A/N: Okay, this is a KaiShin I wrote with a friend of mine. I hope you enjoy and comment because I've been on a serious KaiShin-mood lately and have written quite a few stories with my co-writer Ashrel Fury, but I'm not so sure about posting any of them. If I get positive feedback for this one, I may just post all the others.

Where Is The Magic?

The first official time we met, was at one of his magic shows.

"Shinichi! Hurry, its starting!" Ran Mouri pulled forcefully on her best friends arm, dragging the unwilling teen into the theater. They'd gotten the tickets to a magic show happening there through Shinichi's father as a gift. Since his parents were still at a book signing in America, they sent the tickets as a compensation for missing their son's 18th birthday.

"Ran, we don't actually need to go, just tell my dad it was cool and leave it alone. I don't see why we actually need to be present and watch some lame third rate illusionist do some card tricks and make some things float in thin air." Shinichi retorted, halfheartedly resisting. Magic just wasn't his thing and to be stuck watching an illusion show on his birthday wasn't what he wanted to do by far.

"Oh come on Shinichi! It'll be fun! I heard that Kid's shows are nothing like the others! He's not an illusionist, his shows always seem to leave a little magic in everyone who watched! Everyone always leaves the show with some sort of gift or prize, and he even gets some lucky people in the crowd to go up on stage with him!" Ran spoke as if she was reciting something she read, something Shinichi didn't doubt for one second. Ran was always a romantic at heart despite being a black-belt in karate. The thought of a 'gentleman magician' giving out roses and stealing hearts probably had her head over heals since they had gotten the tickets for the show a few weeks ago.

Reluctantly, Shinichi stopped struggling and went willingly. The sooner he got through this the sooner he could go home and review some of the case files he had yet finish. He was pretty sure that in the file he'd seen there was a case about a man murdered in a locked room while counting his money. That one seemed like an interesting one to find the truth to.

"And you better pay attention Shinichi. You could learn a thing or two from Kid." Ran nagged quietly as they took their seats. They were in the front row, something amazing seeing as the whole theater was sold out from floor to wall. It was a large theater too, nearly rivaling the most prestige of opera houses. The balcony seats and upper floors were cleared out though. Weird.

"Who did dad get these tickets from anyways?" Shinichi asked out loud as the lights went off.

A spot light blinked on, a soft glow of light blue almost resembling that of the full moon. It even wavered as if it actually was what it was trying to imitate. Shinichi resigned himself to his fate when his eyes set on the figure on the middle of the stage. The performer, Kaitou Kid, was clad in a white tux, a top hat and monocle blocking his face from view. From his seat, Shinichi had a pretty clear view. He decided that since he had to sit there, he might as well try and enjoy the show. He was pretty sure that any classic magician's trick would be easy to decode, and he was personally up to the challenge.

The figure in white raised his right hand, calling the attention of silent audience. A voice, smooth and sweet began to speak. It wasn't too deep but it wasn't childish either, telling Shinichi that this illusionist was probably a teenager just like himself. Shinichi's confidence on the performance lowered greatly at that one.

"Welcome my wonderful audience. I would like to personally thank you for attending my performance. Both new comers, and those coming back." Just as he finished speaking, the white-clad figure on stage walked forward, the spot light following him. He walked all the way to the edge of the stage and paused there, looking down at the people seated in the front row.

Shinichi blinked when blue-violet eyes focused on him, before a grin took the pale face of the performer. With a snap of his fingers, doves escaped from his white tux in waterfalls.

The crowd cheered as the flood of doves kept coming and coming, blocking the magician from view in seconds. It didn't seem to want to calm, the cheers and the doves creating a surreal atmosphere that Shinichi found himself speechless and thoughtless. This had not been what he had expected as a first trick.

When the steady flow of doves had slowed and finally stopped, there was no one on stage, but the doves settled themselves among the audience, some individuals scooting away from the birds while others took the liberty of petting them. One even seated itself comfortably on Shinichi's shoulder, making him blink at it before turning back to the empty stage. The audience, including Shinichi waiting with batted breath for what was to come. Shinichi wasn't sure of how but he found himself instantly captivated right from the first trick. There was no way that many doves could have been stored in the Kid's tux, there was just no way.

