January, 19th, 1412

"The thief turned around and huffed a sigh. Before this though, I saw him turn the jewel he had up to the full moon and bask in the green light that enshrouded him, before a shot rang through the air."

What nerve! It's infuriating to think that one man has the guts to claim to single handedly steal the 'Emerald's Moonlight' and to leave a note telling us about it! I only know that the note was left in riddles and signed by, 'The Shadow Child that God Abandoned' . The note is now in my care, though I have yet to read it, I will now.


I've been left thinking about this riddle for an hour since I've written, and I've basically solved it, but the line which stated the theft is the hardest. The only hint is the time of 'L' turned about 65 degrees. At first I thought it was in Roman numerals, but I believe it has something to do with the face of a clock.

Anyway, I've decided to attend this 'heist', as he calls it, since he was so kind to leave an invitation for me (again, what nerve!). The petty thief has decided to steal one of my personal favorites. It is a ring which my mother wore during my early childhood before storing it away for safe keeping. Just two days ago, Kaito and I were chatting about the legend behind it and he seemed fairly interested since he likes to know about things that happened before he arrived. I will write more after the heist.


Oh the nerve of that thief! I can't wait to catch him! Yes, he escaped, but not without a good fight from me. The guards and the "task force" were easily made a fool of as they all had their hair and uniforms dyed or got stuck in feathery, glittery, and gooey traps. As he was toying with them, I calculated from where he would escape. From my research, I found hat he liked to escape on a hang glider or by grappling hook. From a roof! So I waited for him there, carefully avoiding traps that he had prepared for a chase. There, I waited and set up one of my flare-like fireworks. I wanted to inform/signal a helicopter should he really decide to break his motto, "no one gets hurt."

He appeared silently, like a cat after its prey. I didn't know he was there until he spoke, and it takes a lot to fool me, surprising me.

"Your Majesty, it's quite cold tonight for stargazing. May I ask what has bought you up here?" He asked from his position on one knee while offering a rose.

I took it and he stood wearily. "That is because I was waiting for you." I replied cooly.

He looked astonished (mockingly), though I couldn't see his face too well. The moonlight cast shadows in his favor. "Me?" He asked. "Why?"

"You will return the jewel which you have stolen." I announced in a demanding tone. He only chuckled in reply.

"Not stolen." he said in a sing song voice. "Merely borrowing." he wagged his finger at me while admiring the jewel in his other hand that had appeared in a small poof of smoke.

The thief turned around and huffed a sigh. Before this though, I saw him turn the jewel he had up to the full moon and bask in the green light that enshrouded him. Suddenly, a shot rang through the air and the bullet barely missed as the thief instantly dropped to the floor as though he was prepared. I followed his actions the moment his knees bent.

There wasn't another shot and I knew what that meant. One bullet that misses is "warning," "don't try anything," and we'll be back." It was then that the thief, rather carelessly, threw the jewel into my hands.

"See? I only wish a moment with the jewels under the moonlight of the full moon. I never keep what I steal." he said smiling playfully. "Thieves are artists. We steal what we like in style and capture the hearts of our fans. However, we leave our footprints. Those footprints are the reason why you are here. You are merely a 'critic' who follows our footsteps, hoping to get close to the real thing."

In anger, I kicked one of my soccer balls at him, which he easily dodged by not without being grazed. "Though I may be a critic who follows your footsteps, I am the one who sheds light on your gimmicks and tricks." I leaned back on the railing and chuckled. "Once you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth." I answered as he fell away over the edge of the roof grinning.

I held out the jewel admiring it for a moment. My detective pride had just taken a strong blow, and it was a petty feeling. I knew however, that this feeling would be the fuel for catching him next time. He will not escape my grasp for I knew we would meet again. So turning my back on the once action filled rooftop, I sighed.

"Goodbye for now, my Arsene Lupin."


After I returned the jewel to the person in charge, I left to my room/here, and have decided to write this. Since the time of the heist was already quite late, I've been wiped out. It's taken a lot of my will power no to fall asleep on my desk while writing this. I guess it's lights out now.

Until the next precious moment,

Kevsdo Shinichi


So that was the first heist in eight years since the disappearance of the most internationally wanted thief. The meeting between the two would be the birth of separation. Every full moon was filled with the never ending chases of our Holmes and Lupin. Soon, they learned to enjoy the heists and often entertained themselves. To Shinichi, he no longer had the desire to place the thief behind bars. The thief did nothing wrong after all. He always returned what he stole so why throw him in jail? However, it was the heists that grabbed his attention. Why was there usually an attempt to shoot the thief? What had the thief done wrong to earn people aiming for his life?


Thanks for reading everyone! Please drop a review! ~Crescent T.