This is a little different for me as far as writing goes, but honestly I'm surprised that no one else thought of this first. It just fits in too well! This'll probably be a two shot, simply because the idea of Kid and Jack working together on a heist is too good to pass up.

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285 years is a long time to be alone, Jack Frost knew that better than anybody. It hurt, the loneliness, and often times he was yelling at the moon with a heart as bitter as his winter winds. But letting bitterness control your life is boring and just makes you more upset and unlikable, so he tried to make the best of things. He played with kids, he had fun, wandering the streets of the world and spreading his amazing frost and snow. He did whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted and had a life pretty much devoted to enjoying himself and having the most fun he could have. It would have been perfect if it wasn't so crippling lonely.

However, when those kinds of thoughts arose he tried to push them to the back of his mind and have fun. Sometimes he was more successful than others. Nigt was the worst though. At night there were no snowball fight to distract him, he couldn't make a kid's sled go flying 120 miles an hour. He was more alone then than he ever was during the day, alone with the moon who hadn't spoken with him since the day he was created, no matter how much he yelled and pleaded. What's worse there was nothing fun to do once Sandy's sand had faded into the dreams of children. He didn't have to sleep too much, so he was always looking in vain for something to do once the golden sand faded away.

Which was why that commotion in Japan caught his interest so much. At first he wasn't sure what was going on. There were lights and yelling and strange puffs of smoke. When he got closer, he still had no clue what was going on, except it seemed the police were trying to catch a man in a pure white suit. Jack paused, floating on the wind with his staff laying across his shoulders, watching the strange scene with interest. The policemen didn't have a chance. Every time they got close there would be another puff of smoke and the guy would disappear, only to reveal himself on the other side of the room.

It was almost like the police were serious and wanted to catch the guy while all he was interested in was a game of tag, not really concerned with escaping. It made the cop's frantic and frenzied attempts even funnier. It reminded Jack of when the Easter Bunny chased him around for some spring snowfall. The kangaroo was pretty much trying to kill him, but to Jack it was just a game.

With a grin the winter spirit relaxed to watch the chase, it looked like fun. After a while the man in white either got tired of the game or succeeded with what he was trying to do, for he stood upon a banister high in the air, (now how had he gotten there) and held up a large jewel. "Thank you my dear officers for the fun, but I must be going." And with a flash of light he disappeared. Jack jumped back as the window blew open, getting out of the way just in time to avoid being walked through. Er, make that flown through.

The man in white burst through the open window, his flowing cape became a glider as he floated upon the wind, laughing joyously as he flew. Jack watched, shocked for a moment before joining in and flying beside the caped thief. The man was middle aged though spry and energetic. With his hang glider he flew through the air nearly as effortlessly as Jack, ad the winter spirit floated behind him, raving about how cool that had been. It didn't really matter that the man couldn't hear, not really. Jack stayed with the man until he landed, flying off into the night and promising that next time he would get there at the beginning and see everything through.

By sticking around the town the next morning he heard that the man was a famous thief called Kaitou Kid, famous for his grandiose heists, informing the police when he planned to steal, a spotless track record, and returning the gems the next day. No one knew who he was or why he stole. He was a thief in the night and in the morning he was gone.

It perked Jack's interest and he made sure to spend some time in that town every winter, watching the heists that he could and always cheering for Kid, for the "bad guy" who really just looked like someone who wanted to have fun. Every time he went he was tempted to join in the fun, just a little. On Kid's side of course.

It would be so much fun! A piece of ice under the inspectors feet here, frost keeping them from watching out the windows, a slight gust of wind to speed the thief along in his glider. However he never pulled through, always hesitating at the last minute. So when the winter came that he had finally, finally, convinced himself to join in no matter what, he was ecstatic. There was only one problem: He didn't pull a heist that year.

Jack waited, riding the wind to Japan nearly every night for the whole season and the next. It wasn't until the third that he decided to start hanging around the police station and he finally heard the news: Kid was gone. Dead or retired, no one knew, but he wasn't coming back. Jack had crumbled then, simply falling to the ground with his head leaned against the wall. Even if the man couldn't see him, Kid was the closest thing Jack had had for a friend. But, after creating a fairly large blizzard, the boy left and moved on. Human died, he'd almost forgotten that because he knew he never would. He didn't want to dwell on it though, he wanted to have some fun.

