loved this idea. With eightteen members of the club, Jii-chan and the real Kaitou KID himself, this heist would be the best one he had ever held.
Of course, he had made sure to invite Hakuba, Hattori and Kudo too. After all, his favorite critics shouldn't miss the best heist of his life.

Adrenaline rushed through twenty bodies. Hidden among police and civilians, twenty Kaitou KIDs silently counted time and carefully looked at their surroundings. The ticking clock in the room mixed with the noise of their heartbeats, a moment of silence for both police and magicians.
Nobody knew where each KID was.
Nobody knew the plans of each KID.
An unique magic show of each KID was about to begin.
The tension around the area was thick enough to be sliced through with a knife. Hattori was in sight, playing with his baseball cap. It was the same nervous tick he lived out once he was about to deduce another homicide. Another KID kept his eyes on Hakuba, the halfbrit kept glancing back and forth between his unbearable loud ticking pocket watch and his surroundings. He felt watched, everybody could see it and it drove him near insanity.
Tick Tock.
Tick Tock.
Slow, painful seconds felt like hours.
All detectives were on the edge, legs itching to chase after a certain phantom thief. Kudo was about to loose it but played it all cool. Hands in his pockets, playing with a coin, nervously taking glances left and right. He tried to spot something, anything which could help him.
But there were too many clues for just one KID.
He seemed to be everywhere and nowhere, and the heist hadn't even begun yet. He saw at least five people this evening who had good chances to be KID.
Usually he only saw one and this turned out to be KID. Why not this time?
Nakamori-keibu nervously shifted from one leg to the other, glaring around the room. Guarding this special earring had absolute priority. No sign of KID yet.
But he was going to come. KID had never denied a challenge.

"Three!"
"Two!"
"One!"
A gigantic cloud of smoke evaporated in the whole room, covered each and every single inch with thick fog. Shouts and cries were audible, and then, KID's voice was audible. But not just one KID.
Hattori gritted his teeth, Kudo sweatdropped and Hakuba lost all his facial colour as a chorus of twenty Kaitou KID's chanted the oh so famous greeting.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!"
The task force remained stunned, utter horror plastered onto the detectives' faces and Nakamori-keibu looked like ready to pop a vein. On each casket, each showcase, each chair, stood one Kaitou KID. Arms spread wide, the same look of utter victory and a smug pokerface resembling each of them.
"W-who is the real one?!" someone yelled finally, trying to overcome the volume of cries from fans all over the place.
"IS THAT IMPORTANT?! ARREST THEM ALL!!" Nakamori bellowed, and all those fighting for justice made themselves ready.

The hunt was open.
The task force was an utter chaos, cries and shouts occupied the area, no one was able to listen to any order. KIDs here and there, everywhere, they all gnawed at everybody's nerves and the earring, of course, had vanished. By now, full of glitter and slime, Hakuba sat in a corner, silently rocking back and forth, clinging onto his own legs in utter horror.
"This is not happening... This is not happening... Kuroba didn't multiply..."
Hattori chased after each and every single KID, loosing their trail and dashing in the next second after a new one. The hotblooded Osakan had stamina beyond everyone's belief, the task force was a panting exhausted mess by now. Always so close to get a hold of a cape and still so far away.
Kudo gritted his teeth as he observed instead, closely, drinking in his surroundings. KID didn't multiply. He had help. One of them, he knew for sure, was the true Kaitou KID. The Kaitou had stolen the earring since long by now and Kudo had realised from the beginning that KID was just playing with them. Watching them drive insane, chasing illusion after illusion, he sure sat somewhere comfortable and laughed his ass off as his colleagues lead them astray.
He wouldn't fall for this trick.
He would stay cool and watch for the real phantom.

An earring flashed up in the light.
"There he is!!" Kudo screamed and bolted after the laughing thief as if stung by a wasp, followed by Hattori who had heard his shout. Kaito ran out of the exhibition hall up the stairs, avoiding in the last second a soccer ball that came flying his way and dashed upstairs. Higher and higher, his speed never slowing down, and the detectives behind him determined to catch him.
Both shortly lost sight of him and were not the slightest surprised to find two KIDs at a crossover, smirking at the detectives. Hattori, sweat drenching his body, stared back and forth between them and finally bolted after the left KID into the left corridor.
"YOU TAKE THE OTHER ONE KUDO!"
Shinichi didn't let himself be invited a second time and dashed after the right KID into the right passage. Further and further, higher and higher, the Kaitou couldn't shake him off at all. At the end, he stopped, out of breath just like the detective. A dead end? No, certainly not for him, he was about to crash through the window and escape with his hangglider.
"K-KID... y-you... g-gonna catch... a-arrest..." Kudo panted, barely able to keep himself on his legs, his body trembling of adrenaline pumping through his veins.
"A-already... u-unable to... f-formulate a sen... s-sentence~?" KID tried to be smug but he clearly was just as exhausted. After all, he just ran up 17 levels in massive speed.

Both stood there, trying to catch their breaths, their heartbeats throbbing in their ears. It was just them, all alone. Kudo finally took a shaky step forward and aimed his watch at the white phantom, trying to focuse but his vision blurred with every second. No, he wasn't just going to pass out like that. He had come too far for this.
"K-KID... Y-you... real one...?"
"Y-yes..."
To much more Kudo wasn't able to. Just as he took another step forward he collapsed like a bag of potatos, passed out in both mental and physical exhaustion. Kaitou KID smiled, gentle, he had won this time. He inched closer as well, feeling himself ready to pass out, too, if he wouldn't get any fresh cool air soon. Kaito lowered himself onto his knees and grabbed the grimy body of Kudo Shinichi, pulling him onto his lap to hug him. He rested for a few minutes like this, staring at the detective illuminated by the silverish moonlight. No, he wasn't going to tell him. This secret would stay forever his and his alone. Kaito caressed his cheek, smiling at the peaceful face his companion had just now.
"T-there may have been twenty KIDs today... But Meitantei... only this one here i-is in love with you..."
He pressed a light kiss onto Kudo's forehead and laid him down, getting up to dart out of the window. The fresh air helped him to regain a clear head and out of the corner of his eyes, he saw various other KIDs leaving on their hanggliders.

A truly marvellous show.