The Kaitou Kid was not immune to mistakes. He had never claimed to be. Though he couldn't speak for his father -the original Kid- Kaito had certainly made a fair few mistakes in his time as international criminal 1412 and he'd always recovered from them, his prided poker face had never once failed him- not when he made an arse of himself at the skating rink in front of Hakuba, not when he almost found his identity exposed by his neighbour and fanatic pursuer inspector Nakamori and not even when the plane he and the little detective had been on came close to making them, and several other passengers, into a Kid flavoured pancake. No, Kaitou Kids poker face was impenetrable, an unfaltering grin that spoke of secrets and tales of adventure one could only dream of. However, That poker face was nowhere to be seen that night. The night when the Kaitou Kid's hands had let go of a particular treasure, one that he could never hope to replace. The night when Kid could do nothing but watch as his precious 'no one gets hurt policy' was shattered, along with the heart of another young boy who had discovered his father had died - No, was killed- in the pursuit of a gem. The night the Nightmare ended.

If Conan had been given a penny for every time he had a near death experience he would have enough to buy the crummy bus his elementary school had rented to take the kids for their joint school trip with another local elementary school. That is to say, Conan was not an ordinary 8 year old by any means, and he had certainly proven himself capable of looking after himself. But alas nobody cared to listen to the high school detective turned first grader as he attempted to protest the buddy system.

"A tried and tested method" the substitute teacher - Mr. Cobalt- had told him as he had forced him to move from his seat beside fellow shrunken teen Haibara and over next to some strange blonde kid from another school.

"Conan, This is Kenta." Mr. Cobalt said, gesturing to the boy. " I hope you two can get along well" Cobalt nudged Conan forward toward the empty seat next to Kenta "And show the friendly spirit of Teitan elementary school!"

With that, The broad shouldered substitute teacher turned and swanned off down the seating aisle, presumably to split up another group of friends in favour of awkward co-school interactions. was a new teacher, and this was his first school trip. He had to take over from as she had caught the flu and it seemed he was a tad overzealous.

Sighing, Conan resigned himself to yet another conversation with a brat. In time he had come to tolerate the detective boys, but that couldn't change the fact that he longed for friends his age! Other than Hattori and Haibara there were very few who could entertain a conversation with him in his shrunken form.

Speaking of Haibara, It seemed like the lucky girl had managed to avoid the homewrecker substitutes 'Friendly spirit' crap and was sitting peacefully with Ayumi and chatting about who knows what, taking a break only to send a sly smirk over to Conan and his new 'buddy'.

The buddy himself, 'Kenta' Conan mentally corrected himself, after all it wasn't in the teitan spirit to forget people's names lest a teacher go making a code to help you learn them, had said nothing, instead focusing himself entirely to the book on his lap.

"Perhaps this won't be as bad as I thought." Conan smiled to himself, finally deciding to pull himself up onto the seat right before the bus began to move. Despite his pissy mood, Conan was actually very excited for this trip. While he couldn't understand the need to make it a joint trip with another school, Conan truly did enjoy trips to the Beika museum. It presented an opportunity to learn something outside of first grade maths for once and he was absolutely starved for that. Besides, he smirked confidently, It couldn't have come on a better day reaching into his adorable little blazer pocket he pulled out the paper he had swiped of Kogoro's desk that morning and unfurled it, smiling like he had just pulled a winning lottery ticket:

When the maiden enters into her slumber and the scales rise to take her place

I will arrive to take possession of the 'memories of spring'

Currently held in the Beika museum.

Kaitou Kid

It was hardly a code, but that couldn't be helped, conan supposed. After all, The 'memories of spring' was only to be displayed for a short time, According to the papers, The rich old woman who had previously owned the giant opal had recently passed and her family intended to bury the gem along with her at the end of this exhibition.

"Is that from Kid?" a small voice piped up from beside him. Conan turned to see his neighbour, previously occupied with his book, now staring dead at the note in Conan's hands.

"Ah… yeah." Conan responded, Hastily shoving the note back into his pocket. "I cut it out of the newspapers! Kid is so cool!"

He could feel the mental damage he had given himself for having to pretend to be a typical fan of the thief but it would be worse if any of the moonlit magicians actual fans found out the note had been personally delivered to the agency Conan currently called home.

To his surprise, Kenta did not instantly begin gushing about the phantom instead he clicked his tongue and returned his attention to the book.

"That guy's not cool at all.." he muttered "and I hate liars."

As he turned his head, Conan casually observed the boy, as he had come to do with everyone he met due to his frequent encounters with would-be criminals. He absently noted the boy's blonde hair and blue eyes, in doing so noticed a scar running across the boy's forehead, hidden under his hair and not faded. "So it's recent then.." he muttered

"What was that?" It seemed Conan had once again caught Kenta's attention, and not in a good way, It is an undeniable fact that detectives are, at their core, nosy jerks. It is after all, generally considered to be rude speculating and theorizing about another's secrets and scars but that was a part of the job Shinichi revelled in and so, like the blunt high school detective he is…

"The scar. It's recent" He pointed at Kenta's head, "And judging by the neatness of the line it wasn't caused by an accident… So I'm guessing surgery of some kind?"

Kenta looked stunned, which made Shinichi's heart light up with glee. The high he got from correct deductions was incomparable to what he could have got from any cocaine he may or may not have licked.

"You're right. How did- who are you?"

"Heh," Conan smirked, "I'm Edogawa Conan. Detective."