Hi guys! This is basically just...What if this happened in DC/MK?

What if #1

What if Kaito couldn't make it back to Aoko on time when they were at Tropical Land in episode 2 (of MK)?

There was a poof, and the entire theater was filled with smoke. Aoko squinted her eyes as she pulled off her 3D glasses. Finally, lights illuminated the room, the smoke dissipated. She was able to see.

Happily, brushed her hair out of her face and said, "That was so great, wasn't it, Kaito?"

She was a bit surprised when no reply came from her left. She turned. "Wasn't it, Kai..."

She stopped.

Because Kuroba Kaito, her best friend who had accompanied her to the theater, was not there.

"Kaito?" she yelled, leaping out of her seat. "KAITO?!"

Sitting in the seat beside her was a life-size inflatable dummy.

"WHAT?!" Aoko screamed. Okay, people in the theater were giving her strange looks now. But she couldn't help herself. Where was Kaito?

Other people were starting to get out of their seats and heading towards the exit. Aoko tried her best to calm herself down. It's okay, she told herself, just because Kaito is missing doesn't mean he's the Kaitou Kid. Maybe he just went to the bathroom or something.

Aoko knew there was no point trying to convince herself to understand. Kaito was gone. She hadn't even worried about what she would do if she found out that he really were Kaitou Kid, so sure that he wasn't. She could never even imagine seeing Kaito doing anything against the law. Sure, he's annoying and stupid, but still. Kaito is Kaito. So maybe he had just gone to the bathroom.

She stood up and waited as everybody else streamed out the door. She felt like a rock in a river, the current bringing the running water around her.

She waited to Kaito to arrive.

She waited for what seemed like hours, until finally she couldn't wait any longer. She charged out of the the theater, the light blinding her as she dashed outside but she hardly even cared. She glanced around at the people milling by, enjoying themselves. She wished that somebody she knew would appear. How she hated feeling so helpless.

Oh, Kaito, where are you? she thought. She spun around, wondering if she should just charge out the front gates and run all the way home. But, wait!

There he was! Kaito, finally a familiar face among all the ones she'd never seen before. Propelling herself forward, she rushed at him, preparing to fling her arms around him.

She stopped. It wasn't just Kaito, she realized as her eyes slowly moved down from his face to his body. She realized what he was wearing.

It was a white suit with white dress pants, white shoes, a blue shirt and a red necktie. In other words, a Kaitou Kid suit. All that was missing was the top hat, cape and monocle.

Aoko felt empty. Everything drained out of her as she stared at the boy in front of her. All the evidence pointed right to it. Aoko had tried to force herself not to believe it. Hadn't she set up this date to prove herself wrong? But all she'd done was prove it was true. It made her feel horrible.

So...so it was true.

So it was really true.

Kuroba Kaito, her best friend, was Kaitou Kid.

Sirens wailed in the distance. Workers at Tropical Land pushed through the crowd. Aoko ignored all of that. She focused only on him.

"Kaito?"

Okay, so now my worst nightmare has basically come true. You can call it my luck, but I prefer to call it Kaitou Kid's luck. This kind of stuff happens to you if you're Kaitou Kid.

I try to make myself just stand there, not letting my panic show on my face as all the people in the area stop and just stare at me. The worst is the look on Aoko's face. I don't know if it's anger, or sadness, or disappointment. Maybe all.

I wait for her to slap me, or to start yelling at me, swearing at me. I am expecting her anger. I close my eyes and I wait.

It doesn't come.

Slowly I glance at her again. She's just standing there in front of me, still staring at me. I realize that it's far worse than slaps.

I can't take it. I can't stand her stare, the way she looks at me almost as if she pities me. I don't deserve her pity. I know what I deserve, and that's her anger, her sadness. I don't want her looking at me like this. The guilt rises in my chest. Why isn't she mad at me? Why isn't she mad at me at all? She should be mad at me. Of course she's mad at me. She just found out that I'm Kaitou Kid. Of course she's mad.

I know Aoko. If she were mad, she'd just be mad. She'd be over it. Eventually. Because that's just like Aoko. But now...She's not mad, she's just...standing there, pure anguish in her eyes. Probably ashamed. Disappointed.

That's when the realization hits me.

It's like a cold jet of water splashing me right in the face, painful but waking me up. And then I realize what I've done. I've ruined the relationship between me and Aoko. I've severed the string that bonds us together. I'll be there, trying to tie it back together, but even I can't tie a knot that will stay closed forever.

