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Chapter 1: Fin Overkill

There comes a time in every criminal's life when they must make a difficult choice: pink, or yellow. With narrowed eyes Kaito gazed at the skirts as if they held all the answers. Despite popular belief, he truly did put a great deal of thought into the costumes he placed upon His Detectives.

And, as he'd been gone for a while—he never thought he'd meet such an eccentric thief in France* (pot calling kettle, he wondered, briefly)-he had to make it up to them. Snickering to himself, he chose the pink one, small in size, and placed it next to the glittering fairy wings and wand. Tossing the yellow skirt off to the side, he set about making the next outfit.

Doing this for the entire task force took a great deal of time, but he didn't want to rely on his arsenal of preset outfits this time, no, His Detectives and Task Force deserved personal attention. Still, with two whole nights dedicated to the task, the thief had no intention of doing so again in the future. "Kaito!" his mother called, at home due to the holidays, "dinners ready!"

Ah, another night done, only seven more till the heist. Sure, the location put him at a slight disadvantage, but the jewel was a beautiful thing, a dove carved from alexandrite, with gorgeous ruby eyes. Kaito seriously doubted it would be Pandora, but that wasn't the point. He was having a 'Welcome Home!' party whether they liked it or not! And little Tantei-kun wasn't going to have a choice. He had to come. The Phantom Thief had personally invited him after all.

With a pout Kaito rocked back onto his heels and teleported down the stairs—it wasn't really teleporting, but, meh. Details.

"So, how are things coming along, honey?" his mother asked, placing the plates on the counter for him to set on the table, "will your little rival be able to make it?"

"Oh, he'll be there!" he huffed, setting the table with a snap of his fingers, "He didn't make it last time, and he's been acting rather sketchy as of late…"

"Oh?" his mother laughed, moving the last of the food to the table, "how so? Avoiding an old stalker?"

"Yes! Wait, no, I mean, he is avoiding my doves, but that isn't the only thing…"

Raising an eyebrow in question, his mother gestured for him to sit, "what else dear?"

"…I'm not sure," in a rare moment of seriousness, Kaito sighed, running a hand through his already mussed hair, "It's just, something feels wrong."

Nodding, his mother smiled, taking his hand within her own, "then it's your job to make things right."

And right they would be, that is, after he devoured this scrumptious meal.

However, sneaking a peek into the detective agency latter that night showed the family chatting away with a new client. Today, it appeared, would not be the day to interfere.

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The sixth day before the heist went quit well. Ah, as well as he'd expect, considering he did skip a day.

Aoko was angry, as expected, and chased him with her dreadful mop, but upon hearing that he had permission from his mother, she calmed down. Though not without trying to sneak a few whacks in for good measure. He spared her of his usual skirt flipping, in exchange for making her hair stand straight up, in the form of a waving man. This, of course, did not please her, and the chase was on again.

Hakuba was sick, so the thief was a bit less mischievous, though some of his victims would like to declare otherwise, with puke green afros and sparkling pink elf costumes. The detective was simply glad he was spared for the day.

Akako wasn't present, while strange, Kaito simply shrugged it off. Maybe she was at the creepy store that just opened up?

When school was out he wandered off to the park Conan was last seen playing soccer in, his little duckling's most likely calling for a different game after getting trounced for the fifth time in a row. Yet, upon arrival, there was no one there.

The fifth day before the heist was alright. Hakuba had gotten better over the night, and Kaito's pranks reigned supreme. Slightly frustrated on losing sight of his little critic—and now unable to see him again for two whole days due to another case—he took it out on his class in glee. No one got work done, and the substitute teacher for the day ran from the room within the first five minutes. Which was slightly intriguing, usually they would have run in under two. Maybe he could beg the principal to bring this one back?

Akako was still missing, and there was no way he was getting worried. No way in hell.

When school was out, he complained about his lack of success with the little critic to his mother, whom brought to question the extent of his stalking, and smiled, saying that if he was going to stalk the poor boy, he should go all out and follow him everywhere, it wasn't like Kaito didn't know where he was, after all.

The fourth day, Aoko came prepared; hidden within her mop was a f…f…finny thing. Screaming, Kaito clawed his way to the ceiling, and then into it. But she'd been prepared, and there were frekin finny things in there too! With a another high-pitched scream, Kaito disappeared in a poof of smoke, filling the entire room in a pink cloud, and leaving it in complete disarray, with students hanging from the ceiling and walls, or sunk in the floor, and each person with a different hair color and style. Trapped by strings coated in innocent looking balloons—that would explode into glitter, confetti, bats, and any other assortment of things—the class would never bring the damnable finny things to school again.

