A special warning: I wrote this while listening to Sekaiichi Hatsukoi character songs. So fluff and happiness shall abound :D :D :D.

Also, I have learned that Moonlight Sonata has three movements (apparently all of Beethoven's sonatas have three movements…?) but while this chapter is titled the "First Movement" I don't know how long this story's going to continue, so... I only have like one more chapter planned out, so therein lies the problem, I guess. Anyway, enjoy! - Luna

A Sonata and a Smile

First Movement

Straining to hold back a yawn, Kaito strolled down the sidewalk, consulting the slip of paper containing the address of the esteemed Beika Art Gallery. The gallery was going to be showcasing the Fairy Glitter, a brilliant ruby that Kaito was considering as a candidate for his next heist. However, he didn't know the Beika Art Gallery quite as well as he wanted, so today's trip was just to scout it out and decide if the structure was decent enough.

"Let's see…" Squinting against the onslaught of sunlight that poured over him, Kaito glanced around, checking the street names. To his right, there was a large park, and to his left, there was a string of nondescript stores and cafes, none of which even vaguely resembled an art gallery.

"…Damn it." Having too much manly pride to stop in any of the stores to ask for assistance, Kaito let out a frustrated sigh and leaned against the front window of a nearby café. "This is unreasonable."

Kaito had moved out of his apartment a week ago, with Aoko watching stone-faced. Surprisingly, she hadn't tried to apologize or stop him, which bothered Kaito in a horribly selfish way. He frowned slightly.

Maybe she hadn't been as in love with him as he'd thought…?

Lost in thought, his ears suddenly perked up at a strangely familiar sound emanating from… somewhere. It sounded like… like…

The sound was succeeded by a medley of gorgeous sounds that Kaito instantly recognized.

It was that street musician, the one from that night. He couldn't possibly be mistaken…

Kaito frantically looked around, desperate to find its source, when he realized it was coming from across the street, from the previously unremarkable park. Barely minding the fact that he was jaywalking, Kaito immediately sprinted across the street, dodging swerving cars and running down the trail into the park.

Following the music blindly, Kaito stopped short once he had reached a clearing encircled with benches, much like the one near Kaito's old apartment. In front of one stood that man, standing just as he had that night, with his violin perched on his shoulder and the bow plunging up and down.

The man's eyes left the fingerboard for a second, traveling over to Kaito's, and he started, lips parting, eyebrows drawing upwards. His bow detached from the strings with an short growl. "It's… you…" he stammered.

Nodding, Kaito strode forward…

…when he heard a loud cry of "Get him!" and suddenly people were swarming over him. His brain didn't manage to respond fast enough as someone tackled him from behind, smashing him to the dirt. He gasped as his chest slammed into the earth, his vision reduced to half ground and half legs – legs that seemed to have materialized out of nowhere; pairs of them swirling around him to block off all escape…

What the hell is happening? Since when have all these people been here?

"Don't move!" shouted a female voice from behind him, and Kaito tilted his face up to lift an eyebrow at the musician who stood gaping down at him, struggling to keep his dignity intact. Had he just been captured by a woman?

"Nice to see you again…?" he choked out, forcing a smile as the woman sitting on his back shoved his face none too gently into the ground.

"I told you to be quiet!" she shouted fiercely, and Kaito rolled his eyes. She hadn't, but he wasn't really all too keen to tell her that.

"O-Oi, Officer Satou…" stuttered the musician, stepping forward hesitantly. "This guy's not the killer – I actually know him from somewhere."

"What?" The woman leaped off Kaito, and he sighed, clambering back to his feet and brushing off his shirt.

"Are these guys around to attack everyone who happens into this park?" Kaito demanded, glaring at the pack of men encircling him. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw a pretty woman wearing a jogging suit staring at him apologetically.

"I'm so sorry, I… we…" Stumbling over her words, she eventually shut her mouth and looked down, mouth twisting uncomfortably.

Kaito eyed her, mind slowly putting the pieces together. "What did he call you? Officer Satou?" He surveyed the crowd that still stood watching him, eyes widening as realization hit. "And you mentioned me being the 'killer'… Wait, what's going on? Are you guys part of the po –"

It was at that moment that the street musician stepped forward, cutting Kaito off. "Um, Inspector Megure, please allow me to explain the situation to him," he implored, glancing over at a portly man dressed in a sweatshirt and matching pants.

The man – inspector, Kaito was guessing – returned the request with a reluctant grimace. "You know we shouldn't involve civilians, Kudou-kun, and what if he's an accomplice…?"

