Okay, I decided to completely redo this story. So if you have read it, you need to reread it. Because it's really different. This has taken me a few years to redo, mainly because of my own laziness and what not. But I can say I'm proud of the new story.

I don't own Magic Kaito, Aoyama-sensei does.

III

Kaito glanced sadly at the house, casting its shadow over him, chilling his skin, covering it with small goose bumps. He sighed, eyes lowering to his feet, and back up to the building. He shifted the pack on his shoulder. He knew this was going to be the last time he saw this house. The last time he would see the person inside.

To onlookers, it would seem like he was coming home from a long trip, looking up at the house with sad eyes, remembering how long it had been, his pack, full of souvenirs.

But, it was filled with Kaitou Kid's hat, cape and card gun and signature monocle. All he would need for a heist, all he would need for his new life. Because the famous Kaitou Kid had done what Kaito never would have imagined; Kid had taken over the 19 year old boy.

It had been six months since the young magician had found Pandora, and successfully destroyed it. But, ever since Kaito had put the monocle down for the last time, he wasn't able to sleep. Whenever he went out, he had to use every ounce of will power not to take something that had a shiny, glossy surface. Kaito panicked, not knowing what else to do, he consulted his friend and Kaitou Kid's nemesis, Hakuba Saguru. But, not even the detective could save him.

III

"Kuroba-san…" the blond detective eyed the dark haired boy over his tea, "I've noticed that you have been…edgy…lately. Is everything alright?"

Kaito sat a little straighter in his chair. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You haven't seemed to be yourself lately, is everything alright?"

Kaito stared at him coldly, eyes slightly dulled. "Who else would I be?"

"I fear that since he has 'disappeared' you don't quite know who you are anymore."Hakuba stated calmly, closing his eyes and taking a small sip of his tea.

Kaito jumped out of his seat, slamming his hands to the table "I KNOW EXCATLY WHO I AM!"

"There is no need to shout."Hakuba didn't open his eyes, voice still calm.

Kaito paused, "Sorry…" he murmured, sitting back down in his seat.

There was a pause before Hakuba opened his eyes, placing his cup back on its saucer. "Have you noticed that Kid's eyes are an almost purple color?"

Kaito's brow quirked, and he shook his head lightly, "No…They're blue."

"Your eyes are blue, Kuroba-kun. I have spent my career tracking the thief. I think I would know his eye color."

"Nakamouri-keibu states their blue; he's been doing this a lot longer than-"

"Because they can be mistakenas blue." Hakuba stared at the boy across from him, face stern and brow furrowed slightly. "You're eyes."

"What about them?"

"During this conversation, your eyes have changed between blue and the purple four times."

Kaito's eyes widened, "What?"

Hakuba shrugged, "Do you remember every word of the conversation we've had."

Kaito stared at him blankly, "Yeah?"

"Can you be certain? What about when you are out and about, perhaps feeling strange urges to do things that would seem, criminal perhaps?"

Kaito felt his blood surge, "What the hell do you mean by that?"

The blond detective shrugged, "You know where I stand with you and Kid, you've know that for three years, since we first met, you can acknowledge it or not, I don't care, I would just rather you not get thrown in jail, or a mental institution for stealing a priceless jewel and not realize what you're doing. That's all."

Kaito looked down at his hands. "Sometimes, I'll be walking down the street, and I'll see a woman wearing a necklace, and I can hear myself mumbling what it is, whether it's real or not, and what it's approximately worth, and I feel…that it's not myself that's speaking…I think I'm…"

"I believe what you are thinking of is a 'split personality' not exactly crazy. You've been two different people, with two different lives for so long, that your mind is making just that; two different people." Hakuba sipped his tea.

Kaito looked down at his cooling tea, eyes somber. "What-what do I do?"

"Personally? I have no idea."

Kaito sat in silence for a few minutes, fingers gripping the side of the table, turning his knuckles white. "Kaito," blue eyes looked up at hazel. "This has been happening for about a year now. At first it was just small flickers, even I didn't believe it at first, I thought that it was just my imagination…but now, it will be for long moments of time, ten minutes even." The detective took another sip of tea. "I fear that if you don't do something now, something really bad will happen."

