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Episode One: Chapter One

Slowly a single slender figure approached the large temple, hat pulled low to cover his features. It was the middle of the night. No one else was around. But the teen wasn't bothered by the darkness. The light from the full moon provided more than enough illumination for him to choose his path.

In all honesty though, it probably wouldn't have mattered if Kaito had timed his visit for high noon. No one would have recognized him. He was after all a far cry from the terrified child who had fled the city all those years ago. He had grown up.

The magician had achieved a respectable height of five feet, eight inches. The last of his baby fat vanishing to be replaced by the toned physique of a professional athlete. Never mind that his profession wasn't exactly legal. Sapphire eyes shown as brightly as ever, but he wore his hair different now. Slicked back so it wouldn't get in his way (or leave evidence for some enterprising detective).

Kaito didn't even bother with the rudimentary lock on the temple gates. Sure, he could have had it open in a split second. Why should he bother though? Instead the teen just shimmied over the wall. It wasn't that far, only seven feet. He could have cleared more than twice that easily.

Once inside, the teenager paused. Blessing his memory for the umpteenth time as he pulled up a mental map of the grounds. Now where was it? Kaito glanced to his left, noting the position of a small shrine. Evidently his map was facing the wrong way. He took a moment to shift the mental image to the proper orientation. That was better.

Placing his hands in his pockets to ward off the faint chill of the night air, the magician began to walk. Soon enough arriving at the plot which held his parents' graves. Though really, calling them graves was being a bit generous. That would imply there were bodies beneath them. The stones were more like markers.

After the fire which had destroyed his childhood home, there had been nothing left of his Mother but ashes. Which was how the absence of one small child had been missed. As for his Father, well Kuroba Toichi's body had been identified using his dental records. Enough said. The Black Organization had been taking no chances when they arranged the older magician's so-called accident.

The teenager knelt to place a bouquet of white roses before the stones. One hand reaching out to brush away a stray bit of dirt as he did so. They were in good condition, Kaito reflected to himself, regarding a mostly burnt stick of incense. It was obvious someone was taking care of them. Maybe Aoko.

Pointedly, Kaito avoided looking at the slightly smaller marker that had been placed to one side. Even if it wasn't really true. There was still something inherently disturbing about seeing your own grave. He had always known it was there of course. But he had always avoided thinking about it before now.

"Hey," the sixteen year old said softly, addressing his parents' spirits. "Sorry it took me so long to visit. I've been busy." Busy was an understatement. He had been to how many countries over the past six years? Kaito felt a bit guilty about that, not too much though.

All his sacrifices would be worth it once his efforts paid off. Justice would be done, not only for his parents, but for so many others as well. Kaito refused to consider the possibility that he would fail. That simply wasn't an option.

Admittedly, progress on that front had been slow. The Black Organization was nothing if not elusive. However, they weren't invisible. Not to someone who knew how (and where) to look. With each fact that emerged, Kaito only grew more determined to stop them. Thief he may be, but they were monsters.

When the sun rose, the teenager still sat in front of his parents' graves. He had talked all night. Telling them both of his adventures, and his new family. Kaito knew wherever they were, their spirits would not begrudge him his happiness.

The pointed sound of someone clearing their throat caused Kaito to turn. He wasn't worried. Very few people could sneak up on him. Sure enough, there stood his brother. Psyche lying in the older teen's arms. He hadn't told the other where he was going. But then, he hadn't had to.

"You ready?" Huyu asked.

Kaito nodded. His bright blue eyes hardening with determination as he retrieved his familiar. "Let's do this." It was time to get to work.

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A little grim I know

Don't worry, other chapters are more upbeat

But I figured Kaito should pay his Mom and Dad a visit

Also, need your guys opinions

How many of you actually go to the MK section

The two series are just so closely connected

Should I leave this here, put it there

Or move the whole thing to the crossover section

Any responses will be greatly appreciated