Chapter Text
Ginzo wasn’t stupid. He always knew that Kid had changed…
But he didn’t think, not more than a few intrusive thoughts, that they were different people. A lot of things can happen in eight years; you can change your personality. And the younger look? Well, Kid was a master in disguise, he could change it to fit the theme.
But when KID showed up, with the exact same smile than nine years before and that moustache, Ginzo knew that he was the original; and that meant that the one that had been doing the heists the past year wasn’t.
But KID didn’t seem bothered to have an impostor; he didn’t mention it, like he was going to pretend that there wasn’t a change at all. That told Ginzo that, more than just aware, he was fine with the other thief.
And that only could mean one thing: they were related.
Ginzo didn’t know how. But the new Kid’s age must be on the younger side, since that was his preferred disguise; and with the eight years gap…
It was KID’s kid. That was the only thing that made sense.
The day he figured it out he decided to come back home early. And that’s when he saw him.
Through the next house’s window, the unmistakable figure of Kuroba Touichi.
And he hadn’t seen Kaito in a while.
He returned to his car and looked at the time; school had already ended, but he had heard Aoko say that Kaito was going to visit the Blue Parrot today, so he started to drive there.
Ginzo didn't know how his daughter and some of her friends got rid of Touichi, but honestly? He didn't care. He just was happy that his second son was happier, and had started to join them in the family meals again. Even if he didn't wanted to talk about anything.
Ginzo wasn’t there the first time The Pandora’s Box showed up —he was in a different part of the building, preparing traps for KID.
And he didn’t see any of the video clips that were around the social media. He barely knew that they existed, because of rumors between his officials.
So he wasn’t prepared to see them the next time KID made a heist.
Specifically, he wasn’t prepared to see them.
Because those were his kids and their friends.
He arrived home a few hours latter, planning how to get them together, but when he entered the living room he found Aoko, Keiko and Kaito sitting on the sofa, talking happily.
He stood in front of them and crossed his arms. “Bring you two other friends here. We need to talk.”