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Hiya again. Enjoy. (:

I'm sorry to people who dislike OC's, I'll try to keep them as vague and out-of-the-story as possible, but they're going to need a BIT of attention, or else this'll probably fall apart.

Disclaimer: Magic Kaito and Detective Conan are both owned by Gosho Aoyama. All Greek myths used in this do not belong to me. I'm only borrowing. I only own the "first-tier" of the BO and the plot.


Friday morning called for massive traffic. Busy men and women raced across the streets towards their offices, while children and teenagers rushed to school. Adults turned into offices in a seemingly random order, except one building seemed to stay empty. It was a solitary black office building, a four-story building belonging to a company called Bold Operations. It was plain: painted white walls inside, black walls outside. The interior was normal, the floors each contained cubicles and such, but the building seemed taller from the outside.

The elevators in the building had a secret panel, leading to the hidden upper half. The upper half was completely different. Everything seemed made out of metal. There were metal walls, metal tables, even metal chairs and floors.

"Gah, I hate this place," grumbled Hermes(1), hitting the desk he was sitting at. "I just don't do desk work."

"Well it is lunch break, we can go," replied Athena(2).

"Oh, you've found a new café?"

"Yeah, it's a nice place a few miles from here."

"Sure, let's go. Any place is better than here." Hermes looked up to a corner of the room, while Athena went to the elevator, and smiled. "Yo Hera, see ya." He saluted to the hidden camera, before shooting it with a gun in his other hand. A card popped out and sliced the camera, causing it to explode. He then followed after Athena.

"She's going to get mad at you for destroying it, you know."

"It's the sixth one," he shot another card at the corner of the elevator. Another explosion resulted. "Seven, now. She's probably used to it."

Athena sighed. "Immature as always, I see."

Hermes smiled cheerfully, "Of course."

The two soon found themselves at a small, but busy café. Hermes sipped at his coffee, while Athena had her tea.

"So, what's up?" asked Hermes.

"You're going after the Pandora again, it seems," replied Athena bluntly, pushing a newspaper at him.

"Ah, of course I am, teasing Snake is quite fun, I must say."

Athena's gray eyes flashed. "Your son's getting too close, Kuroba. I'm sure you don't want him to end up in our situation."

Hermes winced at the sound of his old name. "It's alright; I'll take care of it. Kaito's not going to get even close to Pandora. Ever."
Athena sighed, "And just exactly how are you going to do that, Eros(3)?"

"It's Hermes," snapped Hermes, his tone as cold as ice. "I stopped being Eros the second after I really touched that stone."

"The step from second-tier to first-tier doesn't change all that much."

"I had a life that I could live and enjoy, I had family and friends! As Hermes, I was suddenly warped into an ancient conflict that I don't want any part in. I have burdens beyond explanation, and no one even believes I exist anymore! I'm dead to them!"

"We've all died once, for real, actually…"

"You know what I mean."

"Well, you still exist. You're alive and young. You can still live your life, you just don't want to."

Hermes shoved the newspaper in front of him at Athena, snarling, "Look. I'll take care of it." The thief left the café in a rage.

"Open Tartarus!" she shouted at his back. He slammed the door behind him.

"I take that the conversation didn't go over too well?" asked a woman sitting at a nearby table.

Athena looked over warily. Seeing green eyes, she sighed. "He's as touchy about the subject as always," she kneaded her forehead, "but how did last night's operation go, Artemis?"

"Hera sent us after Io. We really need to overthrow the geezers. They're acting like Titans(4)."

"Do you think they suspect anything?"

Artemis shrugged. "It doesn't matter too much, they haven't done anything yet. Once Gin becomes Zeus, they're going to need to get Pandora. I'm sure we'll have plenty of space to ambush them without them knowing."

"I guess that's… true. But…"

"Relax, don't let Hermes's tempter tantrum get to you."

Athena sighed. "I'm just worried about Hermes, I mean, is he mad at us for promoting him? For letting him touch the stone that changed his life forever? I mean, sure, it gave him powers, but he really misses his family."

