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[Anyone passing through the hallways might notices a young boy kneeling down in front of a door, jiggling the handle in an attempt to get it open. Further inspection will show that he's actually attempting to pick the door's lock-- and mumbling something in irritation to himself.

Even further inspection might let you overhear some of his one-sided conversation]

Stupid prick... would go so much faster if I had the stupid screwdriver... but noooo, I'm not allowed to hold onto it!

[The next part is said in a voice that is much too British and much too similar to a certain detective... well, Doctor, everyone else probably knows]

"It's much too valuable and you'd just use it to sneak into the girls' locker room again, and if you're gonna do that, you should actually work for it!"

[a scoff and he's back to using his own voice. He gives the door a kick for good measure]

Thinks he's a wise guy, doesn't he? Stupid Doctor and his stupid wisecracks--

[his mumbling turns incoherent again as he focuses all of his attention on the very stubborn lock in front of him]

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[Her left arm gone, she's been looking for a certain somebody. And that somebody goes by the name of Edogawa Conan.

It seems that it isn't the best time to mess with somebody, especially a Kuroba Kaito. However, she's perked up with curiosity.]

Doctor?

[Kaito just barely glances up from his work on the door lock]

Uh, yeah. Friend of mine. [She looks entirely too young to be wandering around by herself]

Where are your parents?

[The word 'parents' almost slipped off her mind. She didn't want to reminiscence about them. They were gone, just like she was. Both of them, dead.

As was she. It wasn't like she even considered pretending to be a mere adolescent. No matter how many times Kudo emphasized the fact that she should act like one, she just didn't want to. It was dysfunctional.

...She was already dead, and she'd already given up. Even if she had given her writing arm to Kudo. ]

Mm. I wonder. [Her voice was cold, and apathetic.]

[The sound of him still fiddling with the lock fades as he stops. He's studying Haibara's form now, curiously, almost sympathetically]

You shouldn't be wandering around a strange place by yourself. [he lowers his tools to turn toward the young blonde, still stooped on the ground so he's at her level]

Unless this is your house?

[Should she tell him? That cold undeniable rectitude? Perhaps it was for the best. He wasn't from her world.]

If I was an adolescent, perhaps. And to put you at ease, this isn't my abode. Nor my asylum. Welcome to the nexus. [She had used plenty of ample words, showing that she was no ordinary child.]

[He lifts an eyebrow, not so much in surprise (because really, he's seen stranger) but in understanding. The cold attitude, the complex words, the adult-like demeanor...]

Guess the only question left is how I didn't notice that earlier.

[he sighs and turns back to the door, but now his attention is split between the young girl in front of him and the task at hand]

A nexus, huh? Between worlds? Think the Doctor mentioned the existence of one once or twice. [his gaze shifts again] 'M Kaito Kuroba.

[She shrugs her diminutive shoulders before replying.]

Yes, a nexus within the cosmos. I know a 'version' of you, actually. The name's Haibara Ai, a pleasure.

[That catches his attention as something odd]

You do? Can't say I've ever met... er, you or a version of you before. [and he's peering at her once again]

Haibara Ai... [the name rolls off his tongue fairly easily. It's Japanese, after all, his native language. His expression lights up with a grin]

Nice to meetcha! [Typically, and almost predictably (though he'd be mortified if you ever pointed this out) he holds out a free hand, snaps his fingers, and produces a small, yellow flower for the young girl from thin air]

[She chuckles slightly, her voice more cheerier. However, as she attempts to grab the rose, she remembers. She looks away in doubt, in grief. Even though the flower is sweet of him, she promised.]

I can't -- [Haibara's voice cracks, it seems that something's really wrong here.]

[his grin faces. Oh crap, he wasn't used to making girls cry! They usually loved the trick, so what went wrong this time?

He lowers his hand and turns away from the lock again]

You don't have to take it if you don't want to.

[Haibara shakes her head with a bit of disapproval.]

It isn't your fault. I just can no longer take it and hold it like I used to.

[He watches her for a moment]

You can still wear flowers in your hair, right?

[Because really, since when has Kaito been the type to not look for another solution? Besides, he doesn't want her to continue feeling bad for what was his offering]

Ah. [She just nodded. Haibara was never the optomist, and Kudou-kun knew that. They were similar in the way that they both wanted to help her. She looked up at Kuroba and gave a small smile.]

Thank you.

[With a grin, he leans over and quickly threads the flower through her hair and behind her ear]

Much better!

[And now he's back to working on that stubborn lock]

By the way, you haven't seen a guy running around here saying he's the Doctor by any chance, have you? [There was no harm in asking]

Just Between You And Me, (He’s A British Prick.)

[a scoff]

Well, I knew that...

[Rolls His Eyes]

Of Course you Did...

[drawls, raising an eyebrow at him]

Kuroba, what on earth are you up to?

I should hope you realise picking locks is illegal.

[He turns his head toward the newcomer, his expression lighting up in relief, before it once again dips into sarcastic annoyance]

Yeah, so is blowing up a delivery shop, and that never stopped you.

[His attention is focused on the lock again, and he's holding out his hand almost expectantly]

Lemme use the screwdriver.

....The what? Kuroba, what on earth are you babbling about? I don't routinely carry maintenance tools on me.

And I have never blown up a shop in my life, and I should hope I never do.

[Kaito just waves his hand with a grump]

Oh c'mon, you don't need to deny you have it on you! I'm not going to use it for 'nefarious purposes--' [and here he uses air quotes] -- I just want to get the door open.

