As depressing as it is, I do not own Magic Kaitou

And here we have it, the plunnie that spawned the series

It was inspired by the definition of Kaito's name, a picture I saw once,

and Icka's comment that Yes, Kid is just a little bit fae

Kuroba

An unnatural calm descended over Hakuba as his body pitched over the side of the high building. He knew no one was going to catch him. Kid's hang glider had been destroyed in the shoot out.

The detective had always wondered how the thief felt during that weightless moment before his transformed cape lifted the him into the air. Under different circumstances, Saguru could have seen the appeal. Somehow though, the thought of impending death was more than enough to wipe away the thrill.

It isn't the fall that kills you, the blond thought with gallows humor. It's the sudden stop at the bottom. Hakuba couldn't help but calculate the time he had left. Thirty seconds until impact. Wind whistled past the young man's ears, twenty-five, twenty, fifteen.

Air whooshed out of Saguru's chest as his body abruptly changed direction. A pair of strong arms had wrapped around the detective's chest, baring him skywards. Something about the way they were moving was wrong, the detective vaguely considered. He would figure it out; he just needed a moment.

The figure's grip tightened as he bore them towards a nearby building. It was obviously a strain. The pair had barely made it to the nearby roof when a powerful gust of wind slammed into the thief from one side. He released Hakuba before slamming into a wall.

The detective struggled to his feet after hearing the sound of impact. "Kid?" there was no doubt in his mind as to who had caught him, although he did not understand how. Golden eyes peered into the shadows. It took a moment to spot the slender figure, not that he could see much.

"Stay away," the phantom thief's voice was reminiscent of a wounded animal. The area around him darkened in response to his desire to remain hidden.

Hakuba took a step forward, his gaze concerned. He was certain Kid was hurt. How badly he did not know.

"I said stay away!"

The detective moved a little closer. He had already decided what he was going to do. "One days truce is a small price to pay for my life. Do you not agree?" he inquired.

Kid hesitated, could he trust the detective.

"Everything that happens here will be strictly between the two of us. You have my word." Hakuba meant it. Inspector Nakamori wouldn't question him if he claimed the thief had just dropped him there.

For a heartbeat nothing happened. Then, the shadows slowly lifted to reveal a familiar figure. Given what had happened, it was not a surprise that Kid's left hand was clamped over his right shoulder. The shock came from the humongous raven wings that had emerged from the magician's back. One of them lay at an unnatural angle.

The detective gasped. His eyes were wide as he took in the scene in front of him.

The phantom thief looked uncharacteristically vulnerable at that moment. He attempted to curl his wings around his body, hiding it from view. A soft whimper escaped Kid's throat before the feathered appendages moved back to their original position.

The sound brought the detective back to his senses. Carefully he knelt beside his rival. "What's wrong?" As concerned as he was about the other, Saguru had to admit some frustration. Kid was right there, and he still couldn't make out the thief's face.

"I don't know," the other's voice was thick with pain. "I can't retract them."

With the same care he employed while handling Watson, Hakuba carefully examined the magician's wings. "You know," he stated conversationally. "Logically you should not have been able to carry both of us." The blond didn't really care about that, he was just trying to distract the Kid.

His patient laughed shakily. "Since when has logic ever applied to me?" Honestly, the thief was a little surprised he hadn't dropped like a stone. Not that he would ever tell Hakuba that. Kid kept himself still as the detective finished his careful probing.

"Nothing is broken," Saguru informed him. "It is just dislocated. I'll have to pop it back into place."

The thief considered his words before nodding sharply. "Do it!"

The blond didn't give Kid time to tense up. He just braced his hands and pulled. The joint resisted a little before moving back into its socket. Hakuba was knocked off his feet when the wings instinctively flared. An ethereal light surrounded them before they pulled back into the magician thief's body.

Then Kid fell. Saguru scrambled forward to prevent the figure from hitting the ground. It didn't even occur to him that he had finally caught the Kaitou Kid. All he felt was panic.

Just how different was the magician's physiology? It looked like he was going into shock. The detective stripped off his jacket and laid it over the other, cradling Kid close in an attempt to keep him warm.

After a few minutes the thief spoke. "I'm all right," his skin was unnaturally pale and tremors still wracked his body.

Hakuba gave him a skeptical look. "All right how?" He had never heard the magician sound so weak.

Kid's response was a shrug. "I've always healed fast," he revealed. "It is part of my heritage." He knew he couldn't get away with pretending nothing had happened.

"Your heritage," the detective repeated. Part of him looked at the thief as though he had never seen him before. "I admit I have to wonder about that."

The thief just smirked before rising to his feet. A swirl of the detective's jacket and he was immaculately clothed in his trademark white tux. "What is there to tell?" he asked. "Once upon a time a man feel in love with a beautiful woman, except this man wasn't exactly human." Kid brushed some imaginary lint off the fabric as he spoke.

"There are many names for his race. Oberon's children, fae, sidlhe, animal spirits," his voice dropped, "youkai. Regardless, all of the pair's descendants have been different, special. It is,"he continued. "The source of my family's magic."

The thief pulled a dove out of thin air as he turned to face Saguru. "And tell me my dear tantei, where is the best place to hide something?" Kid was certain a rabid Holmes fan like Hakuba would know the answer. The blond didn't disappoint.

"In plain sight," he murmured.

White teeth flashed briefly in the darkness. "Precisely."

A few weeks later Hakuba watched from his balcony as a winged figure crossed in front of the moon. He raised his teacup in acknowledgement before moving back inside. A faint smile adorned his lips. "Kuroba," the detective murmured to himself. "Black feather."

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This is much more AU than my other MK stories

I admit Hakuba is a little out of character,

but I figure years around Kaito and Akako have worn him down

If you like this I do have a prequel all about how our favorite magician thief's ancestors met. It is actually a multi-chapter fic. This one was getting too long so I decided to remove part of it for another drabble and it just grew.

I'm sure you all understand how that can happen

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