A/N:Wow, am I THRILLED! I opened up my email today-and holy crap, there were SO MANY emails! I am truly flattered at the fact that I have so many fans...believe it or not, in real life, I'm nothing like how I am online. You'd probably think of me like a Fluttershy...we stare at each other, awkward pause, I stammer all my sentences...hard to believe, am I right? Actually, my friends say I'm a lot like Haibara...is that a good thing or a bad thing? I'm somewhat like Shinichi, myself...I think every DC fan starts saying oi, oi to themselves after a while and starts saying barou...Ah, well, I enjoy being a Conanist...oh, quick question. How many of you watch DC in Japanese or English? I watch it in Japanese.

Chapter 2 KID

"Shinichi, when we're older, do you want to attend my magic shows?" A nine year old Kaito Kuroba asked his cousin, Kudou Shinichi, who frowned slightly. His cousin stopped for a moment and put his hands over his chin as if in thought. Kaito knew he was mimicking how Sherlock Holmes acted on those old British movies Shinichi would sometimes watch on television.

"Etou...probably! As long as I'm not busy solving murders and catching criminals!" Shinichi exclaimed, laughing slightly as well.

"Baka Shinichi, you know you'll never be a real-life detective." Kaito mocked.

"I will so be a famous detective!"

"Will not!" Kaito jeered.

"Will too!" Shinichi cried. "I'll be much cooler than you, and I'll have a cool car and lots of fan girls!"

"The girls don't even like you in school. They think you're a nerd." Kaito replied cheerfully before popping out some flowers and twirling them around like a baton. He held them near Shinichi's face and sprayed him with water. The young boy blinked for a few moments, and then he glared at his cousin.

"You barou, knock it off!" Shinichi cried as he dove at his cousin, who dodged.

"You'll have to try and catch me first." Kaito taunted.

Shinichi awoke from his nostalgic dream and yawned loudly. Unfortunately, he was in class at the moment, so he probably shouldn't have been asleep in the first place. However, he had dealt with an extremely puzzling case yesterday that had kept him up all night long, until he had finally figured out the answer and had called Megure-keibu at nearly three in the morning to tell him the answer.

Ran sent a cross look his way. She was sitting a few seats away from where he was, so she was very annoying in this class. Shinichi rolled his eyes and propped his head up on the desk with his right hand in order to try and prevent himself from falling back asleep. The teacher, however, was less than pleased.

It was in Shinichi's least favorite class of all, music, that he had to fall asleep in. Though he enjoyed listening to music, Shinichi Kudou did have one weakness: he was tone-deaf. He could not sing one bit and even when he had tried as a kid, Kaito had made fun of him and called him a crow. Also, Shinichi could not really stand the fact that sometimes, the teacher forced them to sing out loud. That had been in junior high and elementary, and he had always gotten a bad grade there.

The music teacher frowned at her less-than-average pupil. She knew he was a famous detective and a really good soccer player, got lots of good grades in other subjects-in fact, he was more or less an overachiever-so why was he not good in this one? She decided to ask him herself. "Kudou-san, why must you fall asleep in my class? Is my class that dull to you?"

Shinichi yawned loudly. "No, it was just due to something that kept me up all night long, Sensei."

One of the boys beside him chuckled. "I bet that isn't what she said-"

Shinichi silenced him with a cold glare. "Barou, it wasn't that at all!"

"Please calm down, Kudou-san." The teacher chided, staring at him as though he were a horrible, horrible, villain who had done something very bad, even when he had only fallen asleep. How bad was it to fall asleep in this class, anyway? He hated music, and the teacher, and the subject. Therefore, it was only natural that he would fall asleep, wasn't it?

He sighed melodramatically and half of the girls in the classroom stared at him and giggled slightly. He winked at one sitting near him and she blushed deeply before looking away. Shinichi sweat-dropped a little bit. Am I a bit of a flirt or something? Heh...well, I AM a famous detective, after all. It only makes sense that I'd have a bunch of fans. I wonder if Kaito knows about me being a detective...

His thoughts went to his cousin, and he stared out the window, wondering inwardly what Kaito was up to and whether or not he still thought about him. Though there was no denying the fact that the two of them were separated from one another, in name, in lifestyle, in personality, even. The only things that connected them were their looks, their feelings about people, their friendship, and the fact that they both were cousins related by blood, and they would always act alike no matter what they thought of it.

"Kaito..." He mumbled under his breath. He was glad that school was almost out. Of course, at times like this, usually Megure-keibu would call him on his cell phone and request that he solve some sort of case, but there had been nothing like that so far-

Suddenly, he felt his phone vibrating. Shinichi's eyes widened. He couldn't let himself be caught with a cell phone. "Sensei? Can I use the restroom?"

He noticed Ran flash him a suspicious stare. It seemed that she knew he was lying. She knew him pretty well, or well enough to know that he wouldn't tell lies unless it was absolutely necessary. He stopped to consider that for a second. Would he ever lie to Ran for any reason at all? No, of course he wouldn't...though, sometimes he had strange feelings in the pit of his stomach...deja vu...

