Detective Conan Kaito Novels & Stories

the girl glared at me. Eek! She's scary as hell! "I-I... I don't know either." I uttered mindlessly not knowing whether to state my name or not. "Hmph! Then die!" The girl held her weapon again and charged at an unbelievable speed. "K-Ken'ichi! My name is Saito Ken'ichi! Saito Ken'ichi is my name!" As the girl charged forward at an unbelievable speed, Ken'ichi startled and was so shocked that he didn't even know what to do.

I said, leaning forward, “why one of your men was seen fleeing a federal crime scene.” “I didn’t send anyone,” Kaito said, his tone firm. “I’ll look into it, Don. I’ll find the bastard and bring him to you myself.” I didn’t respond right away. I studied him, my gut twisting. Kaito was too sharp to make a mistake like that, I know, but even the best of us had traitors in our midst. Just like whoever the fuck had faked my father's death. I clenched my fists. The more I pulled at that thread, the more I realized how tangled it was.

We do not have time for this shit. I rolled my eyes and leaned back against the settee waving for Angelo to continue with his plan. " Thank you. Anyway, Kaito is the only bone who's sort of on good terms with Dante. He can call Dante up and tell him he wants to talk; go outside and shoot the old bastard."" And get shot in the process?" Angelo shook his head in response to Matteo's question." Kaito has men, he can take some with him as a palladium and he can wear a pellet evidence vest."

I nod, snapping my gaze towards her, “Yes, I do! You’re just repeating what I already know. Stay clear of A-Jun… I get it. I’d rather sit on a cactus than share the same air with him… again.” “Good,” Jane says. Getting up from the bed, she walks over to a chair, sitting facing me with her legs crossed. Second on the list is Kaito.” “Kaito?” I ask. “Who the fuck is Kaito?” “He is a Japanese prisoner; he committed massacre, terrorism, and a lot of atrocities,” Jane announces. “That’s a lot of crime.” I chip in.

Kaito called out while dragging a bloodied, limp waiter… I mean the assassin- his eyes wild with rage and bloodlust. Hawk nodded before pulling Charlotte and me into his big embrace. He conversed a little with Kaito in Italian, and then Kaito flashed one smile I had never seen on him. It was jarring, cold, lifeless. Like a whole other entity had just possessed his body. He looked empty. Like a demon sent to haunt all the living. “This motherfucker and I have a lot to talk about!”

Now, thinking of certain hypothesis like why would this guy knows such a thing. To be honest, I, myself, knew nothing about the rumor and how did they found out I'm after their DIAMOND. With minutes of deduction, finally summing up a conclusion that this guy I'm dancing with tonight is no other but a 'Detective'. His presence is quite rare or it shouldn't even exist in my WORLD. "Who are you?" I asked as I bowed my head, not wanting to meet his gaze. "I'm Detective Kaizi Hirogome." was his response.

Said: - Oh sure… Lou looked questioningly at his brother. “Police… Inspector Donovan. He asked if you were here. Said he'd send a patrol car for us. Wants to talk to you. Consciousness returned to Kitsune again in some dark, windowless room. While her eyes were adjusting to the darkness, she tried not even to breathe, so as not to make noise and be able to rely on her hearing. It seemed that she was alone here, but the terrible feeling that now a terrible SOMETHING would rush at her from the darkness did not leave her.

“One you’re uniquely suited for.” He tossed an envelope onto the table. A photo slid out—sharp, recent. The man in the picture had a disarming smile. Eyes that didn’t match it. Annabell’s breath caught. “Are you sure it’s him?” “Without a doubt.” Kaito’s smile was slow and deliberate. He leaned back in his chair, predator-like. Iden watched her closely, saying nothing yet. A flicker of something passed between them—an unspoken thread, fragile and taut.

She shifted carefully, avoiding the glass as she moved toward the small cabinet along the wall. "Where's your first aid kit?" Kane dragged a hand through his hair, exhaling slowly. "Last drawer." She found it quickly, pulling it open and grabbing the kit, returning to him with quiet focus. He watched her the entire time. Every movement. Every small expression. She knelt in front of him, opening the box, her fingers moving with surprising confidence. "You do this a lot?" he asked roughly. She glanced up briefly, a small smile tugging at her lips.

I’d played it cool, said I’d think about it, but his face—those high cheekbones, that subtle smirk—had been stuck in my head since. Now, his glances felt like a game, and I was flustered, my usual confidence wobbling. The conference wrapped, and I was speaking with my assistant when his voice came from behind, smooth and low with no japanese accent in sight. “Lisa.” I turned, his height forcing me to tilt my head, his cologne—a crisp mix of sandalwood and citrus—hitting me. “Kaito,” I said, smiling, my voice quieter than usual.