A/N: This is completely unbeta'd. I've read it through a few times myself, but if you see any mistakes, please don't hesitate to point them out. Also, this is sorta my first time really writing anything serious for DCMK, so if the characters don't seem right, please tell me that too. I know it's a pretty subjective thing, but I do enjoy feedback.

Also as a warning, this part may be fluffy, but this is actually going to be a tear jerker. If I write it right that is. Of course, this part could stand alone if it's all you want to read.

This whole fic is inspired by the song: Into Your Arms - The Maine

There was a new girl in town / She had it all figured it / And I'll state something rash/ She had the most amazing smile

This heist, Kid thought privately to himself, sucked. It was a childish thought, but not one anyone would be surprised at the thief having. Kaitou KID was a fitting appellation for him, especially when he sulked like a five year-old who had been denied their favorite toy. Of course, in his mind, he had been denied his favorite toy. Tantei-kun had skipped out on his heist. Nakamori-keibu and tantei-san were just too predictable and easy to avoid. What the white clad thief wanted was the razor sharp mind of his favorite critic and the thrill of the chase.

Oh, what was a thief to do? He'd have to think up some nasty prank for the little twerp next time. No one skips out on his heist after getting a personal invitation. Who did tantei-kun think he was? He had even been nice and left it with the nutty inventor and the scary tiny scientist. Where was the appreciation? There would be glitter and pink dye in the shrunken detective's future. Perhaps the thief could even find a pretty matching dress for the brat.

An evil chuckle escaped him as he hopped onto the railing, preparing to sail away into the night. The sound of the roof door opening stayed his hand from his glider's release. The white clad thief didn't bother to turn and check who had made it through his traps. No, he would recognize the feel of that stare anywhere. It made the hairs on the back of his necks stand and shivers of anticipation race through him. Tantei-kun had made it after all, although he was unusually late.

"Tsk, tsk," Kid clicked his tongue, sounding scolding despite the wide grin curving his lips like a crescent moon. "You are late, tantei-kun! The fun is already over."

There was a soft snort behind him. Footsteps approached his perch, falling heavier than normal. The thief's grin faltered, body tensing - this wasn't tantei-kun - and then there came a soft chuckle, the same as he could occasionally get out of tantei-kun, but deeper and more mature. (Not that tantei-kun wasn't far to mature for his seven year-old body, but he didn't have the right register for this.)

"Sorry, I was delayed," apologized the stranger with all of the dry, sarcastic wit of his favorite critic. A giddy sort of delight bubbled through Kid's veins like a fine champagne. He turned on the railing effortlessly despite the tiny space, his balance impeccable. Two sets of blue eyes locked and Kid was treated to his first face-to-face encounter with Kudo Shinichi. Without conscious thought, he took a moment to analyze his rival. Indigo eyes took in the pale face and light sheen of sweat coating the other's face. His breath was unsteady as if he'd been running non-stop. Odd considering that Conan rarely seemed so out of breath even on some of their more intense chases. The thief felt a fissure of concern threaten his Poker Face before he smoothed it over. By then the silence had run for a beat too long and that just wouldn't do. The phantom swept into a low showman's bow.

"Well, I will forgive you this time, meitantei~" said Kid, all air and barely restrained anticipation. His entire body imperceptibly vibrated with his glee. Really, it was just too bad that this was the end of the night's game. Meitantei would be unable to follow him into the skies. "After all, I can see that you must have spent some time preparing for our rendezvous."

The detective scowled, two faint patches of red coloring his cheeks. "Ba'aro! This didn't have anything to do with you," He said, defensive in his embarrassment. His transformation really didn't have anything to do with the thief. It was only coincidence that Kid's heist coincided with the treatments that he had been going through to counter the APTX 4869. "Don't get conceited, Kid."

Hidden under the brim of his hat, the thief gave him a speculative stare. Him, conceited? How rude! The crescent grin took on a sharper more mischievous edge that had the high-school detective taking an involuntary step back. It was the kind of grin that came just before some horrifically humiliating trick. One white gloved hand rose into the air and with a snap, pink smoke obscured Shinichi's vision. Raising a hand to his mouth, the detective peered blearily through the smoke to see his rival.

A dark blob appeared in the cloud and hands were on him, a familiar chuckle resounded in his ears, and then the thief was gone before he could retaliate. The smoke faded and he could see once again. In the same spot as before, Kid stood casually on the railing with a pleased smirk. Shinichi lowered his arms from the defensive stance that he had taken. A weight in his left hand had him look down into the deep red petals of a bouquet of roses. A white sash had been draped across his chest reading "#1 Meitantei." A flush spread across his face. Was it possible to be flattered and exasperated at once? Stupid thief.

He glanced up from his new additions to throw some dry remark about the thief's lack of originality (he had seen far worse done to the Task Force) to find the thief laughing his white clad ass off. Why was he…? Well, it hardly mattered what the idiot found so hilarious, just for that Shinichi wasn't going to left him off so easily. With an evil smirk, his hand dropped to his belt. Asking Agasa to make a spare ball dispensing belt fit for his adult size had been one of better ideas to date.

The audile click of the belt had Kid freezing mid-laugh. Oh, he knew that sound. It was the prelude to tantei-kun's soccer ball from hell. And, oh look, there it was on the way to take his head off. His Poker Face crumbled in the face of the high-powered projectile as Kid threw himself backwards to avoid it. Instead of his face, his top hat suffered the brunt of the attack, flying off his head as Kid went tumbling over the edge of the building. As he went over, Shinichi ran to the railing, fearing for a moment that he'd sent the thief plunging to his death. It wasn't often that he got to see an expression of horror and surprise on the thief's face, especially not as he was falling into the open sky.

The detective almost threw himself over the railing, eyes scanning frantically below. A white triangle gliding between the skyscrapers caught his attention. Of course, Kid would catch himself on his wings. Shinichi could practically see the thief's crescent grin and mocking laughter as he flew off. Dropping his face into his unoccupied hand, the high-school student chuckled at his blunder, a relieved smile curving his lips. Stupid, stupid thief.