Author's Note:
Hello! This is my first time publishing a chaptered fic! Respectful reviews and feedback are greatly appreciated!
A little heads up that this fic is set one year in the future from the anime, so class 2-B is now 3-B. I apologize in advance if I have misunderstood the grade system.
Have a great rest of your day/night, and happy reading!
The class of Ekoda High 3-B has had enough. They watch, exasperated, as Kuroba Kaito begins another classroom-wide prank against Nakamori Aoko, who pulls out a mop, and the teacher tries desperately to ignore them and continue their history lesson. They were in the middle of a test review session too, dammit. Even Momoi Keiko, Nakamori's close friend, had to admit that the in-class pranks had to stop.
With the mid-December chill in the air, and the snow already piling up on the ground as if in preparation for the holidays, the class schemes the demise of their resident prankster and his associates.
How the mighty have fallen, they whisper amongst themselves.
So it starts as an idea. The beginnings of a small revolution, if you will. After all, no one sits in the same class as Kuroba Kaito for years without picking up some skills on how to do a lil trolling of their own.
But then the whispers grow into a voice, and soon enough, everyone in the class of Ekoda High's 3-B, save for the rest of Kuroba's friend group - Nakamori, Koizumi, and Hakuba - is talking, and they know what needs to be done.
As the students trudge out of the classroom at the end of the day, covered in shaving cream, coughing out smoke, shaking confetti from their hair, and pledging to shower the unholy amounts of glitter off their uniforms, a grim expression settles on each of their faces.
It's time for revenge, and revenge is a dish best served cold, right?
... ... ... ...
"ah - aH - AH CHOO!" Kaito sneezes for the third time that hour, and glares out the window into the wintery December night. If Lady Luck was supposed to be on his side so much, then why couldn't he get Mother Nature on board as well?
Ugh. Snow.
Turning towards his closet, he goes to grab another blanket to add onto the already too-tall pile of them on his bed, the stack resembling more and more like the Leaning Tower of Pisa with each layer that gets added.
~Ding-dong~
As the doorbell's chime reverberates around the room, Kaito frowns. Huh. He wasn't expecting anyone tonight, especially at - shit. Was it 9 o'clock already?
Checking his calendar, Kaito's frown deepened. His mom wasn't scheduled to be home until next week, and he highly doubted she was returning back early, given how busy she seemed last time they called.
Immediately suspicious, Kaito quieted his breathing, and tip-toed to the extra card gun he kept below his desk. Slipping it into the hidden pockets of his jacket, he made his way to the door, triple checking the windows and the multiple cameras he planted across his front lawn.
Nobody was there.
Kaito stepped out onto the porch, and immediately crunched something beneath his feet.
A piece of paper? It's folded. What does it -
Unfolding the paper didn't settle any of the uneasiness that sunk into Kaito's stomach as he glanced over magazine-cut letters forming a simple but direct message:
Kuroba Kaito -
You have escaped us long enough. Meet at the large field behind Ekoda High at 10 PM sharp. Come alone, and don't be late. Soon, you will face the consequences of your actions.
Expression darkening, Kaito's mind ran through all the enemies he's made as KID. He was always certain to leave no evidence behind to tie KID to his civilian identity, but now he wasn't so sure. If these people, whoever they were, managed to figure out his name and address, Snake and the others in the Organization could have, too.
Kaito shook his head, clearing his thoughts. He didn't have definitive proof that this was related to his night activities, but it was hard to imagine this was some elaborate prank. Maybe he could run a few tests on the paper itself and scan for fingerprints? Identify the magazines that the letters had been cut out of and trace the sources and - oh, great - Kaito shivered. He was thinking like a detective. Hakuba and those other proclaimed teen geniuses must be infecting him or something. Gross.
Straightening up, Kaito turned to look at the clock. Nine fifteen. He didn't have enough time to do much, as the walk to Ekoda High would take longer due to the snow and ice. His hang glider wouldn't be too effective either, as the school's field was big enough to see everything approaching in the sky from a few miles away. Kaito knew he could probably sneak his card gun into that coat he had redesigned a few weeks back to have more hidden pockets, as well as a few smoke bombs. He'd also been meaning to do something with the extra pounds of glitter bombs he found on sale a few weeks back and - oh hell yeah - this was gonna be fun.
These people, whoever they were, would regret crossing Kaitou Ki- no. They would regret crossing Kuroba Kaito. The mastermind behind Kaitou Kid. The identity beneath the Magician under the Moonlight. The cunning individual behind the signature poker face and brilliant magic.
Kaito laughed, a sharp grin making its way onto his face and a plan already forming in his mind.
If he was gonna make these people regret crossing him, the least he could do was have fun with it.
He was a magician after all, and he never disappointed an audience.