A/N: Despite KID being a murderer in this one I still like it very much. Review and tell me what you thought as you read it.

See, Nika, the CreepyPastaPoem fits nicely for this story!

Warnings:
Strange English, OOCness, Character death, Blood and Gore, Evil!KID

Genre: Crime, Drama
Uploaded: 2013-06-01
Chapter rating: T, death, murder
Words: 5,300

Summary:
Evil!KID. The organisation killed Kaito's mother, assistant and boyfriend, causing his mind to grow fragile, but once they kidnapped Aoko he finally snapped and retired his father's old 'no one gets hurt'-policy. post-KaiShin/ShinKai.

So Much for My Happy Ending...

"Beware the dark pool at the bottom of our hearts. In its icy, black depths dwell strange and twisted creatures it is best to not disturb."
~Sue Grafton, 'I is for Innocent'

"What about your 'no one gets hurt'-policy?" Snake grinned as the gun was pointed at his face, seeing the smeared blood on the thief's usually pristinely white clothes.
"It no longer applies," KID stated coldly and pulled the trigger, not caring that the recoil from the loud weapon caused more blood to splatter onto his clothes, and then watched the red fluid pool out of the man's head, still unsatisfied and still angry. After picking up the murderer's phone and going through the house he opened the door to a locked, dark room where he found his childhood friend staring at him with a frightened look, but he was relieved that she seemed unharmed.

"How are you Nakamori-chan?" he asked as he untied the gag.
"I'm fine. Thank you, KID," she stated and then stared disturbed at his clothes through the dim light, "Is that blood?"
"Yes."
"Are you injured?"
"No, the blood is not mine," the thief answered as he pulled out the phone and dialled.
"But you never hurt anyone," Aoko called out, "that's the only thing that's good about you!"
"That's what they thought when they killed my family," he answered callously and heard an irritated response in the phone. "I have Nakamori-chan," he stated and then told them the address before he hung up, "your father will be here shortly. I'll wait here in case another one of them shows up."

The thief opened the window and sat down on the sill, staring out into the night and realised that he would have to move out of the house with his 'mother' without arousing suspicion, but how would he do it? He didn't know if he could handle it, not when he was so alone. Kaito pulled up the gun and stared down on it; maybe he should just finish himself off or burn the house down... He had nothing to live for, not anymore anyway. Unaware that the teenage girl was staring at him he placed the barrel in his mouth, but before he had time to take the shot she screamed.

"What?" he asked annoyed after pulling the gun out and felt the taste of gunpowder, blood and metal on his tongue as Aoko held her eyes tightly shut.
"Don't do it!" she begged as she looked up.
"Don't worry, I would never do it when you could see me," the thief smiled at his lie, happy with his decision and knew that he would only have to suffer with living for a little bit longer, "I'll kill myself later, after saying goodbye to your father. It's the last thing that I'll do."
"Baka! Don't kill yourself!" Aoko called out to him and became surprised that he laughed as a response.
"Why? I thought you hated me for making your father look stupid!" the thief shook his head, "and I've already made up my mind."
"That doesn't mean that I think that you should kill yourself," the girl mumbled sadly, "think about everyone that will miss you."
"No matter how much my fans will miss me... I'm a murderer now, and I have nothing left. My beloved is dead... My family... I have nothing but an old home filled with nothing but painful memories..."
"What about your friends?!"
"I don't have any, or, to tell the truth, I have one. I feel awful to know that she'll miss me, and cry over me, but continuing to breathe is nothing I want. I came here to save you and take revenge, thinking that it would make me feel better. You always hear murderers say that they feel better once they've killed their target, but I feel nothing. Nothing has changed," the thief felt tears roll down his face, but he didn't bother with wiping them away, "my family is still dead and I'm still alone, covered in blood. I even disgust myself!"
"There's got to be someone who can help!" Aoko continued and refused to take her eyes off the gun.

