Stereotypical (Fanfic100)
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candyficsTitle: Stereotypical
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Toichi, Nakamori (General series)
Prompt: #19—white
Word Count: 677 words
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: I do not own Detective Conan. It all belongs to Gosho Aoyama. I simply borrow the characters, tie them up, and dance them around like life-sized puppets. I do wish they’d stop complaining.
Summary: What do you think the world’s greatest thief would be like?
“Ginzo-san, I have an odd question.”
The newly-promoted Police Inspector glanced up from his beer and raised an eyebrow. “What?”
Kuroba Toichi shuffled the cards in his hands once, twice, three more times before he spoke again. “If you were to imagine the world’s greatest thief, what would said thief be like?”
Nakamori lowered the can to the table and regarded his poker partner with a strange look that spoke volumes of dubious confusion at the admittedly unique query. “I’m afraid I don’t follow.”
“What would he wear? How would he act? How would he go about stealing whatever target he was after?” Toichi elaborated. “Remember that he is to be the world’s greatest thief.”
“Are you considering a second job?” Nakamori couldn’t resist the tease, especially because it was far too rare for him to be the one doing the teasing. “I thought there was good money in show business.”
“There is indeed, but the idea struck me the other day, and I thought I would ask the trained professional for his professional opinion. What would be the characteristics of the world’s greatest thief?” Toichi asked with great and unfeigned interest.
“Well, let’s see…” Ginzo thought for a moment. “I imagine he would have to be someone stealthy, capable of getting in and out of a place without being seen or heard. If he’s seen or heard, the chances increase that he’ll be captured, correct?”
“It stands to reason.”
“Along the same lines, I would say that when he’s, ah, working, he would probably work at night and favor dark colors for clothing to blend in. It’s easier to hide when you can camouflage yourself to your surroundings. Again, we’re assuming that this person does not want to get caught.”
“Again, logical enough.”
“I also think he would be very careful to keep his targets as secret as his identity,” the Inspector drummed his fingers on the table as he spoke. “If they knew what he was stealing, they would beef up the security, which would make his job a great deal more difficult. A thief usually doesn’t want to take anymore risks than are absolutely necessary, so they’d want to strike in secret when there are as few people around as possible to get away with the greatest possible amount.”
“Interesting. So you imagine someone who shuns the spotlight, wears black so he can stay in the shadows, and keeps everything as secret as possible?” Toichi chuckled, turning the cards in his hands. “I thought I said a thief, Ginzo, not a ninja.”
“It’s remarkable how often those two could overlap,” Nakamori said dryly as he gestured for Toichi to deal another hand, already putting the odd conversation from his mind as another flight of fancy on the part of his imaginative friend.
-o-
Not long afterwards, a new criminal appeared on the streets of Tokyo.
Or rather, in the air above the streets of Tokyo.
This man wore an outfit of elaborate white, made all the more conspicuous by his interesting accessory choices of hat and cape and monocle. He sent notes in advance, detailing the time and location of his heists, and turned what should have been serious affairs and displays of blatant crime into grand spectacles of magic and showmanship to be appreciated by the ever-growing crowd of fans who gathered in the streets below.
And the police taskforce assigned to the case, headed by Nakamori Ginzo, could not touch him, no matter how much security they added or how many traps they laid for the brazen bandit in white. Even with forewarnings of his intended targets, he always still managed to give them the slip.
As the harried Inspector stood on the street one afternoon overseeing plans for that evenings heist prevention measures, he recalled a discussion with a good friend over a game of cards as to what the world’s greatest thief would be like. He had described the stereotypical image of such a person, and soon after found himself faced with the exact opposite.
Could it possibly be…?
…nah.
PS. I realize that this is totally bending canon, since it’s been inferred that Kaitou Kid was already running around when Kaito and Aoko met and the two families became friends. But the mental image was just too much fun to ignore. So I wrote it. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Toichi, Nakamori (General series)
Prompt: #19—white
Word Count: 677 words
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: I do not own Detective Conan. It all belongs to Gosho Aoyama. I simply borrow the characters, tie them up, and dance them around like life-sized puppets. I do wish they’d stop complaining.
Summary: What do you think the world’s greatest thief would be like?
“Ginzo-san, I have an odd question.”
The newly-promoted Police Inspector glanced up from his beer and raised an eyebrow. “What?”
Kuroba Toichi shuffled the cards in his hands once, twice, three more times before he spoke again. “If you were to imagine the world’s greatest thief, what would said thief be like?”
Nakamori lowered the can to the table and regarded his poker partner with a strange look that spoke volumes of dubious confusion at the admittedly unique query. “I’m afraid I don’t follow.”
“What would he wear? How would he act? How would he go about stealing whatever target he was after?” Toichi elaborated. “Remember that he is to be the world’s greatest thief.”
“Are you considering a second job?” Nakamori couldn’t resist the tease, especially because it was far too rare for him to be the one doing the teasing. “I thought there was good money in show business.”
“There is indeed, but the idea struck me the other day, and I thought I would ask the trained professional for his professional opinion. What would be the characteristics of the world’s greatest thief?” Toichi asked with great and unfeigned interest.
“Well, let’s see…” Ginzo thought for a moment. “I imagine he would have to be someone stealthy, capable of getting in and out of a place without being seen or heard. If he’s seen or heard, the chances increase that he’ll be captured, correct?”
“It stands to reason.”
“Along the same lines, I would say that when he’s, ah, working, he would probably work at night and favor dark colors for clothing to blend in. It’s easier to hide when you can camouflage yourself to your surroundings. Again, we’re assuming that this person does not want to get caught.”
“Again, logical enough.”
“I also think he would be very careful to keep his targets as secret as his identity,” the Inspector drummed his fingers on the table as he spoke. “If they knew what he was stealing, they would beef up the security, which would make his job a great deal more difficult. A thief usually doesn’t want to take anymore risks than are absolutely necessary, so they’d want to strike in secret when there are as few people around as possible to get away with the greatest possible amount.”
“Interesting. So you imagine someone who shuns the spotlight, wears black so he can stay in the shadows, and keeps everything as secret as possible?” Toichi chuckled, turning the cards in his hands. “I thought I said a thief, Ginzo, not a ninja.”
“It’s remarkable how often those two could overlap,” Nakamori said dryly as he gestured for Toichi to deal another hand, already putting the odd conversation from his mind as another flight of fancy on the part of his imaginative friend.
Not long afterwards, a new criminal appeared on the streets of Tokyo.
Or rather, in the air above the streets of Tokyo.
This man wore an outfit of elaborate white, made all the more conspicuous by his interesting accessory choices of hat and cape and monocle. He sent notes in advance, detailing the time and location of his heists, and turned what should have been serious affairs and displays of blatant crime into grand spectacles of magic and showmanship to be appreciated by the ever-growing crowd of fans who gathered in the streets below.
And the police taskforce assigned to the case, headed by Nakamori Ginzo, could not touch him, no matter how much security they added or how many traps they laid for the brazen bandit in white. Even with forewarnings of his intended targets, he always still managed to give them the slip.
As the harried Inspector stood on the street one afternoon overseeing plans for that evenings heist prevention measures, he recalled a discussion with a good friend over a game of cards as to what the world’s greatest thief would be like. He had described the stereotypical image of such a person, and soon after found himself faced with the exact opposite.
Could it possibly be…?
…nah.
PS. I realize that this is totally bending canon, since it’s been inferred that Kaitou Kid was already running around when Kaito and Aoko met and the two families became friends. But the mental image was just too much fun to ignore. So I wrote it. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!
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