Revelation
Prologue
Part 1 - Revelation
It was a usual summer day at Ekoda High, which meant it was hot out. Really hot. Which didn’t make the PE lessons any easier. Thank god they had showers and that most of the students used them. One of those students happened to be Kuroba Kaito, magician, prankster of the school, popular with the girls, and feared by a certain British detective.
The magician came out of the shower while rubbing his wet hair with a white towel, another towel folded around his hips. A few drops of water were still dripping down from his hair, which was soon dry, while his soft skin still seemed to be a little damp. The magician walked over to his locker and put the towel around his neck while looking for his clothes in his bag.
He looked just like every other student, except for the tattoo-like marks on his shoulders. They looked like a black crescent moon with five stripes spreading from the outside. They were rarely seen since the school uniform always had sleeves, and most of the students didn’t bother to look because it was Kuroba and Kuroba was always... special. But not in a bad way, everyone liked him. Well, almost everyone.
When Kaito collected all of his clothes, he took the towel, which was still hanging around his neck, and ran it through his hair once more. That shower felt better than one after a heist, leaving him feeling rather refreshed. But, there was also some other feeling odd feeling, like he was being watched. He didn’t need to look to see that it was blond detective. Geez, couldn’t the blond stop stalking him at least while he was changing?
Hakuba Saguru, British high school detective and part the minority that thought of the magician as a major pain in the ass, was glancing over the door of his locker at his trickster classmate, pondering over the new discovery he had just made about his adversary. He wouldn’t have thought that Kuroba was into tattoos, but it appeared that way. Getting more and more curious, he walked up to Kuroba and took a good look at his new discovery.
Slowly, the thief started to put on some clothes, starting with boxers, but soon he couldn’t ignore the bothersome detective anymore. Well, at least he left him some space to get at least a little dressed up.
“Well...” Kuroba slowly started, glancing at the detective, “I’m not quite sure why you’re getting closer and closer to me.” Kaito said raising an eyebrow, followed by his usual smirk.
“Sorry to tell you this, but I do still prefer girls. Hey, maybe you could wear a skirt. Then I could think about it.” Of course, Kuroba was joking, but the Brit was always good for a joke, or two... or maybe fifty. But seriously, why was the detective being so noisy again? The magician followed where Hakuba’s eyes were looking and wasn’t all that surprised. He thought Hakuba had seen them already since he was already looking for all information he could get from Kaito. Seems like he still hasn’t seen everything. Poor detective.
By now Hakuba was pretty good at ignoring whatever mischief Kuroba was throwing at him and Hakuba knew he needed it. He sighed and glared at him.
“As you might know, I’m British, not Scottish. And they wear kilts by the way, not skirts.” Hakuba told him with a serious face, while straightening the shirt of his school uniform. How the magician could leave the first few buttons of his shirt opened was beyond him. “I just wondered why you of all people would have gotten yourself such a recognizable tattoo. It’s quite… unique to say the least.” he said and took a closer look again, memorizing it in case he could prove a certain thief to having the exact same tattoo in the same place.
When the blond youth explained the skirt-subject to the other one, Kaito started pouting. So, no skirts for Hakuba, just kilts. He’ll remember that for the next time someone’s talking about Scots. Heh, he was looking forward to that. The magician just grinned when Hakuba started talking about his ‘tattoos’, and in the very same moment he faced the mirror in front of him again and put his white shirt on, which covered those two marks that the blond took so much interest in.
“How nice of you, Hakuba-kun. I take that as a compliment.” Kaito said with a grin. “But now I feel bad for you, I didn’t know you want some for yourself so badly.” It’s not like the Brit said anything quite like that, but he needed some fun after those sport lessons. Soon the thief was all dressed up again so he could give Hakuba all the attention he wanted. “Well, I would make you some tattoos but since I don’t have a license or anything like that, I consider that a bad idea. Which doesn’t mean I don’t know how to make you feel better, just leave it to me.” the messy-haired teen looked at him with this wicked grin of his and only seconds later the whole closet was covered in pink smoke. Irritated, the other students looked around, trying to see something or at least tried to protect themselves from the prankster. Slowly, the smoke disappeared and all the students checked if Kuroba did something to them, but no, he only did Hakuba a favour and stood right behind his artwork, grinning proudly.
