A/N: I had a great deal of troubles deciding what Kaito was going to call himself, but well, this will do ;)

Warnings:
Strange English, OOCness

Uploaded: 2013-04-17
Chapter rating: K+
Words: 3,100

Chap. 3
Angel of Darkness

Kaito quickly found a library, beautifully built beside a canal, and he decided that the city might look a bit more like Rome or Venice than London, especially with the gondolas floating through some of the waterways. He also loved the fact that the city was build beside a cliff and that the houses just continued down it; it truly was a sight to be seen, especially when the sun began to set and bathed the city in red and orange. He couldn't wait to show Shinichi and he would have to take a picture or something.

The reason for the differences in this Tokyo was that they in this world apparently had had an open relation to Europe compared to the Japan in his own world and had thereby been inspired by the architecture, but the city that they called Tokyo wasn't on the same place as in his own world, and Osaka was the capitol. The computer security was very similar to the one he was used to so creating the identities only took a little bit of time, and then putting them into the system took even less effort, but despite that he didn't return to the hospital until ten.

Sitting beside his boyfriend Kaito waited for him to wake up even though the doctors kept telling him that he was in a coma. Days passed in a blur of outdoor walks, staring at his boyfriend and a growling stomach, and Kaito suddenly found himself low on food. He berated himself for allowing it to happen as he walked along the streets a clear evening, watching the sky turn red. As he wandered he passed a small restaurant where he stopped, seeing that it was only going to be open for another hour and that it was almost empty, but what interested him was the 'help wanted'-sign that stood in the window.

"Good evening," Kaito smiled to the white-haired, kind-looking lady behind the counter, "I just saw that you wanted help."
"Yes," the elderly lady smiled, "I'll get Hotaka. You just wait here." Kaito looked after her as she vanished into the back of the restaurant and saw how the only two guests that had been eating ice-cream was holding into each other's hand while they spoke. Kaito felt a sting of sadness as the couple smiled warmly and held eye-contact, but he quickly pushed it away as the woman came back with a large, well-trained man in his mid-thirties, looking more like a surfer than a restaurant owner.
"Hey there, kid," the sunburnt man with short brown hair and kind, green eyes greeted as he shook Kaito's hand firmly, "I'm Sasaki Hotaka, owner of this restaurant. Why don't we have a seat?" Hotaka made a gesture to the table furthest away from the two guests, and Kaito followed him there.

"We need someone to work extra from around four to ten during Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays. You'll be serving tables, cleaning and anything I don't have time to do during rush-hours. Now, I do have a few interested already, so why would I choose you?" Hotaka wondered and observed the teenager before him.
"I used to work in a restaurant, not as a waiter, but as a magician for dinner and late night entertainment. Saying that 'I'm pretty good' is an understatement and will offer my services as an entertainer if you want, but you should know that things have really gone wrong this year," Kaito informed with a slightly pained smile, deciding to try to get the job with the help of the man's compassion, "I'll pretty much do anything for food right now. Ever since my parents died in a car crash last year my brother and I have been travelling to find a new place to call home, but things recently took a turn for the worse as Shinichi fell in a coma. I'm just trying to find a job so that I can be close to him, since he's the only family I got right now." Kaito saw that the man seemed hesitant to ask any more questions so the magician simply continued. "I don't want much money, and I can less than whatever you're offering. Now, why would you choose me? I obviously have a lot of problems at the moment," Kaito shrugged and then gave the man a hard gaze, keeping it as he continued, "I will do everything in my power to keep this job. I will entertain if you want me too. Do dishes. Clean. Anything and everything. I need money to survive and for when my brother gets well..." The thief stopped speaking and observed the man, wondering if he'd have to continue.

"You do seem to be very dedicated," Hotaka said slowly, touched by the sincerity and desperation that seemed to radiate off of the teenager before him. The man let his eyes scan the boy, seeing that he had charisma, and he seemed like he could be very charming if he wanted to, "but I won't hire you just yet. I need to see how you are with the customers, but of the interested you're the one with experience and seem to have a lot of honesty, something that I value highly. Why don't you come by tomorrow around seven for the morning-hours; there's less people then compared to the lunch-hours. Can you make it?"
"Yes, I'll be there," Kaito nodded and followed the man as he stood up.
"After I've seen how you work we'll discuss your pay and you can show me what you can do as a magician," Hotaka smiled at the teenager as Kaito nodded again, "see you in the morning."

Kaito sat on his knees on the floor beside the detective's bed, smiling gently as he rested his cheek on his folded arms and told him about his day, hoping that Shinichi and Pandora could hear him; maybe they were just locked into their own world. That night he stayed at the hospital, washing up in the restroom so that he would be presentable and stole a dried-out sandwich from the counter in the nurses' kitchen; he'd seen it the night before, so he didn't think that anyone would eat it.

