The moon rose over the dark Tokyo skyline. Lights shone from every inch and crevice, evidence of the level man had risen to since he had conquered the night. Buildings towered hundreds of stories into the air and clouds drifted unseen above.

High above the buzz of traffic and crowds of people though it was quiet. The only sound was the rush of the chilly winds as it rode over the city.

Or it was until the shrill screech of an alarm tore through the night. Inside the building it was uncharacteristically dark, the sole void in a city of light before it suddenly lit up. Every room in every floor shone brightly, as though someone had flicked on the power for the entire building.

On a certain floor, swarmed by police stood a figure in white. Gem clutched in his fingers he faced the police with more confidence than he should have, given both the rank and number of his opponents.

"I've been waiting, Kaitou Kid. It's already been eight years," the leader stood in a green suit. "I'm placing you under arrest this time!"

And yet, without so much as a tremble he tossed the diamond at them, the gem exploding into smoke as it did. It permeated the air, covering the entire room in artificial fog. And the man in white fled up the stairs.

"After him," Nakamori-keibu ordered. He hadn't bothered to cover his mouth after he realized that the smoke wasn't able to knock them out. His men moved as he ran down a different hallway, to the room with the security cameras.

"Team Alpha, get to Area B3 on the 5th floor," he ordered. "Team Beta, head to Area C6." Suddenly, the fleeing figure disappeared, surprising both officers in the control room.

"Impossible!" and rushed out the door to the floor of the corridor where Kid had disappeared from. And indeed, there was nothing there. But as he looked closer one of the tiles in the ceiling had been lifted.

"He's up there. After him!" the order came, causing the men to rush past. One by one they managed to get up the ladder. The force though caused the ladder to fall, just as the plaster at the end moved and Kid's form became visible again.

Nakamori-keibu stepped into the light to face him, "Kid, for so many years I've- No, how long have I chased you? I, Nakamori Ginzo, would never fall for such a simple trap," he boasted. His words went unheard as there was no reaction from his opponent.

Instead, Kid rushed at him and mid-step his body disappeared leaving only his head and hands visible, stunning the officer. And with that, the figure burst out the window of the skyscraper and escaped into the night.


Aoko had decided a long time ago that bright sunny days brought the most misfortune. Given the amount of sunlight Tokyo as a whole received through the year it would be reasonable to state that most crimes happened on sunny days. It was a pity though since dark skies and pelting rain truly did set the atmosphere of a murder. Unfortunately, given the ratio of sunlight to rain, that atmosphere was rare and often fleeting.

Which was why when she had woken up that morning to a cloudless sky and birds chirping as sunlight streamed through her windows, she knew something was going to happen. She just had no idea what.

"Oh come on, Aoko, just because it's sunny doesn't mean something bad is going to happen," Keiko rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms in front of her.

"I didn't even say anything," Aoko raised an eyebrow. Keiko huffed and rolled her eyes, "You didn't have to. You always get that scowl whenever it's too sunny outside."

"I do not scowl."

"You do," Keiko confirmed matter of factly before moving to sit in Kaito's seat. "Your eyes narrow and your lips press together. Besides, I didn't think someone related to a detective would believe in the supernatural."

This time it was Aoko who rolled her eyes, "It's not like I believe ghosts or yuki-onna exist. I just have a decent understanding of my life, and past experience says that something is definitely going to happen."

Keiko pressed a hand to her face and made a thoughtful sound before she suddenly lit up, "Maybe you're right. Maybe there is something going on."

Aoko gave her a mistrustful glance, "You look unusually happy about that," and Keiko's eyes lit up as she pulled out her phone. Aoko gave her a puzzled look before reading the title, "Kaitou Kid Returns?"

The phone was taken back suddenly as Keiko scrolled through the page and pointed at a picture of the jewel the thief was supposed to steal. "Yeah, maybe your bad feeling is because of him. A famous thief suddenly returns after an eight year hiatus and it's a jewel worth more than a mansion at that."

She hummed, "Kaitou Kid, huh? A thief that sends a notice to the police before he steals. How arrogant."

