Disclaimer: If I owned Detective Conan or Fushigi Yuugi, I wouldn't be sitting here, typing this. I'd be dictating it to my secretary ;P
Kaito stood on a high rooftop, his trademark white KID costumed cape fluttering in the wind. The moon glowed a bright white, looking like a giant gem in the night sky. The object clutched in his fist glinted in the moonlight.
True, in the past they had been…well, not enemies, per say, but on opposite sides. That was the past, thought. In this life, he was just Kaito Kuroba, high school magician. On a further note, he was the second Kaitou KID, international phantom thief.
Amiboshi was just Toichi Kuroba, world famous magician and the first Kaitou KID, killed by the Black Organization. Just because of a jewel that would supposedly grant immortality.
A single tear ran down the teen's face, from his right eye hidden behind the monocle. He didn't bother to wipe it away, instead raising the flute he held to his lips.
As the first notes sounded on the night air, he wondered what anyone else would make of this. And call him crazy, but on more than one occasion, he thought he heard a flute playing during his heists.
Looking up to the moon, the monk, magician, and son continued to play; a serenade for a fallen comrade, and dear father.
A/N: This chapter is based on a picture I found somewhere of Kaito sitting on a rooftop, silhouetted by moonlight. I'm so evil to poor Kaito TT_TT Please remember to R&R!
Preview of the next chapter: "Excuse me, but is Miaka Yuki here?" the boy asked, his blue-purple eyes twinkling.