The thief kept a smile on his lips as he conversed with the early customers, taking their order and bringing it to them without fault. As the clock struck nine Hotaka pulled him inside the kitchen where he was introduced properly to the old lady, Sasaki Kotone that was his mother, and to his wife, Naoki, who worked as a chef. Both of the women were filled with joy and loved the restaurant, and Kaito got to hear a few stories about the couple's children; twins, one boy and one girl. He was given a meal and after he'd eaten he performed a small magic-show, earning laughs and happy smiles from the audience.
"Here, it's for today," Hotaka smiled and handed him a pay check after he signed the contract that he would be working during the weekends, "you said you needed money. I'll give you your check every Sunday instead of every month, so see you in two days."
"Thank you," Kaito stated as he took the paper, seeing that it said more than what he'd demanded, but he accepted it with a grateful 'thank you'.

The teenager smiled a bit as he made it towards the hospital; he couldn't wait to tell Shinichi about what had happened that day. As Kaito sat by the bed, exchanging ideas with the non-answering-detective about what kind of food he should buy with the money for it to last as long as possible, his heart twisted in pain as he used the detective's voice to answer his own questions so silently that it only came out as a whisper, and not before long he'd fallen asleep on the floor beside his lover. When Chiyo came on the night shift she found the exhausted boy and smiled sadly before she brought a blanket and a pillow to him and tucked him in.

"Did you hear it?" a female voice came through the doorway and Kaito woke up early in the morning, staring around himself as he sat up, confused by the blanket.
"Hear what?" Chiyo's voice answered and Kaito saw the nurses pass the doorway as he stretched, feeling nauseously tired, but he hadn't slept well for the last two and a half weeks.
"Kaitou Dark will strike at seven," the woman stated and Kaito froze in his position, "I'm going there to see him fly in! Can you even imagine how it would be to have wings? Ah, I'd do anythi..." The thief listened to their dying voices until his strained ears heard nothing more, but all he could to was stare into the wall; a phantom thief with wings.
'Wings,' his tired mind whispered as he went out to the coffee makers, 'Wings... Magic...' Kaito took two cups of coffee and sat down in a small couch as he turned on the TV, suddenly realising why his boyfriend only recently stopped drinking such ridiculous amounts of coffee; Kaito forced Shinichi to go to bed earlier than usual, so he was more rested and therefore stopped drinking unnecessary cups of coffee and only drank because he liked the taste. With a sigh he blew a bit on one cup before he burnt his lip and decided to wait a moment longer.

Changing channels, he suddenly found a news reporter that had a notice written in the top right corner.
"At 19:00 tonight, I will steal The Whisperer of Peace, from the Victorian museum.
~Kaitou Dark"
Kaito stared empty-eyed at the screen as they showed the face of a young man with purple hair, long bangs in the front and shorter hair in his neck, smiling confidently as he flew on black wings; wings that looked very real, but they could still be some kind of prop. Dark might be held by a balloon like KID sometimes was. The magician was suddenly struck by how utterly boring and unimaginative the heist note was and scowled a bit as he blew on the coffee, carefully dipping his lip into the hot liquid to feel if it had gotten cold enough to not scold his mouth, and as he didn't burn himself he downed it all in one sweep before he picked up the next cup and drank it the same way. After waiting for a while he watched how his hands began to tremble as the caffeine took effect; he really hated it, the caffeine, or rather, his body rebelled when he was only running on the drug. Kaito knew that he needed food and rest, but that he could get after he'd seen if this Dark had magical abilities and maybe could help Shinichi.

He left early that morning, as usual, and got some food before he went to his packing that he was still hiding in the park. The KID-outfit was a bit looser on his body than normally, but after he'd gotten the gadgets and a few neutral masks he decided to take a look at the officers that were known for trying to stop this world's most elusive phantom thief.

The police inspector Saehara, who was leading on the Kaitou Dark-cases, was a fierce-looking man with brown hair and bushy eyebrows, and Kaito couldn't help but to think that he looked a little bit like a wolf. Despite his wild appearance he was a kind man with a large heart that cared for the people in the town. The thief found out that the man was most often head of the investigations, as long as the blue-haired Commander Hiwatari didn't show up, and apparently the youngster with glasses, only fifteen-years-old, had graduated from university at the age of thirteen and was the one that was closest to even catching Dark. From what Kaito discovered, Hiwatari was on Shinichi's level or just below, but as the teenager had gone travelling to America he was no threat, even though Kaito made sure to prepare for him; what if he had that same kind of nasty habit of just showing up whenever he pleased, like Hakuba?