"How long ago was it since you saw your childhood friend?"
"What? Kaito?" the teenage girl asked, confused by the sudden change of topic.
"Yes, Kuroba Kaito, do you know where he is?"
"No, last time I heard from him was when I went past his house to ask his mother how he was feeling since he had a fever."
"How many days ago?"
"Three, why?"
"He's dead," the thief stated, "they killed him and his mother two days ago."
"What? Why?" Aoko stared wide-eyed on the thief.
"Because they killed Kuroba Toichi, thinking that he was me, and then they finished off the entire family, even Jii, his old assistant, just because of me. I am the reason they are dead. I am the reason why they found my own family and killed them. I've killed them and it makes no difference, but you're right. I won't kill myself, not until I've dug my claws deep into the throat of as many members of their organisation as I can possibly get my hands on."
"You're lying! Kaito can't be dead!" Aoko shivered at the thought of her friend.
"Believe what you want. You were going to be next, followed by your father and Tantei-san, but Kaito died the moment everyone he cared for was gone or in danger," the thief growled while feeling how the tears just wouldn't stop falling and saw how police cars stopped in front of the building, "and tonight is the day Kaitou KID dies. He dies to become a monster; a monster whose only purpose in life is destroying the murderers of everything he loved."
"Killing them won't solve anything!" Aoko argued and saw the thief smirk.
"That's where you are wrong. The police must obey the law in order to catch them and I don't, so I can get to them faster. They won't be able to get out of prison, and no one will be caught in the crossfire. I won't rest until I've seen them sitting before me, in a pool of their own blood, shivering in fear of my anger," KID claimed coldly and heard how door after door was kicked open, followed by calls of ''clear'', until they reached the room where he was sitting.

"KID?!" the taskforce member gasped and looked around the dark room, "we've found her!"
"Is Nakamori-keibu here?" the thief asked and stared at the men in the doorway that had frozen as they saw the gun in his hand and the blood on his clothes.
"Did you... Did you kill them, KID? All of them?"
"Yes," the magician answered apathetically and heard how Nakamori came running. The inspector only threw a glance at the thief before he ran up to his daughter and untied her.
"A perfect family reunion," KID grinned, "I just wanted to say goodbye, Nakamori-keibu."
"Thank-," the man interrupted his 'thank you' as he saw that the thief was covered in blood.
"Goodbye, Keibu," the thief stated and fell out of the window, leaving a shocked inspector that would come home to see that the neighbour's house was burnt to the ground and that the bodies of Kuroba Chikage and Kaito were nowhere to be found even though they found Jii in his apartment, dressed in his best clothes surrounded by white roses.

"For the death of my family, the death of friends, and for the countless of innocents they have killed because of me. I now retire my 'no one gets hurt'-policy and declare an all out war. I have nothing left to lose, nothing to live for, and I do make house calls. Expect me.
(No longer Kaitou) KID" *doodle without the grinning mouth*

Saguru sighed as he placed the last note from Kaitou KID in his last folder for the thief and opened the next one; the thick folder for the KID-murders. Every scene was gory, and it seemed like the thief was in a constant state of rage during the crimes. The Brit had no idea of how the magician got his hands on information about suspects and organisation members, but he was killing them off one by one, most commonly was two or even three at the time. Saguru picked up a picture of a man that he knew as Spider, a man that he had been chasing for a year before he came to deal with KID, and saw that the western magician had been drowned in a small bucket of his own blood, after being wounded with his own magic equipment, and he shook his head as he felt a cold tremor run through him. No footage of Kaitou KID or any person entering was ever found, and they wouldn't know who had killed them if it wasn't for the caricature on the wall with the organisation member's name underneath. With a shiver he picked up a picture of a man known as Gin, seeing that the thief had taken his time with him; Saguru could barely even recognise the mess as human, but the man was only consisting of a pile of bloody pieces of meat.
"Gin and Vodka, murderers of Meitantei-san, Mouri-chan and Sleeping Kogorou," the writing underneath the doodle said and Saguru felt himself go cold like he did every time he went over the case file; this had been a classmate once, a friend, and he could still remember the magician's laugh as he was chased throughout the classroom for looking at someone's panties, but he didn't know how much of that person was left if he could cause so much suffering for other human beings.

