How a Thief Changed the Mafia

Chapter 1

By Phantom Hitman 1412

Hello DCMK and KHR fans alike. This is my first fan fic, although not my first story. I love both of these shows, especially KHR, so it's set more in their world than in the world of DCMK. However both are in Japan so it's not a large leap. I kind of jump POV a bit between what the crowd sees and what Kaito sees and later on what Conan sees. When you see the TV opening, think of the opening to Durarara or Baccano, and the way one scene slides into another. You'll see what I mean.

Oh and before I forget. Kaito/Shinichi/Ran/Aoko are all 19. Conan and the Detective Boys are 10.

Disclamier: I do not own nor profit from any of the characters mentioned here. They all belong to their respected copyright owners.

DCMK POV

"Ladies and gentlemen!"

Lights spin around, white beams searching frantically for their target. There! Target locked. The Phantom Thief stands in the spotlight, arms outstretched- one pointing to the sky, the other out to his left, hands spread in a dramatic pose- presenting himself for all to see. Cape billowing heroically in the wind, he grins.

"Now, Let the show begin"

Arms outstretched perfectly straight to either side of his body, he pushes off of the roof, into a head first forward roll. A puff of pink smoke and the thief has gone. All that remains is a KID doodle, plastered to the window. A window that leads straight into the room where tonight's target lays waiting.

In front of the audience, screens that cinemas would envy light up, showing an image of KID, in full regalia, sitting on a white and blue throne, one leg crossed over the other, hands clasped on his knee. He lowers his head, light bouncing off of his trademark monocle, and stares straight into the camera. His Cheshire Cat grin leisurely crawls across his face.

"I have a special treat for all of my followers today. A little dove told me …" and in a puff of smoke one is sat on his shoulder "… that some of you have been unhappy. That you don't see enough of the action. Now I am not one to disappoint, I always aim to please. So tonight, for you, my loyal followers, I will allow you the police eye view. Stay tuned for the reality TV show you've all been waiting for 'The Phantom Prince',"

All of the KID fan girls scream, thinking how much their beloved KID resembles a prince. "On today's episode, the Prince will climb the tower, and save the magical jewel from the clutches of the Evil Queen"

The TV changes to something that resembles a TV opening. The first clip to appear is KID, a scene from the heist famously called Kaitou KIDs midnight mid-air walk. There high in the sky stands KID, nothing under his feet as he confidently, slowly, strides towards the statue. Footsteps echoing around the plaza. Next up is an image of a small 10 year old boy, shoes sparking with energy as he kicks a football at the screen. Special effects crack the screen and the glass falls to reveal the words Tantei-kun. A hand cuts through the words, changing the scene along with it. It's now showing Nakamori Ginzo, the detective who chases KID, or should I say humours KID. That hand is pointing forward, and police run in its chosen direction off screen. One of these officers comes in between him and the screen, dragging his name along to be displayed. Different sized doodles appear before a cloud of confetti explodes, and the screen once again shows the thief.

He shows the audience his first finger of his left hand, and does a little presenting gesture with the other hand. His wrist spins as if he's stretching it, and stops, the finger extended pointing down to the arm of his chair, and lowers it to push a button. This has only taken a second to do. The moment that he pushed the button, the screen shows black, and a gasp is heard, but everyone has already forgotten the screen, they are all looking at the blue lights that appeared behind them at the same time. And there on the edge of a roof top, is KID, sat on his throne. The same finger on his lips in a silencing gesture. He jumps, and lands in the middle of the street. Eyes set forward, he strides to the entrance of the Jewel's tower. He walks straight at one of the metal beams making up the entrance arch, and keeps on striding. People wonder whether he will walk into the beam, when he steps forward and onto the beam. Keeping that same fast, purposeful stride, he walks up the steep arch, and stands at the apex. Turning to the stunned audience, he theatrically bows, and throws a rose to one male audience member. Confused the man catches it and looks at the flower. Placed in the petals is a card.