I've completely ruined everything.

I feel someone come towards me, grab my wrists from behind. I let them without struggle. What was the point in living life anymore if your best friend hated you?

I don't need to be led. I walk straight to the police car and get inside myself. I don't care anymore. I don't need my freedom. I don't need anything right now. The window rolls up, the door locks so I can't escape. As if I would want to. I look out the window one last time. Aoko is still standing there, unmoving. Still watching me. I want to call to her, one last goodbye, but I know she won't listen. The engine starts, and I am led right to my doom.

I don't believe it. I absolutely do not believe anything that is happening right now. I would say that it was a dream, but I know it's not. I just can't believe this is happening.

Kaito, I trusted him, I trusted him so much, but here he is now, betraying me. Why would Kaito do something like this? Does he think it's fun? I can't believe Kaito is the thief that goes around, making my father work overtime and mocking him for doing so. Why would Kaito do something like that? Just why?

I feel a hand on my shoulder. "Let's go home, Aoko," says I voice that I can hardly pinpoint as Dad's.

I had hated him. My best friend, he was the person who I had hated so much. How can I go home now, and see my No-Kid poster, knowing that Kaito is Kid? A weird feeling starts crawling in my stomach. I feel like I'm going to throw up. It was meant to be a happy day out.

"Aoko," calls Dad, "come on, we're going."

I follow him.

Behind the bars, Kuroba Kaito sits, tears steadily rolling down his cheeks. He's done it now. He's ruined it all. He can just see his father, shaking his head, telling him he was ashamed of his son. Kaito slumped his shoulders, sighing. Nothing to do anymore.

There was yelling outside. In burst a very red-faced Nakamori Aoko, yelling to see "Bakaito". Kaito cringed. It was coming now.

Aoko marched right up to the bars. She didn't yell at first. She just looked at him like she had at Tropical Land. Finally, she said something. "Kaito...why?"

Why? Why was Kuroba Kaito sitting in a prison? Why did he become Kaitou Kid in the first place? Oh, too many answers. To avenge his father? To save the world? Aoko wouldn't believe either of them. He took a deep breath.

"I don't know," he said finally.

"BAKAITO!" Aoko's scream made everybody jump. "THERE HAS TO BE A REASON!"

Kaito just shrugged. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Kaito," she begged, and Kaito saw the tears glistening in her eyes. "Please tell me."

Kaito waited. Finally, he opened his mouth. "I just wanted to avenge Oyaji."

Aoko looked startled. It definitely wasn't the answer she was expecting. "What?"

"Well..." Kaito began, "well, it's kind of a really, really long story that started like twenty years ago."

"Tell me," Aoko ordered.

Kaito sighed. There was no turning her around now. He decided that he would tell her everything. And he did. Everything.

Kuroba Kaito was not sentenced to a lifetime in jail as was expected. Instead, after hearing the story, Kaitou Kid's true motives were realized. Because Kaitou Kid's not just a thief. He was only trying to rid the world of evil, to destroy the root of temptation. So really, Kaitou Kid's not a criminal. He's a hero.

Heroes don't get sentenced to lifetime imprisonment. In fact, Kuroba Kaito spent only fourty-two minutes (and 15.194 seconds, must I be exact) in prison. Because really, if you're going to take down an evil organization, you don't lock up your best chance.

And of course, there's still injuries. Aoko believes she's scarred for life by the discovery of Kaitou Kid's true identity. But nothing is permanent. Really, there's no such thing as being mentally scarred for life. And even though the string's cut, even though it will never be exactly the way it was again, maybe it will end up close enough anyway. Probably it will.

And really, about those scars, they won't last long. Time will heal the injury.

Umm..okay, hope you liked that :D I know it's kinda bad but this is the first one, so yeah...

Things I have to say:

1. I am far too lazy to put a disclaimer on every chapter, so here it is: I DON'T OWN. OK?

2. I am looking for ideas! Review me with your own what-ifs.

3. I don't really know much about DC so the whole thing will mostly be MK-centric.

4. My friend wants me to put up a sequel to this one. I will make a separate story called "side stories" to post such things.

5. The last line is from my friend. (Friend's alias: Nakamori Aoko (I give all my friends aliases like this))

Thank you for reading! XD