The scenes were so precise, yet filled with rage; it seemed like the thief killed in a way so that he would spill as much blood as possible before his victim died. KID had gotten accustomed to killing, and his murders became more and more brutal, where he knew exactly how deeply he could cut someone in order to cause the maximum amount of pain without killing them. Vodka had been tortured for days according to the coroner, and his superior, Gin, had just been forced to watch before KID turned his attention to him to give him the same treatment but with more brutality. The blonde could just guess that KID tortured them to get more names, and it had got to be working, because every week there was someone found dead with a mouth-less KID-doodle on the wall, painted in blood, but that was information that the public didn't know. No one but the police knew how messy the crime scenes were or that KID tortured people. Saguru knew that he had to catch the thief-turned-murderer, but KID always seemed to be too far ahead, and he didn't even have any information on who the murderer would target. Saguru had nothing but whatever the magician wanted him to have, and that made him chase him even fiercer, but no matter how hard he worked, or how close he seemed to get; KID was always far out of reach. He knew that many police officers were unwilling to go after the thief with complete determination; according to many, the organisation got just what they deserved. The organisation's actions were the reason KID had snapped, and now they had to deal with the consequences. Many also worried and debated whether KID would kill anything that got in his way or not, but as it turned out he didn't.

A young woman had called the police and asked them to come and help her, because she was tied up in the bathroom with Kaitou KID standing in front of her, and she could still hear that KID hadn't killed her boyfriend as she heard his muffled whines and cries, but she didn't know what kind of state he was in since she hadn't seen what he looked like. As it would show, the boyfriend was part of the organisation and the woman had been home a day earlier from her business trip than what had been planned, so the murderer had gassed her and tied her up before she even got completely through the door. KID had been holding the phone for the lady as she spoke and then he just walked out and finally ended the man's suffering by cutting off his air supply with a hard grip around his neck before repeatedly stabbing him in the abdomen, digging his knife deep into the man's flesh to vent his anger of being interrupted. According to the woman KID still had the same monocle, but his suit and mantle were black, his shirt red as blood, his tie white, he had a small black hat instead of his normal one while his eyes were dead and he showed no kind of emotion, just a cold calmness that had frightened the woman more than his blood-drenched clothes.

With a tired sigh Saguru gave up on trying to get ahead of the murderer for that night and decided to just go to bed. He couldn't sleep well and he knew that tomorrow a new body would show up; they were for some reason always found on a Sundays, except the one that had been interrupted. After getting some shallow sleep he sat up and rubbed his face, deciding to ignore sleeping for now and felt watched. A small gust of wind came from the window and he turned his head towards the darkness of the room, only seeing the flash of a small circle in the shadows, coming from where he knew that his chair and desk were standing; the monocle.

"So, how's the life of a murderer?" the blonde detective asked, knowing that if KID had decided to kill him there was nothing he could do to stop it.
"Don't know," the magician's emotionless voice answered through the darkness and Saguru raised an eyebrow, wondering how destroyed the thief's mind was.
"How can you not know? You're living it," the detective argued and turned on his small reading light, realising that the thief was covered in blood, and had left a traces all over his room; he'd even walked around the bed, "you made a mess..."
"Yes," KID answered in the same monotone voice that he'd used before after sending a glance to the floor, seemingly bored out of his mind.
"You don't care, do you? You don't care about anything."
"How's Aoko?"
"The only thing you care about... Why do you ask me? Can't you just find out by asking her?"
"Don't want to show myself..." KID continued and clicked his tongue once, maybe indicating that he got annoyed by being commanded to do something he didn't want; Saguru didn't know for sure, so he decided to try being less aggressive. It wouldn't do him any good if KID suddenly became enraged, like he had to be during his crimes, and judging by his clothes, he just came from one.

"She's still sad, but she's better now. She's still mourning her childhood friend, Chikage, and you. She's been trying to make you stop."
"Good, she'll become well..." the thief took up a frame from the desk, accidently smearing blood on the glass and saw that it held the detective and his childhood friend, smiling happily while hugging, "make her happy."
"I will... How long will you keep going like this?"
"Don't know... Until they are all dead... Then I can rest..."