"Five?" whispers the man, obviously muddled, but his words are heard by everyone, through the speakers set around the arena.

Another rose is quickly thrown, an excited teen shouting out "4" as she looks at the memento in her hands.

Another is thrown to a Dad; the child on his shoulders excitedly clapping, shouting "Daddy has number three"

One is thrown to Mouri Ran, quickly stolen by Sonoko, shouting "Two, I've got two."

The next is thrown to a frowning Nakamori Aoko, who throws the rose to the ground, stamps on it and shouts "One? One what."

She gets her answer, but not from KID. A loud bell tolls behind them, signalling midnight. Once more KID covers his escape with a very large cloud of smoke, in which doves erupt out of, showering the exclaiming crowd with roses. The smoke clears with no KID in sight. A few notice that the KID doodle, which was directly above the thief, no longer hangs on the window. But everyone else is looking at the TV screens which flashed briefly, showing the inside of the Jewel's room; Police standing guard, Nakamori standing next to the podium that houses the jewel. There are a few murmurs at what else the podium is holding. A small 10 year old boy, dressed in a blue suit, red bow tie and trainers, sits on the case, a sly grin placed on his face. But as soon as this scene registers, the lights inside the room go out.

The audience screams as shouts of "its KID, protect the jewel" stampede out of the speakers, turned up high to begin with. Most people had heard that Nakamori-keibu was loud, but now they really have heard it, and many doubted that they could ever hear again. In the background a small boyish shout of defiance can be heard. The lights turn on again, and silence can be heard. There on screen is the Taskforce.

Or what was the Taskforce…

Now standing in the room was a medieval court, knights displaying full armour. Sat on top of the podium, was not a small boy, but a Queen, in a puffy frilly dress, and brown curls of hair down her back. And finally, the court jester, slowly turning as red as his hat, the bells tittering as he shakes. And the audience bursts out laughing.

"Damm that thief, Lets catch that-" and the rest was cut out with small beeps of noise, with a small announcement written at the bottom of the TV screen stating that: " we apologise for the language of our jester, and for the safety of your minds, we have blocked out any colourful phrases he may have used."

The knights begin to clunk off stage, finding how hard it is to run in full armour. Armour that is certainly heavier than the modern light body armour that they are used to wearing. Meanwhile, the queen has jumped off the podium, the curls chucked to the floor, racing out of the room.

"Follow the Queen, I mean the boy" shouts one of the knights, blushing at his mistake. And they all charge out of the room, one court jester leading the troupe. Just as the screen clears of actors, the scene changes to show a view of the hallway. The small boy rushes past, finally shedding the dress, and runs around the corner, quickly followed by the faithful jester. But no knights appear to turn the corner.

On the screen appears the words "Now presenting the Knights of Tokyo" accompanied by a trumped fanfare. And frozen on screen are the knights, in the act of pulling out their swords, some already in the air, as if shouting a war cry and running into battle. "And here we have the Knights of Tokyo, running out to protect their Queen and the Crown Jewels. Notice the way the swords are held; it seems as if the knights are losing their skills. And if they are no use with swords, then how can they protect the Realm of Camelot? Certainly not with guns, they haven't been invented yet. And I always strive for authenticity." Its 1412's voice they are hearing, sounding perfectly normal, as if he weren't running from his rivals. The joke about Camelot is noticed by many of the audience members. The host of the heist is a tower called the Realm of Camelot, holding works of art and jewellery coming from that period of England. Indeed the steel beams that KID walked up earlier were made to look like a modernised castle gateway. It is easy to see the looks of shock and disbelieve in the faces of the knights as they try to move and fail. It is easy to see their bodies shake, but the armour itself won't move an inch.

"Ah, I forgot something. A work of art like this deserves…" and the camera zooms out. Showing a gold frame, easily large enough to frame the comic scene, and indeed from this angle it does. "…A frame. How unlike me, to give art instead of steal it. " a small chuckle follows. Along with quite shouts of "KID" from Nakamori- keibu in the distance. " Ah, is that the jester I hear?" and the scene changes. Another hallway appears on the screen, the camera focused on the doors. One which KID opens. He stands by the open door, and throws a capsule on the ground. Scrolling the bottom of the screen, in bright bold red text, is the phrase: 'don't try this at home. These are professionals.'