The stage filled with mist, become a cloudy white in mere seconds, and the crowd still waited, not daring to breath less they set something off. And from the mist, the figure in white rose, seeming to appear from a trap door under the stage if Shinichi had guessed correctly. The doves cooed from their spots around the theater.

But the figure didn't look the same, it was white but not human. To Shinichi's keen eyes it looked like rough an thin like a newly planted tree, a small, white, steadily growing tree that wouldn't stop its rise. It soon stood taller than six feet, thickening as it rose higher and higher. Gasps of surprise and wounder could be heard from the back of the theater as white leaves grew one by one from randomly scattered branches. The doves from the first trick seemed to kick into gear, leaving their perches to flow to the stage, landing on the tree's branches that didn't stop growing until it reached the edges of the stage and the roof of the theater. There were branches that didn't even stop at the edge and seemed to leave the stage so they could reach out over the crowd's heads.

Shinichi could tell many people were pushing back on their seats so they could keep the branches in eye-sight, but it was useless as it reached outwards like vines wrapping around the air itself. Its white color haunting in the present light of the soft blue spot light. Shinichi couldn't figure it out, he wasn't even thinking at his point. What was going on exactly?

Kid soon appeared after the growing vines and branches finally stopped, nearly reaching the back exit. He stood in front of the tree, some of his doves coming to land on his out stretched arms.

A grin was on his face, Shinichi could see that, but his eyes were shadowed and hidden. A fleeing thought went to Ran and what she thought of this show. No doubt by her stillness and silence that she was completely enraptured.

A second of still silence rang in the theater, no one moving or drawing breathe it seemed. Until with a light airy laugh, the magician lowered his arms in a single, quick movement.

Everything happened at once. The doves' flapping wings made a lot of noise as they rose to the air, the leaves ruffled in the wind the birds creatures, swelling irregularly until they were balloons that left the tree to float forward into the audience, the birds fallowing the balloons, flapping their wings to keep each one moving. Each bird seemed to be following one individual balloon and it was soon clear as to why, when the birds, all at once, pecked at the white balloons. With a pop, the balloon's turned to flakes of snow that fell slowly to the crowd under it.

Wide blue eyes belong to an overly logical mind looked at the white fluff and winter icy blue that wasn't even cold to the touch, but instead warm and soft until it turned to nothing when it touched his skin. The moon-light spot light seemed to make the whole theater glisten as the flakes descended, unstopped despite illogically having come from scattered balloons. Then the tree itself collapsed, becoming a snow that covered the stage where the magician still stood, watching the reactions of his audience. Shinichi's eyes went from the snow falling on his hands, to the performer that made it happen, and he couldn't think. The detective's brain had seemed to shut off when he was met with soft violet eyes and an equally soft smile on the pale face.

Kid seemed to notice he was being watch for his eyes hardened again and settled on Shinichi, an easy grin on his face as if asking if Shinichi had enjoyed the display. A numb nod got the magician his answer. And just as Shinichi was rethinking his original thoughts about the magic show, a sudden wave of weightlessness hit him. He had time to yelp and listen to the startled noises of the audience that sat near him, including Ran's surprised 'Shinichi!', before he realized he was being lifted from his seat.

Fear and an unsettling amount of embarrassment filled him, when he noticed that the audience that had once been entranced by the snow were now more interested in him. He didn't know exactly where he was going until he found himself facing the audience, sitting in what he realized was the tree that had fallen just minutes before. Holy shit, he was on stage. Panic filled his chest and he looked around frantically for a way to get down before the sound of someone clearing their throat made his eyes snap behind him.

Standing directly behind him was the magician, a grin on his lips and the shadow's no longer covering his face. He looked so young and his features so soft, nearly identical to Shinichi's own. Shinichi found numb to the fact that this guy could practically be his twin.

