Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan, Magic Kaito (although I dearly wish I did) for they belong to Aoyama Gosho.

Angel

Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that would make it okay
~~~
“Hello? Yes, that’s me… Oh no… It can’t be! Not Toichi! No…!”
Little Kuroba Kaito spied in from the living room. His mother, who had just hung up the phone, was in tears and broke down on the dining room table.
‘Why is mommy crying?’
Gingerly, he stepped into the dining room and tugged at his mother’s arm. “Mommy? Are you okay, Mommy?”
“Oh Kaito!” She burst into tears once more and hugged Kaito close. “Oh Kaito, Kaito, Kaito…”
“Mommy?”
She pulled away and looked Kaito in the eye. “Kaito, you look so much like your father. You have the same eyes,” she said.
Kaito didn’t understand. “Daddy? When’s Daddy coming back?”
Pearly tears gathered in his mother’s eyes. “He’s not coming back, Kaito. He’s gone.”
~~~
There's always some reason to feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
~~~
Little eight-year-old Kaito blinked. “What do you mean Daddy’s gone?”
Mrs. Kuroba wiped away the tears. “When Daddy was away,” she explained, “there was an accident at the magic show, and now h-he’s…” Kaito’s mother found herself unable to finish.
But Kaito heard no more. He was in total deny of what he just heard. “But Daddy’s the best magician in the world! H-he can’t be dead!”
Before his mother could comfort him, Kaito had already run off.
~~~
I need some distraction, a beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
~~~
Alone. All alone.
“Daddy can’t die from a magic accident, he’s the best magician on Earth. He can’t be dead, he just can’t…”
Rain pounded on the little treehouse Kaito and Toichi built. With only his pet pigeon Magik for companion, Kaito wept.
“I refuse to believe Daddy, the best magician in the world, died from a magic accident!” he declared through tears. Almost as if he expected someone to come and reassure him, he slumped back into the corner of the treehouse and began to sob even harder. And only his faithful pigeon was there to console his heavy soul.
~~~
Let me be empty, oh and weightless, and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
~~~
“Mom has to be lying, it can’t be true,” Kaito whimpered, trying to reassure himself. Magik loyally stayed by his side, cooing in his ear.
All through the night, Kaito stayed in the treehouse, until he fell asleep dreaming, and his mother carried him to bed.
~~~
In the arms of the angel,
Fly away from here
~~~
“Kaito?”
“Uh-huh?”
“Are you okay?”
“…”
Up in the treehouse, Kaito and his best friend, Nakamouri Aoko gathered around Kaito’s messy heap of magic cards, manga and other junk. The pigeon egg from 2 of Kaito’s pigeons had just hatched the day before, Aoko wanted to see it. They regularly met on the weekends, and being Kaito’s childhood friend, Aoko was deeply concerned about Kaito’s depressed behavior. Most of the time he was cheerful, merry, bright, and even a tad irritating and comical. It wasn’t like him to brood.
~~
From this dark, cold hotel room,
And the endlessness that you fear
~~~
His eyes were starting to water again. Kaito pushed them back; he didn’t want to cry in front of Aoko.
Immediately, Aoko noticed it, and said, with an empathetic tone in her voice, “It’s going to be all right, Kaito. Don’t worry. Everything will turn out fine.”
His eyes meet hers, and in a flash, Kaito saw concern and caring in her eyes that words could not describe.
And he could have sworn he saw a glimmer of childhood love.
~~~
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
~~~
Forgotten dreams from the night before flooded back into Kaito’s memory in a sudden rush. Answers for questions never asked, visions of the phantom from the past, and a reason for living all came to him.
Aoko’s brilliant blue eyes stared into his, as if trying to peek into the inner depths of his mind, and gave a look of anxiety.
“Everything’s going to be okay…”
~~~
You're in the arms of the angel,
May you find some comfort here.
~~~
Choking back tears, Kaito gave a sad smile and whispered, “Yeah, it is…”
~~~
So tired of this straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
~~~
The sun set, and Kaito went to bed. As soon as he closed his eyes, the same reverie played in his mind a second time.