" Now entering the room, Queen Tantei-kun, and her Jester Nakamori- keibu." And so they do. Rounding the corner at top speed, the boy attempts to skid to a stop when he sees KID, standing by an open door, but his feet find no purchase on the floor, and as he backs up, he starts to fall backwards. Straight into Nakamori. The force of the detective rounding the corner pushes the boy and the man to the floor, where they slide along the floor, and straight past KID, through the door. "What an entrance! and I thought I liked to show off." Winking cheekily at the camera and grinning, KID steps into the room.

The camera changes again, and this time showing the room which they have just entered. A pile of red and white cloth moves, and bells chime as Nakamori-keibu stands up, helping a squashed Tantei-kun up too. KID steps forward, shoes silent on the wooden floor, and Nakamori charges at him, attempting a one man version of the polices favourite game: pile on the bandit. KID looks crookedly at him, and jumps. Placing his hands on the jester's shoulders, KID flips over him, and kicks off of the Jester's back. The jester goes flying straight into the wall and lands on a portrait of a queen. Placing his hands against the wall he attempts to push off, but finds himself stuck. Literally. Laughter drifts up from outside the room. It's the audience. The camera has zoomed in at his current predicaments. Now, a man stuck to the wall could be funny enough, but it's the placement of his hands and face that are the cause of ridicule. His face is pressed against the ample bosom of the queen, with his hands placed to either side and just below, as if cupping her breasts. Even Tantei-kun releases a small chuckle, as the man turns through every shade of red possible.

KID walks to the window, waving, as cheers rise from the ground. They are at the front of the building again, a few floors up from before, about 3/4's up the building. Hearing a small click he turns his attention back to the boy. Crouched down low for balance, one arm crossed over his body as the wrist of the other balances upon it. A small target cross hatch steadies and levels, aiming at KID. The phantom smiles, grasps the corner of his cape and extends his arms presenting himself as a target. The boy shoots, and KID pulls the fabric of the cape forward, across his body, blocking the sleeping dart. Leaping onto the window ledge, KID grins. "The realm of Camelot is in a lot of trouble is even the Queen can't defend the crown jewels." At this the boy stands tall, hands reaching for a button on his belt. Quick as a flash, a football appears, the trainers are charged, and a flaming comet is en route to KID. Smiling again, KID grips the right side of the window frame and leaps out and around. The crowd gasps as KID jumps out followed by a streaking football. KID spins on the window frame, flying horizontally in an arc, to crash his feet into the window next to the one he exited out of. That was what the doodle was for, a set of chemicals, placed on the window for a set amount of time, to soften the glass. This ensured a spectacular crashing sound and show, but with little danger of the glass shattering into tiny pieces. Remember KID rule number 1: no one gets hurt- especially from falling glass. Pushing off of the new window frame, KID rockets over the boy, falls into a forward roll, comes up and runs past the jester out of the door. The camera pans back around to see a small boy sat under a net, staring it down, as if, if he stares hard and long enough, the net will get scared and fall off of him.

"Thank you ladies and gentlemen, but I'm afraid that the show must end. The jewel is stolen, the protectors thwarted, and it's past your bed time. So tune in again next time." A load of confetti and loud clapping is heard, as well as gasps as KID makes his exit from the roof.

The small boy, hearing this from the speakers outside the broken window, looks out and sees KID flying off. But after at least 3 years of experience, he can tell that the KID leaving the scene is nothing but a balloon doll tied to the hand glider. And as per usual, the police sirens start up and chase the doll across the skies of Tokyo. Eyes fiercely agleam, he disentangles himself from the net and rushes up to the roof. He loves this part, looks forward to it even. This small conversation between the two of them. Just him and the thief on the roof, alone under the open sky, making meaningless banter hidden with clues, metaphors, similes, and references for next time, hoping to outwit each other.

