"Not so," Kaito said, sucking his lips in with a sigh and shaking his head. "All the other employees got trampled over once or twice in a KID heist; most of the jewel owners like getting their lights and power checked before everything."
Kaito snorted, barely holding in a disgusted expression.
"It's like a 'badge of honor' or something." Kaito said, putting air quotes around the statement. "We're the ones who get yelled at after the police don't do their jobs right. Wealth before lives, I suppose. But KID still puts on a good show and I haven't been trampled over yet nor have I been yelled at, so I still consider myself a fan."
"That might change after this one."
He nodded at the mention of Kudo Yuusaku- he had seen his father's files and honestly, he was half eager and half afraid to go up against him; He hoped that when he did, it was on a heist where he didn't have his life on the line.
"Children? I'm supposing you're talking about Edogawa Conan?"
Kaito asked, faux surprised; trying to recall if his mother had mentioned children other than Tantei-kun on the news- even if the kid liked to stay under the radar and never really showed up on the TV to take credit for his near-catches, even if he popped up in newspapers quite a bit. He wondered why, he seemed like the type to like the spotlight, if his deductions at the mansion that day were anything to go by. Red Herring. He had enjoyed it there, even if he had been frustrated with himself for not being able to stop the murders.
Anyhow, he couldn't catch his heists live on TV, so he watched recordings of it online when he could, but 'when he could' was now quickly becoming a synonym for "almost never" compared to the past's "every other second".
And no, he did not preen when he did watch one.
He did not.
And really, he had to stop masquerading as a fan, it was so much easier to disguise as a hater, since he didn't have to know what a normal fan knew and what they didn't.
He nodded and smiled in thanks as the woman moved away, watching her pull out her phone and tap away. He frowned before he licked his lips and looked up at the ceiling- mechanics done, 30 seconds before heist time- Time to get this show on the road.
He picked up his ladder with faked weariness and strode to the general direction to where he knew a "Staff only" door was, fingering a button in his pocket and the digital watch he had on his wrist that was counting down. The faked heist note had been exact to the second and he intended to keep to it; Phantom thieves were never, ever fashionably late, it was a crime.
He paced his steps.
Kaito reached the the door.
He leaned the ladder against the wall next to it and slipped in the door. Empty. Probably for the simple reason because he had locked the door earlier, and it had an " Out of Order" sign he put there. Also, he had been sure to lead actual employees away from the door.
He took off his jacket to reverse it into the white suit everyone knew so well, the blue shirt and tie already underneath, just hidden by the collar of the suit.
His cape, monocle and top hat was stuffed in the technician's bag, he put them on now.
He stuffed the screwdriver and the tools he had used into his inner pockets.
Shoes in the bag also- the pair he was wearing had been borrowed from a employee's locker, poor soul went home in uncomfortable shoes.
He folded the now empty bag up into a compact square...
...and put it in another one of his absurdly spacious pockets- no evidence left.
Recheck, scan the room. Oh right, gloves.
Kaito grinned. Put on sunglasses.
Press of a button- the place was plunged into darkness.
12:43:12 AM, February 12th.
He waited a bit, listening to the shouts of the police, listening to everybody stumbling around, some heading towards thumps on the windows and the faux Kaito Kid dummy he had deployed. God, would they stop falling for that trick? Jii had the fireworks covered and the spectacle that would be going on outside.
The orders became less frantic as people got used to the darkness- some had deployed night vision- and that's when Kaito made his move-
He opened the door and the place was flooded with blindingly bright lights. God, he loved those lightbulbs.
He blended in well with the almost-white space the lights threw the area in, and flounced to Jewel and just plucked it out of the glass case. Alarms offline- he had made sure of that as the technician. He was at the door way in a matter of seconds and past it running down the hallway with a wicked grin, knowing he had that few seconds for the lights to dim and for everybody to get the spots out of their eyes.
The note he had left behind: "Such a blindingly beautiful gem must only be treated in the same respect, don't you agree?"
With his signature caricature- He bounded in glee thinking about the frustration it would cause, then he saw something black fall- What? His momentum carried him, on however, and he tripped- shit, he didn't know what it was, he hoped it didn't trigger anything- but he caught himself just in time to keep the mirage of disappearing and ran out of the room.
Nothing had happened, so he assumed he was okay. He couldn't see anything even if he looked back- the light was still too bright even with his sunglasses on.
It was nothing, he supposed.
And let the chase begin.
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