"Its not polite to ignore your audience Tantei-kun." The white performer spoke with a laugh in his voice, making Shinichi's eyes widen and snap to the crowd again, they were staring at him in awe. He looked down at himself to see what they were all gawking at, only to notice that his jeans and t-shirt where gone, replaced with an identical white tux to the one on the boy behind him.

Anger and question filled Shinichi as he snapped around again, only to be startled when the thing he was sitting on suddenly lost his solid feature again, becoming doves that few away once again. He had closed his eyes to brace for impact, only to snap them open when he felt arms around the back of his knees and around his shoulder. At this angle, the 'phantom' the performer had displayed in stage seemed almost human as Shinichi spotted the sweat rolling down his face. Interesting, was the performer nervous?

It didn't even register to Shinichi to ask to be put down as he focused instead on finding a reason for the teen's nervous perspiration. He was so long in his thoughts that when violet eyes met his, shinning and glimmering as they were, he was left with no breath in his lungs.

"I thought you'd be complaining by now Tantei-kun? Could is be that you enjoy being held so close to my heart?" The teasing tone and words had Shinichi's eyes widening and his cheeks flushing. He began to struggle in the hold only to yelp as the magician, with a chuckle, throw him high in the air, far higher than was possible for a teen throwing another teen. Shinichi flailed in an attempt to get himself from landing on his back, but was again surprised as something soft covered his back and stopped his descend into the hard unforgiving ground. He sat up to realize he was currently being supported by a rather large blood red balloon in the shape of the head of a rose. If he dared look over the balloon's edge, he would have seen the gawking crowd ten feet or so, bellow.

"You know Tantei-kun, when he said you'd be here, I didn't believe him but I'm glad." Again the voice came from behind him and he turned to see the magician.

"What the hell! Is it normally a part of the performance to violate one of your audience members!" Shinichi half-screamed, half-whispered, not sure if the crowd could hear him or not.

The smile on the performer's face widen and Shinichi was captivated by the genuine light in his violet-blue eyes. Really, why was he so pleased with himself?

"Tantei-kun, I've been a fan of your work since I first saw you working on a case in Beika! The Great Detective of the East, solving crimes that were unsolvable by the police! Tantei-kun, you really are amazing!"

Child-like glee looked odd on a teenager's face, but it lightened Shinichi's foul mood that he actually allowed a small smile to show. "Me? You are the one who makes impossible things possible. How did you do it anyways, getting the balloon's filled with so much snow, and did you train the doves yourself? I'm pretty sure I've never seen your type of magic."

The man clad in white had a grin so wide it was hurting Shinichi's cheeks just to look at it. "That's because my type of magic, is real Magic." He held his hand out for Shinichi to shake, and when the detective did, he pulled the other teen up to stand on the balloon too. It was odd for Shinichi and he was thrown a little off balance, but the magician helped steady him.

"By the way, Tantei-kun, my name is Kaito, Kuroba Kaito."

"Well Kuroba-san, its a pleasure to meet you. And um, what exactly is keeping the audience entertained while we stand here talking?" Shinichi questioned tentatively, kind of afraid of the answer. The grin didn't waver though, giving him hope that Kaito had something going on below the big rose balloon.

"Well a few minutes ago my doves graced all the ladies and small children with some of my roses, and now I have the snow around the stage melting together into a glass wolf that will be pouncing at the audience in about thirty seconds and exploding into water vapor the second his paws touch the first few seats." Kaito replied easily, allowing Shinichi to peer over the rose's edge to look at the stage.

There was, indeed, a rather large ice wolf on the stage, growling and barking at the startled and scared crowd bellow. Just as Kaito had said too the wolf them jumped from the stage into the crowd drawing screams of near terror and some of amazement when all it did was melt in the air and turn to vapor, only to rise drawing the crowd's eyes upwards as it went. In seconds they spotted the balloon he and Kaito were standing on.