“Who would’ve guessed some paint would suit you that well?” Kaito said, still grinning. Why he was saying that? Well, now the blond had some colour on his skin, probably more than he ever wanted. A few Kid-doodles here and there, in all kind of different colours, since he knew how much he loved the thief in white. He also painted some hearts and roses, as well as the flag of Great Britain on his forehead. But still, the Kid-doodles were almost everywhere, and the thief had to admit, he was quite proud of that, since he was a big fan of the white gentleman.
The detective took one look down at his body and made a face.
He couldn’t just give me a straight answer for once, huh? Why am still hoping for miracles...? And why does he always need to....argh! Hakuba thought irritably.
With a vein throbbing on his forehead, Hakuba slowly raised his head and glared at the trickster in front of him.
“Kurobaaa...”, he warned the magician in a low voice, fists shaking, the desire to strangle the thief even more present than normal.
Laughing, the thief took a look at his masterpiece again and started to sigh over-dramatically. “Unfortunately they won’t last forever, since they’re fake. But I bet they’ll last for at least one or two weeks.” Kaito assured the Brit and patted him on the back. Oh, how he loved his job, loved it when stupid Hakuba got all angry. But he literally asked for it, so it’s not completely Kaito’s fault, at least in the magician’s opinion. The detective should loosen up a little anyway. Kaito took the bag with his dirty sport clothes and hung it over his shoulder.
“You better hurry a little, the next lesson is starting soon and I know how you hate being late.” Yup, he really loved teasing the Brit. “See ya later, Hakuba-kun~” the messy-haired teen sing-songed and left the closet.
Hakuba grumbled as he watched Kuroba leaving. Great, now, I have to shower again...stupid thief. I’ll get him on the heist tonight. Hakuba thought, sighing as he undressed himself again and went back to the showers. At least he wouldn’t have to wash his hair again. The prankster could have messed with that as well, he often did.
A quick shower later and he was clean of any Kid signatures, hearts and whatever else he had on his body moments ago. When he was dressed again, Hakuba hurried towards the classroom. He was still on time of course, he would rather not come at all than being too late. Giving Kuroba a death glare when he entered, he walked straight up to his desk and sat down.
But still, I wonder...I’ve never seen those kind of tattoos before and it’s highly unusual for Kuroba to have something that recognizable on his body. Hakuba mused to himself. Is there something else going on? If yes, it looks like getting the truth from Kuroba would impossible this time...again. Who else could know? Probably Nakamori-chan. I’ll have to ask her later, maybe after school. He thought. Just then, their history teacher entered the classroom.
Class was boring and terribly long, as always, and Kaito didn’t spend much time thinking about Hakuba and his curiosity. It’s not like he’ll find out anything just because he saw them. He had other things to worry about, like the upcoming heist tonight or how to make this lesson at least a little entertaining.
Soon, Kaito had enough of Napoleon and his friends and decided to take control of the lesson. The magician was sure that most of the other students wouldn’t mind anyway (at least from those, who were still awake). At the end of the lesson the teacher was gone - nobody wanted to ask, where exactly he had gone - and everyone was packing to finally enjoy the afternoon. Most of them had cram school in the evening but a certain Kuroba Kaito had other plans that which involved the police and a pretty diamond.
Before Kuroba left, he looked around for his childhood-friend Nakamori Aoko, but since she seemed to be busy talking to Keiko and some other friends, he decided to leave.
At home there was still so much to do and the magician wanted everything to be perfect, like always. So, when the inspector’s daughter was finally about to leave and say goodbye to her friends, she noticed that her best friend had already left.
That Baka, leaving without a word! She thought angrily and plotted the next mob-chase.