297 years is a long time to be alone. Jack Frost knew that better than anybody. He was in Japan again, reminiscing. It had been 12 years since he first saw Kaitou Kid that winters night, and 8 since the man had disappeared. Jack had given up hope of ever seeing him again. So when he heard a fairly familiar commotion he froze in his tracks for a moment, shocked, before pelting towards the noise full force.

He came upon a scene much like the one he had seen 12 years prior, police running around like chickens while chasing a figure in white. Jack laughed joyously as he watched the scene, though it was also tinged with regret. This wasn't his Kid. It wasn't the one from years ago, and if the original had passed down the mantle at the top of his game, it could only mean that he was no longer on the pane of the living.

His successor was just as good as the original, almost exactly the same, but his methods were different. If anything, this new guy was even more fun! Throwing confetti when the other one would have just used smoke, spontaneously dying the hair of his pursuers or changing their clothes. When it was finally time for this new Kid to leave, flying out on the wind just as his mentor had done, Jack wasted no time in urging the wind to help the boy, no older than Jack's physical age, to escape. After all, just as the original Kid had taught him, humans died, Jack had to have fun with them while he could.

Jack played with Kid whenever he could, both in uniform and without. He tripped officers and froze their equipment during heists, he and the wind flew with the boy, laughing together though Kaito thought he was laughing alone. Frost laughed as the boy flailed his arms and legs attempting to skate, sliding barefooted across the ice around him. He cheered as the boy skied, tumbling through the snow beside him and his friends, attempting to help the less-skilled girl any way he could. He laughed outright at Kaito's daring as he dressed in a Kid outfit to ski with Aoko in the small competition.

He made sure that the boy and his friends had fun in the snow. He even tried to hit that stick-in-the-mud Hakuba with some of his special snow, but it backfired. Turns out the teen genuinely found attempting to catch Kid fun and the snow gave him even more gusto.

Midwinter, 300 years after his birth as Jack Frost, the boy was once again flying through the land of the Rising Sun. Jack let out a loud whoop when he saw a familiar white figure streaking towards a museum. He flew up to ride the wind beside the boy, animatedly raving about how excited he was about the heist, not caring that the Japanese boy was deaf to his words. True to tradition, kid said nothing in reply to the winter spirit, gliding silently through the night to the museum.

As soon as the snow spirit saw the familiar building he frowned, the expression mirrored by Kid. The place was completely empty, its halls and columns hidden in shadow and not a hint of light shown from its depths. In short it looked exactly as a museum should in the middle of the night; which was exactly why the scene was so wrong.

Where were the floodlights? The cop cars? The screaming inspectors, paranoid officers, and cursing detectives? This wasn't what a Kid heist was supposed to look like. Jack began to wonder if Kid had decided to switch to more a more traditional method of thieving, but that suspicion crumbled when he saw that the boy was just as confused as he was. Still, Kid said nothing as he made his way into the museum, saying nothing of his misgivings until he was close enough to the gem to touch it and had yet to meet any resistance.

Jack watched the scene from on of the room's windows, gazing curiously. Because of his position he was able to see things that Kid could not, including the officers crouched hiding behind the displays, each one adorned with a gas mask. Jack cried out a warning, but of course Kid didn't hear it and only walked forward until his fingers were inches from the glass. His gaze encompassed the room.

"Huh? This is so weird…" He mumbled to himself. "I know I tipped them off about today." With a shrug he lifted the glass lid surrounding his prize, only to fall back and grunt in shock as gas squirted into his face. Suddenly the hidden cops jumped up from their hiding places, Nakamori laughing as he jumped up.

"Ha! You fell for such an obvious trick."

Kid coughed, but with a poof of smoke disappeared. Jack cast his eyes around the room, starting in panic when he saw the boy hanging on the ceiling. He didn't look good. True to Jack's fears Kid fell with a yawn, collapsing to the ground with a yawn as he began to succumb to the sleeping gas. The inspector whirled on the thief, laughing. "Fool! Did you think you could get away?"

"Come on Kid! Get up! Get up!" Jack yelled, and wind battered at the windows, but Kid was exhausted, he didn't move. Couldn't move. Suddenly the boy's eyes widened. His back arched as though pained and Jack could see a small dribble of blood dripping through his lips. "KID!" Jack yelled, and the wind battered even more fiercely again the window as Jack pounded on it with his bare fists.

