it's in my head, it's in my veins, in my heart and in my lungs~

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The laughter is echoing down the hallways, utterly, utterly amused. There are the sounds of a scuffle, of things hitting walls, murmured taunts

--a sharp cry of pain, a young voice crying out.

Silence.

A giggle, and more clearly.

"My win~"

Turn the corner, and there is blood on the walls - not much, a little splatter here and there, decorating the knives sunk into the plaster. A fight has taken place in this narrow corridor. Quick, violent, not enough room to maneuver properly, hits taken on both sides. A white-clad 1412 leans over an unconscious Conan on the floor, his face broken by a grin.

Come and interrupt him, if you dare~

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Oh, well if it's a dare ...

The chill is slight enough to go unnoticed, as is the faint breeze that comes to a pause before one of the knives. Shinichi's comment, however, is perfectly noticeable. "Having fun?"

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1412 looks up, eyes sharp and alert for once, taking in details, still buzzing with adrenaline.

He sees no-one, and the girn on his face twists, expression growing darker with each passing moment.

"Ghoooostie~" he croons, moving away from the fallen Conan, not caring about his latest toy now that he has a new one to -break-.

[deaduction.livejournal.com]

To get the knife out of the wall, Shinichi has to make himself solid. "Throwing knife," he observed, testing the weight, running a finger along the blade. "Custom-made -- the balance is perfect. Tanegashima?"

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A tilt of his head to one side, an almost birdlike movement. The monocle is missing from his eye, the cut beneath it explaining partially why.

"Ghostie knows his knives."

A flicker of black, a knife spinning idly over his knuckles before vanishing again.

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The flicker catches Shinichi's attention, drawing it to the opposite side of the hall where the thrower would have had to have been. And while the knives are low, indicating a shorter target, there's something about head-height embedded in the wall -- a dart? Combined with the 1412's cut --

Shinichi has to force himself not to look again at the tiny, huddled heap that is Conan. Keep 1412's attention on him. "Of course. Detective, remember?"

[stainedmoonlit.livejournal.com]

"Well now what's this? You had a party and you didn't invite anyone else?" A familiar sounding voice inquired.

A Kaito walks onto the scene, looking surprisingly calm, next to one of the knives taking in the scene before him though his attention is mostly focused on 1412. Kaito is different than he normally seems right now. His stance is relaxed and he's ready to move at any moment his eyes alert for any movement and there's a sharp almost predatory quality to his face that's not normally there. "Looks like I finally get a chance to meet you, 1412."

[theother1412.livejournal.com]

"Oho~"

1412's grin is sharp, his tone a dark purr as he looks up from the limp body of his rival.

"Someone knows my name~" There was dark pleasure there, and gleeful anticipation - 1412 had had fun with chibi-chan, but he was nowhere near done yet.

A birdlike tilt to his head, tone flitting up to querying ranges. "And who's this? Someone like my chibi? Hm~? Who's this?"

[stainedmoonlit.livejournal.com]

He points a thumb at himself. "Kuroba Kaito."

He casually pulls the knife from the wall, examines it, testing the weight smirking while he runs a gloved finger along the blade. "Mmm, nice~ Excellent balance on this one. Tanegashima work, right?"

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"......Oho."

the grin is wider now, and he leaves Conan to slide a few steps closer, steps light and almost dancing accross the floor, curious eyes on Kaito.

"So this is who everyone thinks I am~"

A sudden, beaming grin, falsely light. "You look just like my dear rival!"

[stainedmoonlit.livejournal.com]

Who everyone thinks he is? He's pretty sure he is, but he's not going to comment.

His eyes flicker to the Conan on the floor. He'd already taken in the knives on the walls and the dart when he'd first come in.

"Yes, I do, don't I?" He answered, his grin eerily similar. "It's come in handy for pretending to be him once or twice~"

[astolenlife.livejournal.com]

That scream alarmed her. It sounded like a child. Aoko was solid enough if people could see her that she could help. She couldn't die again so really there was nothing stopping her.

She rushed around the corner and nearly ran into 1412. She stopped her self just in time and looked down at the poor boy he was hurting. But... she thought that Kaitou Kid didn't hurt people...

"What are you doing?" She demanded shrilly.

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"Oh, lookie, a little miss."

