Disclaimer:  *sigh* Once again, I don't own Magic Kaito.  Gosho does. The Touch of Fate

By Dreaming Fantasy (edited by Leftover Shrimp)

Chapter 1

"So how have you been this past week?"

"Fine," Kaito muttered, not even bothering to turn around.  He knew that annoying voice anywhere.

"I see you didn't get yourself caught," the smug voice continued.

"Why would I get caught?"

"You know what I'm talking about.  Just make sure you don't get arrested before I get you."  With that, the British detective sauntered off.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Kaito yelled after the retreating figure.

Another voice, this one coated with smooth honey, startled him. "Did you enjoy your encounter with the Chat Noir?  I hear she's very pretty."

Kaito groaned.  Not her too…

"Can you just leave me alone?!  And how do you know the Chat Noir is a she?"

"I saw everything in my crystal ball.  It seems that she was full of admiration for you, or should I say for Kid?" A teasing grin played on the speaker's face, obviously stemming from Kaito's irritation.

"Can you give that up already?  I told you, I'M NOT KID!" Would she ever give it a rest?

"Okay, fine."  Still laughing at Kaito's expression, Akako vanished into the crowd.

Finally, a moment of peace, he thought to himself.  They had just gotten back from France.  Inspector Nakamori seemed even madder than usual.  Kaito laughed to himself.  He would never catch Kid. Kaito was just too smart for him.  Now if only he could get rid of that pesky detective, and maybe that witch… 

Well, he didn't really mind Akako.  She was getting a bit nicer, and she had saved his life (or attempted to save his life) one or two times…  She still hadn't given up on him though.  He smiled sardonically.  At least he knew one girl liked him. 

But what about that other one?  Aoko.  His heart beat faster even as he thought of her. His childhood sweetheart.  He had loved her the moment he saw her, standing there beneath the old clock tower, the focus of some artist's masterpiece.  Kaito still remembered that day clearly.  How could he ever forget? As a silent pledge of his love, he had stolen the same clock tower, and then returned it.  He had done that for her, so that it wouldn't be torn down, but she would never understand.  She hated Kid… despite all his efforts to convince her otherwise.

But it wasn't time to dwell on those matters. Kaito reluctantly brushed those thoughts aside. He had to smooth out the details of his next heist.  He already had his eye on the crystal tiara of the Yagami family, and all that was left was to work out some of the quirks in his plan. The tiara, that glittering beauty that represented all the Yagami pride and honor, was a good idea. It would attract enough attention.  He had it all thought out.  The only problem was how to get it past Hakuba…

~to be continued…

A/N: So how is it so far?  Please review.