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This was done last week but seriously

I forgot to post it

Epilogue

(one week later)

Kaito could feel two separate gazes boring into his back as he nonchalantly turned the page of the local newspaper. His best friend was also giving him sidelong glances. Her suspicion aroused by some minute variation in his demeanor. Unlike the other two though, Aoko had no real idea what was going on.

The first pair of eyes were a golden brown more commonly seen on birds of prey than humans. Truth be told, this particular gaze wasn't that unusual. The circumstances however were. Hakuba's eyes held no suspicion, only concern.

The detective had caught the first available flight back to Japan. Going so far as to bribe a passerby for their ticket. Though how Hakuba had found out what happened, Kaito had no idea. Nakamori-keibu certainly hadn't told him. The Inspector was unhappy enough having the teen at heists, much less murder scenes.

The other gaze was crimson, belonging to the area's resident witch. In Akako's case, the magician didn't want to know how she had found out. Pulling information out of thin air was nothing compared to some of the other stunts she had pulled. Even if that time Hakuba had gotten himself turned into a squirrel had been horribly amusing. Kaito tried to summon up a smile. Failed.

Under normal circumstances, Kaito would have found their covert surveillance somewhat annoying. Now though, he was just grateful for the support. Unspoken though it was. Not that the brunette would ever let on to the fact. After all, that would be admitting there was something to be grateful for.

Not the wisest of moves. While Hakuba and Akako might know he was the Kaitou Kid, or at least strongly suspect. Neither of them could prove it, and the magician intended to keep it that way. For one, the detective would be duty bound to try to arrest him if he ever got the proof. Something that Kaito could not allow. Not if he wanted to keep breathing anyway.

Shoving such thoughts to the back of his mind, the thief returned his attention to the paper. Eyes skimming over the article announcing that a certain young woman's remains had been found. It was pretty skimpy on the details. Simply saying that the investigation was still ongoing.

Which was true, from a certain point of view. While the police had all the evidence they needed to put that bastard away for good, or more likely put him in the chair, they were still attempting to identify all the remains. It was possible they never would.

Kaito closed his eyes, attempting to banish the memory of that single moment. He was less than successful. The image still as clear as when it had happened. He felt paper crinkling under his fingers before he forced himself to relax. Outwardly at least. Inwardly would take a little more work.

Slowly, the magician took a deep breath before exhaling. He would not allow this to break him. He couldn't even regret that it had happened. Who knows how many other people that maniac might have killed if he had not stumbled upon him.

He might not be able to forget, but that didn't mean he couldn't move on. There were other monsters in the world, and Kaito knew that well. Snake and his cohorts wouldn't just decide to go away because their opposition succumbed to a nervous breakdown.

Violet eyes sparked, a look of determination crossing the teenager's features. Life wasn't fair. So what else was new? The best thing to do was to pick up the pieces and get right back out there. Kaito didn't even notice when a small smirk made its way onto his lips. Now, which museum hadn't he robbed in awhile?

Finis

If nothing else this fic has substantiated my theory that most people don't spend time in this section

Either that or the story just sucks. I hope not.

Regardless, I think DC is the way to go