The dream, it had seemed so real, vivid, swift.
In the depths of night, a caped figure in the moonlight. Clad in a white tuxedo, top hat, and a single gleaming monocle on his right eye.
Like a magician, he disappeared from sight in a puff of smoke, and escaped from the police with a stolen diamond in hand.
~~~
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack.
~~~
With a BANG, the picture was shattered and out of the seeping darkness emerged a group of men, all dressed in black. The one in front held up a smoking gun, and fired two more times before the entire scene went black. Kaito could almost feel himself plunging into shadow. Everything was as cold as ice, and everything was black.
~~~
It don't make no difference, escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
~~~
A dying light glowed in Kaito’s dreams, vibrating and shining a silver light. It seemed to echo his name, and grow with a warm welcoming feeling. Memories of his father came flowing back.
The blinding light flashed, giving off a shimmering image of Kuroba Toichi’s faint ghost. No, it should not be called a ghost; a haunting vision of dead spirits, but it looked more like a seraph, an angel with a warm, welcoming, and kind embrace. If Kaito had not known better, he could swear he saw feathers, drifting slowly. They were either feathers of pigeons Kaito and his father were so close with, or from another pair of wings…
“Have faith,” the angel called. “The truth will reveal itself in time.”
And everything went black.
~~~
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees.
~~~
In the darkness of the night, no one could see the single tear that rolled down Kaito’s face as he said faintly in his sleep, “Dad…”
~~~
In the arms of the angel,
Fly away from here
~~~
Even since that day, Kaito dedicated himself to magic completely, determined to follow in his father’s legacy. As he grew up, his magic tricks where unmatched by any other. He took up the title as KID, the phantom thief, just as his father had been.
~~~
From this dark, cold hotel room,
And the endlessness that you fear
~~~
He got up in that very white tuxedo, top hat and monocle that he saw in his dream, escape from Inspector Nakamouri and Hakuba Saguru, and even once encountered the men in black.
“I hope you’re proud of me Dad,” Kaito said one night as he looked out into the dark cosmos from his bedroom window. It may have just been his imagination, but Kaito thought that he saw a streak of light in the sky, like a meteor or something, the second he finished saying that.
‘Make a wish,’ a voice said in his head. “Alright then,” he whispered to himself, “I wish… I could see my dad again…”
~~~
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
~~~
Stroke of midnight, and dreams swept over Kaito. An intense radiance shined with all the glory of the spectrum, and from out of the light came a form Kaito knew all too well.
“D-dad? Is that you?”
The glowing being smiled. “I couldn’t be prouder of you, Kaito…”
“Dad…” Kaito reached out his hand, trying to feel if the vision of his father was real or just a mirage or something. It went right through him like a ghost.
Toichi floated towards Kaito as if he was going to hug him, but faded into mist.
~~~
You're in the arms of the angel,
May you find some comfort here.
~~~
As the haze faded, feathers emerged and the body of his father had transformed into a pigeon that flew out of sight.
Kaito watched it as it disappeared into the sky, and grinned.
~~~
You're in the arms of the angel,
May you find some comfort here.
~~~
Aoko and Kaito met, as they always did on the weekends, and took a small trip down memory lane. They sat around Kaito’s treehouse, looking at their old photos and pictures.
“Remember when that dove hatched?” Aoko said. “We were about 8, weren’t we?”
“Yeah.” Kaito fed that very same pigeon that was born the day his father died.
“You don’t look very happy in this picture,” pointed out Aoko, taking the photo out of the album. “Oh, wait, your dad died the day before didn’t he?” she said with sympathy in her voice. “You seem to have gotten over it.”
The pigeon flapped its wings as Kaito flashed a smile at it and replied, “Well, now I know that my dad, Toichi, has always been with me.
And he stroked his pigeon gently, the one named Toichi.

Woo! FLUFF. Didn't I say?