Sticks are uncomfortable.
"Oi, Kazuki."
"Yeah?"
"I thought of another question."
"Okay - shoot."
"Exactly how long have you been following Kid?"
Kazuki flinched. He had promised himself he would answer all Kaito's questions honestly, but this one had the potential to go bad. "Er . . . the first heist I saw was the Blue Birthday."
Kaito nodded. "I see. And how close were you?"
"Pretty darn close," Kazuki admitted.
"That's a little creepy, you know."
"Yeah . . . ."
Kaito blinked. "Wait. That means you heard about Pandora."
Kazuki gave him a quizzical look. "Yes?"
Kaito leaned forward, suddenly serious. "Do you know anything about it? Anything more, I mean?"
"I've been trying to remember." Kazuki frowned. "I think I heard a story like that a long time ago, but I don't know when or where . . . I haven't been able to find it again. For all I know, it was never written down." He glanced at Kaito. "Sorry. I'm still looking, but I don't have anything useful."
"It's fine." Kaito sighed. "Guess that would've been too easy."
Kazuki laughed. "And stars forbid our lives should be easy. I'm not really supposed to interfere too much anyway - it's one of 'The Rules.'"
"You guys have rules?"
"A few. Mostly about messing with the course of history and stuff like that."
"Huh." Kaito grinned. "So the concept of anarchy is afraid of breaking the rules?"
Kazuki scowled. "Oi! I just don't want to deal with the giant scolding, okay? Order has a perpetual stick up his butt!" He paused, suddenly thoughtful. "Actually, I'm pretty sure Hakuba's one of his."
Kaito snickered. "Sounds about right."
Wow - it's been a while, hasn't it? I have no excuses. Well, aside from that little thing called a summer internship . . . .