I HAVE NO EXCUSES.
Seriously.
I mean you've all seen me updating my other fics insanely, so I have no reason to not have updated this in so long.
I also have no excuse as to why this is so bad.
I am so, so sorry.
And I know you want to read first before reading my attempts at excuses, so I'll save most of the stuff 'til the end.

"Fancy meeting you here, Nakamori-san?"

Aoko huffed impatiently as she turned away from the man in white. "You seem to forget I'm not one of your swooning fangirls."

"Oh, but you know you love me," he singsonged, winking at her. She rolled her eyes.

"As if."

There was a pause.

Finally, she turned to face him. "Kid, why are you here?"

"Eh?" the thief looked up. "What do you mean?"

"I mean... why do you do this? Is there really a point? I mean—" she glared pointedly at the ruby he clasped in his gloved hand "—you're probably going to give it back anyway."

"That's right. It's not what I'm looking for." This caught her off guard—not just the soft voice that he used, but also the words. For just a moment, his usually smirking face looked sombre.

"What you're looking for?" she echoed. "What are you looking for?"

"Very mysterious," Kid replied, the I'm-Phantom-Thief-1412-and-there's-nothing-you-can-do-about-it grin back in full force. "You'll find out someday."

Aoko didn't want to even be talking to the thief, but curiosity got the better of her. "Why did you bring it up in the first place, then?"

"No reason," he replied airily. "Here, give this to your father. As a special gift from me." He tossed her the jewel.

"You—!" she began, but before she finished her vision was clouded.

"Night-night, Nakamori-san."

"Kid!"

.

"—ko? Aoko? Aoko?"

"Hah...?" slowly, her heavy eyelids lifted. "I..." like a jet of water, all the memories rushed back to her. "Hey!" she yelled, springing up abruptly.

"Calm down, Aoko!" her father placed a hand on her shoulder. His face was a steamy red color. "Damn that thief! How dare he lay a finger on my daughter?"

As her father raged, Aoko looked around and stretched. What's this? she wondered, coming across a piece of paper taped to her back. Oyasumi nasai, Nakamori-chan! Noting the honorific, she glared at the paper. I'm incredibly sorry for using some of my stronger sleeping gases on you. I was low on my other ones. Aoko sighed and rolled her eyes. This was what it was about? Flipping it over, she noticed a P.S. on the other side. You're very pretty.

And then there was a Kid doodle.

She sighed.

What a mysterious guy.

I'm sorry, but all the DCMK plunnies seem to have abandoned me. Kuroba Kaito, Class Clown probably won't be updated for a while, and as for this one... we'll have to see. I hope that some day I'll be able to give this story a proper end at 12-ish chapters, completing my first ongoing chapter story on . (Because KK,CC and Withered Leaves don't count.) As for What If, the ideas are coming in quickly but not being written fast enough. I'm sorry guys.

If you liked it, drop a review, if you didn't, do so anyway, I'm always looking for ways to improve. I know this was probably terrible, so if you can leave me some feedback, I'd be so happy. Thanks! XD

—Mikako-chan