-awkwardly waves- Hi. Before you start reading there's a few things you should know about this fic.

Title is inspired by the Linkin Park song. You'll see why as the story progresses.

The smut will be painfully, brutally graphic. You can try to skip over it if you want, but you won't understand why he reacts the way he does. So you'd essentially have the level of understanding the detectives have up until the point he actually has to admit what happened. The noncon is in three stages (chapters) by the way.

He will develop severe psychological symptoms as a result. I'm going to include what medical knowledge I can.

Heiji and Hakuba will be included as much as I can manage. All three detectives will get plenty of hurt/comfort scenes with him.

I'll try to keep it in character.

There's no guarantee this fic won't die, but it's extremely developed at this point: I think it'll make it. It'll be long.

Chapter length will vary. Don't expect 10k words from me in one chapter though: it won't happen.

There is the possibility chapters will be edited and changed after they are posted. I'll give you a heads up if I do, but just a warning.

I don't have any particular update patterns. However I'm much more likely to update faster if people respond because I will see it as an obligation. Feel free to harass me about updating but give me at least a week or two before you do so.

Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated! Thanks~

Enjoy!

Warnings: Injury, Blood

Disclaimer: I don't own Detective Conan or Magic Kaitou

Chapter 1

"Hehe," Kaito grinned, admiring his alter ego's image on the newspaper's front cover. 'Kaitou KID's newest target: Red Night' the headline read: details about the jewel and his past heists were included under the bold font. Despite the name, the jewel is a moonstone rumored to change colors under the moonlight, making it a promising possibility for being Pandora. Even better, the heist was in Beika, and he couldn't resist sending his riddle to the small detective. He'd mapped out dozens of heists plans for whatever Nakamori and Tantei-kun had in store, and a dozen more in case Snake and the organization appeared. Unsurprisingly, his newspaper was rudely shoved down to reveal Kaito's smirking face to Aoko's unamused eyes.

"That stupid thief again?" she commented with an irked tone. "He's just a no-good crook who takes all Aoko's father's time away from her," she glowered. Kaito sighed at the term 'no-good'.

"Well he still has cool magic tricks and I'm still a fan," he shot back with a smile. Aoko shot him a glare before stalking off to talk with Keiko, and Kaito was glad Hakuba was in England so he wouldn't have to listen to the Brit's condescending voice. That was until Akako approached him, worry shining in her ruby eyes. He offered her a suspicious glance, waiting for her to speak.

"Don't go," Akako whispered. "Cancel just this time." Kaito raised an eyebrow; it was the same story as always.

"I told you, I'm not KID," he complained. "You and Hakuba are the same, always..." he was interrupted by the witch quoting yet another prophecy.

"When night falls, the crows will once again strike down the dove. They will pin him and there will be nothing but red and fire and then darkness." She stared back at him as he frowned.

"Hahh? That doesn't even make sense!" Like usual, he snorted. Even so, there was one thing he could gather from the riddle: "crows" always referred to the organization - they would definitely be there. He grabbed his stuff, about to leave when Akako grabbed his arm.

"Something seems different about this time. Something's off. Please don't go," she muttered. At that his surprised expression morphed into a confident smirk.

"Even if I am KID," he smiled. "I can't let that stop me," he grinned in an aggravating, overconfident way. Akako let go of him, watching him disappear around the door.

KID... she gaped. She clenched her hands and grit her teeth. You're a fool.

KID laughed as he dashed up the stairs. Nakamori and the rest of division two were, per usual, chasing another of his dummies far away from the heist building while he'd somehow, strangely been able to trap Tantei-kun in a gooey, glitter trap, much to his relief. Now he didn't have to worry about either's interference as he confronted the organization which he was certain was on the rooftop. He slid the door open, slipping soundlessly into the night air, the strong breeze playfully rustling his bangs into his eyes. He froze at the sound of a gun clicking, smirking as he leisurely turned around.

"Snake," he drawled with disinterest. The man sneered at him.

"Hand over the jewel," the assassin demanded, waving the gun in a threatening manner. KID raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. He removed the jewel from his chest pocket, letting the silvery moonstone reflect various colors in the nighttime, true to the rumors but certainly not Pandora. It was all for show of course, he'd already tested it earlier, aware of the letdown.

"It's not Pandora," he deadpanned, keeping up the apathetic act while he mentally noted all of Snake's movements and the firearm's direction.

"I'll be the one to judge that," Snake responded with another menacing motion. "Hand it over." The thief visibly shrugged, easily switching the real jewel with a fake and tossing it towards the man. Snake caught it and had just enough time to see KID's taunting signature imprinted on the counterfeit before the entire rooftop filled with colored smoke, Kaito leaping off the building and activating the glider toward what he believed to be safety. Conan-kun crossed his mind for a moment before he decided it was best to leave the scene and confront the detective later. Disappointing for both of them, but he figured he could always stop by the Mouri residence later.

Speaking of the small detective... Dozens of face offs with him caused Kaito to be hyperaware of the slightest shift in the air, and he instinctively jerked the glider at the sound of a projectile slicing through the darkness. He felt the sharp, hot flash of pain on his side and the viscous fluid soaking his suit. With a quick glance around, he employed another flash bomb, seemingly vanishing completely.

Kaito clutched his side, breathing heavily, sitting down with his back pressed against the wall and his head oriented towards the window. He warily watched the red speck sweep the opposite wall before moving on to, hopefully, a different section of the building. He remained there for a few minutes, keeping steady pressure on the wound before cautiously peeking out the window. When his blatant hat was not filled with lead, he slid over to the door, opening it a crack and confirming the hallway was empty. The thief ambled down until he found a bathroom, checking again and then locking it behind him. Taking another deep breath, he pulled out a surgical needle and thread, willing himself to relax as he sat down on the bathroom tiles. He shifted his hand slightly, grimacing at the gush of blood between his fingers, soaking his fair gloves. This was going to hurt. It wasn't the first time it'd happened and he doubted it'd be the last, but that didn't make it any less painful. He should have brought some numbing medication, what with Akako's warning, but with the vest...

Kaito sighed glumly, waiting a few minutes before lifting his hand again. He was still bleeding but it wasn't spurting like before. It seemed the bullet slashed his side; it hadn't injured anything but skin although the gash was fairly deep. With resignation, he unbuttoned his coat and blue shirt and slid off the lightweight, USELESS, bullet resistant vest. Useless against snipers at least, and he was rather displeased when they'd show up unlike Snake who was more an annoyance at this point. An annoyance who murdered his father, he thought with gritted teeth, pinching the wound and sliding the needle into his skin. The teen could hear his heart beating in his ears and had to pause a moment to regain control of his breathing. He closed his eyes, listening to his slowing respirations before directing his attention to the wound with a level head, wincing as he poked the needle into the other side.

Kaito promptly and efficiently sewed the laceration before his hands could start shaking, panting as he tied the last knot. He leaned back, resting for another moment before pulling out his only spare suit he had on him tonight. Well... he thought to himself. Now that he was back in the building he might as well go bother Tantei-kun. He'd just have to be careful not to push too many wrong buttons unless he wanted to try dodging soccer balls of doom injured. Smiling at the idea of an annoyed detective, Kaito exited the washroom, contentedly meandering down the halls.

KID froze at the sound of a door opening behind him. He heard the scuff of boots against the wood floor and made a motion to turn around. Then someone grabbed him, black clad arms gripping his chest, startling and confusing him as he was dragged into the closet, the door clicking shut behind him and his captor.

That's it friends; it only goes downhill from here for quite a while. Please review!