I really am on a roll, four chapters in two days, wow. I hope you enjoy this one!


Shinichi panicked when they started heading straight for a wall of one of the residential homes. But jumped in shock when it suddenly slid open, re-sealing itself behind them once they were inside. There was another puff of pink smoke and Kaitou whipped off his suit, immediately changing into casual wear before the smoke died down. When the smoke cleared, Shinichi blinked in surprise as a boy that looked suspiciously similar to him grinned back at him, standing next to the infamous white suit which was currently hung up. Shinichi glanced around the room, trying to take in every detail as quickly as possible, but turned back to the boy when he bowed, saying.
"Kuroba Kaito, at your service." Shinichi stared. Out of all of the things that had happened tonight, this had to be the most incredible, not only was Kaitou Kid showing him where his base, maybe even his home was, but he was also revealing his true face and name to him.
"Come on." Kid... no, Kaito said, grabbing his wrist as he pulled Shinichi towards a large painting of what must have been the former Kaitou Kid. He was surprised when Kaito led him up to it, and then pushed it, making it swing so that they could get out. What kind of person had this sort of thing in their house anyways? He asked himself as they went through.
"Come on." Kaito said, dropping his hand and letting Shinichi follow him as he walked rather than dragging him. "Mum and I have a few things that we need to tell you."

A few cups of coffee and a rather long explanation later, Shinichi felt like his head was going to explode. Not only had he been adopted by the Kudo's from a young age, but he was actually a Kuroba, and not just any Kuroba, He was the almost identical twin to the famous 'Kaitou Kid'. 'Well.' He mused. 'I suppose that this makes it easier to ask Kaito what I was planning to ask him at the heist.' He felt his eyes beginning to slip closed from fatigue, it was four in the morning. 'Maybe i'll even be able to be a proper partner rather than just an accomplice.' He slipped into the dark realms of sleep.