So yeah, this thing happened. Forgive me if it's crappy, but boredom kills me. Also, I had no beta or anything, so... forgive me if I made any mistakes.

I had this idea for a while now, but my lazyness held me back.

Please enjoy~

If he still had needed to breathe, Kid would have sighed. A long, loud sigh. Another successful heist, and yet another failure. He stole the Swan Lake Tiara – a breathtaking piece of art, with all of its diamonds and silver swans – but he still couldn't find Pandora. He let the it fall on the ground with a disappointed grimace, for a moment not worrying whether the tiara was still in one piece. He felt the need to sigh again, but since he wasn't breathing anymore, he just remained there. Floating, a feet above the ground.

It was strange, being a ghost. He missed so many things from the time when he was alive, things he always loved, things he didn't realize he loved, things he didn't notice before. There was taste of chocolate ice cream, the warmth of the Sun on his skin, the light touch of snowflakes on his nose, the way the wind played with his hair. His family, his friends, his classmates… There was a girl, too, her name was Ao… Ao-something. He couldn't remember anymore. Slowly, but surely he forgot everything, and only a dull longing remained in their place, and the will to live again. It wasn't as painful as he thought it would be, though. Being a ghost made everything smaller, less important, less intense. Things didn't hurt as much anymore, as time passed.

He had been dead for almost two months now. One of Snake's subordinates got him, and there was no gem in his breast pocket to save him. Not that it would've saved him, the sniper didn't aim for his hear. It was a precise headshot, nice, clear. He died instantly. Kid was kind of grateful, at least he didn't have to bleed out in some shady alley – this is how he usually imagined his death. At the same time, it kind of pissed him off, since he had no chance to be saved this way.

He raised a transparent hand to massage his temples, then he realized that he didn't really need to do that anymore. He couldn't feel headaches, anyway. He scowled again.

He needed to find Pandora, even more than before. It was the only thing that could resurrect him. But until then, he had to make use of what he had, so he "picked up" the tiara again, letting it float above his palm, and jumped off the rooftop.

.

To the world, neither Kuroba Kaito, nor Kaitou Kid were dead. Sure, there was a high schooler who went missing and the police had been looking for him for weeks until they gave up, but his alter ego was never better. His heists baffled the police even more now, with his insane tricks and the way he always managed to escape – it wasn't too hard, since he had no body anymore. Or, at least, it wasn't connected to his soul anymore.

The body of the missing teenager was hidden in an old warehouse, where the temperature was just cold enough, the air wasn't too humid or too dry – perfect to store a dead body. Now, two months were still a bit too long, but Kid found a solution to that as well – said solution just left the warehouse five minutes ago.

Her name was Koizumi Akako, and she was a witch. A witch who was too easy to possess. She never noticed when Kid approached him, and it wasn't difficult to control her body, she barely resisted. All he had to do was look through her head and find a spell that could preserve a dead body, get everything that would be needed for said spell, then take her to the warehouse. When they were finished, he made sure to erase all of Akako's memories about the place, send her to some far away place, and let her go.

Kid was used to possessing people, really. It never really clashed with his morals, he never hurt anyone after all, he merely borrowed their bodies for a while. In fact, he enjoyed doing it. It was better this way, since he would've had to continue it, even if he didn't like it. Maintaining the warehouse, replacing the things he took from Akako, these all cost money, way too much for Kid's liking.

He floated over to the phone booth in front of the warehouse, and let his palms pass through the phone. One, two three-

"Where is it?" a voice rasped on the other side. Kid felt the need to let out another sight, because some people just had no manners at all.

"Good evening to you too." Kid said, voice muted and hazy. "I already sent someone." And he was telling the truth. He indeed sent someone, an old lady, unremarkable, a gray mouse, unnoticeable. No one would pay attention as her possessed body stumbled through the crowd to reach a big apartment complex. In her old bag there was the Swan Lake Tiara. Kid almost felt bad for selling it to some almost-yakuza jackass, who could never appreciate it. But then he remembered his reward – money, enough to maintain the warehouse, enough to buy new herbs and other, quite suspicious things for Akako, enough to save his body and his life along with it.

"Tell your man to bring it to the penthouse on the 20th floor. I'll give them the money." Kid didn't know what was worse, that the guy thought that he was cunning while his mind couldn't even rival a chimpanzee's, or that he believed that Kid was on the same level too. Nevertheless, he let out a friendly-sounding chuckle.

"As we agreed," Kid said, and his voice was just a tiny bit louder and clearer than before, "it'll be on the second floor, under the bench by the elevator. Take your baggage and leave the money there."

"You brat-"

"You want that thing, don't you? Then do as I say." He only received a grumble and a "Fine" pushed through his "customer's" teeth, then the phone call ended. This won't do, he thought to himself. Even if that guy agreed, there was no guarantee that he wouldn't just take the tiara without paying, and perhaps shoot the old lady.