While Hakuba tried to calmly instruct the students to the exit, it was noted that Akako was missing today as well.

But the thief—hidden away in the faux wall—slipped out of the room before he could dwell on it further. She was a grown woman, a frightening, evil, woman, who could take care of herself.

"Speaking of taking care of oneself," a voice declared behind him, almost making him jump as he spun on his heel in a relaxed manner, poker face on full force, confused smile upon his lips as he blinked down at the faux-child before him, "you really should see a physiatrist, pulling off a heist in an aquarium when you can't even look at the inhabitants? Not very bright."

"Do I know you, little miss?" he asked, ignoring the tiny voice in his head telling him to run as the girl—Haibara, if he remembered correctly—stared at him in dry amusement.

"KID," she declared, smile becoming more dangerous as he inwardly flinched, "stop following Conan."

"Eh?"

Instead of answering, the girl turned on her heel and disappeared down the hall, reminding him of one of Tantei-kun's little muttered rants, demon-child indeed.

Still, despite the tiny voice telling him not to follow, an even bigger portion demanded to know what was going on. And, besides, since when did KID ever do as he was told anyway? Beyond that, he also had to figure out how she knew about his identity. The location of the heist was most likely something she asked Tantei-kun about, but Kaito doubted even he knew about his true persona (if it could be called that)…right?

Shaking his head to dispel the annoying cowardly voice, he smiled mischievously, before muttering to his adorable companions (always hidden on his body) and ordered them to split. There was already a dove watching over Conan, however, with this new development, there couldn't be harm in sending another.

Sneaking out of school was easy, but he made a mental note to leave a gift next time he did it—the classroom didn't count, that was simply self-defense—however, finding the demon-child proved to be much harder. A few minutes passed—a good five, or so, but counting was Hakuba's thing, so he didn't bother keeping to much attention on the clock—before he found her, by the train station. Alas, before he could follow her onto the train, something red caught his eye; something that, in all rights, should never ever look that weak.

"Akako?"

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The third day was mostly spent at home, pacing back and forth as his mother and the family physician looked over the resting witch whom he'd dragged back the day before.

The fact that one of his doves came back from observing the faux-children (for they had combined watches, when Conan had gone to the professors house for the night), and was completely calm as it offered up its leg, showing off the broken device attached, didn't help matters. What in blazes was going on?

Nonetheless, he needed to get prepared, it was time to set up for the heist. So, leaving a dove with his mother, and carefully checking to see if he can still hear anything from the others, he set off…to one of the most dreaded locations on the planet, an aquarium.

The second day was spent in a mixture of relaxation, anxiety, and a growing determination. He'd come into contact with the finny creatures far too much, however, he had found a way to go about the building from within the walls and ceiling (making him wonder why the hidden passages where there in the first place), minimizing his exposure to the monsters. After which he promptly went to sleep. However, upon his awakening, he found that Akako was still asleep, thankfully, the doctor had informed them that it was simply from exhaustion, sure, a few bruises littered her hands and knees, but it was submersed this happened while running, though from what and why was unknown. Tantei-kun, however, was acting far too…normal. After the strange encounter with the demon-child he'd expected for them to try to hide from him, but, if anything, they were easier to follow. The conversations between the faux-children and the ducklings were lighter, somehow, and there was a calm air about Tantei-kun that didn't exist before. Haibara, however, seemed a bit sadder. At least, for a moment, before she turned and smiled smugly at one of his doves.

He'd been kicked out of the house by his mother, whom had gotten tired of his pacing, and he couldn't stand going back to school, the memory of those…f…finny things still too fresh—even more so due to the heist setup the day before—so he did the only other thing he could think of, stalk Tantei-kun.

Was it sad that one of his most beloved past times was stalking his little rival?

Nonetheless, watching the boy laugh and getting dragged about by his ducklings was relaxing, at times he felt the ache to join them, which was strange, honestly. He'd never felt like that when he had stalked Hakuba, well, contemplating it wasn't going to get him anywhere, might as well do what he's always done—exactly what he wants.

Therefore, with a quick flick of his wrist he was now an old croon, and, after slowly waddling up to the whispering children, debating on what movie to watch, he scooped up the mini-detective and hugged him close. The other children were startled, and while Conan stiffened for a bit, he relaxed soon enough, more than likely already suspecting who the culprit was. Haibara was snickering off to the side.

"Obaa-san," Conan called, blinking innocent blue eyes up at him, "is something wrong?"

