"KAITO YOU JERK!"

"It's not my fault you get fooled by the same trick each time, Ahoko."

"BAKAITO!"

Geez, she's like her dad, getting fooled by the same tricks all the time.

A typical morning in Class 2-B, Ekoda High School. Kaito finds out Aoko's 'special' colour of the day, declares it to the class, she gets embarrassed, and so the famous broom chase begins. Along with some magic tricks, of course, as expected of Kaito. But school's school right?

"Kuroba Kaito! Answer this question!"

Quick as lightning, he answers. He should know how to anyway, otherwise alter ego as KID, is, well, a goner.

"3y cubed! Come on sensei, a bit harder next time?"

"Fine. Nakamori Aoko! Answer this one!"

"Negative y to the power of 5! Kaito! I've got you this time!"

Now, I wonder where I've heard that before?

Sitting on the inside of the open window, he grins. Not a normal one, but his signature grin, the one that gives him a devilish aura.

"You can do that, sure, but would you follow me down?"

"Well obviously, Bakaito. How else am I going to- wait , what?"

He was gone out the window , leaving everyone crowding at the windows, Aoko screaming "Kaito!" and the teacher pale and trembling. But that stops abruptly when someone shouts "Hey! He's alive!" They look down and see Kaito alive and unharmed! There were questions, of course. How did he survive? Their class was 10 meters above the ground, how'd he do it? Most importantly, how is he standing upright on a vertical wall?

"K-K-KAITO! H-h-how are you-"

"My dear Aoko, the answer to your question, as to almost any question you ask, it's magic."

With those words he gave her the gift he always gave to cheer her up. Delicate, fragrant, unique and as blue as her name, a blue rose. He sent it up on a breeze, a gentle, spring breeze, to be exact. Like every other time he gave it to her, he had his special smile on. Like every other time he gave it to her, her heart skipped a beat. Like every other time he gave it to her, she accepted with all her heart. Like every other time he gave it to her, she knew that it was only for her, Nakamori Aoko. Like every other time he gave it to her, she hoped, wished, that maybe, just maybe, it meant that to Kaito, that she was more than just a friend. And like every other time he gave it to her, she didn't know that her wish had already come true.

Aoko reached out to grab it, leaning out of the window, the breeze gently blowing her hair. The rose was only a couple of centimetres below her; she can get it, right? She leans down, but suddenly she's rigid, gripped with fear. A memory resurfaced, a memory she kept shut down, until now. Everything goes out of focus. The ground seems miles away. She panics, Kaito's eyes widen, sensing her fear. Weighed down by the broom and the thoughts swirling around her head, she lets herself go motionless. And fall.

Oh God. Aoko!