Keiko sighed at her as if disappointed by her lack of a reaction. She clasped her hands and gazed up as if praying, "He's so cool, with his magic tricks and that charm and that-" her words were cut off by Aoko pushing a hand up against her face.

"Enough already," she groaned. "That thief you're swooning over is as old as your father." Keiko wrinkled her nose in annoyance, "Don't ruin Kid-sama for me, Aoko. Besides, he has enough charm that it doesn't matter how old he is, he'll always be Kid-sama."

'Tell me that when you see Kid up close, wrinkles, mustache and all', Aoko humphed.

Keiko gave her an unimpressed look, crossing her arms and pouting. Whatever she was about to say though was interrupted by the door bursting open and a certain magician careening over the desks and promptly using them as a defense against the girls running after him. His distinct laughter pierced feminine screams for justice.

"Well, there's one idiot who could take a lesson from Kid. In manners if nothing else," Aoko sighed, resting her face against her palm as Keiko gave a nervous puff of laughter. Where Kuroba Kaito was concerned, you never knew whether to expect too much or too little.

"It looks like the girls are out to get him for peeping in the locker rooms, again," Keiko surmised. Aoko wasn't surprised by how quickly her friend had come to that conclusion. Those girls chased after him a few times a month at the very least. And though it wasn't always the same girls, by now they had become used to seeing a gaggle of girls squawking after him like irritated geese.

"He never learns," she sighed. Kaito said something to one of them and tossed the lock to the one in front of him, which promptly grew into a flower. Quite literally, considering she had just witnessed a plant's life cycle before her eyes.

Her lip curled when she lip read what he told them. As always, he behaved like a hormonal baboon. Kaito turned at just that moment and met her eyes, freezing for a moment when he realized she was looking at him and the smile dropped from his face. She gave him an unimpressed look and he broke eye contact as he moved away.

"Looks like Kaito-kun was frightened," Keiko observed. Aoko refrained from saying that fear wasn't what had been on his face.

"That boy fears nothing. I know from experience," Aoko countered lazily.

"He has good reason to fear you," Keiko continued, as though she hasn't said anything, "that look in your eye could terrify a ghost,"

"Ghosts are usually the ones that do the terrifying," she corrected, giving only half her attention as Aoko looked out the window at the cloudless sky. If that wasn't a terrible omen she didn't know what was.

"Exactly," she blinked at the sudden sound, breaking out of her thoughts.

"Aoko definitely deserves that reputation," came a masculine voice from above her. She tilted her head upwards and there stood the magician they had just been talking about.

"How am I more terrifying than the embodiment of twisting the laws of nature for your own vengeance?" she questioned. The idiot grinned back, "Well, the ghosts could only manage to possess my body, but you punch harder,"

"You just named why ghosts are more terrifying than me, Bakaito,"

"Yeah, but they don't exist, so you win by default, Ahouko," his grin seemed to widen as they continued to argue about a subject that was both impossible and ridiculous. She sighed, whenever she talked with Kaito it seemed like her brain cells decided to go on leave.

"This one does," Keiko's sudden pronouncement drew Kaito's eyes, especially since she had put her phone just under his nose so he had to go cross-eyed to see it.

"Kaitou Kid? Hah, he's nowhere near as cool as I am," he boasted.

"Tell me that when you aren't chased by teenage girls for being a monkey," she said dryly. Kaito faked a hurt expression before retorting.

"Impossible, I can't be beaten," Kaito said confidently. Keiko sighed at the two as they bantered over who was the better magician. She shook her head as she watched the two. It had been like that for as long as she had known them, forgetting the entire world when they were arguing with one another. That world presently consisted of the classroom and one very irate teacher.

"Ano, class has already started," their sensei started in resignation, knowing it wouldn't stop their chattering. Heads turned to watch the drama as it appeared that their bickering wouldn't end anytime soon, despite being used to the sight for the past two years.

"Will the two of you please sit down?" she tried again. Keiko felt a bit sorry for her, but there wasn't any surprise in her tone so she knew the woman hadn't really been expecting her words to do anything.

"Please, you're the one who can't seem to not talk familiarly with me," Aoko griped. It seemed they had switched topics again. Their arguments always seemed to cover the most random topics, and changed abruptly enough that they left Keiko lightheaded. At this point, they had learned to just leave the duo to their own devices.

