Chapter 1
Kaito sighed as he glided over the tall buildings. Another night and no closer to finding Pandora. Not to mention, it had been a rather boring heist since the little detective wasn't there to make things interesting. With the full moon guiding Kaito, he spotted a good place to land near an alley.
Tucking in his glider and landing without any problems, he mentally patted himself on the back for tonight's work. Just as he was about to change into his school uniform and head home, a small sound made him freeze.
Did the police manage to follow me without me noticing? Kaito thought, taking out his card gun and a few smoke bombs.
When no one came, he wondered if he had imagined it, but stayed on guard just in case. When he heard a faint but clear, Hachoo! Kaito realized that it hadn't been his imagination. Someone really was nearby. As another sneeze rang out into the darkness, he made his way towards it. Something in his gut was telling him it wasn't anything dangerous. So, with his interest piqued, he tucked the card gun and smoke bombs away.
Pulling out a flashlight, the magician searched for the sneezing. But as he was sighing and getting ready to give up, another sneeze, this time quite loud and clear, alarmed him. Glancing at the ground he saw a little cardboard box with something inside. Something fluffy.
With Kaito's curiosity suddenly wanting in on the action, he kneeled down to get a better look. An indignant sound cried out at the sudden brightness (which made Kaito internally squeal; not that he'd ever admit that). Inside the box was a fluffy brown ball. As he brought the light towards the box, shining on the contents, another mewl came from the ball. It wiggled a bit and then stopped.
What is this thing? He thought to himself.
Just as he was thinking, a light rain began to fall.
"Crap!" Kaito mumbled to himself.
As he began to get up and leave, he heard a soft whine. Turning back to the box, he saw the ball shiver. Kaito hesitated before changing into his school uniform with a poof of smoke and grabbed the box. Quickly producing an umbrella, he took off in the direction of home.
