Still don't own Kaito

Sniff, so sad

Anyway, I'm sure someone was curious about our

thief turned private investigator at work, so here he is

Case

Kaito silently shadowed the conman from the safety of the rooftops. It was amazing how no one ever looked up. Well, the task force did, but they were the exception. Chasing flying objects was old hat to them.

The ex-kaitou had been tracking this man for several weeks. He had been hired to retrieve a necklace his prey had stolen from an elderly woman by her grandson. Evidently, the piece had great sentimental value. It was also worth quite a bit of money.

Now Kaito was not above taking advantage of his own charm when the situation called for it, but that was just low. Manipulating an old lady like that. Fortunately, the conman still had the necklace on him. Trying to track a single piece once it had been sold was almost impossible. This way all the thief turned P.I. had to do was wait.

According to his contacts the police were closing in on the man. It wouldn't be long before he was arrested. Then his client could simply claim the necklace. The magician could imagine the scene now. First, all the stolen items would need to be cataloged. That would take some time. Then there would be the paperwork, filing the claim, proving ownership, etcetera.

Kaito paused, to hell with this. Why should he deal with all the red tape when there were easier ways? Casually, he dropped a grenade over the side of the roof. It wasn't of the exact same design he had used as Kid, but it was very similar. The ally filled with sleeping gas very quickly.

The conman didn't stand a chance. He was out like a light. It was a few seconds work to retrieve the necklace. Kaito observed the stolen property a moment before laughing silently to himself. Yep, he was perfectly respectable now. Just as respectable as was good for him and not one bit more. The magician left his prey where he had fallen. It was no longer his problem; the police could take things from here.

Perhaps he should do a little work on the necklace before returning it, Kaito thought idly to himself. There were greasy fingerprints all over. It was obvious the conman had known nothing about caring for jewelry. The retired phantom thief sniffed disdainfully to himself. What an amateur.

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I'll try to get the next two out together

The first one is sort of a transition piece

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