#mr unknown

For those who don't know, Mr Unknown is a legendary crime fighter in Japan. Who is immediately killed in the Batman Incorporated Series. He was like Batman and masked Detective who kept operating even when he couldn't fight any more, and had college student Jiro Osamu stand in for the fighting.

In this Au/In the world of Detective Conan I like to think he was this legendary figure in the Detective Community. And definitely Shinichi's favourite Super-hero. Because lets be real, he's only going to pick the Detective shaped heroes. His Death takes place right before the Kaito becomes KID and Shinich becomes Conan.

Now, Toichi I always imagined while not a violent man he didn't give back the things he stole. Unlike Kaito. So Crime fighters like Mr Unknown had to step in to stop him with varied success. While Toichi was never caught sometimes his schemes was thwarted. I like the idea that even though they were mostly enemies they respected each other and that Toichi would assist against some villains much worse then he is. He would be like a fusion of Cat Woman and the Riddler minus any death traps.

Hearing your heavy breathing from a blocked nose and heavy steps, a delightful cheer tickled his ears. He knew where you lived and even saw the place in person. He was considering getting a staff to bring it, but he would rather do it himself. Despite his busy schedule, he lied to you about having a day off. In fact, right now he was breaking the rules. Neither of the boys knew he was gone, to do this for you. Neither did he intend to lie about having a day off, but seeing your messages of approaching Wonho, made him panic. He needed and excuse for you to not go to see that guy, and stay just a bit longer. His phone buzzing in his pocket, while hearing his solo song boost from the thin walls of your apartment. His fingers replying to you in the speed of light, not making you suspicious. A hood covering the face, he across the road to approach the snow-covered park.

Your heart beat faster, repeating his compliments on your raspy voice, that you have always been sad about. His encouragement and enlighten words, you never thought would surpass your ears. It wasn’t only his words, but you noticed his messages contained the pet name ‘Princess’. It made your heart flutter and butterflies fill your stomach, that you didn’t dare to stop him. Despite the nausea, you helped yourself eating the bucket of ice cream. After your last message, he didn’t reply for a while. You stood up, to get something to drink from your fridge, where you could have an overview of the outside. A man, in black jeans and hoodie covering his head, but a hint of blonde hair sticking out. He was looking at the scenery of the park across your apartment. Observing the young man with caring eyes, he felt oddly familiar. His posture, skin colour and blonde hair, it was like lightning stroke you. He reminded you of Jimin, a person you wished all good luck to. Day dreaming of his smile dazzling towards you yesterday, when you asked about his wellbeing. Looking at the man walking around in the park, you imagined it was the actual Jimin. What would you do? Nothing. Despite the urge of calling his name to make sure, you knew he was just a normal person like you, despite the cold. The man crouched down and fished his phone out of his pocket, focusing on something in front of him. A flower, just visible through the remaining snow. Vibrating colours that could blind, with the sun shining above it. He took a picture, adoring it on the LED screen until he walked towards the gate, far away from your sight.

Mr. Unknown texted about wanting to hear you sing in front of him, letting you mesmerise him with your talent. He would be your biggest fan, when you broke through the idol industry. Support, love and respect you like no one else. He gave you multiple smiles on the lips, making you wish he was right beside you. Let him embrace and wrap his arms around you. But everything turned to dust, when you couldn’t imagine him. He was merely a shadow to you, nothing but a black silhouette of a man. To be fair, the only men you could imagine being this sweet and like a prince, was Park Jimin.

The text messages you got, slowly turned to his voice. You wanted to dream of him being beside you, but it was also a part of your foolish dream.

“There is no way, I would ever get to be near Jimin this way” You snickered, bringing your cup of cocoa to your lips. At that moment, the hot liquid touched your pink shaded lips. A new text message from Mr. Unknow, it was a picture. Unfortunately, not of himself, but of a cup with cocoa and marshmallows melting on top. Asking you if you would care for a drink, but you just send a picture of your Ryan cup with the same content. Drinking of your cocoa, it delighted you he was doing the same. It was like a date, but invisible.

The day went on with constant texting, not letting each other have a time off. You got to know him better, and so did he with you. He was eager to know what you loved and cared for, what made you sad, everything. Telling him your deepest secret, he would tell his too.

“I’m scared of thunder” You texted, feeling your fingers shake. It wasn’t that it was a deep secret, you just hated talking about it. The loud banging in the air, making you squirm under your blanket, holding onto your favourite teddy bear. Your mom always said, it would protect you.

“I’m right here, I’ll keep you safe” A text lightening on the screen, making you blush furiously. It wasn’t the fever, that made you this heated, but him. He always knew what to say and stood by, whatever he believed in. The inhuman and second world, as there would be Men in black walking around amongst us.

“I’m scared to be forgotten” A second text popping up. The words filling your head, like the text books your teachers threw at you. It didn’t make sense, because why would he fear that. As for someone who didn’t have a lot of people to be around, it didn’t bother you that they will forget you. You were always alone and had to deal with your troubles, without the slightest pity from others.

“I will never forget you” You texted back. He’s right, being forgotten isn’t pleasant. He was an entertainer, of course he wanted people to remember his name. Letting them know, he was the person who did the ‘thing’. The person that spread love, compassion and energy to others.

“I will never forget my prince.” You whispered, walking over to the kitchen. It was already evening, and to your surprise. Wonho seemed like air to you, but he wasn’t totally forgotten. He was a prince, but was he yours?

“Here’s the recipe, from my friend. He said it’s good for your health and it’s one of my favourite dishes!” A new text lightening the dark room, making your heart flutter. He taught you newer things and never gave up believing you, despite your hardships and multiple fails. He was the best friend and only real friend, you wished you could touch. The day flew by, turning morning to late at night. Something kept you awake, but your weak body was about to crash. 

“I don’t want this deal to succeed…”

Your fingers working on their own, almost letting you send the messages. A text that could change the relationship, the two of you, build in the past weeks. You both had fun, despite not being around in physical form. But something told you, it was too dangerous to get closer. Even though he was the prince you wished for, it wasn’t the deal you made. You wanted to take him in, tell him where you could meet. Tell him…how you have fallen in love. At this point, it would be too painful to let him go. You would turn back to your boring life and he would continue his, with Mina. Sighing loudly, you deleted the message you wrote. If there was a chance of him leaving, you might as well put your feelings aside.

“A deal, is a deal” You choked on your words, feeling the tears run down your hot cheeks. You regretted pushing the ‘send’, but it had to be done. Tomorrow, was going to be the day. This wasn’t about you, but him. “There is no time to be selfish Y/N….” You broke down, feeling your knees hit your forehead. Your arms wrapping them up like a blanket, imagining the pain you would feel, seeing his last message. You weren’t ready to let him go, not yet. 

*Jimin’s Phone*