(I'm re-organizing the crap out of this guys, sorry if there's any confusion. OH! and for the LAST TIME there is absolutely no Conan Kaito slash, yaoi, gayness action going on in this K? Stop bringing it up!)

Chapter 3

"Is it a curse for me always finding myself in the unusual position of helping you?" Conan asked coldly as they headed towards the light up detective agency. Kaito giggled from behind him making him shoot a glare at his almost twin.

"Sorry, sorry." Kaito laughed, "I was thinking something similar earlier this evening." Conan raised an amused eyebrow before he walked up the stairs.

"Oh, no." He grumbled stopping dead in his tracks causing Kaito to bump into him.

"What?" Kaito looked upstairs

"If I can see you Ran probably can too." Kaito shrugged, "You were the only one in that large group to notice me in one of my many clumsy moments this evening when I ever so gracefully fell out of a tree." Conan took that into account still freaked out at the two Kaito's in one area; one being as dead as a door nail. Ran was also distraught at the time too; she never notices anything when she's that torn up. "And even if she does see me I'll just pretend to be you." He smirked evilly; Conan narrowed his eyes and sighed.

"We better come up with a good story and fast." Conan was about to continue up the stairs when the door flung open violently causing both Conan and Kaito to yelp and almost fall backwards.

"You better come up with a good story and fast Conan!" Ran was beyond pissed. I'm in such big trouble.

"Busted." Kaito whispered in Conan's ear. Conan was about to shoot a comment back when Ran picked him up and ushered him upstairs into the apartment with the strictest look she's ever had. Conan only hoped Kaito was following and hoped for his sake that he'd never bring this up again.

Ran sat him down in the living room of their apartment and stared him down, but for some reason her strict look softened.

"You weren't back at the museum were you?" Conan lost his voice again. How the heck does she do that? The question was obviously sketched across his face since Ran sighed. "He did look a lot like Shinichi huh?" Conan felt his chest tighten and he looked down. He found himself in her shaken embrace again. She wasn't in the greatest of moods, and he didn't try to explain himself. Ran let go and rubbed her eyes a little with a sad smile. "Kaito Kid seemed to be immortal didn't he? It's surreal knowing that he's dead; it just doesn't feel right." She stood up and straightened her peach shirt, "Come on; let's go to bed. My dad's gonna ki- be real mad if he finds up we were up this late." Conan nodded and watched her go into her room.

"Like I'm going to risk going in that room! HA!" Conan walked towards the door to head down the stairs.

"Looks like she didn't see me huh?" Kaito almost made Conan jump out of his skin after he closed the door.

"Geez, could you be any less annoying?" He snapped in a whisper. Kaito had an amused over-thinking look on his face

"Nope, this seems to be the right amount of annoying." He whispered back as they headed into the office. Conan did his best to not let the pest of a thief to get to him. Ran was more right about the surrealistic feeling than she could ever know. He still couldn't get his mind around the fact he was being haunted by the dead phantom thief. Kaito snickered behind him.

"What's so funny?" Conan asked irritated

"Now I'm literally a phantom thief!" He cackled. Conan rolled his eyes.

"Har har, now explain to me why I'm talking to the supposed dead phantom thief." Conan flopped on one of the two couches in the dimly lit office impatiently. Kaito sighed hopelessly; something Conan never thought Kaito Kid was even capable of, and flopped on the couch across from Conan. He put his hand to his forehead.

"I wish I could explain it to you, but, truth be told, I have no idea how this happened." Conan rolled his eyes. Of course you don't, he thought to himself bitterly.

"Just start where I lost track of you at the museum." Conan suggested coolly.

"Didn't last long! You spotted me during my escape again; that get's annoying you know." Kaito huffed. Conan's eyes narrowed impatiently; he was feeling unusually grumpy this evening. Kaito put his hands up in silent surrender and told Conan everything from the psycho with the gun to him witnessing the after affects of his own death. Conan resisted the urge to shudder.

"Did you see the guys face?" He asked, but Kaito shook his head and blandly stated that it was too dark. Conan wasn't too happy with that and he growled a little before slouching on the couch.

"So, the gem you've got is ruby red while the one in evidence is clear as crystal, but you think they're the same thing?" Kaito nodded slightly. Conan wanted to slap himself upside the head

"I can't believe I'm saying this: Since that's the case I guess you're only," he had to pause and rethink his sanity levels before finishing, "partially mortal?" The blank stare on Kaito's face made him slap his forehead and rub his eyes beneath his glasses.

"Great. I have to steal it again?" Kaito suddenly growled making Conan jump slightly and stare at his somewhat enemy in disbelief. Oh joy, he agrees with that insane theory I just came up with.

"Yup, you have to steal it again." Conan stated, still a little confused.

"Peachy…" Kaito grumbled slouching.