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Yet another Conan has come to the Dressing Room. One who was actually a bit taller than the usual Conan. He looks more like he's eleven. Maybe even twelve.

Brought in kind of at a bad time too.

Which should be obvious to anyone who happens upon him as he stumbled through the hallway as he's clutching at his arm. Which is bleeding. Quite heavily. And that's not accounting for all the smaller cuts, torn clothing, and bruises covering the rest of his body.

"Damn it," he muttered, leaning against a wall. "Hello! Heiji! Kaito! Anyone!" Damn, damn, damn, where was he?! One minute he's running from Snake after escaping narrowly from the 'little surprise' left for Kid in his landing spot, and now he's in some hotel. At least it felt like his arm was only grazed, but he'd need stitches and he really couldn't afford going to a hospital.

If he could find a phone in...wherever here was.

He didn't even recognize this place!

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"We knew there was gonna be something following you. We didn't count on them predicting the right landing spot and setting up the bomb," Conan said.

Conan checked the stitch work. "And you know, I only ever started really getting a bunch of scars AFTER I started working with you, so I think it's your luck, not mine."

He looked back at Kaito, eyes drawn to his wrists. "...though I can't say I recognize those."

"Oi oi, my luck isn't that bad..." He said defensively.

He blinked in confusion for a moment before he realized what Conan was referring too.

Shit.

He shifted his hands so they were behind his back on the couch. Not the best way to distract the detective from them, but it was an automatic response. At least he tried to make it look casual. "Er, I don't think I know what you're Tantei-kun..."

How was he supposed to explain this?

"You don't attract dead bodies, but you attract every other violent crime that isn't sexual," Conan said bluntly.

His eyes narrowed at that. "You know very well what I'm talking about."

Poker Face! Poker Face!

His smile may have looked a little strained. "These... These are nothing! I, uh, They're nothing you need to worry about!"

And he'd been doing such a good job hiding them. He didn't want to think about it and he really didn't want to explain it. Especially not to Conan. Maybe he should leave he should leave now that Conan was alright...

Conan didn't look convinced. Not one bit. He stared at Kaito intently for a long, long time.

Before he nodded his head. "All right. I won't pry," he said.

Kaito didn't break his pokerface for much. What he did was personal things. Very, very personal things and he owed the thief too much to press his counterpart.

That made him relax again and released a breath he didn't know he was holding. It took him a moment but he got his poker face back. "Thanks."

"It'd be hypocritical of me. Besides, you already proved you weren't someone whose bad," he said.

Now that he'd calmed down, his expression was rather...dulled. Like he wasn't quite all there.

He chose not to answer that.

Instead he glanced over at Conan. He wasn't sure he liked the way the other looked, but he wasn't going to ask after he hadn't pressed the issue of the scars. He should see if he can find a way to cheer him up a bit, but first things first.

"So, I guess you'll want the run down on this place, huh?"

"That would be nice. I'll go with the 'it's another world that kidnaps people from across the multiverse for whatever reason' as the basics of it, but specifics would be nice," Conan said.

Once again, he produced his stack of playing cards and began to shuffle them as he thought. "Well, for one thing, it's not so much the multiverse as alternate versions of the same universe. There's a lot of different versions of the same people here, some more different than others..." His eyes narrowed when he thought about 1412 again, and the dead Shinichi, who was a nice guy, but still something he hoped wasn't very common.

"I haven't met very many other people yet, but so far there's one other version of me, one of Aoko-chan, one of Hakuba and... another you, who's Kudo Shinichi, and a ghost." Well it needed to be said, he was bound to meet that one eventually.

"Oh and then there's 1412, who I haven't met, but have heard plenty about."

Conan nodded thoughtfully. "Makes sense. I've met siblings from a world where versions of us existed and then there were the two Sakura's." Conan commented. "Anyone know why this place takes only versions of us specifically?"

No, he wasn't surprised by the ghost. He was more accepting of the weird. Why he wasn't freaked out about this place. Though that might also have to do with the dull look in his eyes in general.

"1412? You don't seem happy....so should I assume that it's not Toichi?"

He shook his head. "No. No one even knows what brought us here in the first place. There doesn't seem to be anyone here except the other alternates."

Hey it wasn't so much the weirdness as the fact that the ghost Shinichi was dead, but if he's not going to react to that, fine. Though it does get him another side glance.

