A/N: Have a great day! Here's an update! And now I'm out to celebrate Walpurgis Night! Yes, I'm a heathen. XD

Warnings:
Strange English, OOCness

Uploaded: 2013-04-30
Chapter rating: K+
Words: 3,000

Chap. 4
The Whisperer of Peace

Kaito stared at The Whisperer of Peace as he sat beside his boyfriend with his back to the door that was standing ajar in case something happened to the patient, and it seemed like someone died every day at that place, or at least they tried to.
"Peace-san," the thief whispered and stared into the blue stones that were its eyes, "please help Shinichi. He's the only thing I've got, and I love him so, so much." Kaito placed a gentle kiss on the dove's head and stared at it for a moment, hoping that something good was going to happen, but as nothing happened he sighed and placed it back in his lap before he bent forward, leaning his elbows on his knees and pulled out one of Dark's feathers from his sleeves. In a strong light he'd seen that the feather had a blue-purple-ish tinting instead of just plain black, which meant that it was the feather of a raven instead of a crow, but it was far too large to even come from a bird. What was even more significant was that one of the feathers had been torn from the very root and had a small amount of blood at the end, which meant that the wings weren't fake; Dark had some kind of magic, and he used it to grow wings.

For a long while he just sat there, unintentionally preening the feather, while allowing his mind to wander wherever it pleased. As the moon slowly travelled over the sky he came up with multiple shows for the small restaurant and he quietly structured the short future, deciding that he needed to find a second job, maybe he could get a cheap apartment somewhere and decorate it. If he got the second job he could buy his boyfriend some detective book; there ought to be some book about a great detective. Maybe he could even buy a book about a phantom thief, there ought to be some about Dark, or a Dark-like person, but he didn't want to read; he wanted to plan more heists to get Dark's attention.

Kaito yawned and stretched at bit before he decided to sleep on the floor between the detective and the window, knowing that he couldn't be seen from the doorway if he did.
"I will wait for you to wake, Nichi," Kaito whispered and placed a lingering kiss on the detective's forehead, wishing with all his heart that his boyfriend would wake. He never thought that a wish could hurt that much, or that he could feel so lonely; last time he'd had Yukiko, Yuusaku and Chikage to speak with. Aoko had provided comfort, Hakuba had helped him stand, and the entire world had watched him and shown their support. Someone had even placed a hand on his shoulder on the train, telling him that his boyfriend would be fine, but now he had nothing. He was lost in a world in which he didn't belong and his only desire was that the detective would be with him. Kaito pulled away from his lover and a bit confused he looked around for the feather that he'd been holding, but it was nowhere to be found. One after one he took out the feathers and counted them all before he placed them back on their places. With an irritated scowl he looked around the room and found it nowhere, so he pulled out another one to caress for comfort and decided to ignore it completely. Staring at the feather he felt how his heart begun to beat harder; it was glowing in blue.

Gripping into it harder he narrowed his eyes; was it dangerous? Or was it exactly what Shinichi and Pandora needed? The relic obviously had stolen energy, and maybe Pandora could use the magic of the feather as energy. The feather dissolved into a weak blue light that travelled to the detective, and Kaito watched his boyfriend's hand move towards the energy, not much, but even so, he still took it as a confirmation and took out the next feather to hold it over the detective's hand, seeing how a finger twitched as he tried to move it upwards. Giving away the rest of the feathers he wondered how much the detective needed and if the other thief would help them, but he didn't feel like trusting Dark with something as important as Shinichi's life yet, not before he'd seen if the other was honourable.

A breath, or more like a confused thought went through the darkness. Complete darkness, nothing else but that darkness, but not cold, lonely, sorrow-filled; it was warm and calming, not dangerous. A red crystal stood before him, nothing else existed, just his single floating thought and the crystal. Curiously he went closer, seeing that it contained something, something that he recognised. The person inside the crystal was asleep and he felt how his own power began to slip away from him so he reached out to take whatever the crystal had to offer, but then stopped; something told him that the person inside needed it to stay safe. Smiling he took his outreached hand away and decided to go back to sleep, but as he turned around he recognised a power source. Carefully he tried to get to the power, but it was hard, and he was weak. Little by little he gained strength and suddenly felt a much stronger presence, but it was further away. Calculating his losses in case he failed he decided to try to get to it and reached out.

Kaito sighed as he was about to lay down to rest, freezing as he saw a trail of weak red light extend from the detective's hand towards the window. The magician watched in fascination how it reached behind the curtain and then retracted back to the detective again, now followed by a green trail. He carefully took the stolen artwork that he'd hidden behind the curtain and brought it closer to Shinichi, seeing how power was drawn from it to his beloved. Kaito twitched as the detective's hand grabbed into the dove and opened his eyes, staring at him.