... try selling me another one. The whole reason I'm here is because you blew up my job.

Kuroba, I do not have anything remotely resembling a screwdriver on me. Unless you're interested in my house keys, you'll have to go without.

But yet again I deny your accusation. [he raises an eyebrow] What would be the point?

[The magician glances up and frowns]

Did you hit your head when we landed or something? [Something is very, very off]

Landed?

[he's aggravated, and expecting this to be part of an elaborate prank the magician's set up]

With your accusations of retail-related destruction, I'm tempted to ask you the same question. Did you hit your head at your last heist?

[he stands up to peer at Hakuba curiously, the sliiiiightest amount of concern present in his expression]

What heist?

The last Kaitou Kid heist? Stealing an industrial ruby from the Morishita company?

Surely you haven't forgotten already.

... Kaitou Kid?

[wow, how long has it been since Kaito had heard that name?]

Kaitou Kid's last heist was eight years ago-- [he stops himself short and tilts his head] ... er, eight years ago from where I come from. Obviously not eight years ago for... er. You. Or people living in the past or the future.

[this time travel thing got really complicated sometimes]

...Eight years ago?

Try two days. Eight years is when the original Kid was last active.

[raises an eyebrow]

I'm going to ignore that you seem to have lost the ability to place yourself chronologically.

[still peering at him suspiciously]

Two days? So that's means we're in... [let's see... it was 2010 when he met the doctor, so that means Kid's last heist was...] The year 2002, right?

[he lifts a hand and scratches the back of his head thoughtfully]

Kinda hard to place yourself chronologically when one minutes you're in the year 4.5 billion, and the next you're stuck in 1776 trying to keep a colony of aliens from sabotaging the American Revolution-- why am I explaining this, you know that already!

Clearly, as I am currently questioning your sanity, I do not.

And I have no idea what year it is Kuroba, because I have no idea where we are!

[Beginning to become exasperated and feeling like he's running in circles - either Kuroba is pulling something of a scale he hasn't tried before, he's dreaming, or something even bigger than a grand-scale prank by the magician is going on]

[now he just looks bewildered]

You did hit your head! You're suffering from amnesia or something! Well that's just great, how are we supposed to get out of here if you don't even remember how to work your stupid space ship?!

[he sounds just as exasperated]

Kuroba.

I do not, and have never owned a spaceship. I know precisely who I am and am in full possession of my faculties. I can prove it to you if you would like.

You, I am begininng to have more doubts about than I normally do.

[And Kaito has stopped listening]

Great. I'm stuck in the year 2002-- probably sometime earlier-- with a Doctor who has amnesia and thinks I'm insane.

[he turns to Hakuba gain]

What's your name?

[deadpan look as he restrains himself from a host of snarky comments]

Hakuba Saguru.

[flashes him a grin, before he places his hands on his shoulder and nods]

Nice to meet you, Hakuba Saguru! [he spins him around and begins pushing him down the hallway] Now we just need to find out what happened to you and get your memories back.

Kuroba- what--

[backpedals, attempting to get him to stop, then twists out of his grip]

I do not need any assistance retriving my memories!

[Kaito lets him go, and instead of arguing (which has just gotten them nowhere), he settles for giving him an unamused, flat look]

[Gives Kaito a disgruntled look, and settled his jacket properly on his shoulders again. He speaks after a moment, trying to sound reasonable rather than frustrated.]

There has to be some proof you would accept that I'm not who you think I am.

With how easily 'proof' can be faked these days?

...Point taken.

But surely you can at least see I'm not displaying the usual symptoms of an amnesiac.

Amnesia as defined by what galaxy? [there's sarcasm in his words as he lowers his gaze to the detective's wrist.

His expression lights up once again, and he reaches for his hand eagerly]

I've got it! Let me check something!

[eyebrow raised and wanting to question the mention of galxies, Saguru nevertheless allows his hand to be taken with an expression of longsuffering patience]

Check what?

[Kaito doesn't answer him as he concentrates thoroughly on checking the other boy's pulse. After a moment, he frowns]

... huh.

I presume you found something of note.

[attempting to reclaim his wrist]

Tell me, do I still have a pulse?

[he lets him go without struggling]

Yeah. But you only have one. [and now he's peering at him suspiciously again]

... weird. You look just like him.

[....one?]

As do you. By now I'm fairly certain you're not the Kuroba I know.

[he raises a sardonic eyebrow]

Did you expect me to have a double heartbeat or a triple?

Double. Doctor has two hearts.

[now that he's convinced this Hakuba isn't the person he's looking for, he turns around and heads back to the door, hands stuffed in his pockets casually]

Guess with all the time and dimensional travel we do, it'd make sense that we finally meet our 'doubles.' [it's a phenomenon he was informed of, but had yet to experience]

[he kneels over the lock again with a frown]

Too bad you're not him. I can open this, but it'd be faster with the screwdriver.

[he was still half-expecting a silly answer, but Kuroba's reply just sealed his suspicions. For lack of a direction, he's following after him to the door, hands in pockets as he stands over him to watch]

I take it that this 'doctor' is an alien, yet has somehow contrived to look exactly like me?

That's somewhat farfetched for a double.

[In fact, almost too great. The differences between 'alien' and 'human' are very wide]

[his tone is conversational as he works on the lock]

Definitely an alien. Looks just like a human, though. Guess it's good for camouflage, especially since he spends a lot of time on Earth.

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had, just had, to be done

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working off the assumption there's more heist than gosho shows...

Of course :D

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