"Kekeke," her partner laughed. The two were nose and nose as they played a thoroughly practiced script.

"Kuroba Kaito," well it seemed Konno-sensei had finally snapped, "solve this expression."

"Sure thing. 2xy," the magician had the nerve to add a dramatic flair by throwing a card at the board. "Squared."

Konno-sensei sighed before moving on to the other one, "Correct, Nakamori Aoko, solve this one."

"X root 3 over 2," she responded immediately, without even bothering to move her gaze from her opponent. "That's right," their worn-out teacher sighed. Keiko supposed she couldn't blame her teacher for her reaction, especially since this was practically a daily occurrence. She wouldn't be surprised if the two's antics had worn down more than a handful of their previous teachers.

"My magic is the greatest in the world," Kaito held out his arms as if it was an unavoidable outcome. "No one can top me,"

"Prove it," Aoko challenged, arms crossed. Those who had known them for any time more than five minutes sighed. For all their intelligence, which they had displayed quite aptly, the two seemed to revert to children if they were around each other for too long.

"Oho," Kaito laughed, "I can't refuse a challenge. Looks like I'll have to have a showdown with this Kaitou Kid." He was moving as he spoke, magic shooting out of his sleeves and across the floor. Soon there were little slips of confetti both in people's hair and on their uniforms. By the time he had finished speaking he was standing near their teacher. Their very exasperated teacher.

"Kaito-kun, enough already," she screeched. Her waving hands stopped as Kaito caught one and brought it to his lips, causing Aoko to roll her eyes. "Sensei, due to the dawning of an important mission, I, Kuroba Kaito, must take an early leave,"

The woman blushed, as did a good portion of their female classmates, "Good work today," she swooned.

"Why does that charm of his only show when he's in trouble?" Aoko sighed as Kaito jumped out the window. As usual he was the only one who could get out of going to class and simultaneously gain the teacher's permission to do so.

"He's way more trouble than he's worth," she muttered under her breath, looking around at all the confetti and other small debris he had left for them to pick up. No doubt Konno-sensei would make her stay behind to clean the classroom at the end of the day. "How annoying."

In the end though, she was right. Something was going to happen. Something she could never have predicted.


In the middle of the city stood a building distinct, not in its appearance but the script that ran down its length. The MPD, the center of all police work in the Tokyo Metropolitan Area, were the bureau that handled Tokyo's cases: arson, homicide, theft, fraud, cybercrime, each division had its own tasks.

And it was in one such office that Inspector Nakamori was seated when the one event he had been waiting eight years for finally happened. It was a standard room, with tiled floors, uncomfortable furniture, and the one giant window behind the Inspector the sole source of natural lighting.

"We've got evidence in the Suwa Corporation embezzlement case," one junior officer rushed in and his partner was quick to follow up with the implications, "we can bring this to trial."

Their sudden shouting jolted the man out of his intense staring at the screen and instead of lighting his pipe, accidentally burnt himself. "Sir, this is no time to lounge in from of the TV. There are other cases to-"

"Shut up! Kaitou Kid is my life's work and I'm staking my career on this," he pounded the desk. It rattled under his strength and the two straightened into a salute, "Yes sir!"

He went back to staring at the report of Kid's return. The two officers under him took a step back as a near maniacal grin took over his face, "Hahaha, I've been waiting for you, Kid. Eight years, seven months, and 26 days. You've kept me waiting, but I knew you were alive," and with that he burst into another round of laughter.

"Otou-san, if you keep laughing like that your officers will think you have a few screws loose," came a distinctly feminine voice in the midst of various baritones. Aoko walked into the room as easily as if it were her own home.

In a way it was. When she had been little she had often accompanied her father to his office when her mother had been busy on set. And afterwards, she had accompanied Shinichi when Yusaku-ojiisan assisted the police. By now, she was familiar with most of the officers in the station, especially those in homicide and fraud, enough to know them personally.

"Oh, Aoko," the laughter stopped as he eyed his daughter quizzically, choosing to ignore her remark. She took far too much after her mother for him to think she had more bark than bite.

