All characters, Magic Kaito, belong to Gosho Aoyama.

--Part 7, Kaito's POV, You're Mean--

"Kai-chan! Back so soon?" My mother asked me cheerfully, extending her hands out to see the treasure I managed to borrow for the night.

"Yeah," I smiled shaking my head. I took off my hat and monocle, "Unfortunately, that detective Kudo Shinichi got in my way again."

"Eh?" she sighed, taking my hat.

"But don't worry, Kaachan! It wasn't what I was looking for."

The sparkle returned to her eyes, "Well, that's good! If you're hungry, I left a plate for you on the kitchen table. I'm not sure if it's still warm or not…"

"Thanks, Kaachan!" I said kissing her on the cheek, and stepping into the portrait. She really worries about me too much. I'm not sure who worries more, Kaachan or Aoko. But I suppose if Aoko knew the truth, she wouldn't allow me to leave the house.

"KAITO! You can't go tonight! The police are going to get you, and Hakuba-kun is going to be there and…." I'd never hear the end of it.

Kaachan, however, is more lenient. She can trust me, and I can always trust her with the truth. (Tantei-kun's secret is safe with me, though. His is not my secret to tell.) No matter how late, no matter what date, Kaachan always waits for me at home with open arms. I almost hate to leave. I did take the former job of her husband. The job he took and caused his death. She really worries about me too much.

After putting my equipment away, I changed into my pajamas, and stepped out of the painting of Kaitou KID, transforming it back into a picture of Kuroba Toichi.

"'Night, Oyaji," I said to the magician's picture, heading down to the kitchen. No doubt Kaachan went to bed already. I smile at the plate she wrapped up for me, "Thanks." I check the time. It's only one in the morning? Hmm…I did come back home early.

I took my plate with cold food—Kaachan can't wait on me all night—back up-stairs to my room and turned on the TV. "Let see if there's any news." No doubt, no matter what time, the news stations will always cover the Amazing Kaitou KID.

I grinned widely, swallowing my food, as I found the news' station, "…and he escaped, but without the Diamante de Fe. In a related story, the boy genius, Edogawa Conan-kun, allowed Nichiuri TV an interview." I frowned, stuffing more food in my mouth.

"Edogawa-kun, this isn't the first encounter you've had with KID, is it?" The footage showed an interviewer asking him. I picked up the volume.

He shook his head, smiling broadly, "Nope! I've met him a few times before this!"

Hmm… He's a really good actor. Either that or he's dumber than he seems. I thought, laughing at the possibility of another slow-minded detective. No offense to Keibu.

"What do you think of Kaitou KID-sama, Edogawa-kun?" she asked, putting the microphone to his mouth.

"He's a really bad guy because he steals!" Tantei-kun frowned. Just like a child.

"Oh-ho!" The interviewer laughed, "Well, there you have it, the--"

I turned off the TV, shaking my head. "I'm glad that wasn't a long interview." I got up with my empty plate, "If it were, he probably would've been forced to make Kamen Yaiba references, no doubt."

I began washing the plate, thinking of that girl that let me escape. You've got to be kidding, me! I thought, angrily, drying the plate. I actually forgot her name!

After putting up the plate, I began going to my room. Shoot! I scratched my head with a yawn. I could still see her face; bright, but sad, green-blue eyes, short, blonde hair, an evil no one could compare with in her very smirk.

I flopped on my bed, with another yawn. Before completely closing my eyes, I thought, Where does he find these friends from, anyway?

--end Part 7, You're Mean--

I was unable to collect enough information about Mrs. Kuroba during her first and, er, final appearance.