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[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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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]

[A smirk, a faint laugh.]

[smiles faintly back, but if you won't speak, he shan't either - it's too much effort to be inventive when his mind is more off-kilter than usual, too much to tease and taunt when you're looking so exhausted]

[better to just smirk faintly and watch you]

[The respite is a bad thing, letting him calm down, go over what just happened. He takes a deeper breath than he had been taking, and his ribs flare with pain. A wince, a grimace, and he grabs his side with his aching wrist, trying to do something that would make the pain stop. Something is cracked, broken maybe, and it hurts to breathe.]

[chuckles]

Having fun?

[uses your voice for that question, parroting back to you what you said]

[He grits his teeth, smiles against the pain.]

Your tatics lack finesse. No real talent for intimidation.

[soft, quiet singing]

Liar, liar, pants on fire~

[quick, sharp smile, mocking]

'Yes, all alone in the spotlight.'

[and sure to replicate it with that hint of anger he heard before]

What have I lied about?

[He's not a liar, never a liar. How dare this criminal call him a liar.]

'No real talent for intimidation'?

I made you angry.

I'm making you angry, little liar.

That's not intimidated, that's pissed off. There's a difference, Kaito.

[Anger is hard for him to control, harder than anything else. But he has a knife in the thief, a name he can use over and over again and drive the criminal to distraction.

So he's going to use it.]

I warned you.

[one step, two step, and he's swinging you into the air for a second time, holding you up by your collar, knife sharp in his other hand, and his face a mask of dark anger]

[And the stun-gun watch is there, up and ready, aimed between the thief's eyes.]

[watching you very carefully, knife still held ready to slice]

[fascination in his words as he says them quietly]

So the little chibi will fight back.

[a smile, almost breathless with anticipation]

What does he have to hurt me with, hm? Poison?

[Silence. Doesn't move.

He's annoyed with himself for fighting back, annoyed at his own weakness. He wasn't planning to fight back.]

No answer?

[touching the blade of the knife to your side, just enough pressure to tell it's there]

Answer me, little liar. How do you want to make me hurt?

[His breath is coming shakily again, but not from excitement this time. He's hurt and angry and there is a thin tendril of fear beginning to worm its way through him.

So he glares, but doesn't speak.]

[thin smile, mocking, he knows what he sees, and he's going to test it]

Scared?

[lets go of you, simply lets you fall to the floor at his feet]