"I've brought dinner. With Kid reappearing I thought you would appreciate having food since you'll have to stay late, and a change of clothes," she explained, placing the bag on his desk. All it really was was a few boxes wrapped in cloth, a simple bento, and his suit.

"Ah, thanks Aoko," he turned to her and glanced momentarily at the food before turning back to her with a grin. "We'll have a toast after I catch Kid." He raised an arm exuberantly, "I'm giving it my all this time. Ah, it's been a while since I've been this fired up."

She smiled at the sight. It really had been a long time since she had seen him so excited about something. She was a bit worried he was so happy a thief had gone back to stealing, however. Aoko tilted her head, "But Kid just came back yesterday. Would he really reappear again so soon?"

"Inspector!" The cry drew both of their attention to the man, who was pointing at the TV, where a woman was announcing a sudden report. "A notice has just arrive from Kaitou Kid: 'Tonight at 23:54, I will steal the gemstone known as the Eye of the Moon from the Ono Bank"

She blinked, "Well he's certainly eager to make up for lost time," and then sighed in fond exasperation as her father started laughing boisterously.

"We'll be celebrating tomorrow,"

"And he's certainly making up for lost enthusiasm," her lips quirked up almost unconsciously. "What a fitting pair." Either way, at least her father seemed pleased with the recent development.

"I packed some extra clothes for you as well, Otou-san," she told him as she laid out what she had brought. He nodded at her before barking instructions at his officers.

"Listen up! Kaitou Kid's trademarks are his cape and silk hat. Engrave that into your brains,"

"Sir!"

"Eight years ago he vanished and yesterday he suddenly reappeared. I may not know what he's up to but I'll arrest him this time," the mere thought made him grin.

Aoko untied the purple cloth and took out the bento box she had prepared and set it aside. She had pressed the suit and left it on a hanger but since there wasn't a hanging rack in his office she decided to drape it over the back of his chair instead. Knowing her father he would be too busy directing everything and too energetic to sit down and ruin the press. She picked up the bento from where she had placed it on his desk and placed it on a table behind it instead. That way it wouldn't get in the way and placed a bright colored note on it so he wouldn't overlook it before leaving.

"Bye, Tou-san," she waved before leaving out the door. Megure-keibu had wanted her statement on one of the murders she had been present for a few days ago and she still had to shop for ingredients for dinner that night.


"The magician thief from eight years ago has returned. What is his true identity?" Kaito closed his laptop as he pondered what the news anchor had said.

"Kaitou Kid, huh?" He laced his fingers together. "Eight years ago, that's when Oyaji died."

He stood up, gazing up at the poster that hung on the wall of his room. He didn't usually put up posters, but there was one that had stayed in position for more than half of his childhood.

It was a portrait of Kuroba Toichi. He stood as confidently as he always did. The photographer had caught him in the middle of an act, doves flying about him and confetti still in midair. There was a smile on his face, one that showed just how much he loved his craft, a smile that Kaito missed more than anything.

"There's only one magician I can't beat," he said, laying a hand on the surface. "Kuroba Toichi."

IIIIIIIIllllllllllIIIIII

A long time ago, in a darkened room, full of silence and bated breath, Kuroba Toichi stood at the stage, as confidently as ever. He seemed unaffected by the spotlight and the vast audience, like he was at home doing a magic trick for his family and not a room full of strangers.

The spotlight moved as he did, winding his way through the audience. He stopped at the chair of an old man and raised an arm. The chair instantly began to rise, and the old man let out a startled cry. Toichi smiled and gently placed him back down.

"That's my dad, isn't he amazing?" Kaito burst out, turning excitedly to his companion. Theirs was the only table full of children in the room.

"He is. But that doesn't mean you're amazing," she didn't so much as turn to look at him, too enraptured in the show. On her other side, a dark-haired boy that looked much like her snorted.

"She's got you there, Kuroba," he smirked.

"No one asked you, Kudo. It's not like you can do it either," Kaito stuck out his tongue at the boy. Instead of something amazing like a magician Kaito couldn't believe he wanted to be something as mundane as a detective.

Aoko looked across the table and exchanged a sigh with her near double. Ran shrugged. Whenever the two boys were together, they somehow ended up arguing.

