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[theother1412.livejournal.com]

[If you're of a mind to be around a particular area - about where a certain deceased detective was a while ago, in fact - you might just notice a white-clad thief leaning against a wall]

[It's not a casual slump, nor an elegant one - it's the slump of the exhausted, and he certainly looks it - his hat pulled down low, some papers held in one hand, and his eyes half-lidded, seeing nothing in particular]

[a little while after this] [all Shinichi be warned] [in fact, -everyone- be warned]

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[just-add-aptx.livejournal.com]

[Have a chibi-chibi?]

What are you doing, thief?

[He's gotten over being surprised by the dead living here, but KID... that was an impressive death, and he can't help but gloat a bit.]

[theother1412.livejournal.com]

[silence for a long moment, and then 1412 stirs, papers rustling in his hand - you look closer, and you might notice that they're ofuda]

...Chibi?

[still hasn't turned to look at you, and his tone is quiet, testing]

[just-add-aptx.livejournal.com]

Not your chibi, thief. My thief's dead.

[theother1412.livejournal.com]

[low chuckle, and now he does look at you from under the hat brim, something half crazed in his shadowes eyes]

So casual, chibi-chan.

So very.... casual.

How long did he last? Against you? Hm?

[just-add-aptx.livejournal.com]

[For an instant he freezes, startled and trapped. He's metantei Kudo Shinichi, the savior of the Japanese police force. If KID could just listen to him and tell... he wasn't slipping up. No. Not him. Not at all.

And this KID is just insane, he can tell from the expression, the stance, the tone.

No one can catch him, he's the Heisei Holmes and the Heisei Moriarty at the same time. Invincible.]

Not long. Not long at all.

[moptothehead]

[Aoko, unfortunately, is not warned. She's used to being whisked to strange places (and even multiple Kaitos) thanks to the Cove, but she's not yet aware of all the dangers of the Dressing Room. She approaches 1412, deeply concerned and completely forgetting about her quest to explore the mansion -- and not at all aware that this isn't her current best friend and lover]

Kaito...?

[Something's wrong. Something's very wrong. Is he hurt?]

[theother1412.livejournal.com]

[no response, no movement - except that his careful breathing in and out stills at the sound of that name]

[that name]

[that he thought

he'd

forgotten]

[moptothehead]

[Comes closer, a hand reaching out to him]

Kaito, what's wrong?

[nothing in her voice but concern and worry]

[theother1412.livejournal.com]

[knocks your hand away before it can touch him, and hisses a breath out, a quiet explosive rush of air]

[he won't back away from you, you just a little girl-]

[-but he doesn't want to hear that name, not from you who make him remember a time that was before - he doesn't want to-- can't make him-]

....switching accounts just because this one has the better icon set. |D;

[moptothehead]

[The action shocks her, and she stares at him a moment before her expression turns determined]

Kaito.

[She steps even closer, trying to see his face below the brim of his hat, eyes seeking his. He looks so broken that she would have been hugging him right now-- except she can't tell if he's hurt, and if he is she doesn't want to further the damage]

What happened?

[clover-queen.livejournal.com]

{Kaitoko notices this version of hers exhaustion, and is strongly reminded of herself, after Oyaji had...}

{She moves quietly to his side, and leans against the wall.}

What happened?

{This is going to be interesting...}

[theother1412.livejournal.com]

[stills as someone comes close to him, stands next to him - so trusting, the fool - and he takes their hand as insurance]

[so easy to kill when you hold their hand]

Who?

[he looks at you from under a shadowed brim, only a glint of his eyes visible]

[abluechild.livejournal.com]

What? You!?

[theother1412.livejournal.com]

[looks up and just- looks at you for one long moment]

[you remind him of something half-forgotten... something...]

Me.

[abluechild.livejournal.com]

What are you doing here?

[theother1412.livejournal.com]

Breathing.

Seeing.

Talking to the little miss~

[brief flicker of amusement in his voice]

[abluechild.livejournal.com]

Well don't. Aoko doesn't want to talk to you. [she turns her nose up at him]

[really-is-7.livejournal.com]

Kaitou Kid? Not like you to hang around in the open.

[Have a Conan looking at you curiously and looking quite innocent at that.]

[theother1412.livejournal.com]

[you sound wrong]

[looks up, and that's wrong as well, where's that little glint he knows, that he can always see, that lets him know you're going to be like him again one day-?]

Kid? [voice rough, and he's talking to you, and about himself at once]

[really-is-7.livejournal.com]

[No strange glint in his eye. He's as innocent as any oth-well, okay, a bit LESS innocent than other sever year olds because of the whole over exposure to death thing, but pretty innocent compared to other Conans.]

[Blinks and looks confused.] Yeah...you're Kaitou Kid.

[theother1412.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head slowly, smiling]

Not a Kaitou, nor a Kid. Wrong person, kid.

[thirdpersonmop.livejournal.com]

[This particuarly Aoko is new to the Dressing Room, though not new to places of pure insanity.]

Kaito! Wormmon! Hello? Anyone?

[She's hoping it's not just her here. At least if her partner was, there's be some reassurance to fight back.]

Ran-chan! Conan-kun!

[And then she turns the corner and sees him. She freezes, surprised at the outfit. She hadn't expected it. But then she takes in the rest. He looked...so worn out.]

Kait- [A pause. No, she wasn't giving his identity away.] Kaitou Kid?

[theother1412.livejournal.com]

[he hears her shouting before she's in view. so noisy]

[tilts his head almost idly to look at you, tucking that sheaf of papers away]

Noisy little miss.

[thirdpersonmop.livejournal.com]

[And that? That was Aoko's every sense going off with the warning of 'wrong.'

Something was very, very wrong.]

What's happened to you?

[theother1412.livejournal.com]

A nasty little ghostie.

[springs away from the wall lightly, spreading his arms for display]

But as you can see, I'm fine~