The police didn't seem to notice, didn't cease their attack. Within seconds the officers were upon him, holding his down while the inspector crowned in his victory. Then Kid screamed. Jack's heart turned to ice and fell like lead in his chest as he heard the closest thing he had to a friend cry out. The scream was that of tortures soul in pain and kid curled upon himself, pulling his hat down over his eyes. The officers pulled back at the scream, startled, and let out yells of their own when Kid put down his hands and revealed the blood now cascading down his forehead.

With a flick of the hand and a poof of smoke Kid disappeared, leaving behind nothing but concerned and confused officers and a slight trail of blood.

Jack followed Kid as the Japanese boy made a trek through the forest, worried for his sort-of-friend though he could do nothing to help him. Kid strode through the woods like a man with a purpose, as though he knew where he was going and what he was supposed to do. It freaked Jack out. He knew magic- true magic, not Kid's tricks- when he saw it, he just didn't know whose magic it was. So he hung back slightly as Kid made his way through the forest, more wary and watchful than the Asian boy.

Finally Kid stopped, standing at the edge of the forest where the trees met with a large and ornate manor, and in front of it sat a large thrown with a beautiful teenage girl seated upon it. "Oh ho ho!" She laughed pompously. "I've been waiting for you, you arrogant thief! Tonight, it's your turn to have something stolen. I will be the one to steal your heart!"

Kid simply stared. "You'll catch a cold in that outfit, your highness." He finally said, and Jack, still hidden in the trees and gaping, nodded silently and emphatically. The girl was dressed like an Egyptian princess, a golden cobra adorning her head and numerous necklaces cascaded down her neck. Her torso was cloaked in what was little more than a bra. An expanse of skin separated the scant top from her skirt, draped around her bottom like a piece of simple cloth, under it was a pair of midnight-black , who brought the cold wherever he went, had never seen a woman dressed as her, and he could only gape, shocked at the display.

The girl however, laughed uproariously at Kid's words. "So now you're trying to play the gentleman?" She asked with a cackle. "I already know your true identity!"

"You shouldn't tease your elders," Kid replied, confusing Jack. Elder? They were almost the same exact age. Unless he was claiming to be the first Kid, who Jack flew with so many years ago. Even so, if this girl was a spirit then she would be much older than either Kid. Though Jack considered that doubtful. He watched as Kid stepped closer, claiming to want the voodoo doll in the girl's grip. Jack thought it was more likely that the girl was a which, a mortal and human who borrowed the magic of a spirit. The suspicion was confirmed when Kid suddenly paused, frozen in a magic circle. That solves it, a true spirit had no such need for magic circles.

"You body is now mine! You are now my slave!" The witch yelled triumphantly.

Kid remained calm and cool, as he always did with an audience. "My my, what a spoiled princess."

The girl snarled at his response, and Jack began to move to help his friend. "I'll show you whose in charge." She hissed, and a bolt of power hissed through the air, making the magic cirle erupt in flames. Jack dived back into the forest of trees before he could be noticed. Okay, so the direct approach wouldn't work. Winter sprite and fire, especially magic fire, weren't a good mix.

Kid made a move as though crying out in pain, sweat pouring down his faze as the heat surrounded him. The witch approached him, holding up a piece of chocolate to his pain-filled face. "Do you want to escape the pain? If so then eat this chocolate and I promise to spare you. But in exchange your heart will be mine forever!"

Jack took a deep breath at the witch's words, floating up into the sky to begin his magic and thick flakes of snow began to slowly fall. This was just a witch after all, a mortal using debts and borrowed magic. Even the most powerful witch couldn't stand up to a spirit, and certainly not an elemental such as Jack.

Kid reached for the chocolate as the first few flakes hit the ground, The girl began to laugh in victory as the snow kicked up in power. Suddenly, to Jack's relief and the witch's horror, Kid paused, stopped eating.

"What's wrong Kid?" The girl screamed. "Hurry up and eat it! KID?!"

"Sorry princess," The thief in white said softly. "Your magic no longer works." And he crushed the chocolate in his hand. Jack did a silent fist pump of victory, still unseen by the pair below.