Just when she was about to leave the classroom, Aoko saw somebody else waiting at front of the door. The blond detective usually went home alone, so she was more than a little curious as to why he waiting there.
“I’m sorry to bother you, Nakamori-chan, but I need to talk to you.”, he started and moved to walk alongside the other through the hallways towards the exit. “It’s actually a question about Kuroba-kun. Today, after PE, I noticed these two tattoos on both of his shoulders, but he wouldn’t tell me why he got them. Since I’m sure that not a lot of people in our class know about them, I hoped that at least you would know. You are his childhood-friend after all.”
Aoko listened to the other and was happy that she didn’t need to walk alone this time. Hakuba was a nice guy, always polite so mature, completely different from her best friend. When he started asking about Kaito, however, she first thought it was about him being Kaitou Kid, which would’ve ruined her mood. Luckily - or not - it was about something else. The brown-haired girl couldn’t tell him the whole truth but it seemed like the blond was very interested in the tattoos.
“I didn’t know you would be interested in those. Well...” she said, thinking about how to word what she wanted to say. “You could say it’s a kind of memento from his father. It’s not like Kaito likes tattoos or piercings, so it has nothing to do with fashion or anything. So don’t get the wrong idea.”
It really was a memento from his father and he had them for as long as she could remember. Aoko was able to remember the day she saw them for the first time very well and she was quickly able to get used to them. To the secret behind them.
He considered her words carefully. The way she answered gave him the impression that she knew exactly what they were and wasn’t willing to tell him the truth about them.
At least they don’t seem to have anything to do with his illegal night activities. Hakuba thought. But at least I know that there is more about them than some kind of fashion statement. Though there’s still the question as to what they are.
After he gave her his sincere thanks, he walked her towards her house, seeing as how he was a gentleman and all. When they parted, Hakuba wished her father good luck at tonight’s heist, despite wanting to capture the moonlit thief himself.
As he walked down the street to his own house, the blond pondered about what the inspector’s daughter just told him.
A memento from his father? Isn’t it a little odd to give something like a tattoo as a memento to a child? Kuroba must have been what...? Nine years old? That’s way too early for a tattoo, especially since it’s illegal to have a tattoo at this age. So there has to be something else about it...I’ll have to look into that more. But not today, I have to prepare for tonight’s heist as well. So I guess I’ll take a look into the matter at the library tomorrow.
With that thought in mind, Hakuba went into his house, changed from his school uniform to more regular, but still formal looking, clothes and took the next bus to the museum, where the heist would occur hours later.
While Hakuba and the police prepared for the phantom’s heist, the thief himself also got prepared. The inspector spent most of the time with pulling at his comrades’ faces and pinching them, not knowing that the said thief was listening and watching the whole time.
About midnight, the usual show began. It was really entertaining, at least for Kid, who tricked the whole police force, including Hakuba, and also got the big jewel of tonight's heist. This night, it seemed like Hakuba was his main target, since the other members of the police only got to wear a pink uniform, but Hakuba also received nice pink hair, reminding one of cotton candy.
Hmm~ The thief was getting hungry. So with no further delays, Kaito vanished in front of the police force, escaping through a nearby window while leaving a dummy for his beloved police. A loud “See ya!” sounded throughout the area, even though the thief wasn’t visible anymore.
Kid flew through the night on his glider while feeling the night air brush against his face. The joy filled grin that was on his face didn’t leave for a few minutes, and he was still chuckling about the annoyed look on Hakuba’s face. A few houses away, he landed in a dark alley and in less than three seconds the white phantom thief turned into the high school student Kuroba Kaito. Of course he wore a cap since there wasn’t any need to show his face so freely when Kids heist happened just minutes ago. When Kaito checked the gem (unfortunately not Pandora) and was about to leave, he suddenly heard a noise... coming from above. Slowly he raised his head, widening his eyes in shock.
Please tell me that this man up there just wants to enjoy the view. He thought hopefully.
Unfortunately for the magician, he was wrong.
