「divine wind」

Yes, Hakuba had seen her leave, and yes, he had burned. With anger, with jealousy, with something else entirely and he forced a hateful smile as he saw that man lead her from the stage. Play your game, Miss d’Arc… Nothing would give me more pleasure than to see the entirety of your performance. 

He lied to himself, of course. Yes, he wanted to see what she could do; despite his interest in homicide, it seemed that he always collected the most interesting of thieves to deal with. She was certainly one of them, easily in the top three… 

The detective forced himself to relax his posture, hands unclenching from his sides as he went about his work, investigating everyone else on the floor. Soon, soon… 

.. Was what she thought, before something shot into the ground in front of her before the phantom thief could even take a step further. Jeanne tried to take a look at the object, but was forced to dodge as another came whizzing at her. Wait. Whizzing at her? A flash of color registered in her mind as she moved out of its way.

It looks like a dart. No.. it's a bolt! A crossbow bolt!

"Demon! Show yourself!"

A poisonous laugh and a figure in the shadows of the room made themselves apparent. The owner, now sporting a malicious expression à la demon, held a hunting crossbow. Currently aimed at her.

"Well, well, well. You finally made it, God's Warrior. I was getting a little tired of waiting, you know."

Before Jeanne could spit out a reply, another bolt came her way, fast. Dodging it with ease, she turned again to speak to the demon when something else came at her. And another. And another. However, these bolts weren't from the crossbow, they were of demonic variety. 

From behind? Oh.. crap.

Although the thief was alone with the demon, she was surrounded. The demon had created some sort of energy field that could apparently shoot out bolts of demonic energy. This had to be a pretty strong demon to have this sort of ability. And thanks to this unfortunately talented demon, she was actually further from the target portrait than when she started. Each inch to the painting was going to take some doing. 

Faaaantastic.

Again, that horrible laugh came, oozing triumph along with malice. "I'm pretty well known amongst the demons for hunting, you know. Imagine how happy I was that this human I possessed also likes to hunt. Humans, hunting. Ha! Priceless! But oh so many fun toys.." The possessed owner patted the crossbow fondly, without taking its eyes off of her. "I understand you're supposed to be hunting us demons down.. but it seems like I'm doing the hunting here, don't you think? Actually, think fast!"

All at once, a crossbow bolt and 3 bolts of demonic energy came straight for her from multiple directions. 

Suddenly very glad for her regular training, Jeanne expertly dodged the first energy bolt by quickly swerving her body in an arch, then moving to the right to let the crossbow bolt miss, with a spin to the left had the second bolt whizzing past, and finally, a backwards bend took care of the last.

Ha! And I am.. 2 feet closer to the painting. Just a little more.. I only have one shot or else I'm going to get shot by something! Please Hakuba, I like your face a lot, but just hold off until this is done?

Just then, the door opened.

He smiled and gently took her hand, bending down on a knee as he raised it and placed his lips upon it. Then he looked back up.

With that, the blonde removed her hand from his and tweaked his nose with a grin. 

He went a million shades of red the instant he realized he was only in a pair of boxers. He had been on his way to a case, and his mouth was dry and caked with a disgusting taste, which meant the culprit had to be one person; and he had his clothes. Hakuba was going to murder him, forget his peaceful nature, he was going to murder the thief because now he had to make it to his car, and home, without anyone noticing he was practically naked.

Of course, he first had to figure out where he was.

Well, not impossible, but certainly not easy either. Whyyy did KID have to pick his heist to be at such an inconvenient time? Annoying! What else could this day bring-

Just then, violet eyes had captured an interesting sight when the thief had opened her door. A most compromisingly dressed young man seemed to be sneaking across the hall. If anything, he looked like a jilted lover got the best of him. 

Before she could stop herself, she had uttered a clearly audible, “Oh my.”

          “A—ah, I was just saying some things to myself, nothing you need to worry yourself over.” He’s lied. It’s a gigantic lie. The poor teen was just grumbling about his grades in school, which are not good considering it’s his last year in high school. 

...Uh? The only reason the blonde had asked about the other's well-being was because of how much he was sweating. If the amount of concern positively corresponded with the amount of sweat this guy was putting out now, she was a little more worried.

Until she realized she actually had caught a few words of his whispering.

[HAKUBA’S KAITOU KISSING BOOTH]

"But, of course! As if someone like KID had the exclusive right to the title of 'kaitou.'" 

"After all, you'd never know who'd steal it."

None of them were familiar, he was in some sort of… well, where was he, was the question. Maybe this would be better in human form. With that thought in mind, white scales became pale, human flesh as bones resized and popped out and into place. Once where a tall dragon stood, a cheerful male with white hair and grey eyes stood. Freckles dusted his face, and a cheerful grin was in place.

I.. saw it. So much for a casual stroll after a heist. Jeanne had vaguely wondered what could have created such a dragon-shaped silhouette in the dim light of the street lamp. Who would have guessed that it'd be an actual dragon? Not that the stranger looked much like one now. In fact, he looked like a normal young guy, who was lost, apparently.

"You're in Tokyo, Japan, in a residential area of Meguro-ku. If you don't mind, can you tell me who you are? ..Including, what you are?"

All the while, the blonde said this with a pleasant smile and her hands clasped harmlessly behind her back as she came closer to the other. Inwardly, the warrior in her was alert to see if this being was a threat. Her mission was to vanquish the demons that plagued the humans, but she would rise to defend against any other being of evil. Although.. As much as Jeanne d'Arc was heralded as the lady knight, she fought for France in a war against humans, not dragons like the knights of fairytales. 

"Did you.. see it?" No, no no no, nooo.. Quick, cover up! "What's on this paper, that is. I just.. happened upon it and it seems quite confusing." The blonde let out a hollow laugh, which was, she supposed wincing at herself when she heard it come out of herself, better than one filled with nervousness. Just barely.

Oh boy. He knew the time would come when his roguish good looks wouldn’t be enough to worm out of a bad situation. It’s like talking to Mika. Except she’s blonde and less annoyed looking.

"Yeah! My baby’s outside, the slate Vulcan 900 Classic. Got a 903cc V-Twin engine and she rides like a dream.” 

"A cruiser, huh? That model is a pretty one."

"Mine's a Suzuki Hayabusa, with a 1340cc engine."

He smiled and gently took her hand, bending down on a knee as he raised it and placed his lips upon it. Then he looked back up.

"I'm sure the pleasure's all mine, Kaitou KID."

Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne. ✩