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?" 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.

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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.

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An amused giggle, reaching the high-pitched tones of the insane.

"A little chibi with a nasty little attitude. Little miss ghost must have seen I'm wounded~~"

Eyes wide, expression hurt, and tone so flowery it's nauseating.

"I had to stop him~~"

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"I think you stopped him, now you can stop." She said sternly, staying as far back as she could from him. She'd never really met with the Kaitou Kid and she couldn't really say this was him for sure but who ever he was-he was creepy.

It stung to hear the words 'ghost' when referencing her but it wasn't exactly a lie, she was dead. "I-I maybe a ghost but that doesn't mean I'm entirely useless."

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"Awwww~" crooned 1412. "You think you can stop me?"

Arms flung wide, laughing. "You think you can stop me?!"

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Aoko backed up again, shrinking away from him as she cowered slightly. If she was this scared there was no way she could help the poor child.

"Pl-please leave him alone." She said quietly. "I-I think you've done enough damage."

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"No."

To spite her, to show her she can't stop him, he spins, cape flaring, stalking back to Conan. He kicks him sharply in the ribs, the unconscious boy's face twisting with pain, a noise dragged from his throat.

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"No don't!" She pleaded desperately. She swallowed her fear and moved to scoop Conan out of harms way. "He's only a child!" She said instantly. "Leave him alone!"

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1412 bats at her, pushing, or shoving, wanting her away fro the unconscious child.

"Mine!" A little calmer. "Get your hands away from him. He's mine."

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"He's not yours!" She snapped dangerously, holding him like a baby. "He's a little boy and not your toy." The lights over head flickered dangerously in wrath, not that she was aware she was causing it.

"Leave him alone."

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Conan moves slightly, a quiet, half-formed whimper of pain in the back of his throat - there are more visible injuries than can be seen, and being shifted is hurting him, even if he isn't awake yet to feel it.

"He's mine," repeats 1412, tone going dark, every line of his body scremaing 'predator'. "Give him back."

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"No!" She snapped harshly, the lights suddenly shutting off all together for a second.

"There, there..." She cooed to Conan. "You'll be just fine, I won't hurt you..."

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A giggle as the lights go out.

1412 has just realised what this means.

"Ghostie~chaaaan~~~" The tone is sweet and ominous, calling her attention to him like someone trying to coax a kitten towards them.

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Aoko glared up at him, still cradling Conan close to her. What did he want now?

"Don't call me that, my name is still Aoko." She snaps, lights flickering dangerously again.

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He meant to use this for the nasty little ghostie, but he can spare one for her. He flicks a knife between his fingers, playing with it over his knuckles - a charm dangles from the end, holy, purified, a ward against spirits.

"I have a present for you~"

And he lets the knife fly, aimed at her head.

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She gasped at the knife lodged itself in her forehead and shifted Conan slightly so that she could yank it out and toss it to the floor.

She couldn't be killed, she was already dead, but damn if that didn't give her a splitting headache.

"Don't do that!" She snapped, the lights cutting off again.

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"Oh~?" His tone is a dark purr, half his attention still focused on Conan, his Conan - how dare she how dare she, he's mine, a stupid little miss, I should have known she'd - and he's flipping a knife over his knuckles, darkened blade an obivous danger.

"Why not?"

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She glared harshly at him, her teeth gritting in hatred and she held the small child closer-and suddenly the light bulb exploded in a small shower of glass and she covered the boy.

"I'm already dead, so it's not like you can kill me."

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Another quiet noise of pain from Conan - he shifts a little in her arms. Being moved is dragging him out of unconsciousness, whether he likes it or not.

1412 chuckles.

"But I can~ I killed the other little ghostie here."

He grins.

"So sad, too bad, now it's All. Gone."

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"Poor baby..." Aoko cooed, ignoring the crazed murderer quite intentionally. "He needs medical attention." She stated to no one in particular.

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1412 doesn't like being ignored. He's right in front of her right in front and she's looking at the stupid little chibi thing instead.

Conan's hand closes in the front of her blouse, trying not to regain consciousness.

1412 hisses and throws a knife at her, moving closer with an ofuda in his hand and clear intent in his eyes. His. Chibi.

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Aoko managed to duck this time, trying not to jostle the child too much. And she suddenly felt horrible, drained. Her eyes widened as Conan's hand clasped around her blouse and an involuntary flash back threw her even more off guard as she fell back, refusing to let the child go and now sprawled on the floor.

The Ofuda, and the flashback had forced her to the floor.

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Another, louder, cry of pain passes Conan's lips as the jostling wakes him, and he clings to Aoko, eyes wide and startled. After a moment, he begins breathing fast, panicky, a keening whimper passing his lips. Just like a frightened child.

1412 chuckles in pleasure, standing over the pair of them, his tone a dark purr. "Hello, chibi-chibi." He grins sharply, and moves to slap the ofuda down on Aoko's ankle, wanting to cause her pain.

Perhaps his chibi would play with him~?

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Aoko yelped loudly as the ofuda touched her skin. It burned but she refused to let go of the child.

"Get it off!" She whined, tears making a new trail down her face. She stared up at him and tried to think of someway she could get away from him.

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Conan put his arms around Aoko's neck and hid his face in her shoulder, still making quiet whimpery noises and relying on the fact that 1412 was hurting her than she wouldn't notice he wasn't crying. He'd let the assassin have his fun with the new ghost.

"Oh, no. Don't think I will." 1412 grabbed where the ofuda was resting, and squeezed, grinning maliciously.