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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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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.

"You weren't? That must have been a pain for Nakamori-keibu, if Toichi lived somewhere else."

Well that confirmed it pretty much. "Hehheh. Yeah." That thought was actually kinda funny.

Conan raised an eyebrow, just slightly. "...right. Well, since you're not giving hints, I'll be straight forward. I know something dramatic changed. So you don't have to pretend it didn't."

The reaction was different than when the wrist scars had been discovered, there were traumatic memories connected to that that he hated having brought up, but it was still a strong reaction coming from Kaito. His expression didn't quite go blank.

"Hmm, maybe there was, but it's not anything important really."

"Liar," Conan said almost immediately. Blank was never a good thing with Kaito. "I won't pry, but I'd prefer if you just not answered instead of lying to me. When you do that, I want to try and figure it out and when you answer, it gives me clues to do that. Then it's harder not to pry."

He really should have remembered how curious Conan is, but he'd been too wrapped in his realizations to think about that. "I'll try harder to remember that."

Now that he was really thinking about it though... "So how exactly did we end up working together in your world anyway?"

Conan paused. "...it actually involves the other world I went too. Where I met another Kaito. A rule of the world provided definite proof of his identity."

Well that must've sucked. "Really? And what rule was that?" He couldn't help but ask.

"We get devices that have a symbol on them that means something to us. I doubt he got the Kid mark solely for being a fan. On top of the fact Kaitou Kid looks like Kudo Shinichi, he's a magician, and almost immediately respected my intelligence, it didn't seem likely that he was anyone besides Kaitou Kid. I had already believed him to be the second one, an heir, so his age didn't bother me," Conan said. "Of course, being in another world, arresting him was rather pointless, especially when he hadn't committed a heist there yet. By the time I finally went home, I knew about his reasons for stealing. As well as who he was after," Conan explained.

He put his hands in his pockets, closing his eyes. "We're after the same people. The ones who shrunk me. The ones who killed his father and who killed-" He paused and shook his head. "Anyway, we had the same goals, we were kind of friends in the other world, so when I went home, I basically shocked him with everything I knew, gave him definite proof I was in another world, and we've been working together ever since."

Kaito was thinking when Conan was finished. "That sure is some story." He said finally. "You know, for a while now I've been suspecting that the organization that shrunk you and the ones who killed Oyaji are one and the same, but I haven't approached the Conan in my world about it. It would be easier if we worked together, but I don't know if he'd agree to work with a criminal, even if it is the Kid." And they didn't have crazy trips to other worlds to help them out with that either, at least they hadn't, though he didn't know how his being here was going to help.