Adárian. No, Pandora. Pandora was his name. The jewel realised this as he looked into the eyes of someone that looked like the protected one. Somehow that was good, and made him relax. The teenager with violet eyes was good, and Pandora was happy that he was there.
"More," he forced out and realised that he had no way of dealing with the power if he was using the container, but the owner of the container, the protected one, was safe from it as long as he stayed protected.

Kaito stared in shock as Pandora closed his eyes again and then watched the green light die out as the last of it was absorbed, but then the heartbeat accelerated and sent an alarm to the nurses' station and he hid the item as the door was opened and Chiyo came in together with two of her colleagues, shooing him out.

A bit nervously he watched them through the small window in the door, seeing that the machines were stabilising and sighed in relief when they opened without doing anything.
"What went wrong?" Kaito asked them when they came out.
"He might've been dreaming, or having a nightmare. Normally, coma-patients don't dream, but since we have no idea what's wrong with him it's very likely that he woke up for a bit," Chiyo stated with a smile.
"Um, he actually moved his hand," Kaito stated, hoping that they wouldn't restrict his visiting time and continued to answer questions about what had happened, but the thief was happy that he'd found a way to help his lover.

The thief smiled as he fell asleep on the floor beside his boyfriend, relaxing for the first time during the time he'd been in that world. His exhausted body had decided to take back a bit of the sleep he'd lost and he woke up for a moment during the following day, watching the setting sun and saw that someone had brought a small spare bed into the room, placed it behind the door and lifted him to it. Kaito smiled a bit at the fact that he hadn't even woken up and then turned around as he went back to sleep.

He yawned as he opened his eyes, seeing that the room was dark and that moonlight was shining in through the window. Even though his body was still tired he got up and washed himself in the sink in the restroom, smiling; tomorrow he would find out what criteria an item had to have in order for Dark to steal it, unless he only went around and took whatever he pleased, and if that was the case Kaito would just use The Whisperer of Peace as a reference, and go after objects that were similar to it.

Grinning, Kaito performed small simple tricks for the customers as he served the tables, hearing them speak about the fact that The Whisperer of Peace had shown up at the police station early in the morning with a note from someone that called himself 'gentleman thief', but they debated whether the signature said 1412 or KID. During the evening when the kitchen closed and most people were drinking and finishing their meals Kaito held a show, forcing himself to keep it very simple and low-profile; he couldn't afford to get any curious detectives on his trail when Shinichi was still so vulnerable.
"That was great," Hotaka smiled and patted his shoulder as he locked the door to the restaurant, "you seem to be happier than before."
"My brother woke up for a few seconds," Kaito smiled, still feeling odd about calling Shinichi his brother, but that couldn't really be helped. As the thief left the restaurant after having had a nice conversation with the owner he went to the park where he sat down on a bench and looked to the sky.

The hospital was closed so he couldn't go there, and even though he wanted to do some research on artwork he couldn't as the library and museums were closed. For a moment he sat there and felt himself calm down; it had been hard for him to not freak out about being moved to another world, but he had to make the best of the situation, for Shinichi, and Kaitou KID was something that had been a calming constant at home for a while, so now that he was beginning to use the same lines of thought he knew that everything would be okay. His peaceful smile morphed into a grin and he realised that he could go to the police station; they were open during the night and he could observe them so that he could disguise as them.

The next day, in disguise of an elderly man, Kaito went from museum to museum with a notepad in hand, writing up size, weight, history and meaning of artworks and paintings, since it seemed like Dark only went around stealing things randomly. The phantom thief appeared to be immortal too since every time he showed up he looked exactly the same, and Kaito had compared forty-year-old photographs with current ones and seen that he indeed looked the same, but there were only recorded history about him after something that was called the 'Cultural Revolution' that happened around 400 years ago where artworks that was said to contain magic were burnt and destroyed.

The thief stopped in front of a necklace, seeing the beautiful creation with a green emerald and smiled as he examined it with his eyes; it was perfect, since it was easy to get into the hospital and the item had been given to a woman by an artist to show her his undying love. Reading the information about the necklace he smiled; the artwork was said to bring luck to whoever wore it. He continued to a large armour with the emblem of a golden gryphon on the chest, reading that it was an artwork that had survived the Cultural Revolution and didn't notice how the eyes of the helmet glowed for a bit as he wrote down the information.

