The heist had been going normally. Everything had worked out perfectly. But one thing bugged him about the way it had turned out, and it still boggled his mind, even as he thought about it.

How had he wound up in an art classroom?

It was completely random, and yet he had no memory of getting there. He couldn't remember being a complete moron and saying, "Hey, I'll just head over to some random school and hide out in their art room. Surely that makes sense."

He was pretty sure he hadn't been drinking, either, or been on drugs. He didn't do that type of thing, and actually, he hated those things. So, then, what was the reason why he was in an art room? There WAS a reason, right?

Of course, there didn't need to be a reason. Life could be as cruel, ironic, or unfair as it wanted to be. And right now, it apparently had decided that it wanted to be just plain weird. You know, with a capital W.

Actually, there was no plausible explanation that he could think of to tell him what was going on. Anything he came up with was too stupid and impossible to even be considered as a real thought about the situation. Because seriously, why had he been suddenly transported (he had definitely not gone there of his own free will) to some random classroom?

A creak of the door was all the warning he got. Ducking behind a life-size sculpture, he mimicked its pose and watched with careful eyes as the mysterious person stepped into the room. Then he narrowed his eyes with disgust.

The man stood in the center of a bunch of random paintings and clay models. He was dressed in a brown trench coat and hat, but his most distinguishing feature was his horseshoe mustache. He looked around with a turn of his head, and decided that his enemy was not here, and promptly left through the door he had entered through.

How the heck did Snake even get here? A very confused Kid wondered.

At that moment, the moon shifted slightly and its beams suddenly lit up the entire room. The thief was vaguely aware of a blue light emitting from the direction of his hand but – wait, what? A blue light? That definitely wasn't there before...

Staring at the gem in his hand, he determined that it was certainly the source of the blue light. Not knowing what else to do, he dropped the jewel, and suddenly, he was standing on the roof of a tall skyscraper, like he had been before his sudden transportation. Shaking himself, he jumped off the roof and released his hang-glider, and for the rest of the way home, he refused to think of the mysterious incident that had occurred.


AN: Heheh, look, a gem with magical powers! It's too bad I was aiming for a "serious" story, so I couldn't add in the details I wanted. For example, when Kaito dropped the jewel, I really wanted him to eat it, but that would just confuse everyone, so I left it out. If I was truly in charge of how these stories were written, they would be a whole lot more awesomer, right?