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A True Deception


As the Kaitou Kid he was free. Free from everything. Free from himself. Secure in his anonymity.

Laughing at the police, the detectives, the world. He was too fast, too clever. No one could catch him. No one could touch him. They couldn't even come close. He was an eternally smirking phantom, dancing on the wind.

When he donned the Kid persona, not even death could hold him. He flirted with the darkness night after night, taunting and teasing. Always knowing just how close he came to his end, but completely unconcerned. After all, what was fear to him?

And the thrill! There was nothing in the world quite like it.

The extensive planning and preparation before a heist, the anticipation.

The adrenaline pumping through his veins as he set his plans in motion.

The euphoria of successfully acquiring his target, despite the odds.

And the getaway, knowing he'd once again accomplished his mission regardless of the efforts of the police.

He would never be controlled. He would never be caught. He would never give in. He would not/could not fail. Not with everything riding on his success. Not with his vengeance so close at hand.

Sometimes he wondered if it was worth it. The lying, hiding, and stealing. Sometimes he wondered if what he was doing was making any difference at all in the long run. When he was alone, truly alone, and could drop the smiling mask. He wondered if his best was enough.

He gave so much, night after night. So much of his soul went into his work that he wondered, when everything was over, would there be anything left?

He wondered; what if he died. What if a sniper got lucky and finally killed him? What would happen to those closest to him?

But when the time came for the next heist, he would push all those thoughts back into the recesses of his mind and once again become Kaitou.

Because he must convince himself of his own invulnerability. That belief was the difference between being caught and just barely slipping out of reach night after night. That belief was all the control he had in the situation. As long as his adversaries thought he was in control, as long as he could convince himself; his plans, his dreams, his nightmares, all would remain within his grasp. Manipulated as he saw fit.

But should that Illusion ever crack, the lies break, the mask fail; should reality ever shatter his carefully laid falsehoods… He stood to lose so much more than just his life.

In the end, he knew he would do whatever was necessary, regardless of the doubts that plagued his quiet moments.

-Owari