1412's tone was dark, expression matching. He didn't like the little misses much, any more. Meddling, interfering, getting their way in when they had no right.

His expression slid innocent all of a sudden, tone light as he nudged Conan with a toe.

"Just playing~! He must be tired!" A beaming, smiling, innocent grin.

[astolenlife.livejournal.com]

But this little miss was different. Her eyes were flooding with tears that refused to stop and a small round hole in the side of her head, accompanied by burn marks was a curious thing indeed.

She glared fiercely at him and looked down at Conan again with pity in her tear soaked eyes.

"If he's tired you should leave him alone!" She snapped.

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"Oh?" Another nudge, rolling Conan slightly, one arm falling loosely to the floor.

"What if I don't want to, little miss with a pretty little jewel?"

His attention has been caught, and he peers at her, fingers darting in and away to move hair out of the way to see better.

"Pretty~~~," he croons.

[astolenlife.livejournal.com]

Jewel? What was he talking about? At the sudden contact she winced and backed quickly away.

"Just leave him alone... he's only a little kid." She pleaded, moving to wipe her eyes.

[stagingstorms.livejournal.com]

It was a child's voice! Spanning through the pages, she realized that it wasn't a part of the script. It was real.

Racing her legs towards the voice, she saw the man in white. Of course, Aoko didn't know who he was, but he knew that he was doing something wrong. Something that shouldn't be done in the first place.

Placing her hands on her hips, attempting to be confident, she asked in an angry voice, "What are you doing?!"

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Another one.

1412's expression went dark, blank with anger simmering beneath the surface. Another stupid little miss.

"Hurting him."

A sharp kick to the ribs, observing the wince of pain and whimper even in unconsciousness with sadistic glee.

[stagingstorms.livejournal.com]

"But-" her voice stopped for a second, "why? What did he do wrong?" She may have been from another world, but still. He's only a little kid, right? Nothing could be worse.

She looked away. Conan must've been in a lot of pain. It was unfair. Who was this guy? He was worse than Kuroba! Worse!

[theother1412.livejournal.com]

"He lost!"

A gleeful, sadistic chirp, toes underneath him, rolling him against the wall.

But his chibi doesn't deserved to be kicked while he's down, he's played too well for that, hasn't he? He'll stop, and turn his attentions to the person who is really annoying him - this little miss.

"Why does the little miss care?"

[stagingstorms.livejournal.com]

"Lost what?" Aoko bobbed her head to the right in confusion. She didn't understand this at all. It was just too much for her. "Just because he lost something doesn't mean he deserves to be injured!"

Shaking her head, she continued on, her voice now softer. "It's just wrong."

[never-returned.livejournal.com]

Oh, it was that one. He's heard of this one.

And there was no way he wasn't gonna dare. Especially since he didn't even really think when he saw how manic this Kaitou Kid looked even with all the blood. It was wrong. Kaitou Kid didn't grin like that when other blood was spilled.

"Freeze!" It was the only warning that came back a soccer ball came flying for 1412's head. Though it might be a surprise that THIS chibi tantei wasn't as chibi as the others, looking to be around at least 11, possibly 12 years old.

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1412, freeze? No, no, not gonna happen. He spun, rolling to the side, cloak flaring out around him as he fired his cardgun - cards razor-sharp and lethal - in the direction of the voice.

A slight pause, then a beaming smile crept accross his face, eyes on Conan, waiting.

Well then. Chibi had grown up some~

[never-returned.livejournal.com]

Conan dove out of the way of the card gun, landing in a crouch, fingers already twirling the dial on his shoes again as he glared at 1412.

"Get away from him 1412. I won't let some demented version of Kaito cause anymore harm."

It's not just size that was different. The look in Conan's eyes were not that of the calm detective or the dark smugness of his rival. This Conan had a desperation in his eyes. A insanely determined desperation in his eyes.

[theother1412.livejournal.com]

A low chuckle. 1412 gestured with an arm, eyes hidden by his hat brim as he grinned.

"He wanted it," he purred, limp form by the wall still breathing, tiny chest rising and falling. "Asked me to play with him~~"

He wasn't having blame laid across his shoulders so easily, oh no. Oh no, he wasn't.

[never-returned.livejournal.com]

"It doesn't matter the reasons," Conan said coldly. "I'm sure Aoko never asked to 'play' with you."