"Hey, Kuroba, can you feel anything?" the detective wondered with quiet interest as he studied his old classmate, seeing the thief shrug, "you don't even know if you feel anything anymore. How many have you killed?"
"Don't know. Everything's a blur. I remember how I killed them. I remember what the most effective way to get information is. I remember the important things. I know that burning away their vocal cords is the most effective way to get them quiet while causing as much pain as possible, but I still get to watch them scream in pain even though they can't make a sound..."
"Burn them away?" Saguru asked and paled, now knowing a bit of what the crime scene that he would be called to in the morning would look, "how?"
"I just use a hot iron spear and force it down their throat until they can't scream. Their lungs probably take a hit from it, but they won't need their lunges for long."
"But you can't get any information that way," the detective shivered from the cold, never faltering eyes that stared at him as the thief spoke, as if he was talking about the weather, and he quietly wondered if the thief was there to kill him or just ask questions.
"They can still write, and their friend can still speak," KID stated and stretched a bit.
"So the next scene has two bodies?"
"Yes, I'll kill the next one tomorrow."
"Kuroba, please stop," the detective asked and saw his old classmate tilt his head.
"Why?"
"This isn't you; you're kind and caring, not this... shell... I can get you help. You don't have to do this. I know some doctors that are experts on rehabilitation."
"Rehabilitate me, and then have me go to court, where I'd get the death sentence? Why don't I just kill myself after I'm done, like I've planned?" the thief wondered, "it eliminates the middleman."
"How many more years are you going to continue this way?"
"Don't know."
"Will you even be able to kill yourself afterwards? What is it that says that you won't just go on to killing others?" Saguru questioned and saw the thief shrug indifferently, "you do know that the organisation has broken down and that you're killing ex-members, don't you?"
"I know, I'll kill the boss soon. I found him in the beginning of my killings; Meitantei-san had his phone number, so I just hunted him down first and used him as an information source..."
"In the beginning?" Saguru asked disturbed, "don't tell me that you've been torturing him all this time?"
"Naturally, and every time he tried to get me into a trap by giving false information I would cut something off. I didn't really want to feed him from time to time so I forced him to eat himself instead of taking out my anger on him... Used to get angry a lot..."
"Eat? What the hell did you do in order to have someone eat themselves rather than face your wrath?"
"Don't think you really want to know," KID stated with a hum and smiled for the first time, a distant, predatory smile that sent shivers down the detective's spine as the once-thief remembered the torture, "but he became very boring once I broke his mind. He became a slave to me and did whatever I wanted him to do -disgusting piece of filth that he is- but I still never trusted him though."
"Please, Kuroba, stop this madness," the Brit begged and avoided the blood as he sat down his feet on the floor, knowing that his gun was in the nightstand and saw that the blood hadn't neared the drawer, "isn't five years enough?"
"Five years?" the thief asked a bit surprised and looked up to the ceiling, "has it really been that long?" Saguru threw himself to the drawer and pulled out the gun.

"Stay where you are! You're under arrest! And don't think that I won't shoot you!" the detective called out, seeing a small smile form on the thief's lips before he began to laugh coldly, still seemingly relaxed.
"It seems like I've overstayed my welcome," KID stated to the ceiling before he turned to face the detective and got up.
"Stay or I will shoot you!" Saguru called out, gripping harder into the gun.
"Take your best shot," the thief held out his arms to make himself as big as possible and saw that the blonde hesitated, "you won't shoot me. I might be a murderer, but you don't want to become like me."

Saguru took aim at the thief's leg and pulled the trigger without hesitation, hearing only a click and stared at the gun, knowing that it had been loaded before.
"Too bad, Tantei-san. It seems like I'm still too far ahead of you; that's what you were muttering about in your sleep. Good luck playing catch-up," the dark KID stated and opened a fist, letting the bullets fall to the floor before he jumped into the window, "sorry about your two friends. They are upstairs in one of the guestrooms."
"What?" Saguru gasped as the thief vanished out the window and then ran up to one of the messiest crime scenes he'd seen so far, wondering how he hadn't heard anything; he had even been up, going over the KID-murders. Disturbed, he staggered backwards and then closed the door to get away from the smell of blood.

"Dad! Baaya!" the young man called out, opening the door to stare at the blood trail that the murderer had left as he went out the window and down to his room. He swallowed as he realised that there were two iron spears on the floor, and in the sweet metallic scent of blood he could make out the smell of burnt flesh.
'Moonshine, Scotch,' the detective read on the wall beneath the caricature and closed the door again as Baaya came walking in her housecoat.
"What is it Bocchama?" the lady wondered.
"Call the police. KID just visited us," the blonde informed and saw the housekeeper pale, "according to the wall he killed Moonshine and Scotch." The detective sighed once the woman ran away to follow his orders and swore quietly; they were going to spill everything they knew about the organisation and KID, but now he was standing empty-handed again.

