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[temporaltantei.livejournal.com]

[This particular Hakuba Saguru is blinking awake from his position on the floor, obviously rather disoriented.]

Oh, what now?

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[theother1412.livejournal.com]

Told you once, not Kaito.

[snaps, irritated, then muttering under his breath]

Tell and tell, and always with the name...

[point a finger at warningly, eyes dark]

1412. Not precious ... Kaito.

[temporaltantei.livejournal.com]

Why not Kaito?

[Unconcerned, curious.]

[theother1412.livejournal.com]

Not my name.

And since coming here, everyone says Kaito, Kaito, Kaito!

[temporaltantei.livejournal.com]

Used to be your name.

[theother1412.livejournal.com]

Never.

[his voice is flat, implacable, and he's stopp toying with the knife, holding it more like weapon]

[temporaltantei.livejournal.com]

I know you. Your name was Kaito. After your father died, you took his place.

[theother1412.livejournal.com]

[so close, too fast, straight to the heart of it like lightning how did you you can't you can't you can't]

[he can't reply to that, so he snarls, fists clenching, and none too careful with the knife as blood pools in one hand]

[he finally grinds the words out, livid]

Not Kaito.

[temporaltantei.livejournal.com]

No. Not anymore.

whoops <<

[theother1412.livejournal.com]

Learning, stupid detective.

[his movements are clipped, jerky, vanishing the knife and stripping his gloves off, the hand with the cut going to his mouth in an automatic reflex]

Too slow.

/pats

[temporaltantei.livejournal.com]

Not a detective.

[Studying the figure in front of him, waiting to see which of the possible futures 1412 would choose for this moment.]

;;

[theother1412.livejournal.com]

That explains it.

[his words were muffled by the hand in his mouth, but he takes it out, gesturing, emphasising his words with a jab to the air]

My detective is interesting. Smarter than the silly, stupid, irritating blond person.

[temporaltantei.livejournal.com]

Why is he interesting?

[theother1412.livejournal.com]

[he smiles wickedly, anger forgotten for the moment]

Plays tag properly. And so very, very amusing.

[temporaltantei.livejournal.com]

Oh?

[theother1412.livejournal.com]

'Don't call me that!'

[snaps out the words with his dear Moriarty's voice, grinning, and then shifting his voice a little so words come out strained, as if he's being choked--]

'Y-you're not mad.'

And when he gets knocked down, pushed down, he just gets back up again. Faithful hound.

[1412 is smiling, very amused by this, and gleeful for a chance to show off his Hakuba to a willing audience]

[temporaltantei.livejournal.com]

That's the type of game you like? Breaking people?

[theother1412.livejournal.com]

Breaking?

No, no, silly Hakuba. You break them and they're broken.

[and after that, they aren't any fun at all]

[temporaltantei.livejournal.com]

Broken like you are?

[theother1412.livejournal.com]

[1412 hisses, angry and off-balance by the sudden dig at a vulnerable point]

Not broken.

Don't say that.

[temporaltantei.livejournal.com]

I have a nasty habit of speaking the truth, 1412.

[There's a tone in his voice as he says the number, mocking and hard.]

[theother1412.livejournal.com]

'Nasty habit of lying, Hakuba Saguru'

[mimicking his voice, though his anger gives it steel-tipped overtones]

[temporaltantei.livejournal.com]

You wish.

[theother1412.livejournal.com]

Wishes are lies, and get you nowhere.

[temporaltantei.livejournal.com]

I'm many things, 1412, but I am no liar.

[theother1412.livejournal.com]

[he's hestiating - for the first time he can remember, there's a reluctance to hurt the person in front of him]

[not because he looks like Hakuba, but because he isn't his Hakuba, and htis one doesn't -deserve- the same attentions]

Yes, you are. I am not anything but myself, stupid detective.