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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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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.

"Right." Yeah he could understand that. The mental image was still kinda funny, but he'd keep that to himself.

"And kept propositioning Aoko for you."

"Propositioning Aoko-chan?" He repeated. It's not like he didn't know what he meant or anything, but Aoko? Really? He knew that everyone else in their class liked to tease them about how close they were, and he sometimes suspected she liked him as more than a friend, but he didn't think of her that way.

There was a notable pause at Kaito's response. "...I guess there had to be a world where you weren't childhood friends?"

"No, we've only known each other for about three and a half years." He said, frowning. They were childhood friends in his world? So did that mean that this other Kaito was never Dove? Yet he was still Kaito and still the Kid. Hmm...

"I guess that means we didn't first meet for the clock tower case," Conan muttered thoughtfully.

He looked a little bemused. "Actually I think we did."

He looked mildly surprised. Even if that dullness had returned to his face. "Really? You had saved it because it was where you met Aoko as kids in my world."

"Really? That's where we met the first time in my world too." What a crazy coincidence. If his luck wasn't so weird he wouldn't believe it either.

"Really? Interesting," Conan muttered. "...I guess some circumstances are always constant."

"I guess so." He agreed, scratching his head. Though now he couldn't help but feel just a little jealous of this other version of him. He'd been able to live a normal life from the start. Lucky guy.

"I wonder why it took so long," Conan said thoughtfully. "It was a chance meeting, but still, with your luck..."

Yeah, with his luck he really would end up collapsing behind the house of his supposedly dead real parents. "Well... I wasn't living Ekoda until about that time." Not really a lie.

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

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