Omake
The thief and murderer walked through the corridor and got to the stairs that led down to the entrance floor; he was finished, and he had finally earned the right to the eternal sleep. Walking up to the two in the security staff he stared at them thought the open doorway, seeing them watch football on the TV.
"There's no way that they are going to win Champions League. They can't beat Barcelona!" one of the guards exclaimed and drank from his coffee.
"Shut it! Real Madrid is the best! And they will beat Barcelona with their hands tied to their backs!" the second guard stated.
"Ha! I'd like to see the-," the man turned around to his friend, catching sight of the thief in the door and paled, "holy crap... I'm not one of them!"
"They are all dead now," KID informed them and watched the younger guard turn around and stare at him, "pleased to meet you." Before the men had time to utter another word they were asleep and thoroughly taped to their chairs.

The murderer smiled as he donned the machine that would press the buttons to erase every single trace of him. He'd been very careful when deciding how to die and now the day had finally come. His death would be quick and disposing of his body would take three hours, but he made sure that the machine would stay on for at least six hours, confident that no one could identify him, ever; he would not put Aoko through that pain too, to know that her childhood friend became nothing but a murderer in the end. Everything was perfectly planned and he'd enjoyed a last tour to the police station as he delivered the boss to them; there was no way that he would miss when they opened the package to discover a large, white metal box with a mouthless KID-doodle on top.

Kaito had been forced to not laugh as chaos erupted when a rookie squeaked and jumped back after he opened the first, brown, normal-looking box to discover a KID-doodle looking back at him. Hakuba had quickly been called to the scene, together with Megure and Nakamori, who simply refused to leave the KID-case alone despite it not being in his area anymore. Hakuba had opened the white box while Nakamori and Megure argued whether they should bring it to the forensic lab or wait for the technicians. Even the hard-skinned British detective had retched and thrown himself away from the smell, making a spontaneously wicked grin appear on Kaito's face. The murderer was very proud over his gift to the police; Anokata had been chopped up into tiny pieces and placed in a box. Every piece of flesh was in a perfect square while the skeleton was grounded into bone meal in a bag to the left of the diced meat. The only spared piece was the skull that had been boiled so that it was clean, and together with the skull the eyeballs were placed on top of the diced flesh for decoration.

Saguru looked around the room, realising that the package was special and most likely contained the boss, judging by how meticulously the man had been cut up, and knowing what kind of show-off the murderer was, he could only draw the conclusion that KID was there, watching them. The detective immediately found him as he was smiling, tremendously amused, with the same cold eyes that haunted him in his nightmares. The murderer was casually leaning on the wall with his arms crossed over his chest in disguise of a police officer. The young man was clearly calm and relaxed and he showed no intentions of moving. Saguru saw how he winked at him, and he knew that if he failed in stopping his old classmate from leaving he might never see him again.

KID watched how the detective calmly got up from the floor and walked straight up to him, aware that everyone that stared at the scene now knew who he was, as he was unable to dial down his mad grin.
"KID, you're under arrest," the Brit claimed loudly and made the thief move for the first time as he let his hands slide into his pockets.
"Ooh, I don't think so," he cooed in his normal, heartlessly cold voice, making even the oldest of policemen place a hand on their gun.
"That's the last one, isn't it? That's why you came with the package here like this," Hakuba reasoned calmly and shivered as the murderer's eyes drilled themselves into his soul, almost cutting hit in half.
"On the inside of the lid -had you paid attention- you can see that he's that person; their boss. Poor little thing," he smiled amused, even though the smile didn't reach his eyes, "he barely had any body left to cut up. I actually considered dumping him alive, but I decided that I liked the pleasure of killing him myself more than the satisfaction to see him broken."
"And now, you die?" the Brit questioned, seeing a piece of the real Kuroba Kaito show as his smile grew almost tender and his eyes became miserable and world-weary.
"I died a long time ago, but yes, finally, next weekend," the once-thief confessed and sighed, "but since so many are holding into the handle of their malfunctioning firearms I need to take my leave."