He looked back at the warehouse. He was always so reluctant to leave that place, he didn't like that his body would remain there unguarded. If some bastard decided to stumble in while he was away – his shell, the only thing that linked him to the world of the living would be gone, either because it was damaged or because the police would take it from him. Instead of the twisting of his stomach he felt something dark and heavy settle on his mind.

In the end he had to leave. Even as a ghost, he had his morals, he couldn't let that woman get hurt while she was possessed. He flew through the city and found her pretty quickly. He knew her route after all. Fifteen minutes later they were already in front of the apartment complex.

Kid floated right behind the old lady, ready to take out anyone. They passed through the main entrance, then went to the second floor. It was good that he could be a bit more reckless as a ghost using different people, he spared time with it. The old lady, with slow, a bit jerky movements, that was so typical of possessed humans, put the bag under the bench, then left the corridor.

They only waited ten minutes before they went back – the bag was already replaced with a black suitcase. After that the ride down the elevator was nothing, and for a moment Kid let himself smile. That grump maybe stayed true to his word. He only smiled wider when he spotted a man near the entrance in a black suit. Or maybe not. It didn't really matter, in a second Kid floated over to the man and put him to sleep. The man wouldn't be hurt, but he'd probably have a pretty bad headache when he woke up. It was fine.

But it wasn't fine when Kid suddenly felt something ripping, something tearing itself out of him, out of his soul, and he wanted to clutch his heart, but his fingers passed through his own body. A part of him was slipping away, and the sensation was so overwhelming, that he just stood there, chest heaving even though no air entered or left his lungs. His eyes were wide and frightened, and for a moment he swore he could feel the phantom beats of his heart loudly thumping in his hollow chest.

The air was suddenly scorching hot and dry, so much that Kid wanted to scream out. He… he wasn't supposed to feel this. Then it dawned upon him, and he began to panic. His body…! What's happening to his body?

Without a second thought he left the old woman behind, and flew towards the warehouse. An orange light led the way, and as he got closer he realized… it was fire. The whole warehouse was on fire. It was swallowed up by the crimson flames, the firemen could do nothing against it. The police, too, was useless, and the officers watched in horrified awe as the fire seemed to climb higher and higher in the sky.

Kid passed though the crumbling walls, frantically looking for his body, while the flames burned him. He felt himself slipping, drifting, fading. A while ago, when he talked to a ghost he met, they told him that this was the feeling one gets when the soul and the body are separated. When the link is torn between the two. No. No, this couldn't be…

And there it was, in front of him, just a scorched lump in the corner, blackened as the flames ate it up – his own body. Kid finally let a scream out.

.

"It hurts… Father… Father, I'm burning, it hurts…" Kid whimpered next to the burnt out warehouse. He was curled up – has been since last night – and refused to move. He still floated, slightly higher than before, and he despised the distance between him and the ground.

It was still early in the morning, yet the police was already there. No wonder, as they finally, after two months managed to find Kuroba Kaito. Or, at least, what was left of him. Kid remembered that newbie firefighter and his shout, when he found him. He remembered the way he began sobbing, the way his will to do anything left him. There were so, so many things he needed to do, he had his whole life ahead of him, and now… He was useless!

Hours passed since the fire was put out, and he still felt the flames on his skin. He wondered if the feeling would ever pass. Something told him it wouldn't. Ever since then he'd been whimpering, muttering to himself, while a strange bitterness bubbled up in him. Vaguely he was aware what was happening to him – he was becoming a vengeful spirit. A part of his mind begged him to keep conscious, to stay calm, but he didn't really care anymore.

His ghost form has changed already – his white cape looked burnt and tattered, his monocle was shattered, and his hat simply disappeared. His skin, which was sickly pale before, had black spots on it, like soot.

He heard an investigator talk to someone else – it took some time, but they realized that it wasn't the fire that killed him. The bullet was still in his head. The investigation in the case of Kuroba Kaito began again, but it wasn't easy. Kid, he could've helped them, he could've manipulated people, possess Snake or his subordinates, make them tell the truth, oh, he could've done a lot of things. But he didn't care about what would happen anymore.

"Father… It hurts… It hurts so much…" he whimpered again, curling up even more. He didn't know how, but he was crying. He even felt the tears rolling down his cheeks. What else could he do, now that his body was gone?

"I found something." Someone walked through him, and he felt a shiver. He raised his head, slowly, tiredly.

It was… him. No, it wasn't quite right, this was a different person, he had to be, because Kuroba Kaito was dead, and this person was speaking, breathing, living… But he looked so similar, so familiar…! Kid inched closer to him, just a bit, then moved a bit more. In the end, he was floating right behind the guy.

"Ah, Kudou-kun!" someone exclaimed behind them. Kid tilted his head. Kudou? That was the guy's name? It made him even more familiar, but he couldn't even imagine the reason. And then this new guy, who wasn't him, turned around, and Kid could finally see his face completely.

He smiled as something dark settled on his mind.

He found a new body for himself.