A/N: And here we go with the second chapter! Kay is 26 here. Also, hope you don't mind, but I'll be alternating chapters with POV between Kay and one of my OCs.

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Chapter Two: The Yatagarasu's Heir

Ten Years Later – Kay's POV

"Exxan Gas and Oil company," I muttered to myself, looking around the lobby of the building I had just snuck into. I was able to use Little Thief to find an unlocked window to climb through without tripping an alarm. Now to find and steal the truth. "Let's see what you got," I smirked, adjusting my gloves before pulling Little Thief out of the pouch on my belt and studying a blueprint of the building I had pulled up on the screen.

I ghosted forward, thankful I had finally realized a hot pink shirt, a pleated skirt, and heeled boots weren't good for breaking and entering. I now wore a cute black quarter sleeve top, black jeans, and soft soled sneakers. I kept the gloves and scarf (with my Yatagarasu badge), and added a belt and a black book bag to carry my equipment, such as rope, Little Thief, and a stun baton. I also had one of my father's blue scarves with the cloud motif tied around my arm to complete the picture. All of this combined made me a quieter, less visible, and more prepared Great Thief.

I checked Little Thief again, carefully entering a staircase and working my way up to the twentieth floor, where I would find the CEO's office. Exxan Gas and Oil was one of the biggest gas companies – companies in LA in general – meaning they also had one of the biggest buildings in the city.

I stopped just before the door to the CEO's office. Two guards were down the hall, their backs to me. I knew, however, that they would soon turn and walk back down this way. I had maybe five minutes to get in, find what I needed, then get out. I took a deep breath.

Here we go.

I gently put my hand on the door and turned the knob.

BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP!

I lurched back at the sudden, ear shattering alarm that erupted all around me. Red lights burst to life all along the hall. I quickly looked around, it taking me a second to realize what happened.

I set off an alarm.

"Damn!" I hissed, turning and taking off down the hall in the opposite direction of the two guards.

"Intruder! Don't let her get away!"

"Double damn," I hissed, first checking Little Thief – Quickest escape route: the roof! – before shoving it back into my belt, checking that my scarf was covering my mouth and nose, and whipping out the stun baton.

I would use it only when necessary.

I swung myself back into the staircase, and right into the chest of a guard who was coming out of the staircase.

"Gotcha!" he crowed.

"Triple damn!" I growled before stepping back and swinging the baton, bringing it down on the muscle between his neck and shoulder. He gasped and fell backwards, his entire arm going limp. I shoved him even further back and darted up the steps, taking three at a time. Any guard coming down was dodged or hit. Either way, they fell down the steps behind me, slowing any pursuers from that direction.

Finally, I reached the door to the roof and slammed my shoulder into it, throwing it open. Pulling inspiration from a kid I met a few years back, I pulled a folded square of large cloth and some bungee chords from my bag and quickly attached the chords to the cloth.

Just as the door opened again, spitting guards onto the roof, I reached the edge. With a smirk, I turned to them, my back to the edge and winked.

Then I jumped.

Keeping a tight grip on the bungee chords, I let the cloth fly loose. It quickly unfolded, revealing the makeshift parachute I had crafted on the run. I heard yelling from the roof above and sirens from the streets from below.

Time to disappear.

I somehow made it into an ally way and rolled as I landed to avoid injury. Once on my feet, I quickly folded the cloth up, shoving it back into my bag. I then adjusted my scarf to make it look more like a fashion statement laying loosely around my neck, threw on the pink hoodie I carried in my bag, removed my gloves, and pulled my thick, black hair out of the high pony tail it was in, letting it cascade down my shoulders and back.

Within seconds, I looked totally different. That wasn't enough, however. I needed to hide or blend in. I walked swiftly, looking around, until I spotted an familiar, old, beat up police cruiser in the parking lot of a grocery store.

Making sure no other police cars were around, I ducked into the doors and headed straight for the soup aisle.

There, I found my favorite Homicide detective riffling through the instant noodles. I walked over, picking up a pack of noodles from his cart.

"Careful, Gummy. All this sodium will make your blood pressure spike," I said teasingly, leaning against a shelf next to him. He jumped, whipping around.

"Kay!" he said, his face breaking into the adorkable grin of his. "What are you doing here?" he asked, looking around for a second shopping cart.

"Oh, you know. I was in the neighborhood. Kind of need to lay low…" I said with a grin. He huffed, that grin turning into a just as adorable frown-pout.

"Did you break into somewhere again?" he demanded. I laughed, standing up straight and tossing the packet of instant noodles from one hand to another.

"Now what would give you that idea?" I asked innocently. He sighed.

"Kay… one of these days, you're going to get caught," he said, taking the noodles from me and tossing them into his cart before exiting the aisle. I followed after him with a shrug.

"Hey, I have the same goals as you and Mr. Edgeworth. Just different methods," I retorted, looking around as we walked past the produce section. My eyes were immediately drawn to a teen, probably around sixteen, who was studying the apples. He was dressed in a black hoodie, jeans, and sneakers (not unlike my own outfit), with dark, curly hair barely contained by a ratty, beat up fedora. His brown eyes had a dark, almost haunted look to them, and he was skinny – painfully so. His long, thin fingers picked at the apples tensely as his eyes darted around.

Suddenly, in a blink of the eye, two apples vanished from the cart and into his pockets. I smiled slightly.

"Nice slight of hand, kid," I breathed, wishing I had his talent when I was his age. Gumshoe looked over.

"Did you – HEY!" he yelled, seeing the kid shove a handful of loose peanuts into his pocket. The kid quickly looked up, his eyes wide, before he made a dash towards the door.

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A/N: And I will end here! I figured that once Kay grew up, she'd realize the value of being less visible and more prepared.

The kid she mentioned getting inspiration for the parachute is Luke from one of my earlier stories, "The Professor's Apprentice." Basically, Luke was living in Kurain with his parents, and after they were kidnapped, he parachuted off the mountain to escape. Kay found him hiding under his makeshift parachute.