Climbing the final set of steps, he flings the door open.

And there stands KID, taking his microphone off, and making a show of turning it off.

Yet while Tantei-kun is escaping the net, KID is on the roof, examining the jewel he has gained possession of, however temporarily. This jewel, brought over from England, is one that was said to belong to Merlin, given to him by his mentor before he passed away. There are rumours that this jewel has magical powers, and brings long life to all those who hold it.

I've read about this jewel in my father's files, it was one that was on his list to go after, but he never got around to taking it. Kaitou KID thinks. It's almost too perfect to be true; a jewel that gives its holders a long life- not quite immortality though is it. Although all of its holders have become famous, starting at the very beginning of records with Merlin, and I the famous International Phantom Thief 1412, am the next on its long list of holders.

With these thoughts in his head, he holds the jewel to the moonlight. Today, meticulously planned, is a full moon, complete with clear skies. As an added bonus, it's also the day that a special comet comes into the earth's orbit after so long. Raising it to the light, he sees the impression of blood red tears forming inside of the amethyst. Realising what it is he quickly pulls the jewel away from the light.

I don't want these tears to fall, nor for Snake to see what I've found. No doubt he's here somewhere close by, he always is. But this is it. THIS IS IT! Pandora, after so long I have found you. Now I can stop looking for revenge. I'll destroy you and then I'll… I'll what? With no more Pandora, there is no need for 1412 to exist anymore. No more heists means that I'll never get to see Tantei-kun anymore; he has never met Kaito Kuroba before. I'll never have the thrill of him chasing me, have the chills run down my spine as he stares at me with those eyes. Eyes like mine, which have seen more than they should, know more than they should, and are willing to carry the burden. Maybe I'll put my talents to a different use. From the files that I've gathered on him, Tantei-kun seems to have trouble with a certain Black Organisation. Whilst, not the same organisation that Snake is from, I think that Japan will benefit from having one less criminal organisation around- especially one that goes after kids like Tantei-kun and that cold eyed brat that's with him. She has those same eyes too. Talking of Tantei-Kun, here he is now. Like a herd of elephants up those stairs he is. Never heard of sneaking up on your enemy?

Turning around at the sound of the door opening, KID stands there, cape billowing in the wind. His hand reaches up, takes off the microphone he's been using and shows the boy that it's turned off.

The boy pauses in the doorway, and looks at the figure in front of him. He takes note of the way that Kaitou KID is trying to keep a smile off of his face. That smile, when it appears is as large as his famous grin, but it seems more genuine, more real, as if something good has happened to him. Add that fact to the extremely tight hold he has on tonight's heist jewel, and the way he keeps it away from the moonlight, the boy pieces things together, and takes a shaky step forward.

"That's it? The jewel that you have been looking for. You've always hopped from one to another, stealing anything with a magical interest, just like this jewel has tonight. So that's the one, the one that you have been looking for all of this time?" having taken small wavering steps this whole time, he is now stood only a few steps away, staring at KID's face, trying to read the phantom's expression. But the poker face has come down, like a wall. But a wall with cracks in it. The smile is still trying to break through onto his face; his eyes still sparkle as if he's found the most precious thing in the world. Any maybe, he has.

"Yes. This is it Tantei-kun. The whole purpose resurrecting Phantom Thief 1412." Answers KID wistfully.

"And what happens now? Are you going to keep it?" questions the small, quiet voice at his side.

Sighing, Kaitou KID sits down against the low wall surrounding the roof, and pats the space next to him. The small detective sits next to him, his eyes never leaving the phantom's face. Staring at the jewel in his hands, KID contemplates the question earnestly, for he always takes this small detective seriously. Just as he is about to open his mouth, the detective continues.

