Disclaimer: I do not own anything except my personal things and a couple of gadgets. DC and MK owned by Gosho Aoyama.

Author's Note: This is my first time doing a Shinichi POV. He's a bit OOC in here, so prepare for the worst.

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Succession

Use it now.

I know you can.

Not now. I'm really tired. I need some rest, damn it.

It's nearly midnight, and Ran is already fast asleep. The old man has an overnight stay at the house of his old friend, and won't be back until tomorrow. Ran invited me to sleep over here at the Agency.

Of course, we're in separate rooms. What the hell am I thinking?

So who was that? Ever since I got my 17 year old body back and the Black Organization's humiliating defeat-- and that's because of me with a little bit of help from Haibara-- I'm beginning to hear familiar voices at the back of my head. Yet I always insisted that someone is definitely whispering in my ear. I looked around the room and saw no one.

Use it.

Use magic.

This is getting annoying, really. It won't let me go to sleep.

So, I decided to read. A Sherlock Holmes book, of course.

I turned to page one. The weird voices stopped. So, all I need to do is read. I should've done this earlier. At last, I can be at peace.

Not.

As I read the first sentence, a weird feeling crept to my bones. I shook it off.

Then, one by one, as if alive-- well, they really look like it-- the pages ripped themselves from the book I'm holding. They hovered in front of me.

And turned into a flock of doves.

Holy grandfather of Mary.

Okay, I'll admit it. This is obviously freaking me out.

Hell, this is scary beyond comparison.

Run. Run. Run outside. Get the hell out of the room.

I did.

But they chased me. They won't leave me alone.

I looked for a broom-- anything I can use as a weapon to drive them away. There was one a couple of meters away.

I stretched my hand towards the broom.

And guess what? It flew towards me, exactly placing itself at the palm of my right hand.

Oh my God.

Don't panic. Don't panic. The last thing you can do is panic.

I still did.

That's when a white clad figure appeared in front of my freaked out self.

Kaitou KID.

At last, I have found a successor.

Successor? What is he saying?

Kudou Shin'ichi, you have acquired the ability to use magic. In turn, you must succeed me as the next Kaitou KID. You cannot escape your fate.

Yeah right. I shouted at him to quit joking, but he only replied with that trademark smirk of his.

Now, now. It's not my fault. You chased after me, and now you have the same curse I had years ago when my father, the original Kaitou KID, died. Isn't it going to be fun when you're about to experience the other side of the law? Think about it. And maybe I can teach you the basics. Ha, ha, ha!

Before I can kick the living daylights out of him, he vanished out of thin air.

Why me?