"I wouldn't worry too much about it. He's probably scared to death his son will go through what he did. The physical and psychological pain of dying is traumatizing, especially when you come back to life and remember the bare details to the fullest."

"True," Athena shuddered, her death and resurrection were two things she did NOT want to go through again. She liked her soul exactly where it was. "It's just that…he seems so vulnerable. But hey, when did you get so insightful, Artemis?"

"Well, that's what the previous Athena said." Artemis smiled ruefully, "The newer ones are always more fragile. If they hang around as long as me and 'pollo, the world's a much simpler place. More people, less environment, but better weapons."

"How is being an original? I mean, the Org's been around since, what fifty years ago?"

"The century mark's coming up in a few months, actually. The stone's been around for probably three thousand to four thousand years, however."

"You're one hundred and thirty years old. Wow."

"And it's coming to an end soon. I can feel it."


"Hi Kobayashi-sensei, is it okay if my friends stay during class? They don't exactly want to look around Tokyo that much," asked Conan sweetly, pointing to the three high school students behind him.

"Uh, Conan-kun, are you sure they won't be bored?" asked the teacher, "They seem a bit old for this."

"You bet we are," muttered Heiji under his breath.

"I think they'll be okay." Conan glared at Heiji, "they just want to see if elementary school had changed all that much."

The three teenagers ended up in the back sitting on the desks in a triangle because the chairs were too small. Class soon started, leaving the three to complain quietly.

"I skipped school for this?" groaned Kaito quietly, "My mom's going to be mad."

"Oh, hey, this actually counts as cuttin' for ye'?" asked Heiji.

"Uh, yeah, why, does it not count for you?" asked Kaito curiously.

"I'm with my dad on a police investigation. 'Course I'm excused," scoffed Heiji. "What about ye', Hakuba?"

"I'm on a flight from England to Japan because my other was delayed," replied Saguru.

Kaito gaped. "I'm the only one cutting class for this?"

"Pretty much, ye'," replied Heiji.

Akira rushed through the door at that moment, shuffling nervously while looking at the teacher.

"I'm sorry I'm late, Kobayashi-sensei," he stated.

"It's alright, Akira-kun, just sit down," she replied, before turning back to the white board.

Akira had somehow made it back to his apartment. Bone-weary and mentally taxed, he fell onto his bed like a log. He knew he had to move out and into somewhere else soon, but he didn't care at the time. Now, at school, he had eight hours to think about it. Wait, why the hell did he go to school, anyway? It wasn't like he had to maintain his cover anymore. And, hell, how did Edogawa manage to persuade three high school detectives(5) to escort him to school?

"Oh, look, it's the Akira boy Kudou wanted us to check out," Heiji discreetly pointed his thumb at the first grader.

"Well, he certainly looks aloof enough to be older. His face is more mature, too," observed Saguru.

"He looks like shit," stated Kaito bluntly.

"He just has some soot on his face," retorted Saguru.

"And hands," added Heiji.

"With his hair completely messed up, far more than bed hair," piped Kaito.

"Wrinkled and dirty clothes."

"Smells of gasoline."

"Dried blood in the corner of his shirt and on the edge of his pants."

"All in all, he was thrown from a motorcycle."

"In the outskirts of Tokyo."

"Where the person driving was shot."

The three looked at each other. "From the Org., indeed," they agreed.

They were broken from their detective fervor when Kaito gagged and blanched. "When did I become so detective-like? Why? How?" he asked the other two frantically, "I'm a magician and a thief, not a detective."

"You need deductive reasoning to become such a good thief, don't think so bad of it," stated Saguru wryly. "Plus, the fact that you're dressed like Shinichi must be affecting you."

"Hey, Kobayashi-sensei! Do you think it would be okay for the detectives to do something cool for us?" asked one of the students.

"Well…I guess we could do this lesson tomorrow," consented the teacher, "but it's really up to them."

