The Ghost Type Phantom Thief

By Allietheepic7

A Pokémon AU for Detective Conan

Chapter 1: Honest Advice

The chase was on, as usual.

Shinichi raced after KID, bounding up the stairs two at a time, over traps and tripwires as the cackling thief drew farther away. Despite the irritation of being outwitted, the excitement was building, bubbling up into a smirk slashed across his face. He loved these heists; they were a breath of fresh air compared to the murder cases that plagued his life. They reminded Shinichi of the real reason he decided to be a detective—solving mysteries and riddles.

Now if only KID wasn't so annoying…

Reaching the top of the stairs, Shinichi burst onto the roof, Pokeball in hand. KID stood at the other end, back to him and holding the heist's gem, the Red Roman, to the moonlight. Shinichi approached.

"Not what you're looking for, Kaitou KID?"

"Meitantei," The lilt of KID's voice was pleasant, amused. Shinichi narrowed his eyes. Mocking. The thief turned towards him. "How good to see you! A one-on-one battle as usual?" A Pokeball flashed into view and opened, a Haunter emerging.

He scowled. So what if Shinichi only had one Pokémon? Plenty of trainers only had one! He'd gotten all the way through Japan's 8 Gym Leaders just fine with Alakazam, so who was KID to make fun of him!? Sure, that was before there was a Dark Type Gym Leader, but it still counted! Tossing the ball underhand, Shinichi released Alakazam, who narrowed his eyes when he spotted the thief and his Haunter.

Hopefully the TMs he'd taught Alakazam would turn the battle in his favor. If not…

"Shadow Ball!"

"Sucker Punch!"

Alakazam dodged the attack easily, the Shadow Ball shattering the concrete below instead. A few shards pelted Shinichi's legs. Alakazam punched Haunter, flinging the ghost type back. Hope welled in Shinichi—had he defeated KID with just one move!? But no… Haunter got back up, a little scuffed up but still able to fight. "Use Psychic!" Shinichi shouted. "Finish him off!"

"Haunter, use Crunch, then Shadow Ball again!"

Shinichi watched, horrified, as Haunter basically ignored Alakazam's Psychic and devastated the Pokémon. Alakazam was smashed into the ground, knocked out, and Shinichi raced forward, skinning his knees through his jeans against the rubble as he skid to a stop beside him. Alakazam was knocked out. Again. Guilt knowing at him, Shinichi pulled out the Pokeball. "Return."

He didn't look up as KID stalked towards him, tsking in disappointment. "Ne, Meitantei, you need to get some more Pokémon. Please? No matter how strong your Alakazam is—"

"93," Shinichi cut in, standing. "He's… level 93."

"Impressive. But I still defeated you with a type advantage. Believe it or not, Meitantei, but I worry about you. One day you'll encounter a criminal not as kind as me. You could get hurt or worse. Imagine the look on your girlfriend's face if that happened."

What? Shinichi turned to face him. "I don't have a girlfriend."

"What about that woman… Mouri-chan?"

"Ran?" Shinichi asked. "We're just friends. Besides, we barely see each other anymore." She became the Gym Leader in Teitan Gym a few months ago. He missed her, but understood—Ran had dreamed about being a Gym Leader since their own Pokémon journey 10 years ago.

"Oh, really?" KID smiled and a shiver ran down Shinichi's back. "That's very… interesting."

"Oi, what's with that face—"

"Haunter, use Lick!"

Shinichi stiffened as a rough tongue swept across his back and arms. The paralysis took affect instantly, freezing him in place for KID to circle around like a deranged land-Sharpedo. He stopped right in front of him.

"You know, Meitantei…" KID touched his face, dragging his thumb over Shinichi's bitten lip. He flushed bright red under the attention. "You make it very hard to control myself."

Unable to be stopped, KID leaned down and kissed him. It was just a light pressure, the gentle press of lips on his. It sent a spark through him and Shinichi closed his eyes, savoring the moment. The spark filled his body, warming his face and chest. His eyes flew open when KID pulled away. The thief had a small smile on his face that was somehow more genuine than anything else Shinichi had seen from him. "Something to tide you over until we meet again," he whispered, planting a quick peck on Shinichi's cheek.

He could only watch as KID was swept away by the wind, calling out a joyful "Ta-ta, Meitantei!" over his shoulder. It took over an hour for the paralysis to wear off.

It was only a few days later that Shinichi would regret not taking KID's advice immediately. It was the same day Shinichi Kudo went missing.