(Credit where credit is due to the lovely d0ir__ for the idea for this concept💕)
Footsteps pound loudly against the pavement as the Phantom Thief makes his way down the street under the cover of the night, the only light coming from the streetlights hanging overhead and the little bits of light leaking through the windows of the rooms inside the buildings. In between his gloved hands, he clutches tight to the precious jewel he's stolen from one of the local museums like the skilled criminal he is. The man in the masquerade mask smiles to himself, chuckling a little as he cranes his head over his shoulder at the single detective chasing giving pursuit.
The Detective snarls, clutching his firearm tightly between his two hands as he struggles to keep up with the thief in the long, billowing cape. He can't let him get away, not this time. Not after so many failed attempts of catching him.
He grits his teeth. Why hadn't backup arrived yet?! He's going to get away!
The Phantom Thief laughs loud and carefree, as if this was all just some fun game to him. In a way, it kind of was.
"What's the matter, Detective Komaeda?" He taunts, "Can't keep up with my long, strong legs?"
"Stop! Give back the jewel, you're under arrest!" He shouts back, much to the Thief's amusement.
"You've got to catch me first! And good luck with that!"
The Detective's feet begin to slow slightly, starting to run out of stamina. He's always had low stamina since his childhood, something that his friends and co-workers often enjoy teasing him about.
The Phantom Thief on the other hand, was strong and fit; athletic enough to practically run for hours!
"Haji, more officers are going to be there any minute," Chiaki's tired voice drones in the Thief's ear, "Finish this up and get out of there."
The Phantom Thief stops still a few feet ahead, spinning on the heel of his boot to face the now-panting detective, snickering at the sight.
"Oh my, are we done already, Komaeda? Tsk Tsk, you should really spend more time on the treadmill, my dear," He holds up the red jewel for the fluffy-haired officer to see, "Thank you for this by the way. It looks quite valuable."
The detective pulls himself back up, pointing the gun at his chest, trying to steady his aim. "Drop the jewel. Put your hands up in the air."
"And wave them like you just don't care? Sorry, I don't have time to grind with you tonight, there's somewhere I've got to be."
And just as the brunet speaks, a dark unmarked van pulls up alongside the Thief, large sliding door flying open. Said Thief smirks, giving the Detective a mock-salute, tipping his top hat slightly.
"Bye, Komaeda." He calls, hoping into the van and pulling the door shut behind him, much to the Detective's dismay.
"No, Wait!" He cries, reaching out towards the van but he's too late; the vehicle is already flying down the street.
The fluffy-haired boy grits his teeth, turning the safety back on on his gun before putting itback in his holster. "Damn it!" He curses, dramatically stamping his foot on the sidewalk like a child throwing a temper tantrum.
Light footsteps make their presence known and suddenly Detectives Koizumi and Saihara are standing by his side.
"Did he get away again?" Mahiru demands, narrowing her eyes as Shuichi curses quietly under his breath.
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Gonna Take Your Heart
Fanfiction"The Detective snarls, clutching his firearm tightly between his two hands as he struggles to keep up with the thief in the long, billowing cape. He can't let him get away, not this time. Not after so many failed attempts of catching him." Komahina...