At the musician's beseeching expression, he appeared to capitulate. "Okay, okay. If you think he's reliable, then I trust your judgment. Anyway, I don't think anyone saw what just happened, but we should move to the park by the elementary school anyway."

Glancing down the ranks, he added, "Let's have Takagi-kun take over your role then, Kudou-kun." A tall, slender man pushed through the clustered men, looking resigned as he accepted the street musician's violin and bow.

"Don't mess it up this time. Repairs are expensive, you know," the musician warned, and the other man – Takagi, was it – nodded.

Kaito was still blinking in bewilderment as the musician turned to him next. "Let's get out of here," he commanded, and Kaito only watched as the man grabbed his arm and hustled him out of the park.

Once they were on the sidewalk, the man glanced about carefully, sighing. "I suppose that café will do," he decided aloud, towing a now protesting Kaito to the nearest crosswalk.

"What the – what are you doing?" Kaito wretched his arm free of the man's grip, rubbing it confusedly. "Could you actually explain what's going on before you start dragging me around?"

The musician gave him a blank stare. "That's what I'm going to do," he told him irritably, raising an eyebrow at Kaito like Kaito was the one with problems.

The light changed, and the man glanced at it before reclaiming Kaito's arm and yanked him off the curb. Kaito sputtered as he was forcefully moved across the street, towards one of the cafes that Kaito had passed earlier.

Giving up, Kaito allowed himself to be tugged into the café and deposited unceremoniously into a chair. The café was warm and cozy, with a homey feel, and Kaito silently and begrudgingly gave his approval.

Rubbing his now-sore arm (damn, that guy had a strong grip), Kaito glared at the musician, who seated himself gracefully across from Kaito. "Was that really necessary?"

"We were attracting attention, you know," the man replied as a waitress appeared out of nowhere and offered them menus, loitering by the table to admire the musician's face. He opened the menu and perused it quickly. "Not good for that kind of undercover investigation."

Kaito watched him. "Undercover investigation? So…"

Addressing the waitress, the man said, "Excuse me, I'll have an espresso and a scone for me, and…?" The musician stared at Kaito expectantly, and the magician blinked, slightly puzzled before realizing that he meant for Kaito to tack on his order.

"Oh… I'll have a mocha and a chocolate muffin, if you have them," Kaito ordered. The waitress nodded, gave a flirtatious "I'll be right back" directed at the musician, and disappeared off with their orders.

The musician leaned across the table. "I guess I should explain what's going on now, huh?"

"That would be nice. I mean, I did kind of get tackled," grumbled Kaito, leaning on one elbow. "From what I gather, you're a police officer?"

"Oh, no. I'm actually just a special consultant for the first division of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Force," the man informed him. "Have you heard about the serial murders revolving around street musicians lately? They've been referenced in some of the newspapers."

"No, I haven't."

"Well, basically there's been a dangerous serial killer going around targeting street musicians only, and his or her body count is nearing fifteen. We've had no luck, because the killer's absurdly methodical in his or her murders. Even I've been stumped," the consultant conceded uncomfortably, and Kaito got the feeling that he wasn't easily stumped.

"So in the end, we came up with this idea. One of us would pose as a street musician to lure in the killer – since I already know how to play the violin, I volunteered. That time we met in Ekoda I was practicing to act as bait for the killer."

What?

Kaito was on his feet before he even realized it, his chair knocked over by the sudden movement. "That's ridiculous!" he shouted fiercely, palms firmly pressed against the table.

The man's eyebrows had drifted upwards, and it took Kaito a few seconds to realize that the entire café's occupants had their eyes glued to him due to his outburst. Their waitress, who had just arrived at their table to deliver their orders, looked perplexed. "Um, sir, I have your food…"

Flushing, Kaito quickly straightening his chair and sat back down, ducking his head as he waited the café's general chatter to be restored. The police consultant was still regarding him warily as their waitress hurriedly set down their drinks and pastries and scuttled off.

"That was an… interesting reaction."

"Shut up," Kaito muttered, still feeling somewhat embarrassed as he brought his coffee mug to his lips primly. "What you're doing is idiotically dangerous, you know? You're being a target for a serial killer!"

The man laughed, grasping his own mug in one hand. "I'm not too concerned about it. I've got a ton of division one watching over me, and they won't let the killer hurt me. There's nothing to worry about, seriously. You saw what Officer Satou did, right?"

Momentarily reassured, Kaito wondered aloud, "Why did she attack me? Did I really look that suspicious?" breaking off part of his muffin.

