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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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[theother1412.livejournal.com]

[his grin cracks, and he laughs, a highpitched giggle, so very amused]

Kaito wouldn't.

[1412 makes a grab for her, hands reaching for her throat, to slam her against the wall and make her hurt]

[thirdpersonmop.livejournal.com]

[She didn't fight. Not yet, anyway. She winced a bit at the slam, but just looked at him stubbornly even with the hands on her throat.]

You...are....Kaito.

[theother1412.livejournal.com]

[he doesn't reply, just digs his thumbs in deep, wanting her to hurt more than he does to strangle, teeth bared in a sadistic grin]

[thirdpersonmop.livejournal.com]

It's...not you...it's the pain...whatever happened...

[She moves up her hands to touch his face. Even as she winced in pain, she didn't look away from him.]

Kaito...would never do this...not unless...something really, really wrong happened...

[theother1412.livejournal.com]

[he growls, and shoves her away from him, hard, chaning his mind moments later and grabbing her hand to bring her back to him in a whiplash movement]

[he tugs Aoko to his chest, and holds her there, a parody of a hug, his mouth by her ear, his voice a harsh whisper]

I'm not Kaito. He died, a long long time ago, in a fire with his father screaming for help that nobody would give...

Long live 1412.

[thirdpersonmop.livejournal.com]

[Gasps at the explanation.]

You...oh, Kaito...

[No wonder. To be there. To be right there.]

Aoko would have helped...if Aoko could have...she would have.

[theother1412.livejournal.com]

Would have helped~?

Didn't help.

[his hands shift slightly, pressing something against the back of her neck - a sharp point, digging just slightly into skin]

I wonder, does the miss realise how foolish she is, to let a killer close?

[thirdpersonmop.livejournal.com]

[She tensed at the feeling of the blade.]

...it wouldn't be the first time. Aoko's almost been killed a few times.

But Kaito was always there.

[theother1412.livejournal.com]

[a low chuckle]

And now he isn't.

[he begins to drag the blade slowly accross the back of her neck, the arm around her waist holding her firmly]

[thirdpersonmop.livejournal.com]

He's there. Somewhere...he's still there.

[There's a quiver in her voice and she's tense, a hand moving for her pocket. She wanted to believe in Kaito...

But there was only so many times a girl deals with psychos and doesn't think of back up plans.]

[theother1412.livejournal.com]

[he lowers his voice to a whisper, already imagining the flow of blood, of bright red crimson in trails down her skin... He doesn't think that her shifting might be a trap]

No, he's not.

[He digs the point of the knife in and twists, suddenly angry. How dare she press this point with him? How dare she?]

[thirdpersonmop.livejournal.com]

[She hissed at the pain, the look visible on her face.]

Yes...he is. He's just lost somewhere. Kaito wouldn't die so easily...

[It'd look like a cell phone, what she's pulled out. Her fingers were already pushing the needed buttons, but not the final one just yet.]

And Aoko knows this will only hurt you more in the end. Stop it, Kaito...or Aoko will have to punish you with the mop and fish combo again.

[There was no actual malice in her tone. Of course there wasn't. It was just how it was. Kaito made her mad, she chase him with a mop and maybe a fish. Venting and fun. That was all it was.]