Disclaimer: If I owned this, would I be a 14 year old writing fanfic

AN: This is my second fanfic, Kaito/Aoko. It's gonna be a long one I hope. Anyway hope you like it this is my second fanfic, so ya help me correct by reviewing.

Normal POV

Japan. A world where anything can happen. A world where stories interconnect. A shrunken teen, high-school detectives, secrets and lies that revolve around a dangerous black syndicate But perhaps the most amazing and mysterious of all is Kaito Kid, the phantom thief. After 2 years of thefts, he disappears after one heist and fails to return the stolen item. A clear, crystal.

10 years later

"How could you, Kaito, How could you!"

"Ao-"

"No, Kaito, leave now. I never want to see you again!"

"LET ME EXPLAIN! PLEASE!"

"Kaito SHUT UP. I've given too many chances to many times. I even gave you an alibi. All those times you could have told me, YOU DIDN'T. I CAN"T BELIEVE I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU!

"Aoko, you don't un- NANI?"

"Ya there, clean out and straight, I love-D you Kaito!

You could see the glimmer pain in his eyes, but never would he allow it to show on his face. "You don't understand Aoko…you could never understand."

"I don't care Kaito. I WANT YOU GONE, OUT OF MY LIFE. I hate you…"

His voice was quavering, this was about as close as you could get for him to crack under pressure.

"Do you really mean that?"

"Yes…"

"……Alright, but just to let you know, it was Kid's last heist tonight…" He swiftly kissed her on the cheek, "Good-bye". And he flew off into the night before she could even react.

A few minutes later, her hand was still caressing the spot where his lips touched, softly wishing he'd come back saying that it was all a joke.

Aoko's POV Present Time

Sweating, I woke up realizing that once again I've had the same dream. This is the third time this week. I really must stop dwelling on the past. It won't correct past mistakes. Why was I such the stupid girl? Why did I tell him to leave?

These 10 years have come and gone, but I don't have any recollection of them, all I remember is that single memory of him leaving. After that night, he never came back, didn't even finish school, and didn't go to graduation.

The last time I had any contact with him was on my 18th birthday. I found a single perfect rose waiting me on my pillow. It looked so much like the one he gave me when we first met. After that, it seemed as if he disappeared off the face of the earth.

Every now and then, I hear of a magician traveling around the world. A young, 28 year-old from Japan. He came back twice, but I never went to his shows. I kept on thinking that maybe, just maybe he'll come by and apologize, and we'd be all happy again. Damn my stupid pride.

Still, tomorrow is our high school reunion, I wonder if he will go. I wonder if he remembers me. I wonder how he will greet me. But most importantly, I wonder if he ever loved me.

AN: YAY I'm done. Don't be hard on me. I did this during class, and I typed it up. REVIEW!