"No!" Saguru called out and launched himself at the thief, but the only thing he struck in the cloud of smoke was the wall and he swore as he spun around and watched to see if there was an officer more than what it had been from the beginning, but the magician had gotten better, so there was nothing off in the station. The detective swallowed as he studied the room, unaware that the murderer had lied; he was killing himself that very night, but he didn't want to raise too much awareness in the police force and have Saguru think of which way he'd kill himself in fear that the police would interrupt the process too early and identify him as Kuroba Kaito.

The younger guard woke up to see his colleague just as restrained as he was. He looked around the room and then found the murderer in black, once thief in white, on one of the cameras and saw how KID sat up something in the crematory. Haruo struggled against the restraints but he could barely move at all, so after a while he gave up and watched the dark KID move around, gaping as he saw how he crawled into the oven.
"Holy shit! He's insane!" Haruo called out, waking up Jiro, and threw a glance to the guard that was looking around for the murderer, "KID just went into the oven!"
"What?" Jiro gaped and saw how a machine that hadn't been there before started to close the oven, "he's going to burn himself alive?!"

The magician watched how the oven became completely sealed and then heard how sounds came from all around him. Immediately it began to get warm and he pulled out the gun with one shot, placed the barrel in his mouth and pulled the trigger, knowing that everything that was going to be left of Kaitou KID would be some ashes and the note he left in an envelope on the table outside. With a roaring the oven caused the thief's clothes to catch fire and not long after that the monocle had melted as the body became burnt to crisp, destroying every single piece of DNA.

"To my dear Tantei,
I'm sorry, Tantei-san, but you can't get everything in life, and no matter what you say this is the end-result, no matter which path I chooses to take. For me it will always end in death; that was what I chose when I exchanged the white for black, but with my last words I want to wish you all the happiness of the world.

And the only advice I'm fit to give you is that no matter what happens, stay a good man. Never choose what I chose. I'll admit it to you, and to the world, if this gets out; I made the wrong decision, and I have shamed everything I stood for in the hope of fixing something broken by hammering it to pieces. Needless to say, I broke it further, beyond repair.

You once asked me why I steal, and to tell the truth; it's not for fun as many believed, it was to lure out the murderers of my predecessor. I succeeded, and brought destruction upon everything I held dear. You see, I was very close to the first Kaitou KID, and having revealed that, you probably know who he is, or might have a suspicion; it was probably the first name that popped into your head. How do I know?
Magician's secret.

I want to thank you for knowing that I was a better person than what I became, trying to stop me with everything you could use, and I know that you'll be a great father.
My best wishes for you, your wife and your newborn daughter. May you be forever blessed.

Your old acquaintance
Kaitou KID, the third." *doodle with a grin*

Saguru sighed after he read the note with a sad expression; he hadn't figured out how the his old classmate was going to kill himself, and even if they had it would've already been too late.
"The third?" Nakamori asked shocked as he read the note over the detective's shoulder, ignoring the fact that the forensic team was collecting the ashes.
"I thought he was the second," the Brit confessed and stroke the paper with his gloved thumb; it was high quality, but the magician had most likely stolen it from a shop instead of bought it. He would try to trace it, but he would most likely fail in finding anything.
"Do you know who the first Kaitou KID was?" the inspector inquired and took a step away from the Brit so that he could observe him better.
"No," Saguru answered and made the man narrow his eyes.
"Would you tell me if you knew?" The younger detective smiled at his question.
"No."

A/N: Anokata means "that person"

Why do I always drown Spider? XD

Answer to guest review: Nika
Kaito is Kaitou KID, the third. First it was Toichi, then it was Jii, and then Kaito. ;) Many forgets that Jii was Kaitou KID for a few heists.
Gah, I've just watched the "Cry Reads: Symmetry" last week! XD Yes, his voice is very soothing and the story was very disturbing. I wonder if he makes his voice like that, because if I ever heard that voice in real life I'd know who he was and he seems very interested in keeping himself private (just a thought) His voice is epic XD
I suggest that you search 'Cry spy' on youtube and watch Coyotemation's videos of Cry. He's a Swede that has animated a few moments in Cry's let's plays. ;)

Answer to guest review: Vacant Balcony
Well, confusion is my speciality, and to confess; I don't know what I think about this chapter either. I just find it to be an interesting thought experiment, which makes me like it.