"Like what?"

Hakuba paused. "Like there would be no more Kuroba Kaito, I would assume…this alter ego of yours has become…too powerful, and may take over your being. I wouldn't risk the safety of your mother, Jii, or…or anyone that you truly cared about in…any fashion…"

"What…" Kaito said slowly. "You're talking about Aoko aren't you?"

"Would you rather sort yourself out here and her find out the one thing that you would never want her to find out? Finding out her-childhood friend was her father's worst enemy isn't something that she could probably take."

They sat in silence, Kaito's head swirling as he heard Hakuba place his cup in the saucer. "…I would…take a vacation, or something. To clear your mind, and sort out who you really are."

Kaito was silent for a few moments, then softly spoke, "Where should I go?"

"Europe? Someone from my family would take you in, or, at least find you a place. Or perhaps you could drift; travel."

Kaito sighed, looking down at his fingers that were still gripping the table. He pried his fingers from the smooth wood surface. He heard a chair screech slightly, and small footsteps. Hakuba grabbed Kaito's shoulder. "Don't worry, Kaito, everything will work out."

Kaito looked up and Hakuba. He smiled softly standing up, giving him a small hug. "Thank you."

Hakuba pulled Kaito in more, tightening his hug. "Try making yourself famous for your magic and not your sticky fingers…" The blonde patted him on the back comfortingly.

Kaito laughed softly, "I'll try." He returned the hug. "Take care of Aoko for me."

III

"Kaito?" Her voice brought him out of his trance and he turned to see Aoko standing in her door way. He stared at her, face void of emotion, but his heart full of sorrow and regret. He tried to keep his poker face from falling, smiling slightly. "Hey."

"What are you doing here?" she looked at the bag on his shoulder, her eyes widened. "Kaito, are you going somewhere?"

"Yeah…" he felt the lump in his throat grow larger and his eyes glassy as he looked back up at the house.

She came down the steps, slowly, walking towards him like he was a skittish deer. "Kaito…" she reached out for him, extending her arm slightly, hesitating before touching his forearm.

At the touch his head snapped back, looking at her for a spilt-second before pulling her into a tight embrace, burying his face in her hair.

"Kaito…" she returned the embrace, bringing on hand up to stroke the hair on the back of his neck. "Kaito, what's wrong?"

They stood in silence, Kaito taking in Aoko's scent, calming him slightly. You've always been able to calm me Aoko, even when it didn't seem possible.

"I'm…I'm-sorry Aoko…" his poker face slipped, clutching her harder, shaking as he sobbed into her hair.

"It's alright, it's alright." She cooed, stroking his hair. He could feel her shaking under him slightly.

"No…It's not okay…I shouldn't have to leave…to leave you…but…but it's something that I have to do…I have to piece myself back together…"

"Kaito…what?"

He raised his head, pushing her back slightly, looking her in the eyes. "I will come back. Promise." He bent down and kissed her softly on the lips.

Before she could react, he pulled away. "Aoko, I'm sorry." He let go of her arms, bowing, exposing his neck.

"NO!" Aoko brought him back in a hard embrace, tears finally spilling from her eyes."Kaito, I don't know what's going on, but please! Don't leave! We can work through this! I lo-"

"No, Aoko." He put a finger to her lips, poker face falling back into place.

"But…"

"Aoko, please don't." He took a step back and before she could react, rose petals surrounded him.

"KAITO!" she dashed into the petals to find no one there.

III

From an unknown location, Kaito sat and watched her; watched her cry, for him. Tears of sorrow, tears of regret. He was able to place his poker face back over his emotions, but only just. "Aoko, I'm sorry, but this is what must be done."

With that, he started his journey. As he walked passed a window, he glanced in. The reflection he saw was not what he felt. His heart lay heavy, his entire body tired, but the reflection showed a man, not a mere teenager, standing tall as he walked down the street, smirking. "Now, now Kaito, it will be alright. We'll go and have our own adventures now."