The witch whirled, looking at the cystalized water in shock and horror. "Snow? She screeched. "Snow covered my magic circle!"

Jack grinned at the girl's outrage, casting the girl a smile and a cheeky wave. However the witch's eyes were trained on the fluffy white that covered the ground and had yet to notice the magical being.

With a flourish gained from years of showmanship Kid cast his cape into a billowing circle as he stood. "It's the magic of mother nature."

Jack didn't bother to hide his grimace at the words. It was no less than he had been expecting after all. It wasn't like Kid was going to say 'the magic of Jack Frost' after all. The thief didn't know that the sprite existed. In fact, Jack though to himself in attempt to dull the lonely ach in his heart, the Japanese teen had probably barely heard of the legend of Jack Frost, if at all.

Here the snow spirits were the Yokai. They were possessive jerks too, they hated when he came to their territory. Luckily the Japanese winter sprites could do little to the full blown Spirit of Winter and they preferred the mountain woods to Kid's sprawling cities so Jack didn't bump into them the boy that

No, Jack had known when he had first started laying the snow that Kid would never see him, never recognize the spirit as his savior. It still hurt. The boy shook himself lightly, paying attention just as the girl began screaming.

"Your magic is a lie!" She yelled at the Kaitou and Jack wondered what he had missed. "You're just fooling people! My magic is real! Real magic can do the same things!"

"That's right." Kid said, shocking the witch. "I couldn't agree more." And with a loud bang and a flash of light, Kid disappeared.

"Ah! Trying to run?" She yelled to the empty space only for the thief's voice to sound from a hat behind her.

"While it may be that my magic deceives people those who watch it-"

"SILENCE!" The girl yelled, yanking the hat off the ground only to fall back with a scream as she was bombarded with lights and smoke, confetti and doves.

"-enjoy being deceived."

"Woah," breathed Jack as he floated a little lower in order to see the birds, seeing Kid's "magic" up close for the first time. Knowing that it was all fake somehow made it more impressive.

Unfortunately the noise caught the witch's attention, the magic in her blood allowing her to see and hear the winter spirit. She whirled to the noise, immediate deaf to what Kid was saying behind her. "YOU!" She seethed, making Kid stop with a pout.

He had prepared the speech earlier when Akako started acting freaky. It was going to be amazing moving and amazing! He turned to the girl to see why she interrupted him, only to pause in confusion to see that she was snarling at seemingly empty air.

Jack gulped. Oops, that probably wasn't such a good idea. The girl stalked towards him, and though the boy knew he had far more power than her, he floated a few wary feet back. The girl growled at him.

"This wasn't nature's magic at all! It was all you! I should have known, the pesky winter spirit that I hear manages to mess everything up."

"That's me! Who have you been talking too, the kangaroo?"

"What are you doing here? Spirits don't meddle in the lives of mortals."

Jack scoffed, liking the girl less and less. "That's not a rule. Most spirits just honestly don't care what you guys are up to. I'd like you to corner North next Christmas and try and tell him he isn't supposed to "meddle" in the lives of children."

The girl was practically boiling with anger, but before she could reply a polite and concerned voice interrupted her. "Uh.. princess? Who are you talking to?"

The girl turned to Kid in shock for a moment before turning back to Jack, a gleeful and spiteful smile adorning her face. "Ho ho ho! He can't even see you can he? Why waste your time helping someone who doesn't even believe in you."

Jack flinched back at the words, the wind picking up for a moment and becoming bitter and harsh, the ice stinging like pellets. Then it slowed again as Jack put up a smirk to hide the hurt. The boy shrugged, vainly trying to pretend that the girl's words hadn't struck a blow. "Well, if I only spent my time helping those who could see me, I'd have a lot of free time. Even more than I already have. Besides," He grinned mischievously. "I'd always be willing to help a guy escape from girl so crazy this is the only way she could get a date."

"How dare you!" Akako screeched, paying no mind to the utterly befuddled Kid. "I have dozens of boys on their knees begging me just to look at them!"

"Uh huh, suuure." Jack replied, unconvinced. He shot a small bolt of frost at the girl's bare midriff and she shivered as ice met skin. Immediately her eyes seemed to blaze, and she began to start an incantation, only for Frost to rudely interrupt her.