"Hey you two, stop ruining the show," Sonoko hissed as her attention was drawn from the act to the two increasingly loud boys. Aoko nudged Kaito as Ran did the same to Shinichi. If they didn't quiet down soon they would attract attention from the other tables and disrupt the show.

"Now, now. You should be nice to your friends," the voice of his father caused him to look up. Almost as one, the children's chairs began to lift up. Sonoko shrieked as hers lifted and Ran gasped and clutched Shinichi's hand. Aoko blinked and looked around at the distance from the ground.

"We understand," they said in unison, and the chairs lowered again as Toichi moved on.

"That was amazing," Sonoko's eyes were as bright as the spotlight as she grinned at them.

"It was surprising," Aoko and Ran said in unison, before the two blinked and shared a smile. Kaito grinned at them.

"I told you my dad was amazing, didn't I?"

"It was impressive," Shinichi relented under the combined stares of the others. "But that doesn't have anything to do with your abilities."

"What did you say?" the girls sighed as the two began again. "Why I ought to-" his voice cut off at the combined glares of their companions.

"Stop distracting us, you two idiots!" Sonoko added. Under their combined pressure neither dared to say another word.

IIIIIIIIllllllllllIIIIII

Suddenly the portrait moved and it fell back making Kaito stumble forward. He fell into a dark room. It was dimly lit, with lights hanging from the ceiling and items in every nook and cranny. It was a surprisingly large room and he noted with slight incredulity that there was a car and several work tables.

"Was this Oyaji's workroom?" he questioned. The sound of a mechanism drew his attention to the record player in front of him. It was a large piece, and more elaborate than the ones he usually saw. Custom designed then.

As the record began playing his eyes, widened, "That's Dad's voice," though it seemed that the record had become faulty with how long it had sat and collected dust. Just then a box rose through the floor and the edges opened, almost like a wardrobe and revealed a white suit.

The staff, a magician's staff rolled out and stopped at his feet. He picked it up and twisted the cap curiously, surprised when a hang glider popped out. What was this? And why did his dad have it?

"Dad, just who on earth were you?" He didn't miss how similar the costume was to Kid's own. Did that mean that his dad was somehow related to Kid? Was he Kid himself or a partner? The dates between his father's death and Kid's disappearance were too close to be considered a coincidence.

"It looks like the best way to unravel this is to find Kaitou Kid," and draped the cape over his shoulders. It fit perfectly, almost as if it had been made for him.

"Kuroba Toichi's final magic trick. It's my job to solve this," as he looked in the mirror. And before him stood not Kuroba Kaito, but Kaitou Kid.


Aoko hummed as she strolled down the isles of the store. She would have to buy more food since she was preparing for the next two weeks. Ran had her karate tournament soon and she had promised (lost a bet with) Sonoko that she would accompany her while she shopped for clothes for the next Suzuki party, one she would inevitably have to attend.

Just then her phone buzzed and she smiled in anticipation, already knowing who the person who had texted her was, and the ID confirmed it. In a fit of pique she had texted Chikage-obaasan, Kaito's mother, to ask him about his weakness.

It had been done while she had still been mad at Kaito, and though her anger had faded, she was rather curious at what could possibly bring Kaito to his knees.

You've asked me about Kaito's weakness. Actually, of all the things he's most afraid of, its fish.

Her eyes widened at the last word before a smirk broke over her lips. Had her father been there he would have trembled at how similar she looked to a Goryo. Inside the lair of his internationally wanted father, Kaito shivered.

"Oh, right, I need to buy a present for Ran," she remembered suddenly. Her tournament was in a few weeks and given how she had been runner up last year she would most likely win this year. So long as nothing unexpected happened that is.

She glanced around. There was nothing in the grocery store she could buy Ran, and she had already bought the ingredients for dinner. Stepping outside, twinkling lights caught her eye and drew her to a small store. From what she could see inside it was full of items for girls.

She pushed open the door and stepped inside. A quick browse wouldn't hurt, especially since she didn't have any pressing appointments. She skipped by the beauty product section. Even if Ran did like something from there she had no idea what was good and what wasn't. Maybe she should have brought Kaito with her.

