Disclaimer: I own peanuts.


'…he always wanted to be there for your first flight.' Kaito smiled at the bittersweet memory of his mother's voice, talking about his father and his regrets. His father had had so much more to teach him, so much more to show him. So much more to be there for.

But he had been killed. Murdered. And he was never there for Kaito's first smoke-bomb appearance. Never there for his first disappearing-reappearing newspaper. Never there to commiserate with him over Aoko's frenzied mop chases. Never there for his first flight…

The wind was just right tonight, ruffling his hair with an icy caress. Perfect for her. He glanced over at the white-clad figure beside him, shorter and slimmer than he was, but every inch the phantom thief. She looked up and Kaito smiled, gesturing towards the open sky. She smiled back, her emotions visible and glorious before she pulled up her poker face and, without any hesitation, jumped off of the rooftop.

My dad wasn't there for me, thought Kaito as he followed his unexpected apprentice, quickly gaining ground and soaring just behind her, But I can damn well be there for her.


Author's Notes: I like this one. The muse has some vaugue thoughts about the apprentice being Ayumi - yes, that came straight from that other really good fanfiction. Uh, windows or something like that... I liked the idea, so here were are.