A redheaded boy on a fieldtrip with his class spun around and stared on the armour.
'It's awakening,' the voice inside his head stated and then sent a glance to the old man in front of it, 'Daisuke, prepare yourself!' The teenager with red hair took out a small black notepad and then hid in the doorway to a dark 'employers only'-room, waiting for the right moment, not wanting to change unless he absolutely had to. Daisuke watched how the old man walked away and the armour seemed to turn its head to follow him before it fell back into a slumber.
'Dark, what's going on?' the boy wondered quietly in his head.
'I don't know... It's like the armour only woke up for a moment, but now it's fast asleep,' the phantom thief that lived inside the teenager's head stated thoughtfully, 'I've never seen anything do that, we should talk to grandpa as soon as possible.'

Daisuke, the fifteen-year-old redhead, made his way to the armour and felt how it was falling into even deeper slumber.
'I was certain that it would attack that man...' the teenager mused in his head, hearing a confirmation from his second half.
'Check around to see if there's something new in here that's bothering it,' Dark commanded concerned; he didn't like the feeling of whatever it was that had awakened it. It wasn't a malevolent command, it was more like something had puffed on it a bit of curiosity, or accidently brushed against it, and if there was an object that did that it would cause a whole lot of problems for him.
'Then I'll have to sneak away from the others,' Daisuke thought and heard the phantom thief sigh.
'Congratulations, you have succeeded,' the voice snorted inside his head and made the teenager look around, seeing that his class was nowhere to be seen.
"Oh?" he exclaimed and frowned a bit as he began walking his own way, passing the old man that had previously been in danger.

Kaito grinned as he sat in inspector Saehara's chair with his legs crossed by the ankles on top of the edge of the desk so that his shoes wouldn't dirty it, not that they were actually dirty, but he was a gentleman and didn't want to appear like a filthy dog. He yawned as he waited and did a few card tricks, checking the clock on the wall from time to time.

A few minutes later the inspector he'd been waiting for opened the door and froze as he saw that the new thief was sitting there in his chair, looking bored, but as the man frowned the thief's mouth slowly formed into a huge grin, and there was something very unnerving about it, something that made him want to run in the opposite direction; was this thief completely insane? What was he doing in a police station? In his chair none the less?
"Good evening, Keibu," Kaito greeted and placed his note on the desk, seeing how the inspector's eyes followed his every move.

"1412, you're under arrest," Saehara stated as he narrowed his eyes at the thief, seeing the apparently young man get up with a knowing smirk plastered over his face.
"You have to catch me first," 1412 chuckled, clearly amused at the thought of him even trying, and that peeved Saehara, but he knew that there was no other way out of the room except past him, unless the thief was willing to jump from the window on the sixth floor. "What kind of name is 1412 anyway?" he asked with a snort, trying to get the other to lose his cool and come closer to him; he didn't want to run around the desk like an idiot, "it sounds stupid."
"If you don't like it you can call me KID or Moonlight Magician," the thief shrugged, indifferent to the small pike.
"KID? You actually named yourself KID? And what's up with the clothes?" the man questioned as he blocked the door, knowing that the night workers were in the break room only a few doors down; he could even hear them joking as they drank a cup of coffee.
"Now if you don't mind I have to leave. See you soon," KID teased as he backed away to the window making the inspector take action and throw himself at him.

Saehara grabbed the thief's arm and pulled him back inside, only to see that it was a doll the size of a human, but before he even had time to recover from the shock it grew bigger and exploded. The night shift officers in the room further away froze at the sound and then ran out into the corridor only to see white smoke pouring out of the inspector's office.
"Saehara-keibu?" one of them asked as their boss staggered out of his room, covered in blue dust, "what happened? I thought you were leaving..."
"KID, his name is KID, not 1412," Saehara coughed a bit and stared into his now blue office with exhaustion, seeing that the only thing that wasn't blue was the note that had been left, "he seems to feel very strongly about this." The inspector's eyebrows shot into his hairline as he watched the blue colour disappear and leave his office clean; only the colour on his skin, clothes and hair was left.

Kaito turned for a while in his and Shinichi's big sleeping bag, once again struck by how lonely and empty it was without a detective in it, but that would soon change, even if he was forced to steal twice every night he would get his detective back, but in order to do that he needed rest and food; he wouldn't do any good if he was caught because he was weakened from hunger and lack of sleep.

A/N:

Answer to guest review: D
Yea, I've been thinking about that a lot actually, but since I don't know any other system than the socialistic one I'm going to go with that one, and the hospital bill became surprisingly low! I thought that it would be way, waaay, higher than what I calculated it to. I mean you just have to get one pay in order to pay the entire bill off.

Answer to guest review: Vacant Balcony
I'm sorry that I haven't responded! D: I always have time to update before I remember! So here's an answer, if you'll see this...
Aw, you're so kind. And they are sweet because they are made of chocolate, no, but I seriously don't know why they are! XD

Gasp! No the horror! Dark/KID is never going to happen! Or not in this fic. anyway.