I don't own Magic Kaito or Detective Conan.

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Kuroba Kaito…?

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Aoko looked at her childhood friend worriedly; it had been three days since she found him lying unconscious on an empty street in the middle of the night, and with his head bleeding badly. She had immediately called the ambulance. At the hospital, Aoko sat next to him until he woke up, which were a few hours after he was hospitalized. She was very relieved as she thought he was alright until-

"Who are you?"

It seemed he had amnesia, but it'll be alright! He'll remember everything in no time!

"Kuroba Kaito? Is that my name?" Blink.

…

"Aoko, class ended awhile ago. Oi, Aoko," Aoko blinked as a pair of blue eyes were staring at her, annoyed. She almost fell off her chair at the close proximity.

"Kaito, don't scare me like that!" she shouted. Kaito just shrugged.

"Not my fault your mind was elsewhere." He said, getting his school stuff and putting them in his bag. Aoko huffed, she quickly packed her things and headed out of the class in a quick walking pace, temporarily ignoring the boy following behind her.

After a few moments, she slowed her pace.

"…So Kaito," she stared at him. "Do you remember anything?"

"Not a single thing." he replied.

Aoko sighed, it wasn't the same ever since Kaito got amnesia. He had been quiet, way too quiet; the kind of quiet where he wouldn't pull any pranks whatsoever. Most of the teachers have even asked him if he needed to go to the clinic. Aoko had to explain to many people about Kaito's current memory loss, before they suddenly concluded that the Apocalypse was coming.

Or that Hell had frozen.

Or that he suddenly got a mutated version of Mad Cow's from a rare breed of rabid Martian mosquitoes!

How the students came up with the last theory, she had no idea.

Also, he seemed to have lost his great fear of fish.

Kuroba Kaito not performing magic tricks and is actually eating fish?

Her father would have appeared in front of her wearing a Kid costume with fairy wings and break danced, and it wouldn't have shocked her anymore.

This was her childhood friend who had screamed bloody murder at a television screen when he was forced to watch "The Little Mermaid" at her house. He would probably be more terrified of a Nemo stuffed toy than a deadly terrorist using a bazooka to blast his brains out.

But then again, she wouldn't be surprised if most of his brain was, uh, blasted out…

Punt.

Kick.

Bounce.

There's also one thing that had changed in Kaito, and she was filled with curiosity because of it.

"Kaito?"

"Hmm…Yeah?"

"When and how did you learn soccer?"