A/N: Here's a new story I'm trying out. Originally I wanted to make it a bunch of one-shots from different girls' POVs, but I decided to stick with Aoko and make it all one story. (This is the prologue so it's not from Aoko's POV yet). Anyway let me know how it works so far or if you'd like to see the story from other girls' perspectives...
Part 0: Red and Black
Being a witch was amazingly fun.
It meant she was automatically born with all knowledge of the universe—of the heavens, and of hell, and all the creatures that dwelled in between. There was no place her eyes couldn't see; no heart her mind couldn't control. Except one. She frowned, scratching absently at her arm. It annoyed her to no end, his frivolous smile and mischievous azure eyes. Of course she knew everything about him. She had to, in order to dispatch of him eventually. She knew of his secret identity and his true goal. She watched him on his heists, one half of herself hoping he would fail and be exposed, the other desperately praying he wouldn't. After all, she would be the one to rip off that irritatingly calm poker face of Kaitou Kid's, and then he would be all hers.
Well, he would have been all hers if not for that miserable excuse for a girl who was always around him. If only the girl wasn't there…
She shook away her anger and focused her attention on the crystal ball at the center of a small, round table. She would take care of the girl later—right now there were much darker, pressing matters on her hands. From the thick fog that swirled in her crystal ball came the image of a familiar white figure. He was shown going on numerous heists, taking numerous jewels. Each jewel he gathered, he became more and more entangled in thick spider webs until he was unable to move. Then, a dark mist swirled around his body, choking and engulf him until it had completely turned the crystal ball black. Yes, Kid was surely involving himself in dangerous matters—matters that would affect not only him, but the lives of everyone around him, including, possibly, her own.
Outside the mansion, a lone crow sang hoarsely on the branches of a dying tree.
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On the other side of town, crows gathered on the windowsill of a large, strangely shaped house.
The little girl inside shivered at the sight of them and hurriedly yanked the curtains closed.
"I hate crows," she muttered to herself.
She had felt strangely on edge recently. Things were too quiet. Stiflingly quiet. It was quiet in the way a deserted forest was quiet after a murder victim's screams had finally subsided, with no one around to hear them but the murderer himself.
She thought about asking Kudou if he knew anything, but decided it was a lost cause. Kudou had a tendency to keep everything to himself and shoulder the burden without relying on others. She had been the same way, until she met others who forced themselves on her and decided to help. They knew nothing about the horrors of the Organization, but their eyes were determined and their faces were set in a way that told her they were not children, and could take care of themselves.
No one had ever single-handedly reached the Organization before. It was useless trying; she would know. Instead, she decided to train these girls—her knights, as she secretly called them—to protect and watch over Kudou and the Princess, and to keep their eyes and ears open for anything suspicious. She needed to contact them and tell them to be careful, since all this quiet was making her nervous.
Protect the detectives, and whatever happens, the Princess cannot learn the truth.
Signed, the Black Knight