"Because I don't want this to end. I don't want my safe haven to disappear. There's a limit, you know, to how many times people can die within your vicinity, before you start to think that you are cursed. But here, under the eye of you, self-proclaimed Lady Luck's Favourite, there has never been a death, or any major injury to speak off. Everything is all laughs, and wonder and amazement. You give me one big puzzle wrapped in fun, and intrigue. Here I can enjoy myself, and physically run after you instead of orchestrating everything from the shadows. And if I'm not mistaken, you don't want this to end either. You have too much fun, acting in these plays you create. You thrive on the excitement, the danger, and those looks of amazement you pull from the faces of the taskforce and the fans alike. If you weren't KID, the International Phantom Thief 1412, then what would you be doing? This is as much a part of you as being a detective is a part of me. After knowing you, in this setting for three years, even I can see that."

And the phantom stares at the small detective, amazed at the personal statements that have just fallen, so casually out of his mouth. But being the impersonator that he is, KID can hear the fierceness and sincerity behind these words, and realises that he too, doesn't want KID to die. Not like this. Not just yet. Looking to the side, he sees that the detective has stood up, and is now standing in front of him.

"Can I see the jewel please? I'll promise that I'll be careful." With seriousness in his eyes, and a small hint of pleading, the boy stretches out his arms, hands cupped, waiting. Knowing that the small child will be careful, and thinking that he deserves to see it after all of this time, KID gently placed the jewel in the boy's hands.

The jewel is a perfect cube, edges worn soft after years of handling, but still clear of any imperfections. Raising the jewel to his eye, held between his forefinger and thumb, the detective looks though the jewel straight at the thief. A beam of moonlight catches the jewel, and blinds the small boy.

But bright white is not all that he sees.

Images flash before his eyes, showing him things that he has never seen before. A boy, as old as he should be, perched in the air, flames shooting out of his gloved hands, and sat upon his head. Another flash, and he sees an image of another teen, chucking dynamite covered in red flames at his targets, standing tall as they explode. Another flash, and a scene straight out of a spy movie presents itself. Men in black suits scouting a building, guns in hand. Another flash, and these same men are bowing at the feet of the first teen, kissing his hand. Another flash, and the detective sees a book: the History of the Mafia. The book opens to a page near the end. Date 2011, with the new additions of a teen detective and an international thief, Vongola Decimo takes his first steps to becoming a mafia boss, and changing the mafia to what it is today: protectors of the weak, where normal justice cannot tread. A final flash, and the detective blinks.

"Tantei-kun? Tantei-kun! Edogawa Conan-Kun!" KID's concerned voice enters his mind, and brings the detective back to the world again. Shaking his head seems to settle this new information. And suddenly he understands.

"Pandora, the magical jewel that grants immortality. But there is more than 1 type of immortality, Kaitou KID, and I think that we are about to find ours." Says Conan, his voice deeper than usual, an adults grin, similar to KIDs, appears on his face.

"Tantei-kun, are you ok? What are you talking about" KID kneels in front of the boy, concern all over his face.

"You didn't want this to end did you?" Conan asks, starting the thief straight in the eye. " so let's get going, onwards to our immortality." He stands up straight, arms outstretched, just like KID was earlier. Light glints off of his glasses, in that same way the moon bounces off of KIDs monocle. Baseball cap pulled down low, hiding his eyes, but not the glint, coat flaring around his shoulders in the strong wind, just like KIDs cape, a firm Shinichi grin plastered on his face, he looks up at the moon and shouts:

"let the show begin!"

Conan throws the jewel in a tall arc in the air. As the moonlight bounce off of the cube, beams of light tear off in every direction. However, it is easy to see two blood red tears form, and fall out of the bottom of the jewel. Down these tears fall straight onto the foreheads of two stunned boys. Slowly the tears sink in, and the boys close their eyes.

There they stand in a space as purple as the jewel itself. KID looks in front of him and sees his favourite Tantei-kun. He blinks, and no longer is it a small 10 year old boy who is stood in front of him. But the one and only famous high school detective Shinichi Kudo, who has been missing for these past three years. His childhood friend who he hasn't seen in over 7 years. Again he blinks, this time in shock, and once again it's the small boy, Conan Edogawa, who stands before him. One chibi-tantei who first appeared at a heist 3 years ago.