"And that is our cue Tantei-kun! Brace yourself." Kaito said as he wrapped a steady arm around Shinichi's waist. The detective was about to complain and struggle when the already unstable ground beneath his feet gave out the rose balloon turning into rose petals and scattering like a tornado that flowed gently around the room before moving to the stage where the magician, Kaito emerged from the whirl-wind with the audience member that had disappeared in his arms.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it has been a pleasure fascinating you all this evening. Feel free to keep the roses and vases for yourselves, and enjoy the rest of this wonderful night!" With that baffling, unorthodox statement, a flash-bomb was dropped and Kaito and Shinichi were no longer on stage. The audience was left to wonder were their performer had gone until slowly, they burst into applause. Loud and excited, they cheered, not knowing if the person who had given them such a show could hear them or not. Ran herself was part of the cheering, holding in her hand a glass vase in the shape of spade from a deck of cards. An ace was carved into the middle there her hand wrapped around it, but still she didn't stop cheering, only sparing a thought to where her friend was.

"Okay, I have to admit, that was cool, but how did you do that! Did the snow flakes from the beginning of the show really turn into individual vases? And what was with that wolf? There was nothing inside it, it was clear and see-through, yet it was moving and growling and it looked so goddamn real! How did you do it?" Shinichi ranted and ranted, pacing back and forth in the magician's dressing room. Said magician was currently in the bathroom changing out of the white tux.

A chuckle was muffled due to the bathroom door, but Kaito's amusement was clear.

"Tantei-kun, if I told you how, the magic would be ruined, and isn't magic the reason people go to magic shows?" As undeniable the logic was, Shinichi's mind was still filled with images of the show he'd watched.

"It was amazing how you made things just come off the stage, nearly every trick throw something at the audience as if you wanted to prove that there was no trick behind it! Or as if you wanted to get them involved. But that still doesn't answer the question of 'how' you did all you did." Seems like he's ranting to himself now. Kaito thought with mild amusement as he walked out of the bathroom.

Shinichi's eyes turned to the door when he heard it open and he felt his eyes go wide as what he saw. The cool, mysterious performer he'd seen on stage now looked so...normal. Dark blue jeans with black, long sleeved turtleneck and a dark gray, sleeveless hooded jacket. Messy hair and flawless face, there was no denying the beauty of the teen who had a passion for magic.

"You're drooling Shin-chan." Kaito laughed. Shinichi shook himself out of staring and glared at the teen.

"How can you look so normal after all you did out there?" Shinichi asked, though mostly to himself.

"How do you look so calm after solving murder scenes." Kaito shot back, though he was smiling so no real bite fell into the slightly harsh words.

"Touche." Shinichi chuckled himself.

"Still, the show was exhilarating! I feel as though I could do anything right about now!" Kaito shook his head and laughed, smiling at Shinichi when the detective joined in.

"Didn't you come to the show with a friend?" Kaito asked after a few moments of comfortable, slightly restless silence. They both still had quite a bit of energy left after he performance.

Shinichi's blue eyes flew wide open and he cursed fluently, suddenly throwing his head in his hands and looking all the while like a kid who knew they did something wrong. Kaito looked at the image fondly before asking what was wrong.

"I did come in with someone, my best friend! Crap, she's going to have my head for leaving her by herself!" Shinichi cursed before calming himself and turning to face Kaito with a stoic look. Kaito was left wondering what just happened with the detective bowed low, thanked him for the show, and rushed out of the dressing room.

I didn't know that at the time, I would come to see him at nearly every show after that. I didn't know we'd become close friends, and I didn't know he'd come to be so much more. But hey. That first moment when you meet the person you will share your future with and not even knowing it. That's where the magic is. Because if it wasn't for that moment, I never would have had Kaito in my life, and now, I don't think I can have my life without Kaito.

So yeah. The magic is the reason why people come to magic shows. But my reason, was only you.

A/N: oh I can hear them now "What kind of ending was that?" well it wasn't. I'm planning on making a chapter two. but that is only if I get 10 reviews. So review if you want to read more. I'm serious, only after 10 reviews will I update!