DISCLAIMER: I am most certainly not creative enough to own something as awesome as Detective Conan/Caseclosed, that's Gosho's job.

AU, Somethings you need to know, Shinichi never shrunk into Conan, Shinichi's parents still live with him and didn't go to America, and the BO is not targeting Kid for reasons that will be explained if I ever get the patience to continue this...some good reviews would definetly help, also any ideas would be welcome.

Anyway...on with the story.

Chapter 1

"Damn it!"

"How'd he get away this time?"

"Oh, don't even get me started on that stupid thief!" Nakamouri growled.

Shinichi sighed. This was going to be another very long night. It was just after 10:00 on June 21st and Kaitou Kid's third heist of the month was underway. Despite his preference for homicides Shinichi had attended every one of Kid's heists since he was fifteen (which had received many raised eyebrows, especially from his parents). When Shinichi had received the new heist note he had felt strangely bothered by it. It was...different from any of the other notes he'd seen, though he couldn't for the life of him understand why that was. Shinichi had spent hours alone in the library simply pondering it even after he'd figured out the riddle with a little help from his father (not that Shinichi would ever admit to needing his help).

"After him men!" Nakamouri-keibu roared and the remaining members of his taskforce (the rest had been lost to Kid's various traps, including one that involved a bunch of mirrors, at least a kilo of bird feathers, and of course some super glue) charged down the stairs to get to their police cars in an attempt to chase the thief.

Honestly, didn't they ever learn?

Shinichi yawned.

"You know, it's quite rude of you to come to my heists and then act bored to death."

Shinichi didn't even bother to turn around. Instead he opted to greet the thief coolly.

"Hello, Kid."

Kid smirked. He'd been hiding behind the statue containing the jewel he'd come to steal after making his traditional fake escape via smoke bomb and dummy piloted hang- glider.

"Sorry Meitantei, but I don't have time to talk with you tonight. I have a date with Destiny."

Shinichi blinked. Well that was new. Usually the thief would ask him how he'd seen though his trick by this point. Shinichi would explain his reasoning and then the two would begin their ritualistic battle which almost always involved deadly weapons...namely soccer balls and a Card gun. Shinichi frowned. Did this sudden deviation have something to do with the strange heist note?

Kid's smirk turned into a full blown grin, as if he could hear exactly what Shinichi was thinking.

"You know Meitantei, since this could very well be the last night we see each other, I have something special planned for you, as a sort of birthday present."

Shinichi stared at the thief as if he were insane...something that had been a topic of debate on many morning talk shows.

"What? It's not my birthday."

The thief snickered. "I never said it was a birthday present for you, Meitantei."

Which, of course, only served to make Shinichi more confused. "Then whose is it?"

Instead of answering, Kid made a break for the stairs leading up to the roof. Caught off guard, Shinichi swore under his breath. The thief had been stalling him! But would the thief really have said all that just to catch him off guard? Surely there were plenty of other ways for him to do that... but if the words weren't just for distraction then just what was the thief trying to convey? Shinichi continued to grumble under his breath as he raced after the thief up to the roof, making no secret of his arrival by mercilessly banging the roof door open.

In contrast to his forceful arrival, the detective proceeded by cautiously stepped out into the cool night air. He absently noted that it was rather windy. Would Kid be able to make his traditional aerial get away? However, the greater part of his attention was captured by the white clad thief, who was currently standing perilously close to the edge of the rooftop. He was holding the sapphire, by the name of Angel's Tear, up to the full moon. A habit of his, though Shinichi still hadn't figured out why he did it.

The one time he'd dared to ask the thief he'd sorely regretted it, considering he'd ended up going home with purple hair and a "Please Knock some sense into me so I don't ask stupid questions to thieves and actually expect answers" sign glued onto the back of his shirt. The purple dye he managed to get out in a month, however, he'd never been able to get the sign off and had ended up burning his shirt in a furnace out of spite (much to the dismay of his mother and Ran).

Pulling himself back into the present and away from thoughts of burnt property, Shinichi noticed that the thief's expression had changed from his usual knowing smirk to an expression of absolute triumph. Shinichi edged his way closer to Kid, trying not to startle the thief who was still too close to the roof's edge for comfort. "Kid?"

The thief had begun shaking despite the greatly triumphant look on his face. Shinichi reached out warily, intending to grab onto the criminal's shoulder when said thief started to laugh. His laughter sounded one part insane and two parts hysterical, and his body shook even harder. Shinichi couldn't help but take a step back. He'd heard this sort of laughter before, mostly from murderers and kidnappers and it wasn't something he had ever associated with the Moonlight Magician in front of him. Just what was going on?

Instead of subsiding, the thief's laughter continued to gain in intensity until the magician was practically keeling over from the strain on his lungs.

"Oi! Kid!"

"This is it, Meitantei!" The thief gasped, his laughter finally subsiding as he recognised the detective's presence.

"The day has finally come! I've finally found it!"

The thief held the jewel up to the moon again, and now that Shinichi was actually paying attention to the sapphire he could see how the middle turned blood red and a soft beam of red light shone down onto the thief's monocle. If Shinichi hadn't already known the true source of the beam he would have thought that the thief's masked eye was projecting it. The uncovered indigo eye was gleaming with- wait was that tears?! Now Shinichi was positive that something was wrong with his rival. Kid never cried. Especially not in front of the Great Detective of the East, the Hesei Holmes, and the person whom the public viewed as Kid's greatest rival.