Conan Edogawa, one shrunken Shinichi Kudo, looks in front of him and sees the International Phantom Thief 1412, who his Dad named KID. But slowly the image changes. The Hat comes off, revealing brown hair, similar to his own, but more untameable. The Suit and Cape change colour and shape, becoming casual jeans and a t-shirt. And finally, the monocle is removed, revealing blue eyes with a hint of indigo. And there standing before him, is his childhood friend Kaito Kuroba, magician extraordinaire.

Both blink at the same time, and suddenly, they are back, on a rooftop, in Tokyo, in Japan. Staring at each other, neither move from their positions as the jewel starts its decent and lands in Conan's frozen outstretched hand. The heavy weight in his hand acts as a trigger, and the boy backs away from the Kaitou until his hips meet the wall opposite. KID equally shocked starts to walk forward, mouth trying to work, with only strangled noises as a result.

But the detective and thief are not the only ones who witnessed this display of magical power. Snake, sniper, and hunter of Kaitous, has also seen the jewel glow bright. He now knows that this jewel is Pandora, and that jewel is exactly what he needs. Lining up his target in the crosshairs, he shoots the frozen unsuspecting young boy who currently has hold of the jewel.

BANG!

The shot is heard, and to KID, in seemingly slow motion, the detective jerks, blood blooming from a wound on the shoulder, and falls backwards off of the low wall of the roof.

"Shinichi!" shouts KID in desperation as he jumps over the wall and grabs the child, who amazingly still has a death grip on the jewel.

"You called me Shinichi… [Cough] …why?" rasps the boy.

"That's what I saw when Pandora's tear fell on me" comes the reply

"Yeah, Kai [cough, cough]… me too" confirms Conan, or Shinichi.

"Don't worry Shin-Chan, I won't let you die. I'm going to fly in a sec, so prepare yourself. It's going to hurt, but at least you are chibi sized, I couldn't do this otherwise." Pushing the button on his buckle, the glider opens, drawing a cry from his childhood friend as the jolt moves the wound.

Snake, watching this, realises that the boy still has hold of the jewel. That jewel is mine; you are not getting away with it. I need it for my Usagi. With this thought in his head, Snake aims for the flying Dove, and shoots, aiming to kill.

Just as he shoots, KID turns the glider, preparing to go to his nearest safe house. So instead of hitting the Phantom, it hits the support pillar for the glider, and both go crashing to the ground.

Turning around, believing that surely from this height, the fall will kill both the Dove and the kid, he walks to the waiting helicopter and leaves the scene of the crime. Once the jewel is back in the possession of its owners, then he'll return and steal it for himself.

KID, plummeting towards the ground, grips the small boy closer to him. "I… Shinichi, I'm Sorry" he whispers, before falling into unconsciousness like his friend.

AN: So here it is, the first chapter. Hope you all like it. I hope calling Conan 'the boy' all the time wasn't too confusing, but I didn't want to call him Conan until Kaitou KID did. This is my first time writing a heist, and I had quite a bit of fun writing it. A lot of it I can imagine in my head. The bit about different types of immortality was kinda my main focus of this story. Well kinda not, but it's one of the first ideas that I came up with. I think that Kaito would prefer the immortality of famousness for his deeds rather than living for eternity. I think living for eternity would be far too boring for him, don't you?

BTW, I'd really like your views on what kind of relationship these two have after three years.

So next chapter is from the POV of the Hitman Reborn world, specifically Tsuna. So see you next time. I'll try to take into consideration any critics you all may have, but since I've written the next two chapters that might not be possible.

Keep reading on after that for a heist between KID and Conan and the Vongola Family- boy are the flame users in for hell.

Lots of love and cookies

Phantom Hitman 1412.

First published 09/12/2011

grammar edits 10/ 01/ 2012