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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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[her vision goes white for a moment, and she staggers, and swoons--

-- don't faint don't faint don't faint --

-- but recovers, cradling her wrist to her chest. Her words are rough from the effort]

That's a lie.

[he really does have no one. What happened to Aya, to her father, to--]

...What happened to me on your world?

A little girl, with a daddy who's never home and an assassin keeping tabs because someday it might be useful for leverage.

Trying so hard to fit in... So very hard.

[his voice is smooth, unfeeling, then tainted with mocking sympathy]

[but when his gaze lands on her, it slides away likes water, constantly moving - she's too close, too much, and memories of a brighter time, before the dark and the blood and the swirling madness took over - threatening to break through and make thing worse]

[she can't stop the flinch, the words touching on a hidden pain that took a long time to go away, if it ever did. How much harder must it be for that Aoko, to not have the friend she knew and loved...

...But he watched her? He said it was for leverage, but... why hadn't he used her already? Why not threaten her, hurt her? Her father may not be home much, but she knew it would have made him come running]

...What did she do when Kaito died?

[it's a dangerous question on dangerous ground -- she's still having trouble seeing, the pain from her wrist shooting through her head and blinding her, and she misses the way he refuses to look at her]

I think she might have cried~

But I don't know.

I wasn't there.

I didn't see her sobbing into her pillow at night.

And I'm not Kaito, so why should I care?

[is sentances are almost - disjointed, new thoughts slipping in and being said, making a whole with more clarity than he''d like to give, than he is used to giving at all]

...You don't have to.

I just thought that she probably misses him.

[misses you]

Why-

[a crack in the facade, harsh emotion breaking into his voice - poker face was never a strong suit, too used to mad and unpredictable chaos to practice it for long] [but only a crack, and smooth voiced and blank faced regains itself]

Why would anyone miss him?

Why wouldn't she miss him?!

[oh, ow, shouting is a bad idea. So is moving. Aoko takes a moment to compose herself, clutching her wrist tightly, before continuing]

He-- he's her best friend. Aoko grew up with him. And... and he'd show her magic and make her laugh and just be there when she was hurt--

[she's babbling now, trying so hard to make him see--]

--and even if he was broken she'd want to do something to help, because he's done so much for her and she lo--

[no, wait, she can't go putting words in his Aoko's mouth, however strongly she feels about it. Aoko catches the words back with a gasp, almost a sob]

--she wouldn't want to see you hurt. She wouldn't.

[he is stunned, catching onto those few words, broken off, but-]

[she lo-]

[-they confuse him, he wants to know what she was going to say wants to know for sure, because he must]

[she lo-]

No.

[Nobody does. They are-]

Stupid people! So fascinated but they still-

[-want me hurt too.]

...Little miss, I would very much like you to complete that sentance.

"She lo-" [the same inflection, the same pause, same gasp]

She what? You what?

She--

[she doesn't know if she should say this, what this will mean for his Aoko, but she can't not]

I love Kaito.

[her voice is literally throbbing with emotion, with love and pain and need, with all the certainty of childhood and adolescence and an engagement and any number of disasters shared between them]

And your Aoko-- your Aoko might too!

[he shakes his head, and for once, his face is open and bewildered]

Can't-- doesn't know-

[he looks so lost that she tentatively approaches him again, reaching out for him with her uninjured hand -- though that requires leaving her broken wrist unsupported, and she has to take shallow breaths to keep the pain under control]

I can. And I do.

[he reaches out and catches her hand, just barely holding on to it] [does he hold it, crush it, smack it and flee, what - she's done it again, and something aches]

[can't speak]

[can't find the words]

[she flinches slightly, but when his grip doesn't tighten at all, she relaxes and draws closer]

It's okay. Just--

[she gives his hand a squeeze. Gently, reassuringly]

--just breathe. You don't have to say anything.

[-breathe. that's simple. he can do that]

[but this can't be- his expression is still bewildered as he searches for the meaning behind it all, the why- where is the reason for this]

...trusting...

[the word slips out, a broken accusation. trusting gets you hurt]

[the tone explains his meaning even if the words don't]

It's okay to trust. Once in a while.

[who did this to him? What caused him to be like this? She needs to know--]

Sometimes accidents happen, but Aoko... Aoko would never do anything to hurt you on purpose.

Okaasan said that, too.

[his tone is blank, stating fact]

[and he trusted his mother when she said everything would be fine even though you can hear him screaming in the fire and you claw and bite and scream against restraining hands as you try and save the man who taught you everything, who makes your world--]

[she hesitates, not knowing if she wants to know, trying not to let herself sound fearful]

What happened to Aya-san?

[he bites his lip, but the giggle still bubbles out, highpitched and a little hysterical]

Didn't listen, did she?

[first taste, first time, and that was the crack, the jarring moment that smashed it all into who he is now]

[Aoko doesn't think she's ever felt so sick in her life]

You--

[he... he couldn't have, not just because she wouldn't listen--

--could he?]

What did you do?

[she can't stop her voice from cracking]

I-

[don't go away, you can't go away now, don't go- he holds his grip tighter, just a little] [he has to be gentle and he's not sure he knows how]

Blood everywhere, and she died.

[she has to stay calm. She has to. They've come this far--]

Was... w-was it an accident?

Dead, and she wouldn't listen-

Had to follow, and she wouldn't listen, so I did because I had to follow and she wans't lsitening and tried to stop me-

....

Not much of an accident. [a listless shrug, eyes drifting sideways]

She got in the way.

[cold. She feels very cold, hearing those words from Kaito's mouth, and the shiver escapes her before she can stop it]

H-had to follow what?

Edited 2010-01-11 21:04 (UTC)

Oyaji.

[the word slips out, and it isn't supposed to, he doesn't remember what happened]

[he doesn't]

Nobody.

.....Follow him how?

[and despite everything she's seen from him so far, this has the potential to scare her the second most, after what happened to Aya. He didn't try to...]