His expression darkened at Conan's other question. "No. Not this one anyway." Hakuba said Nakamori-keibu had been chasing him for 20 years. "From my conversation with Hakuba, who's from his world, I'm pretty sure it's a version of me. He's the complete opposite of the Kid though. An asssassin and dangerously psychotic. You're not the only person I've had to drag to the infirmary since I got here. He's already hurt both Aoko-chan and Hakuba and I wouldn't be surprised if he's hurt others." Though 1412 wasn't what bothered him the most about that world. It was everything else he'd gleaned from his talk with that world's Hakuba. He didn't need to talk about that though.

"It maybe be a hidden deity. That's happened before. It might enjoy seeing how we react. It wouldn't have been surprising in that other world if it was the case, at any rate," Conan said with a shrug. If he hadn't been taken, hadn't moved from the car, then maybe...

This Conan was quite aware alternates died. Ghosts weren't a far stretch from that.

For a moment, Conan's expression is still dull. Then what Kaito said sunk in and his expression...became mad. Very, very mad. "A version of Kaito hurt Aoko?"

Well, Kaito would be a little upset, though perhaps not really surprised, if an alternate of his was dead and not necessarily because he wasn't used to alternates yet either. So the fact that he got no reaction at all from Conan worried him.

He's still pretty mad about it too, since even if he doesn't like Aoko the way most Kaitos do she's still the first friend he ever made. Still the strength of Conan's reaction, especially after how apathetic he'd been up until this point surprised him. The surprise actually showed on his face for a moment before he scowled and nodded. "Yeah. I still can't believe it either."

Well, it doesn't help that Conan might feel a bit envious of that Shinichi, depending on how bad the day is.

"For him to do that..." Conan stood up. "I guess I have my goal while I'm here. I won't let him continue to do that!"

And if Kaito doesn't stop him, he's gonna go and try to do it right now. Even though he's still in rather bad shape.

Kaito puts his cards away and puts a firm hand on the other boys shoulder. "Oi oi, don't you even think about it Tantei-kun! I am not going to let you tear off after psychos, especially not psycho versions of me and especially not when you're in this condition!"

"You're also not going alone." He'd already been thinking about going after the guy himself, but he thought he needed a bit more info, and weapons, which he'd some how managed to get brought here without, other than his card gun and a single knife, which might be enough, but it might not be. He really would have rather done it alone himself, but he didn't think Conan would let him now.

"I can't just let someone like that run around! Especially when he's willing to hurt Aoko! It's bad enough to watch Kaito get guilty because she hates Kid! Her getting hurt by any version of Kid will just be...it's unacceptable!" Conan declared angrily. Gone was the dull look, but this wasn't the usual fired up Conan. This was a Conan who had a far more...desperate, manic look in his eyes.

Now he regretted telling him, though it wasn't like he'd known Conan would react this way. He noticed the look in his eyes. He didn't like it. "Tantei-kun... Shinichi! I know! Don't you think I know that?" He grabbed his other shoulder and looked him square in the eye.

"I understand that you want to stop him. I want to stop him too, but I don't even know where he is, we don't have enough information on what he's capable of and again you are not in any condition to be going after anyone. Now calm down!"

"But-" Conan started and paused. Kaito...Kaito was right. He scowled. Of course he was right.

"...right. Sorry," He said, pulling off his glasses and rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I...I don't like that thought. You two are so close and she looks so much like..."

He trailed off. No, he couldn't go down that line of thought. Nothing good was that way.

"I need to calm down." He'd run in too many times in the past without thinking and it'd gotten him hurt before. Odd that it was Kaito, KAITOU KID, mister unpredictable, who often got him to act rational.

... Ah, so that's why he reacted that way. He probably should have thought of that. It wasn't like he hadn't noticed that Tantei-kun's beloved Ran looked an awful lot like his friend.

Well best not to think about that now.

"Yes, you do." He agreed as he let go.

Of course, that was only the tip of the iceberg. Had it been anyone else aside from Heiji or Kaito to try and talk him down, they would have failed. Rather horribly at that.

Conan nodded, slipping the glasses back on. "Right. I'll rest, but tell me more about this place. Anything else I need to know about?"

He thought for a moment. "Well, this place is pretty much endless and seems to have anything and everything we'd ever need. I'm starting to think the rooms move around a bit too, and sometimes the place likes messing with us. Nothing serious so far though. The other day it was like you couldn't touch anything without leaving paint on it. I don't know anything more than that. I've only been here for about three weeks."

"Could be worse. At least we're not kidnapped to a world and expected to pay for things right away," Conan commented, crossing his arms in thought. "Paint isn't so bad either. Better than mind reading mistletoe or things that change your actual body."

Kaito watched him and couldn't help but comment. "Mind reading mistletoe?" He repeated, sounding amused.

"Not as funny as you think when it's trying to tell people you're not really seven," Conan said flatly.

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I don't have the right icon for how he feels right now.

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