Title: Midnight Reflections
Author: mastermind13
Word Count: 367
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Nothing of here, save the plot, is mine.
Character/Pairing: Kuroba Kaito, Kaitou Kid
Note: Yawn. Ladies and Gentlemen, I bring about another drabble. Sorry though, that I can't seem to make things other than drabble. You can request a fanart, but the thing is I don't have a scanner. Dad, if you're reading this, go buy me one!
Summary: An aftermath of a heist found Kaito in front of a mirror, reflecting…
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An hour over midnight and after a tiring heist found Kaitou Kid standing in front of a large mirror under the pale shine of the full moon. He stared at his reflection and saw a thief clad in white. He knew very well who is it. It was his other half, a dual identity, one he can't leave without. It was his solitude, and the closest to the Pandora Gem and the Black Organization.
It was ritual, which he would do after his night activities. Kaitou Kid was turning back to Kuroba Kaito, and would disappear, as if he never existed. But he would always come back, after Kaito would find a gem, which caught his interest, to steal.
Carefully, almost reluctantly, he removed the monocle. The hat went along with the monocle, so did the white tux. The mirror revealed his exact movements, it always did. In truth, he hated mirrors. Mirrors are the only ones who can do what he and his father can; even imitate their most difficult tricks without any mistakes. Perhaps a magician's true nemesis is a mirror.
He watched as the part of him, the infamous Kaitou Kid, thief extraordinaire, removed one by one. It certainly felt like his limbs are being ripped apart. Painful and empty, like half of yourself went to a bottomless void, where you can't grasp it. He wondered idly, in the midst of his ritual if his father went through this crisis. Probably yes, due to the presence of the mirror, which is part of the room when he discovered it. The irony of being a kaitou.
Kuroba Kaito stood in front of the mirror, taking one last glance of the discarded costume hanged in the wall. Turning, his back facing the mirror, he headed towards the door. He never looked back; satisfied with the little click on the wall that indicated that door is closed and all people would come upon is the large painting of his father. Creeping towards his room, he thought of the English speech he never made because of the heist. Nah, he would just think of that when he wakes up later in the morning. After all, he has school.
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