The first time they had faced off against each other was when Shinichi had been fifteen and had be allowed to go to the heist thanks to Megure keibu's support- much to the ire of one foul mouthed keiji in charge of Kid heists. Shinichi had stunned the entire police force by successfully retrieving the gem before the thief could make off with it and the next morning the newspapers had all been screaming more or less the same head line. "MODERN DAY ARESENE LUPIN FOILED! HAS THE HESEI HOLMES FOUND A RIVAL!?" Shinichi had found it to be absolutely ridiculous and had said as much to anyone within hearing range (which mainly consisted of his parents, Ran, and his next door neighbour Agasa). The resulting clashes that came after, all ended more or less the same but were never any less exciting.

Kid always had new ways of surprising Shinichi no matter what stage they were on, whether it be up in a plane or more generally in a tall building. To Shinichi, Kid's heists had always been a welcome opportunity to test his deductive skills generally without any real consequences (such as the murder of yet another victim) and had soon become an integrated part of his life. It had been three years since the first meeting and Shinichi had just turned eighteen. Shinichi was once again pulled out of his thoughts (he needed to stop doing that!) by the staring of an insane thief.

"W-what?" he stammered. His cheeks heating up in embarrassment. Kid chuckled. He seemed to have regained his composure while Shinichi was lost in thought.

"You haven't made any attempt to handcuff me even though we've been standing here for almost ten minutes already." The magician stated with apparent amusement.

Shinichi huffed. "It's not worth the effort. You'll just laugh in my face and use your hang- glider to get away and then return the jewel in some mocking matter..."

He trailed off at the strange look of apathy on the thief's face. The following silence almost felt...guilty?

"No." Kid murmured, finally breaking the silence.

"No?" Shinichi questioned. What the heck was the kaitou thinking?

"I will not be returning this jewel." Kid enlightened him. Shinichi felt a sudden chill go through him that had nothing to do with the wind still blowing with quiet intensity around them.

"W-what? Why not?"

Kid smiled. A surprisingly soft and somewhat melancholy smile that rooted Shinichi in place.

Instead of answering, Kid slipped the sapphire into oneof the hidden compartments in his suit. He then took a few steps toward Shinichi until he was standing right in front of him. Way too close for personal comfort. Shinichi's legs still refused to obey him as the thief leaned in to whisper into his ear. "That's right, I still haven't gotten that Birthday present yet."

Unable to keep up with the thief's train of thought, Shinichi could only gawk at him as the moonlight magician leaned back from Shinichi's ear only to proceed to press his lips against the detective's forehead...

Eh?

The contact only lasted for about three seconds before the thief pulled away and activated his hang- glider. Shinichi's brain tried to keep up with the flurry of emotions and thoughts that bombarded him after the unexpected contact. Meanwhile the jewel thief waved at him cheerily as he proceeded to jump off the roof with a loud shout. "Goodbye, Meitentai! I had a tremendous amount of fun playing with you...but it ends here." And with that he was gone.

Shinichi stared at the place the thief jumped off in shock. Those last words had been disturbingly ominous. The Detective blinked when his brain caught up enough to point out one very important fact.

The wind.

By this point it was howling. Shinichi's normally well kept hair was being heartlessly messed, as if some unseen wind spirit had taken issue with it. But...Kid had left via hang-glider despite that. What the heck had the thief been thinking?! Shinichi knew he was insane but surely not that insane! Shinichi ran to the stairwell leading down from the roof. Surely the thief wouldn't be able to get very far before he was forced to land...that's if he didn't end up crashing into a building first.

Damn that stupid thief!

The thief had used his glider despite the wind...could it be that he hadn't been planning on going very far in the first place? If that were the case then he probably had a picked out landing spot close by. Perhaps he even had an assistant waiting to help him. But why take the chance even if that were the case? Why stay close to the heist building, with the police still scouring around it in droves? Even up on the roof top he had stayed for an unusually long amount of time before making his escape. Almost as if he was reluctant to go. Like a high school student preparing to leave home knowing he had a big math test at school. Shinichi`s frown turned into a scowl. Enough thinking! As a detective it was his job to find answers, not lollygag!

And that's exactly what I`m going to do! Shinichi thought determinedly.

He'd finally gotten out of the building's entrance and had to flail a bit to keep his balance as the wind knocked into he with a vengeance upon his reappearance in its clutches. The safe haven of the heist building now behind him, Shinichi battled the elements as he tried to figure out where the thief had been carried off to.

The wind is blowing east-ward but Kid had jumped from the North side of the building so he would at least get a few kilometers of distance before things got too chancy, he deduced. Shinichi decided to try anyway even though there was little chance of him actually finding the thief before he either escaped or –heaven forbid- someone called the police to report a corpse in white.

The Hesei Holmes gritted his teeth at the thought, finding himself surprising depressed by it. It wasn`t like he hadn't seen dead bodies before after all. He practically ran into them on a daily basis, causing Division one's officers to affectionately (and with no small amount of exasperation) nickname him Shinigami-kun.

Shinichi started off down an alley that gave him protection from the wind. He continued on for about ten minutes before a loud bang! Was heard from his left and Shinichi cursed. Why now?!

Shinichi knew that he couldn't ignore a potential murder in interest of chasing a relatively harmless thief. So he reluctantly gave up the chase in favour of following the sound of the gun shot. But when he arrived at the scene of the crime, he froze in absolute horror. The reason came in the form of a solitary figure dressed in a now blood stained white suit, laying in a puddle of blood.

No, I didn't kill Kaito! So don't worry, this isn't labeled tragedy after all.