justonetruth | (no subject)

[growls, then spins abruptly and goes to grab your collar, wanting you at his eye-level]

[if you don't dodge, he'll slam you against the wall, and growl, not caring about pain or poker face, or anythign except getting you to react]

[Being slammed against the wall hurts, yes, makes his breath leave in a woosh, makes him wince slightly, might have even cracked a rib, depending on the force. But this is a fun game.

His own direct involvement isn't usually part of his games, he's prefers watching others write and twist and realize they can't escape. Solving murders he inspired. Making people work for him.

This is fun though, making KID lose Poker Face.

The only reaction he gives is a sharp, predatory smile, and a slight change in his breathing. Now this is a fun game. He is involved in this game.]

[digging his knuckles into your chest as he grips your shirt, face back to the familiar blank smirk, though there's a dark twist to it]

[grabs for your wrist with his free hand and twists enough to cause pain, but not -quite- enough to make anything snap. yet]

Having fun?

[His breath comes in shuddering gasps, heart beating rapidly, words strained, reacting to the danger and the pain but not to fear, because there was no fear. This was beautiful, how the thief had been broken, broken enough to be almost unrecognizable. It's a work of art, even more than the way he plays on emotions and hatred to drive people to murder.]

It's always fun, watching insanity.

[How will the thief react to that accusation? Shinichi wants to see this. Wants to watch. Wants to meet the person that did this to Kuroba Kaito.]

[drawing back just enough with his fist to slam you against the wall again, face a completely unreadable blank mask]

[how dare he - don't you dare - i'm not - did you hear what he said]

[low growl] I'm not mad. Insanity is for fools.

[twisting further on your wrist without really noticing it, glaring at you, wanting to make you understand that he isn't-]

I'm not mad.

[Gasping for breath through a sharp, strained, predatory smile.

Gods this was beautiful.

The pain barely registered, even though he felt ribs crack, felt his wrist twisting towards the breaking point.

Broken, so broken.

Tone light, a mocking childish sing-song.]

Mad, foolish, stupid Kaito. Doesn't even realize he's insane. Poor child.

[howls like a wounded animal, and flings you away from him]

NOT MAD!

[chibi-chibi learnt not to say that, learnt not to push him, never to say that if they wanted to remain rivals, wanted to play one last game together - they'd made a pact after all - but here was this one PUSHING and not STOPPING-]

[shaking a little and glaring at where he threw you, purely by chance not into a wall]

[The floor is cold and hard and hurts as he lands. But KID's reaction. Oh. God. That reaction.

So he rises shakily to his feet, hands in his pockets, smirk on his face.

My win.]

Having fun yet?

[his hands are twitching by his sides, glaring at you, wanting to grab and choke like he's never done before, wanting your death to be so close and personal]

[but he can't, can he? no contract to hold against you - he can't kill you without a contract -]

I will be.

[stalking towards you again, like some kind of avenging wraith]

[He watches, stands still, doesn't run. KID isn't going to kill him.]

I suppose you must have fun, being who you are now.

More fun than the Kaito I knew back home. He was happy, had a family, had a girl he loved. But no games like yours.

[pauses, looking at you with his head cocked slightly to one side]

Girl? A girl he loved?

[shakes his head, fingertips pressing to the side of his forehead, muttering to himself]

Kaito never existed, never had a father, never killed his mother because she wouldn't listen--

[stops suddenly, looking at you with a sharp glare]

Stop calling me Kaito.

The Kaito I know was a happy person.

He wore a suit like you're wearing now, but people loved him, cheered for him. He stole gemstones while the crowds looked on and applauded under the moonlight. No one cared that he was a criminal, no one cared that there were warrents for his arrest in nations all over the globe. He was a magician and the people loved him. International Criminal 1412 was what INTERPOL called him.

[Still light, still mocking. Just enough truth to be true. He hated KID. A criminal and the crowds loved him.]

Words, just words. [sharp, high-pitched laugh]

I know better than to trust you - though you are telling me some truth, aren't you?

[small, soft smile]

1412~ Such a pretty set of numbers.

[laughs again] But still just words~

[A smirk.]

What was a lie there, 1412? What kind of detective would I be if I lied about a criminal?

The crowds loved him. Loved the criminal more than the detectives out to catch him. That was wrong of them, but they were just people, and crowds of people are stupid.

I wouldn't have killed him if they hadn't loved him so much. He was smart enough to make things fun for me.

[His tone shifts there, a flicker of anger.

KID made things fun, made cases hard, but he took the spotlight off of the detectives who chased him.]

[a low chuckle] [he's regaining himself, slipping back out of sheer rage and into his normal mood- testing, teasing, amused by everything in his path]

So it was a jealous chibi-chan who wanted him dead, was it?

[steps a little closer, smiling]

Jealous little chibi-chan, all alone in the spotlight~

[Anger, hot and red and welling up behind his eyes, staining his vision. KID wasn't allowed to say something like that, not to him. No one was allowed to question him.

A smirk, more forced than before, and the adreneline rush was wearing off, and he was in pain.]

Yes, all alone in the spotlight. I like it like that. More cases to solve that way, more criminals to catch.

So lonely~

Not even a beloved to share it with...

[smiles, steps forwards again,]

Because she's moving on now, isn't she? Leaving you behind for another love.... While you lag behind in that tiny little body, chibi-chan

[his smile is just as sympathetic, tone sugary sweet, but he loves that show of emotion on your face, your hurt, welling up from some hidden place. If you won't react to the physical, there are other ways of playing games]

[A sudden laugh, amused.]

Is that what's happening to your chibi? Is he being left behind? Poor chibi-chan forgot to make sure she'd stay waiting for him.

[That was a mistake, KID's mistake, assuming things would work the same in different worlds.

It's KID's turn to play detective, to try and break him. The thief is going to fail.]

[low laugh]

But my chibi-chibi doesn't care about the rusted heart of gold, the beloved that-never-was.

[smirks] Others do. You care... Ghostie cared an ~awful~ lot.

Poor beloved, always left behind. Chibi-chan can be so cruel, can't he?

Oh, I care? Why would you think that, Kaito?

[Ran... He didn't love her. Didn't love anyone. But she was in love with him, belonged to him.]

[a flick of his hand and deadly silver was in it again, another blade pointed at the chibi]

Call me that again and I'll take your eyes.

[an easy promise, with a charming smile, forgetting about the question for now]

[it's so easy to forget things when something sparks in the only sense you have left, demanding attention from the rest of your twisted mind]

Words, just words.

[Mocking repitition of the thief's own words, but he realizes the danger from the knife, his arm burns and reminds him that the knife is sharp and can hurt him.]

And you said yourself, Kaito never existed, never had a father, never killed his mother because she wouldn't listen---

Where's the harm in calling you by the name of someone who never existed?

[watching the play of light over the knife as he flips it idly over his knuckles, like another magician might do with a coin]

Considered that 1412 doesn't like it, maybe, hm?

[catches the knife, and spreads his arms]

I am who I am who I am - not your dead little Kaito.

Never had a name? Never had a family? What a sad life.

[He's in pain, and the fading activity in the room is leaving him exhausted. This stupid little child-body wasn't made to stay this alert, this tense. But he doesn't let it show, just smirks a bit, watching the knife.]

I don't need another life.

[chuckles, and knows he won't need it because of his glorious rival - he'll be there one day, not chibi-chibi any more, taller and looking like him, his own face reflected]

[and then they'll play one last glorious time]