Stationary? Hygiene products? A cute strap for her phone? What counted as cute anyway? Or for that matter would she even like what Aoko had chosen? Did she like frogs?

Frowning, Aoko put down the Gekota strap. Without a clear idea of what to get she could be here for hours. That was when her eye caught a flash. A simple T-shirt was folded innocuously beside her. She smiled. It was perfect.

"I can't wait to see Ran's face when she opens this," at the very least she and Sonoko would have a new reason to tease her.

There was no doubt it was the perfect present. Picking it up, she carried it over to the cashier to purchase it. After purchasing it she stepped out the door, happy at how the day had come together.

She had bought dinner, found Kaito's weakness, and a new way to tease Ran. She tapped her chin with a finger, 'I wonder if I can make her wear the shirt?'

The look on Shinichi's face would be priceless. And Yukiko-obaasan would probably like pictures.

Those who were unfortunate enough to see the dark smirk on her face as she was scheming flinched and shrank back. She, however, was too busy planning to notice the path they had left open for her.


Deep in the center of a building, standing in front of a wall of screens, Nakamori-keibu ordered his officers, "It's almost time. Stand by your posts and remain alert. Just eight seconds left."

He began counting down the seconds, his voice echoing through all police communicators. They waited with bated breath as the time came closer to his designated arrival. Heartbeats increased and hands clenched in preparation.

"One," Just as he finished, the lights switched off. "The emergency lights! Turn on the emergency lights!"

At the same time in the room displaying the gem, an officer boldly strode forward and shattered the glass barrier. "Kaitou Kid!" was the sudden chorus. The thief laughed before throwing a smoke bomb and vanishing. When the smoke cleared, the jewel was gone.

Footsteps sounded as Kid fled. "I'm not letting you go this time, Kid," Nakamori swore. "After him!" They chased him up the stairs and through the corridors when he suddenly vanished.

"Don't be fooled, he's not up there," Nakamori pointed at the wall, "He's in front of you. Charge!" And with that dozens of officers ran headfirst into the stone wall.

"Damn it!" He swore when he realized he'd been tricked. His attention was soon drawn by Kid's next actions, though.

"I-impossible. That's the 50th floor," The thief burst through the glass just as he had the night before and glided through the air. "He's flying?"

Calming down, Nakamori began barking orders again, "Target escaped to Main Avenue and is heading west. Hurry there immediately. Team Alpha, get him from the east. Beta, go north. Gamma, from the south. We're cornering him there!"

The sounds of police sirens increased as car after car drove down the streets. With their headlights and the eye-catching color of his suit, it was easy for the police to keep him in their sights. As he flew down the streets, more than one officer couldn't help but compare him to Superman in their heads.

As he landed, the cars stopped and officers piled out, dogpiling him until he burst. And it was apparent when he did that rather than the thief, it was nothing but a decoy. A ballon spouting confetti.

"A balloon?"

He's going to burst!"

It's remote-controlled?"

High above, still in the office, Nakamori's jaw dropped, "A balloon?"

Far away from the chaos, a panting figure climbed onto the roof. He huffed in exhaustion, the path up having taken more energy than he thought. Only to find a figure in white facing away from him.

Cape billowing in the wind and face turned away he could still make out the attire. It was a direct copy of his own.

"Dropping a dummy and climbing up instead, " the figure said as he turned, "That's an old trick. If that's all you have then you're not worthy of the name Kaitou Kid,"

"Who... Who are you?"

"I've been waiting for you, Kaitou Kid," and with that he turned. And Kid saw an exact replica of his own costume, down to the mask. He tensed, still in the guise of a police officer before he tore it off, and the trick he had planned rendered his body invisible to the human eye. The distinctive hat and mask remained, the only other visible part being his hands.

"Then, can you see through this trick?" he challenged.

"You must be joking. A trick like that is child's play," his imposter laughed. Despite his claims, Kid had to admit that his calm was admirable.

And then his mask shattered. The card his imposter had shot had cracked it and his trick was revealed.

"Covering your body in mirrors and blending in with your surroundings, making it seem like your body had completely vanished. An elementary trick," came the voice from behind him. That smooth confidence and cool tenor could only belong to one person.

