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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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[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?

[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.

[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?

A nasty little ghostie.

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

But as you can see, I'm fine~

A ghost...? Did you go after the ghost that hurt Melissa-san?! [She looked almost terrified then, worry that Kaito go an exploding bullet in the back and springing like that wouldn't help and...

And...

And this wasn't a gotten hurt Kaito. She'd seen it enough that this...this wasn't that.]

...you're not fine. [Walking towards him, looking around. No one else? Good.]

....Kaito, don't put on a poker face for Aoko. Tell her what's wrong.

[his expression is dark - not quite nasty, but it gives the impression it could go there very quickly]

Wrong? You're wrong.

This is isn't who you think it is~

[sketches something like a bow, mockingly]

1412, noisy miss. 1412.

[She frowns, still walking closer to try and get a better look, but a bit more cautious in her steps.]

1412? You never go by that name. Even dad insists on you being called Kid.

[laughs]

Foolish little Nakamori man, always failing.

Why should he decide my name?

[Scowls.] He's not always failing!

Because that's the name everyone calls you!

Not where I come from.

[his smile is decidedly nasty now, gesturing mockingly]

Your Nakamori man has never even touched my cape~ So I say again, always failing.

[Her eyes narrowed dangerously.]

And that's a good thing, Bakaito! It'd break his heart if he saw you up close!

[he laughs]

If he saw me up close, it would be in those beautiful few seconds before he died.

[Hello alarm bells. So nice to meet you.]

What...are you talking about? [Looks confused.]

The Nakamori man's death, of course!

Blood flying, turning white to red and darkening it forever more... I think he deserves something special for his dedication, though it's been such a boring chase.

[Have a long, confused stare.]

...this isn't funny, Kaito.

I keep telling you.

[or other Aoko's, but you're all the same, all with those half-remembered bedamned memories]

Not. Him.

Not. My name.

You've told Aoko no such thing.

[Crosses her arms and glares.]

And you ARE Kaito. Aoko knows. She's known for months and months!

[laughs, highpitched and so very not amused]

Months and months! Little girl, who are you to cause memories?

An Aoko, a police fool's chit of a child, and who knows a name that belongs To The DEAD!!

[Looks startled at that. And then annoyed.]

What does tha-

[For a moment, she's thinking Kaito's son did the same thing he did after Kaito died. A horrifying thought, but...he kept talking about her like se was the age she was now, wasn't he?]

Don't joke like that! You're right here, Bakaito! [And now storming closer.] Stop playing around!

I'm not playing.

Very, very not.

[he draws the card-gun from inside his jacket, pointing it at you with a deliberate 'click' of the safety going off]

[And Aoko freezes, looking shocked and staring at the gun.]

What...?

A-re-re-re, she looks so shocked~

I wonder why that is?

[his voice has slipped up to the range of a child - nearly Conan's, but tinged with his own inflections]

.... [Okay, that was creepy to see.]

Kaito...what happened to you?

[he fires at her, angry, not caring where he hits with these sharp razor-edge cards]

[he hisses, angry]

Not Kaito.

[She freezes as it goes right by her face, cutting her cheek.]

Kaito...

[This...this was messed up. So very, very wrong, all of it.]