Feeling the breeze against his skin, Conan looks down at the city lights as he dangles his legs over the edge of the skyscrapers. He looks at the few buildings ahead of him, that has two helicopters hovering ontop of one of them. Even from this distance, he can hear the commotion going on within the building, especially a certain Inspector's shouts.

"He's sure making his escape grand today, even more than usual." Conan smirks as he leans back and looks towards the night sky.

Ran was surprised earlier when Conan showed no interest in attending tonight's KID heist, even though he had helped out with solving the heist note. He usually would have attend in order to catch or just battle wits with the phantom thief. Usually.

But not today.

Not on the 21st of June. The date when he lost the person most matters to him.

Conan sighs as he sits back up again and takes off his glasses, slipping it into his pocket.

How long has it been anyway? 500 years from the first time, 300 years from the second time, 250 years from the third and 100 from the fourth? When one is able to live that long, keeping track of time is redundant.

But ever since meeting that person, it makes him counts the date. The time it takes to be able to be with the person again. The days of pure anguish he felt when he lost the person and the loneliness when he waited. Will there even be a fifth time? Will he be able to meet that person again?

Conan takes in a breath before he starts humming and slowly opens his mouth to sing softly.

Anyone who knew him or even him as Shinichi will know that he could not sing for nuts, let alone the beautiful melody that he is currently singing. He is well-known for being a tone deaf who has perfect pitch.

But that is what he wants everyone to think he is.

His singing kills. Literally, to any human souls who hear it.

It drives them to madness.

It lure them to death.

A weapon.

A sin.

His sins.

That is why he vows to never sing again. Not wanting to claim another life. Be it innocent or not. He only lets out sound. Not notes, not melodies.

But just one day. Only on the 21st of June that he will allow himself to sing again. For that person. The one person who matters the most, who praised his singing and unaffected by it. Even till this day, Shinichi has no idea why the person is unaffected by his songs.

It does not matter. All he wants now is to be with that person again.

Conan opens his eyes when the melody is slowly coming to an end. He notices the patrol cars and helicopters are retreating from the buildings, indicating that the heist is over. He gets up from his sitting area as he holds the last note and brings an end to the song.

"Hoh~ From what I've heard from my resources, I am extremely astounded by what I have just heard."

Conan freezes instantly at the voice and the clapping accompanying it. He turns around slowly to see KID in his trademark white outfit, leaping down from the top of the access to the rooftop. He has his trademark grin on as he walks towards the frozen detective.

"That song is beautiful. I don't recognise the language though. But why didn't you sing it at my heist location? I was looking forward to have you there today and ended up finding you here. You really have a great voice! So why did everyone said that you are... Tantei-kun?" KID stops talking when he notices the not-child had not moved since he saw him, with his hands clenching tightly at his sides and his glasses shielding his expression. "Tantei-kun? Are you..."

"STAY BACK!"

KID halts instantly at the outburst as he gazes at the trembling detective.

"You... You heard it? ...All of it?"

KID frowns at the unusually frightful tone coming from the detective and how the not child keeps his face down, not looking at him. "If you meant hearing you singing, I did. I was on my way home on my hang glider when I heard you and I want to listen to more of it, so I came here."

He can see Conan stiffen even more than he already was. Before he can say anything, the not-child makes a back flip off the building.

"What the...!" KID sprints and leaps off the edge as he activates his hang glider. He searches the area in panic, trying to spot the tiny figure while part of his mind is thinking whether Conan had tried to trick him once again.

But the tiny detective is nowhere to be seen.

He quickly lands in an alley and changes into a black hoodie and pants. He scans the surrounding, around the skyscraper that he and Conan have stood on earlier. Nothing.

His thoughts are cut off by the vibration of his cell as he answers it. "What is it?! I'm busy!"

"What's with that tone?! BaKaito! And what do you mean you're busy?! Don't tell me you had forgotten that we are holding a birthday party for you at your place that is about to start in 5 minutes?! You better be here! Or you will get it from me!"

Kuroba Kaito curses lightly as he takes a last look around before leaving the area.

Looking at the retreating figure, Conan sighs as he steps out from the bookstore where he is hiding. He places a hand over his pounding heart when he saw KID appearing from the alley without his white outfit, frantically searching for him. Though he is not sure whether that is his true appearance or another mask. But what shocked him was that the thief looks exactly like that person.

"Kai...?"

TBC...

HAI~! The first story~! I think most of you are confused by the story hahax~! But as I say that this will be a random collection of any KaiShin stories that came to my mind, stories with different verses, themes.

So everyone~ Can you guess what Shinichi/Conan is? A very famous creature~

See you next chapter! Or maybe a new story!