"Oh come on, think this through, witch. Do you really want to find a spirit in it's own domain?" The wind picked up again, causing flurries of snow to rise up in the air and the girl screeched in anger. "I think you're done here."

With one last angry scowl the girl began to make her way to the mansion past the woods, casting a glance at Kid as she left. "Looks like you have interesting friends, my little thief, weather you know it or not."

Kid was completely dumbfounded by the events, but his poker face- always the poker face- showed nothing but a calm exterior as the magician bowed slightly to the witch. "It's always good to know that you have friends in high places, especially for a thief such as I. However, princess, being a thief I wish to warn you not to make light of me. For in that frozen heart of yours I can see that hidden deep inside, there's a beautiful jewel waiting to be found." Well, he got to use the end of the speech, so what if it hadn't been as in-context as he would have liked. It seemed to do the effect anyways as the girl looked back to him with large, shocked eyes and breathed out a whisper of his name.

"Wow! This guy sure knows how to sweet talk a girl. Think he'd give me lessons?"

Akako snapped out of her thoughts long enough to send Jack a glare before she made her way back to her home, collapsing once she reached the steps and fingering a rose Kid had given her during his tricks. She felt water begin to pool in her eyes. A jewell, in her heart? Her grotesque servant slowly tottered up to her. "Master?" He (it) asked worriedly.

"I know," The sorceress replied as she staunched the water threatening her eyes. She held the flower out in front of her. "If a witch cries, she'll lose her magic." And with a burst of power the rose was no more.

Kid watched as Akako glared at empty space once more before the girl walked away. He however, remained where he stood, looking into the empty space as though he could see the same figure as the witch had. Unfortunately the illusion was ruined by the fact that Jack was no longer there but standing next to Kid, only a foot or so away. The thief took off his hat and bowed deeply to the empty air, his hand going through Jack as he flourished.

"I don't know who you are or how you seemingly created the snow but you have my gratitude." A cool wind blew his cape, as though winter itself was saying 'you're welcome' and Kid grinned, no longer looking to the empty spot but to the night sky. "And I promise I will find out who you are so that I can thank you properly next time you come to visit."

Jack froze, wondering at the promise before kicking up the snow playfully as if to say, you're on. He couldn't believe it. So Kid didn't know who he was, so Jack still didn't technically have a believer. For the first time he could remember, someone wanted to see him, wanted to believe. And that was good enough.

As Kid made his way home Jack left Japan and strangely enough he didn't visit it for the rest of that winter. He was scared. Afraid that Kaito was making an empty promise to an empty sky, terrified that he would return to find that the thief not only couldn't see him, but no longer cared to, petrified that the teen had given up. So he left Japan that night riding on his ever faithful mount.

"So wind, whattaya say we go around spreading winter 'round the globe one more time an' stop in Burgess just in time for Easter?"

As I'm sure many of you know, that Easter proved to be an extremely exciting one for Jack and the next year when he was completing his rounds he flew over Japan as a full-fledge guardian with eight, count 'em eight, believers and Jaimie was working on convincing more kids that he was real.

So, in all of the hustle and bustle and getting used to being a Guardian, the winter spirit had completely forgotten about the promise of a certain Kaitou. In fact, it wasn't until he saw a flash of white below – white that shouldn't be there because he hadn't started the snow yet- that he remembered the thief at all. When he did he grinned, landing on a building roof behind Kid as the thief perched on the edge. He had the wind buffer the teen slightly, in a friendly way as his first flakes began to fall.

Kid's eyes widened as he felt the wind move as though a living creature, gasping completely as snow began to fall. "Jack Frost!" He yelled as though calling out for a friend. Behind him Jack caught his breath, hardly daring to believe, to remember the promise of a year ago.

"Y-you said my name." And Kid turned at the voice. "You can hear me." The Kaitou looked just as utterly shocked as Jack felt and the ice boy flew closer until he nearly touched the thief, making him stumble back. "You can see me!"

300 years was a long time to be alone, Jack Frost knew that better than anybody. However, now he has nine, count 'em nine, believers and thirteen friends. Yes, 300 years is a long time to be alone, but as Jack flies beside Kid, the two talking animatedly as they flew to the heist, each riding the wind in their own way, he knows that he isn't alone anymore. Sometimes, he almost wants to thank Pitch, thank the witch, because without them he would be discovering how long a time it would be to spend 301 years alone.