As the thief walked into the museum disguised as a police officer two hours before Dark was going to strike he had only the intention of questioning the thief, but just like himself Dark liked to be mysterious so he doubted that he'd get any real answers unless he did something unexpected. Kaito was sent to the room with the object and observed it quietly. The Whispererof Peace had the shape of a dove and was carved from marble with blue emeralds as eyes and a twig in its beak. Kaito smiled at it; it was truly a piece of art, unbelievably beautiful from the feathers to the eyes, and it made him realise how much he missed his own doves. Never before had he been without them. He'd grown up with his father's doves and had been taught how to take care of them and train them. Kaito could still remember his first dove, Aika, and she would always have a special place in his heart.

The thief's eyes was moving over the information about the piece as he thought, suddenly realising that he couldn't just steal feathers from Dark's wings to see if they were fake or not; he had to steal the dove too, because The Whispererof Peace had been given to Japan after a war with South Korea a very long time ago, and it was said that the dove helped heal the injured. As little as he wanted to bring possible magical objects near Shinichi, he still wished for him to be well, and this one had a kind expression on it. Kaito listened to two talking officers as he continued reading about how the war had been a shame to both of the countries as it had begun in a misunderstanding, but after the war when peace settled the countries had grown closer to each other, and nowadays had almost completely open borders.

Mentally nodding to himself Kaito decided that if he could show Dark that he had a worthy challenger he would be more interested in talking, and Kaito already had the 'Pluck the Phantom Thief'-trap in place, so if he simply activated that and distracted the other he would be in business, but as Kaito thought more and more about his plan he began to grow pensive; he simply needed a last, personal touch. As the time neared and there were only fifteen minutes left, he came up with the perfect solution, knowing that Dark most often used a small case to transport his loot in. With a small, soundless chuckle Kaito disappeared into the darkness; Dark would never know what hit him.

Kaito breathed calmly as he hung in the ceiling with the help of ropes, using mirrors to stay hidden and looked down on the police officers that were guarding the dove. The time came and Kaito heard in his headset that Dark had been spotted outside the museum. His hands trembled a bit from the caffeine and he cursed the free coffee they gave away at the hospital as he held in the grappling hook and the remote to the trap. Smoke exploded around the policemen and Kaito placed the gasmask over his face, watching closely as he saw Dark open a window and jump inside.

"Still never learn," the phantom thief with purple hair shook his head as he walked past the sleeping men and then opened his black case, intensely observed by the magician in the ceiling. Kaito prepared himself as Dark placed the dove in his attaché, but as he smirked and walked back towards the window Kaito pushed the button, causing tense lines to release from the roof and smack into the ground. The purple-haired thief called out in both shock and pain as one of the lines had stuck the end of his wing and made feathers fall to the ground.
"What kind of messed up trap is that?" Dark roared to the sleeping officers and then examined the damage caused to his wing, not noticing how the case that he'd dropped was lifted into the air with a hook, emptied and then returned to the floor. Kaito smiled at the fact that his first simple plan had worked as he placed the dove in a hidden bag that hung from the ceiling and then climbed along the beam to the wall, seeing how the thief flew up to the high window.

"So you're the one they call Dark?" Kaito asked as he stood in the darkness, knowing that the only thing the other thief would be able to see was his silhouette and the gleaming from the monocle.
"Yes," the purple-haired teenager, seemingly around nineteen to twenty years of age, said and stared at him as he turned around, "who do I have the pleasure to meet?"
"Just a humble gentleman thief, with lots of questions," the white-clad thief stated.
"A gentleman thief? Did you make that up yourself?" Dark questioned with a smile as the held into the edges of the window and leaned with his back out of it, "if you came here to challenge me you've already lost!"
"Have a good evening, Kaitou-san," Kaito grinned, knowing that he'd won in more than one aspect, "I figured that you wouldn't want to answer questions right away, so see you next time." Dark just smirked and jumped out of the window, unaware that he hadn't stolen The Whispererof Peace.

What the police saw on the cameras later in the evening once the heist was over was that after Dark spoke and then jumped out of the window a strange man in a white top hat and mantle walked out of the shadows. He walked over to where the feathers were and crouched down to look at one as he picked it up, twirling it between his fingers and then vanished in a puff of smoke, together with all the feathers.

Dark however had stared down at the item that he'd 'stolen' once he got back to his place before he picked it up with a disturbed groan.
"A rubber duck?" the phantom growled and turned the yellow toy in his hands, seeing that there was something written underneath it.
"See you next time
~The Moonlight Magician *doodle*"
"That thief... How did he..." Dark stared at the duck and sighed; how would he find The Whispererof Peace now that this magician had taken it? He couldn't just search every building in the city.