"Well, your reaction to my presence was out of the ordinary, and mine to yours was as well, so she thought you might be dangerous," shrugged the man, taking a bite out of his scone. "Most people don't wear such dazed expressions when they walk towards street musicians, after all."

"I highly doubt that. You know, your music is seriously amazing," Kaito scoffed, peeling the wrapped off his muffin. "It honestly puts me in a trance. I've never heard anything so beautiful."

The musician gazed at him impassively before returning his attention to his plate. "You must not get out much, huh?" he remarked, though Kaito could detect a hint of blushing in his tone.

"How rude. I'm trying to give you a compliment, you know," laughed Kaito, placing his chin atop knitted fingers. "You could at least accept it graciously, you know."

"But…" The man trailed off, wearing an uneasy expression. "Okay, enough about me. What are you up to? How's your ex?" he asked in a highly transparent attempt to change topics.

Kaito laughed mirthlessly, ripping a bit off his muffin. "We broke up officially. I moved back to my old place a week ago."

"I'm sorry to hear that," the man murmured consolingly, placing the last bit of his scone into his mouth. "It's for the best, though."

"Yes, I suppose so."

"So what do you do for a living anyway?"

Relieved at the more comfortable topic, Kaito smirked, pulling a blindingly white rose out of nowhere and presenting it to the consultant. "I'm a jack of all trades by day and a magician by night," he sang as the man accepted the rose with an amused smile.

"I see. Sounds like a nice life." He twirled the rose deftly through nimble fingers before setting it on his saucer.

Kaito nodded. "I've always wanted to be a magician, since my father was one, and now that I am, it's…" he exhaled, beaming. "I don't know. It's just… it feels right, you know?"

The man nodded. "I can understand what you mean. It's when everything clicks into place and you know this is where you're meant to be, right?" His eyes were sparkling as he watched Kaito over the rim of his mug.

"Exactly." Kaito grinned. "Y'know, I think we really understand each other."

"I could agree with that," concurred the police consultant, setting down his coffee cup. He jolted abruptly, and Kaito quirked an eyebrow as he dug around in his coat until he pulled out a vibrating cell phone. The man hit a few buttons, brow furrowed, before letting out a loud sigh.

"I'm so sorry, but I've got to go. My replacement already broke my violin again, and they're not even at the next park," he apologized, gathering his belongings. "I have to go sort things out."

"Oh, that's fine," stuttered Kaito, slightly saddened by the sudden loss of his acquaintance. An idea suddenly flashed through his mind, and as the man rummaged around for something in his pocket, Kaito burst out, "Hey, are you a Kid fan?"

Glancing up, the man blinked. "No, not particularly. I've heard of him, I think. Isn't he a jewel thief?" He returned to rooting around in his pocket. "It's not really my thing – I work homicide, after all."

"Well, even so, do you want to come with me to his next heist? I'm a huge Kid fan, and I think you might like his heists, since you seem to like mysteries," Kaito said, shifting uncomfortably.

The musician smirked. "I see." Appearing to find whatever he had been looking for, he pulled out a few thousand-yen notes and dropped them on the table. "This is on me. And I'd love to go to a Kid heist with you."

Kaito smiled. "Thanks."

He returned the smile. "No problem." Scanning the table for a second, he picked up the white rose that Kaito had given him and, smirking at Kaito, tucked it into his coat. "Thanks for this, by the way."

"Uh huh." Kaito shrugged, secretly touched by the action.

The musician was already on the street when Kaito suddenly realized that he still hadn't found out his name.

Bolting for the door, Kaito barely caught the man before he crossed the street. "Hey – I forgot to get your name," he panted at the man's quizzical expression.

"Oh." The man nodded in understanding. "I'm Kudou Shinichi."

"So… I should call you Kudou, then?"

Kudou shrugged. "Shinichi is fine."

Kaito blinked. "Really?"

He shrugged. "I don't particularly care." Smirking, he asked, "So what's your name?"

"Kuroba Kaito," Kaito answered cheerfully, saluting him. "Call me whatever."

Shinichi grinned. "Okay then." He lifted a hand, waving as he stepped off the sidewalk. "See you later, Kaito."

"See you later, Shinichi," Kaito called after him and returned to the café with a smile.

I really like the name of the jewel I picked. Fairy Glitter. *snrk*

Alrighty, here's some clarification: Shinichi was Conan at some point, but he didn't attend Kid heists during that time, so Kaito doesn't know him.

So… sorry if this is going too quickly? I attempted to keep it at a decent pace, but that kind of failed T_T. Drop me a review for a continuation, k?

Hope you enjoyed, my darlings! - Luna