"Eh, it's alright for me. I'm learning some magic, I'd be glad to show you." Kaito was grinning happily, seeming to have already recovered from his previous outrage.

"YAY!" cheered the children.

Cards mysteriously turned up in Kaito's hand as he showed them. Rings and ribbons appeared from behind ears and books. He read minds and made desks disappear. Pigeons flew from his sleeves and pockets, sending the children laughing.

The bell rang, signaling lunch, and the children walked out of the room, their teacher escorting them, chattering excitedly about the magic show they had just seen.

"Show-off," muttered Saguru. Kaito winked.

Akira was about to walk out when Heiji called him. "Hoy, Akira-kun, what were ye' doin' last night? It looks like you fell from a motorcycle or something."

Akira froze and his blood ran cold, but he still turned around and laughed nervously, "What do you mean? I was sleeping, of course."

"The left leg of your pants. You were thrown from a motorcycle, or a fast-moving vehicle, or else that blood wouldn't be there," stated Saguru.

"I wasn't…"

"Please, Akira, just tell us. What do you have to do with the Black Organization?" interrupted Kaito.

"Well, what do you have to do with it?" retorted Akira, "If I was part of this Black Organization you talk about, why would I want to tell you?"

"Please don't make us hurt you. Hattori does kendo, Hakuba does judo, and I," Kaito flicked out his card gun, "Have this."

Akira snorted, "That's just a card gun, very low-tech, too, it seems."

"How did you know that, Akira-kun? Have you seen one of these things before?" asked Conan, finally escaping from the clutches of his first grade friends.

"Of course," scoffed Akira.

"But this was specially designed for Kaitou Kid, it's not found anywhere else," Kaito looked from his gun to Akira, "and you said 'low-tech' which means you've seen a better one…"

Akira opened his mouth to speak, when Ai stepped into the room. "They're waiting for you outside, Edogawa."

Conan groaned. "No…not now."

Ai shrugged, "I'll see if I can get them to forget about you and go to the professor's house without you."

Conan breathed out a sigh of relief, "Thank you so much, Haibara."

"Wait…Sherry?" Akira stared at the other first grader. He never paid attention to any of his classmates, so he never really noticed how they looked. Now that he actually saw Haibara, she was a spitting image of Sherry.

Haibara visibly stiffened, before slowly turning around. "It is, indeed, Prometheus."


Hours, days, weeks, months, exactly how long had he been stuck in here? He had absolutely no sense of time. His room was a prison, a giant metal room with poles of steel barring his way out. He hated this place with a passion. It seemed to bring out the worst in him; all the pent up fury and anger of his life, the emotions he had tried to hard to surpress, just seemed to pour out in this place.

"Hoy, Rye(6), brighten up, would you?" Rye looked up only to meet the eyes of Hermes.

"What do you want?" he grumbled, "You've already killed me once, are you going to again?" He rubbed his chest, wincing slightly while doing so.

"Nah. We were only keeping you here to see if you would survive the transformation. Athena's checked the results, and you're going to live! Although that may be a good or bad thing, matters on perspective, but what I'm really trying to say, Welcome to Olympus, Themis(7)."


Bringing "dead" characters back to life makes me happy. (:

Hope I didn't rush anything. ;


(1) Hermes (Mercury) was a master thief since birth. He's God of trade and commerce and the most cunning of all Gods. (Yep, Toichi never died because of Pandora.)

(2) Athena (Minerva)'s Goddess of wisdom, reason and purity.

(3) Eros was a tricky (minor) God, he's more commonly known as Cupid, and EVERYONE knows Cupid, right?

(4) Titans came before Gods. They were the sons and daughters of Mother Earth and Father Heaven (Gaea and Ouranus). Cronus (Saturn) is probably the most well-known; he was the father of Zeus and the rest of his siblings.

(5) Kaito's still "disguised" as Shinichi.

(6) Rye was Shuichi Akai's codename. (He didn't die!)

(7) Themis means divine justice. Although it's not really a "person" it's a personality.