I do not own Magic Kaitou
The Kuroba 'Verse is mine brain child though
Takes place about a year before Kuroba
I will see about making a timeline to post on my journal sometime soon
Pride
"Ne Kaito-kun," Keiko asked pointing to a painting. "What is this? It looks old." The others gathered around to look as well. They had all come to Kaito's house to meet for a school project.
Prominently displayed on the wall was a portrait of a beautiful young woman with long wavy brunette hair and honey-brown eyes. Her deceptively simple dark green kimono fluttered in an unseen breeze as she stood in front of a blooming cherry tree.
A pair of violet-blue eyes flicked towards the picture before moving back to his classmate. "That," the magician answered. "Is my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother Mizuki. The co-founder of the Kuroba line."
Another of his classmates frowned, examining the woman. "But she looks nothing like you." he pointed out baffled. There was not even a trace of the mischief the class had come to associate with Kaito in her eyes. "Are you certain she is a Kuroba?"
Kaito bristled at the implied insult to his grandmother, his violet-blue eyes flashing. For a moment, the young raven hybrid looked truly angry. "Mizuki was everything a Kuroba should be," he informed them flatly. "Intelligent, skilled, brave; willing to risk anything and everything for those she cared about."
Just because Mizuki had been dead for centuries didn't mean she had been forgotten. His family knew full well what they owed her. If not for Kaito's ultimate grandmother, it was quite possible his ancestors would have starved to death the winter she first broke the emperor's law by taking the stage in disguise.
It was Hakuba who saved the day, stepping in front of their not so bright classmate with a question of his own. "You said Mizuki-san was the co-founder of the Kuroba line," the detective had to admit he was curious about that. With how old that portrait was, the woman had to have been something spectacular to receive such notice. "Who was the other?"
The magician offered his classmates a slow smile, one that caused more than one of them to back away slowly. "Where do you think the other traits of the Kuroba line came from?" he answered the other's question with one of his own.
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I just didn't want everyone to get so wrapped up in Aakesh's influence that they forgot Mizuki's.
Who she was is an important part of who every Kuroba is. Her husband has made sure of that by keeping the old stories alive.