🐺PLEASE NOTE THAT UPDATES WILL BE ROUGHLY ONCE A FORTNIGHT. I usually write 1000 words a day, but as these chapters are fairly (short for me) long, it takes time to write, re-read and edit each chapter so please be patient. ~MoonclawTatts.🐺

     It was dark, and a fat full moon hung in the night sky amidst thousands of glittering stars. The little boy shoved his glasses up his nose firmly as he shivered, despite not being cold in the slightest. No, he was shivering for an entirely different reason. Fear.

     Okay, so facing off against creepy, crazy-eyed homicidal women wasn't all that unusual for this particular little boy, in fact he could almost say it was at least a weekly, if not daily, occurrence. And yet it wasn't everyday said crazy woman turned out to be a witch. An actual magic-is-real curse-you-for-eternity kind of witch who could actually back up her claims.

     It didn't help that said boy was on an isolated rooftop, far from anyone else, alone in the hopes of meeting with his friend-slash-rival who just so happened to be the international criminal Kaitou Kid. It was just his luck to stumble across a witch laying in wait for said thief, and typical for the young trouble magnet to fall —quite literally— into aforementioned witch's trap, magic circle or whatever it was that had the boy immobilised from the neck down and in a fair amount of pain.

(Though it was probably far worse that just a fair amount of pain, the boy's concept of pain was rather skewed due to suffering from a certain poison two years prior that still lingered in his system, on top of already having a high pain tolerance to begin with.)

The young boy wondered briefly where Kid had gotten to before he blacked out, feeling slightly miffed at being proven wrong. Damnit! Magic... real magic that is... existed. He couldn't quite believe it. Curse his stupid luck! Now he owed his friend the latest Kamen Yaiba Manga.

...the next thing he knew, a gentle hand was shaking him in an attempt to rouse him. The voice that accompanied the hand was wonderfully familiar, but the little boy was now too tired to focus properly and merely muttered for 'Ran-neechan' to give him 'five more minutes'.

The hand receded, and the owner huffed in soft, motherly amusement, glancing round the barren rooftop with a gentle smile.the young lady gazed fondly at her young charge for a moment before scooping him up into her arms, fully prepared to tease him in the morning about bedtimes and his apparent age.

Not a single police officer gave the young lady a second glance as she carried her 'little brother' out of the building and headed home. The little Kid Killer had fallen asleep on the job. So what! So had half the task force, though that had been pink smoke induced by that damned thief. The poor child was probably exhausted after such a heist — heck some of the officer's were tired, and they all had at least twenty years on the seven year old. (And more than likely several more hours of sleep than him. Precinct rumours said the kid was stalked by a shinigami -nobody stumbled across that many incidental murders. Nobody.)

(It was kind of sad how such a young boy could run rings around both the police and international criminals though. Downright embarrassing really. A seven year old outsmarting an (grudgingly) admittedly genius criminal where the police could not. Either he was that good, or the task force that bad.)

Meanwhile, a certain international criminal clad head to toe in white was racing as fast as he could across the Tokyo skyline, away from the fiasco he'd created, unseen and unheard despite the glaringly noticeable colour of his suit, cape and hat. Tonight's heist had been necessary, but for once, the thief had been reluctant to go. His boyfriend was very sick, on his way to the hospital even, and the unbreakable Kaitou Kid was scared. He couldn't lose 'Ru, he couldn't! But... 'Ru was stubborn! As stubborn as Kid himself even. 'Ru would be fine. (Didn't stop him worrying though.)