Sometimes, he would have dreams about another universe that was very similar to his own. Something odd had happened to him in that universe. He had been turned into a little kid and had apparently lived with Ran for a while and...it was such a bizarre dream...Kaito wasn't related to him at all, and there was a strange blond-haired girl there as well...he frowned as he tried to remember it before shrugging his shoulders and walking out of the classroom.

He darted into the bathroom, thankful for the fact that there were no cameras in the boy's bathroom, and went into a stall and closed the door. He took out his phone, and answered. "Hello?" He whispered, glancing around to make sure that no one was eavesdropping. The less likely he was being watched or spied on by fan-girls, the better.

"Ah, Kudo-kun! I was just trying to reach you, but you wouldn't answer."

Shinichi smiled upon hearing Megure-keibu's voice. Now this was something he actually liked today. He would get a break from class thanks to someone dying. He smirked as he replied back, still quietly. "I'm in school right now, and I saw my phone vibrating, so I had to make an excuse and sneak to the bathroom where they don't have cameras. I don't want people overhearing, so that's why I'm whispering."

"Oh, I see! You are too smart for your own good, Kudo-kun! Sometimes you sound like a criminal in training! Anyway, we just found quite a grisly scene here in a restaurant. Two people have been murdered. A man and a woman have been poisoned and then hacked to pieces. It's quite a gruesome scene. Some of my men aren't used to seeing such grim scenes. They're hiding right now, the little cowards."

Shinichi snickered slightly. He heard footsteps outside his stall, and froze.

"Is this stall taken?" A male voice asked.

"Yes..." Shinichi said.

"Fine, I'll use the other one. Don't flirt with your girlfriend in here, you idiot." The male voice scolded before slamming another stall door shut with a loud bang. Shinichi winced visibly.

"Well, that was weird. Someone thought I was flirting with a girl here." Shinichi said. "So, when do you want me over?"

"ASAP. Tell your teacher it's due to a case. They'll understand."

Shinichi sighed. "All right. I'll see you later, Megure-keibu."

Megure stared at the phone in his hands and sighed. That young detective could be quite handy at times, but at the same time, he could be quite a handful. Sometimes he wondered what exactly went on in that brilliant, intelligent mind of his. However, the boy was quite a valuable asset to solving the mysteries that seemed to baffle the police force.

Kuroba Kaito yawned out loud in his school. Aoko Nakamori, his childhood friend, and secret crush, glared at him. "Bakaito, why are you yawning in school? You're not supposed to stay up that late! What were you doing last night, anyway?"

I was out doing my usual night job, stealing jewels as the thief KID, Bakoko. What else would I have been doing? Dying my hair a new color? Selling Kudou Shinichi fan posters?

"I was...busy preparing a new magic trick yesterday!" Kaito cried.

"It took you...ALL NIGHT to do it? Geez, Kaito, you really put that much effort into making tricks?" Aoko scoffed skeptically. Obviously, she didn't buy his little lie. Well, he couldn't actually tell her the truth, could he?

Obviously, that would not be a good idea. The last thing he wanted to have happen was to cause Aoko to get mixed up in his business as Kaitou Kid. He wanted to protect her and not cause her harm in any possible way.

"By the way, Kaito, you seem awfully serious today. Is it because...of today's date?" Aoko asked.

Kaito nodded solemnly. "Yes...it's today...the anniversary of the day Shinichi and I parted from each other. It wasn't exactly in the best way, either."

"Please don't leave, Kaito!" Shinichi begged, clutching the nine-year old's arm desperately, as if trying to hold onto him forever. He didn't want to lose Kaito, too. He'd already lost his uncle, for God's sake.

"I don't want to leave either. I have no choice." Kaito said, tears flowing down his face as he hugged Shinichi back.

"But, you can't-"

Shinichi was cut off by his Aunt Chikage, who hugged him and smiled sadly before taking Kaito by the hand and walking away. "No, you can't leave, Kaito! You promised to stay by my side, itoko!"

Kaito shot a sad glance in his direction. "I know, itoko...I know, but I'll always be with you."

"How? You're never going to see me again!" Shinichi cried. "Please, don't go!"

"Gomen nasai." Kaito whispered, and then they were gone. He heard the sound of their car pull out of their driveway. Shinichi bolted after the car, tears streaming down his face.

"KAITOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Shinichi screamed.

Kaito smiled sadly. He hoped Shinichi had gotten over his departure. From what he had seen on TV the other day, the boy seemed to have grown up quite a lot. For one thing, he was almost as solemn as his dad had been on the day he died. Had his cousin changed so much? He longed to see him again.

"Who's KID, Ran?" Shinichi asked.

"KID is a famous Kaitou, or phantom thief! I can't believe you've never heard of him, Shinichi!" Ran exclaimed.

"A phantom thief, eh...?" Shinichi trailed off. He wondered why that reminded him of Kaito.