"T-Toichi-sama! Y-You're alive?" the surprise brought him to his knees but that he didn't let that stop him. On his knees he took the hand of the man he respected more than any other, and on the verge of tears, "It's good to see you well after all this time."

Seeing that he didn't respond, that his expression showed no signs of recognition, he went on, "It's me, your old assistant, Jii," still there was nothing. "Don't tell me you've forgotten me after only eight years," he begged. Toichi-sama had finally come back and it seemed he no longer recognized him.

"Jii-chan?" Finally, he had said something.

"I had lost all hope of seeing you after the incident eight years ago," he confessed. "I figured if I took on your identity as Kaitou Kid I could lure your killers out into the open."

He bowed his head, waiting for the man to scold him. He knew Toichi-sama would never have wanted him to put himself in danger for his sake but all these years the despair had grown in his chest until it burst and he could no longer sit still.

"What did you say?" The voice sounded appropriately shocked, and even horrified as it's owner came down to his level. "Dad was murdered? By who? Who killed him?"

Oh dear. "You couldn't be..." there was only one person who- and if he was right that was the last person he wanted to find out about the truth of Toichi-sama's death. "K-Kaito-bochama"

"Be honest with me, Jii-chan," Kaito-bochama's voice tightened. "Was my father... a thief? Was he Kaitou Kid?"

He hesitated, wanting to deny it, wanting the boy to be safe. But he knew that the Young Master already knew and nothing he said now could negate what he had already said.

"Answer me!" Still he hesitated, but he knew that he could not say no. He could not deny the injustice Toichi-sama had suffered. Not even to his son.

"Yes," the word came softly, almost brokenly. Toichi-sama hadn't wanted Kaito-bochama to know of his father's alter identity.

"I see," and the true Kid stood up. Jii kept his head lowered, "Toichi-sama, I, Konosuke Jii, have made the gravest mistake of my life. I revealed the one thing I was forbidden to reveal to the Young Master."

The moment was interrupted by the arrival of the police. "Found you, Kaitou Kid!" There was no mistaking that boisterous tone. He looked up when he felt darkness surround him again.

"I'll distract them. You get out of here, Jii-chan," Kaito-bochama held his cloak over him to protect his identity. "But Bochama-"

He heard a soft laugh, "I'm not your Young Master, anymore. I'm Kaitou Kid," Jii could hear the smirk in his voice. Yes, it held the same confidence Toichi-sama's did, the same unflinching resolve even as helicopters surrounded him, bathing the entire area in a sea of light. Perhaps he would be fine after all.

"Run for it Jii-chan," he commanded. And drew the police's attention by darting away. Jii hid behind one of the pillars, staying out of sight of the police.

"Stay safe, Young Master," he said as the police chased Kid to the edge of the roof. The phantom theif raised his arms and his cape billowed behind him in the wind.

"What are you doing?" Nakamori roared.

Without so much as a hint of fear, Kid let himself fall back, much to the police's horror. Then his form rose in the air high above them and burst into flame before it all disappeared in a puff of smoke.

"What just happened?" was the general consensus among the confused investigators.

"Kid's costume was lifted by a crane," the helicopters reported. "He just detonated a dummy."

"Damn. He did it again," Nakamori cursed. Just like eight years ago, his antics he was leading them on a wild goose chase before disappearing.

Below them, the Magician Under the Moonlight smirked before disappearing into the night.


AN: You know, in the anime when he charmed the teacher into letting him leave early, I was like what if Jodie-sensei were his teacher instead. Sonoko did describe her as very strict and demanding when it came to her teaching style. I wonder how it would turn out. Charismatic thief vs. hardened FBI agent, dun, dun, dun...

Also, about that stuff I said about the MPD and the Tokyo area, I have no idea if it's right. If it's not please correct me;

Goryo: a vengeful ghost, usually from the aristocratic class

Kudos to anyone who caught the little reference to other series. I'll definitely be adding more so feel free to point them out.

Also, I'll be mixing up the order of the series and episodes to fit the story better; I'll keep the big events in line but I might move fillers and other stuff around, or change when they happen in relation to other things; this is definitely going to be the case with MK, and since it's very episodic it's alright.