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If I did MK would have more volumes than it does

Chapter One

Kaito stood beneath a streetlight looking up at the large house in front of him. It was the dead of night and the rain flowed down his face in torrents, plastering his usually wild hair to his cheeks.

The magician didn't even feel it. He did however feel a mixture of emotions churning beneath the surface with the chaos that was his nature. Triumph, sadness, grief, anger; he could feel them all. His body burned.

Of course, the phantom thief reflected ruefully to himself, the burn could also be coming from the wounds that were slowly draining his life away. If it not for the fact the magician was shamelessly drawing on his life force, he would already be dead. Magic was such a useful thing.

Kaito, no for this he needed the Kid's strength of will, brought up his poker face and struck the deadly lethargy from his limbs. He couldn't stop, not yet. There was still one last task he needed to complete. With that, the darkly clad 22-year old, who despite what people thought possessed wisdom far beyond his years, disregarded the pain and walked to the door.

Inside the house Saguru Hakuba was still awake. After years of chasing the Kaitou Kid he was no stranger to odd hours. For once though, the young man was enjoying the company of his peers as opposed to working. Heiji Hattori was in town and he had brought Conan Edogawa with him. The three detectives were discussing the latest cases; though none of them were aware of the events the Kid had instigated this night.

Hakuba frowned over the table at Conan. Here, while they were alone the young teen did not seem to hold back the way he often did in public. Inwardly he sighed, the blonde had known the child prodigy for almost five years and was no closer to figuring him out than the day they had first met. There was just something off about Conan, he had tried talking to Hattori about it once but the kendo champion had just brushed him off. Saguru suspected the detective of the west knew more than he was saying.

His train of thought was interrupted by a brisk knock at the door. Surprised the blond-haired young man glanced at the entryway. Who would be calling at this time of night? His two companions looked equally perplexed. Oh well, there was only one way to find out. With a shrug, Hakuba rose from his seat and headed for the door.

The detective opened the door and promptly resisted the urge to shut it in his guest's face. He really should have known. Anyone else would have been inscrolled in their home at this hour.

"Hiya, Hakuba," Kaito greeted. A brilliant smile was spread across his face. He looked like the cat that swallowed the canary.

Hakuba just stared. "What are you doing here Kuroba?" he asked. Inside his two guests exchanged looks. Who was Kuroba?

The blue-eyed boy didn't seem at all put off by the half-British detective's greeting. "Oh, I just thought I'd drop by and tell you a story."

A story! Kaito had done some truly irritating things before but this took the cake. Saguru groaned. "Thanks, but no thanks. It's late Kuroba, don't you have better things to do than pester me?" he asked. As Hakuba moved to close the door Kaito's hand shot out with surprising speed, preventing his action.

As Kuroba raised his head meeting his former classmate's eyes, his entire demeanor changed. "But you'll like this story Hakuba," the cool voice stated with an air of unshakable confidence.

The detective stared at his rivals purplish eyes shocked. He knew that voice well. It belonged to the Kaitou Kid, an illustrious phantom thief. Saguru had suspected his classmate was the Kaitou Kid for a long time, but he had never been able to prove it. Yet here, Kuroba was practically surrendering himself to Saguru. What was going on?

Hakuba wasn't the only one to recognize the Kid's voice. Inside the house the detective of the west and the shrunken detective of the east, Shinichi Kudo, stiffened. With a look of perfect accord the two tantei quietly got up and approached the door, out of sight of Saguru's mysterious visitor.

"Ah," the Kid smirked, "I see you're interested in the story now." There was no response from the detective who at the moment resembled a cross between a statue and a fish (shudder). With a slight shrug Kaito continued to speak. His carefully controlled voice carried easily over the rain.

"Once upon a time," Kid started. "A long time before you or I came along there was a magician, but he wasn't just a magician. He was also a thief. Not just any thief either a phantom thief. The Kaitou Kid could disappear into thin air and walk up walls. No item was beyond his reach once he had laid claim to it,"Kaito couldn't prevent a bit a pride from leaking into his tone.