"Oh, I'm just a bit lonely," 'she' sighed, "my grandkids just left, whisked away by their parents, and now I've found I've nothing to do."

"You can come with us," the little ducklings cried, eyes bright and eager, "we're gonna watch a move then wander about looking for cases!"

"Cases?"

Everyone ignored Conan as he squirmed, tired of being held, as they continued the conversation. And was it just him, or was the mini-detective a bit too light?

"Yeah, we're the Junior Detective league!" the three children posed, imaginary lights and fireworks going off behind them.

"Oh my, so you'd be able to help me find Mr. Fluffles?"

The way they instantly deflated brought a chuckle to his lips. Though the way Conan shivered, made him inwardly frown and hug him closer, his reward was a glare.

"Eh, well, we were kinda going for more exciting cases…" the biggest child grumbled, only to get elbowed by the other two. "We'll help you," the little girl chirped, "do you have a picture?"

"Hey, I thought we were going to see a movie!"

"Oh, come on Genta, there's nothing to see anyway."

"But I wanted to see-!"

"Where was the last place you saw him?" Haibara interjected, stepping forward.

And while the offer had originally been a joke, he saw no way to get out of it now, realizing he'd entrapped himself, Conan gave him a smug smirk before finally wriggling free from his grasp. Still, this could be fun. Thus, the rest of the day was spent hunting for an imaginary cat. It was kind of fun, the children's enthusiasm infectious, even when they stumbled upon on a week old murder and an even older mystery. True to style, Conan and the others solved the mystery within the night, and the cat was all but forgotten.

Conan continued to shiver throughout the ordeal, but the small tremors went unnoticed by everyone but Kaito and the every watchful and sad eyes of the demon-child.

The last day was not one he could skip school for. After having informed his mother of his little adventure she'd determined rest was no longer necessary, and he had to catch up on his work before the heist. Not that he couldn't do that in a few measly hours, if that, but he wasn't going to argue. After a small incident as a child, Kaito realized that his mother was not one to anger. Especially when tired, which she was, from watching over Akako for so long, who still hadn't woken up.

Nonetheless, the class was not pleased with his return, though Aoko was relived for a good while, uncertain if she'd gone too far in her retaliation, though Hakuba assured her that she had every right to fight back. Still, the class had no intention of taking up arms against the thief in their lifetime.

Upon schools end Kaito flew back home (out of sight, of course), the witch was finally awake. "Is she alright?" he whispered, upon appearing behind his mother, whom jumped before nodding and gesturing towards the cracked door, "the doctor is seeing her now," she replied, "she was asking for you."

Nodding, he headed in, ignoring the indignant look the other man sent his way. "Leave," Akako said, directing it to her care giver, "we'll need some privacy," and while that simple sentence sent a chill down his spin, Kaito stood firm and watched, slightly intrigued, as the man set about putting all his supplies away with a rather envious speed and departed with an even swifter one. Perhaps he should inquire about how the old man was able to move like that. It would certainly be useful. "So," the theif began, walking to the front of the bed and rocking back on his heels, "how do you feel?"

"Hades has spoken."

"Again?"

"He's given me a warning."

"I'm pretty sure I can handle myself."

"Perhaps, but what about those dear?"

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The warning, per ritual, was complicated and made very, very little sense. Still, the witch gave him the warning with the last of her strength, passing out soon after. His mother, whom had insured their privacy by forcing the doctor to have tea with her, was the first one up when he informed them. With the warning nestled in the back of his head, Kaito expected sleep to be a faraway dream, but it wasn't as far as he thought, only waking when his doves called to him. Thankfully, this heist was on a day off, otherwise he was certain he'd be forced to attend school again.

Speaking of, whatever was Akako's excuse for being absent? None of the teachers had been asking about her absence…

Eh, not like he could ask her, considering she was fast asleep, yet again. So, after insuring that Tantei-kun planned to come to the heist, the thief started making his last minute preparations and hide amongst his numerous fans as they gathered about.

"It's almost seven, only a few more seconds," a young girl hummed next to him, gossiping with her friend, both of which were on the second floor, where he'd gone to see if he could spot his little rival. Alas, that was not to be the case. Still, KID smiled, now floating above the crowed of adoring fans, that didn't mean he wasn't here.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! IT'S SHOW TIME!"

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AN: I'm aware that there might be allot of question in regards to this, so, ask away an I'll answer next chap. Also, I've never really watched Kaitou Kid, so all I know about that world if what I've read in fanfic or seen in Case Closed, so if I make a mistake, please inform me. Thank you all for reading!

*If KID meet Phantom R from Rhythm Thief…