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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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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.

"It wouldn't be the first time I've done it," Conan said. By all rights, Haibara was a criminal. "Bring up the Black Organization and he'd definitely hesitate."

Then again. "Heh. Is that so? Well you'd know him better than me now wouldn't you?" He chuckled.

Conan chuckled a bit, a hint of amusement showing on his face. "And if that doesn't work, there are other ways. At least, if you act the same as my Kid, he's probably figured out you're looking for something."

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