"As time went on his reputation grew, an entire task force was devoted to following his exploits. The magician's life was also going well, he fell in love with a beautiful young woman and they got married." At this point Kaito paused to take a breath; he knew he had to choose his words carefully.

Intrigued, Kudo and Hattori moved even closer to the door. Kid's origin had always been a great mystery. Hakuba was so absorbed in listening to the phantom thief's words he didn't even notice.

"Some years later," Kaito continued, "A group contacted the magician for a job. They were looking for a gemstone. The problem was no one knew where it was; its only distinguishing feature was that it glowed red in moonlight. There were legends about this gem. It was magic, it had healing powers, that the Pandora Gem cried tears of immortality."

"The thief didn't know if the tales were true and frankly he didn't care. He was paid on commission after all, whether or not the jewel was the right one." For a moment Kid's eyes showed pain, but it vanished as quickly as it had come.

"After a while though," Kaito stated. "The thief began to get curious about his employers. So, he did a little detective work of his own. He was not pleased with the results of his investigation. The magician went straight to his contact and told him the deal was off, that his contact, and their organization could take a short walk off a long dock. That he didn't work for murderers. He also decided it would be best if they never got the Pandora, so the thief continued his search."

For the first time a note of sadness entered the Kaitou Kid's voice. "Even if he hadn't it would not have made a difference. As several people of my acquaintance are well aware, the Black Organization doesn't leave loose ends."

At these words the two unseen watchers started violently. They knew all to well what happened to the Black Organization's loose ends. They disappeared.

"And so the thief and the Organization began their game of cat and mouse, each trying to find the Pandora first." Another emotion showed in Kaito's eyes, rage, before it too was hidden."But no one is perfect and just like that the magician was gone, killed in a stage accident. An accident," the young man spat,"as if a Kuroba's magic would simply go astray."

With that a huge piece of the puzzle clicked into place for Hakuba and he could feel a wave of cold moving through his body. It hadn't been an accident. Kuroba's father had been murdered.

Behind the door Kudo and Hattori, having come to the same conclusion winced in sympathy. In their line of work they had seen far to many people torn away from their loved ones due to the choices of another.

"The organization made a mistake though," Kuroba continued matter of factly. "The thief had a son, just a child really. He was only eight years old and knew nothing about his father's night job. Secrets however have a habit of being discovered and the son found out. He found out everything."

"The son made a promise the night he became his father's ghost. He swore he would bring his fathers murderers to justice, that he would destroy the Pandora Gem. Even if it cost him his freedom, even if it cost him his life, it would be worth it." Kaito's eyes burned with an inner fire.

Hakuba broke out of the paralysis that had engulfed him that night as he regarded his opponent with confusion. The slightest hints of foreboding settled in his stomach. "Why are you telling me this?" he asked softly. "I don't understand"

The thief regarded the detective pensively. "I suppose," he began, "it's because despite how I've always acted I have great respect for you and your abilities. I just, I just wanted you to know; because you see, the story is not over."

Kaito's face was losing color as slight tremors rippled through his body. "The son kept his promise. He destroyed the Pandora and set events in motion that will lead to the syndicate's downfall."The magician took a deep breath, "but one day he wasn't quite fast enough or smart enough." By this time the phantom thief's voice was shaking, "and, and so he ended up just like his father."

Then, all at once Hakuba knew and he stared at Kaito in horror.

"Don't look at me like that Saguru," Kaito whispered, because he was Kaito now, not the Kid. "I made my own decisions and have . . . I have very few regrets."

With that the young man's eyes rolled back in his head and his body pitched forward. Hakuba yanked the door all the way open and quickly caught the thief as he fell, looking with fear at the blood that was covering his hands. He didn't even acknowledge Conan and Hattori who were suddenly at his side. All of his attention was focused on the thief in his arms. "Kuroba, Kuroba please answer me," Hakuba begged. "Kaito!"

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This was my first story

I like it, but there were parts that could have been better so I am editing it

It shouldn't take me that long