A/N:I hope everyone has enjoyed this story so far! So far, there are no comments to it, but I hope everyone enjoys it, nonetheless.
Chapter two the Lost Phantom Thief
A pair of purple eyes blinked up at the ceiling for a few moments, until they came to rest on the moon that shone brightly outside. A smirk crawled up the face of its owner, who grinned and walked out onto his patio.
"What a beautiful night it is, isn't it, meitantei-san? I know you're looking for me, aren't you?"
Kaito, or Kaitou Kid, knew the detective too well to know he would not hesitate to come looking for the mysterious thief. For Kaito planned for all this to happen, he wanted the detective to visit Ikebukuro and take in as much of his new surroundings as possible. So far, he did not have a clue where he lived, but he was steadily working on that.
The thing was, the Internet here was pretty much the perfect way to get by. He found a particular site very useful for info gathering before his next heist. All he had to do was type in a certain seven-letter password and he'd be there.
He flipped up his phone and typed in the password. "...It's done. I'm logged in...to the Dollars."
The Dollars was some sort of online anonymous gang. No one really knew who they were and as long as you had a password and an anonymous email sent to you, you could log in from anywhere, at any time.
He smiled as he looked over the number of members. "Sure are a lot of "criminals," well, to borrow meitantei-san's term of phrase, I sometimes wonder who's in charge of the Dollars."
Unfortunately, as smart as Kaito was, he had not answered that million-dollar question, but one man had come close enough, and that man was Orihara Izaya. He had a good inkling he knew just who was the leader of the Dollars-it was all a matter of waiting for the right moment to strike.
'I'll be there, Mikado-kun,' He thought before smiling evilly at the thought of the innocent young boy (yeah, right, the head of the Dollars had to be anything but innocent, he knew) and he realized then that the reason Mikado-kun hadn't revealed himself was because he was afraid of managing such an organization.
Oh, he was going to have fun with this town, fun, indeed. Now, if he could find some more information on this Kaitou Kid...he would be all set.
Kudo Shinichi emitted a loud yawn as the latter walked down the early morning streets of Ikebukuro, which were as noisy as they were in the day. 'No quiet time in this town, huh?' He thought in annoyance.
It was at that moment then that he heard a clanging sound and suddenly saw an air conditioner being hurled out of seemingly nowhere at an innocent bystander. "What...the hell?" Shinichi said, pausing to stare at the simply unnatural sight. No one could have strength like that.
"YOU BASTARD! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" A new voice screamed.
'That can't be good,' Shinichi thought in horror. Who was going to kill someone? He had to do something! Instantly, the detective sprang into gear and ran around the corner, in time to see the air conditioner being lifted off the ground naturally by a man with blond hair dressed in a bartender's outfit.
"What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy?" The man snarled.
Shinichi paled upon seeing the huge air conditioner. Clearly, the man was used to violence, and he might just turn around and use his violence as a weapon against the detective, but he steeled himself.
"Put it down. I won't let you kill anyone while I'm around," He said sharply.
The man looked at him and then narrowed his eyes. "Who do you think you are-?"
At that moment, a motorcyle rider came by and knocked the air conditioner out of his hands with...the bike.
"This is getting really weird," Shinichi mumbled, scratching his head.
"Celty, what was that for?" The blond man roared, clearly irate about something.
The masked rider shook its head and then typed out words on a phone.
"Couldn't you just talk to him?" Shinichi asked.
"Why are you still here, huh?" The blond man bellowed. "Besides, she can't talk. She has no head!"
"Say what?" Shinichi said.
'It's true. I don't have a head.' Celty, apparently, typed. Shinichi thought she sounded female.
"So you're a female." Shinichi deduced.
'How could you tell?' Celty typed, very shocked.
"Simple..." Shinichi said before smirking, "I'm a detective."
"A detective, eh?" The blond man said. "You don't look it."
"My name is Shinichi...Kudo Shinichi." Shinichi introduced.
"You smell like a snake." The blond said.
"A snake...? You mean, like that stupid black-haired man who tried to rope me into something yesterday? That guy seemed despicable."
The man laughed out loud, to his surprise. "I like your spirit, kid. The name's Shizuo, Shizuo Heiwajima."