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

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

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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"Ah, but stealing is what I do~" He replied airily.

The smile doesn't falter at all, but his eyes are hard as he continues. "And of course not. I never keep what I steal."

"Good~"

A pause, then.

"Like this child I hear of. He steals and returns, too." He refers to Kid - and what a foolish name is that? But foolish names for a fool who does a foolishly fool thing.

"The fool~"

He knew exactly who 1412 was talking about. "Hmmm, maybe he is."

He pauses as well before adding.

"Though I don't think he's any less of a fool than you are."

"A fool? Why a fool, hm?"

He moves a little, steps taking him a little ways back towards Conan, then forwards again towards Kaito, like he couldn't decide which was the more entertaining, which one to spend his attention on.

He decides on Kaito, coming closer, peering at him.

His posture shifts and he lazily spins the retrieved knife over his knuckles before gripping it in his hand the ease of someone intimately familiar with such weapons.

"What kind of assassin goes around playing games so openly? A phantom thief is one thing, but an assassin lives in the shadows. Killing's not supposed to be some kind of game."

"What else is it, then?" Quiet tone, querying as he walks a step closer.

"Business is business is business, and business is what I do best." A fond glance back over his shoulder, and an open smile towards Kaito. "Games are for after."

He spreads his hands, flicking fingers to gesture this place. "No contracts to be had here, are there?"

"Yes, business is business and killing should only really be for business. Anything else would be murder."

"Hurting people's not really a game either." He gaze flicked over to the Conan on the floor again, before shifting back to the assassin.

"And no, no contracts here." Which was for the best really.

"What if they say yes?"

Head tilting to one side, a querying look, a faint smile.

"Chibi-chan likes to play with me."

"Still not a game."

His own smile is a bit ironic.

"Some people are just masochists though, aren't they?" Sometimes he wondered...

"Everything that isn't business is a game. Everything."

He'd go mad if it wasn't. Killing for no reason, for a thrill, for a faceless wonder.

Killing to see them bleed.

He turned abruptly, walking back towards Conan slowly. "Chibi-chan promised me to play until we stopped," he said tone lilting quietly.

"Well he's stopped now hasn't he?"

His eyes narrowed as he shifted again. He was still gripping the knife.

"Just a pause."

1412 crouched by the still detective, watching his chest rise and fall. His chibi-chan was precious to him. He'd be the one to decide this for him, how this ended or continued into forever.

He nudged his cheek with a gloved finger. "You wouldn't imagine he's killed entire families, would you~?" he crooned, almost proudly.

A pause, but only a pause, as he calculated the distance between them and the proper trajectory for a throw. He wouldn't have to worry about wind in here.

He'd already suspected from his conversation with Hakuba, but the idea of a version of Tantei-kun who killed was a bit of a shock. Fortunately Dove's professionalism kept him focused on the task at hand.

"Edogawa's always been more than he appeared." He replied. "But then so have I."

The knife flew before the other had a chance to reply. Nothing deadly, just meant to get his attention.

1412, despite his attitude, paid attention to the things around him. He paid attention to people, and while he slipped at interpreting emotions... The faint sounds of cloth moving, the pauses in speech were all he needed to know somehting was in the air.

He ducked the knife, rolling smoothly away from Conan and springing to his feet, hat rolliugn to a halt on the floor as he bounced slightly on his toes. Not quite a miss.

"And here I thought you'd be boring~!" he chirped, throwing a knife back. Fair was only fair, after all.

It was easy, far too easy, to slip back into the assassin's mindset. This wasn't even the first time.

Nimbly dodging the return throw, a few more of his own knives already in his hand. Interesting how this place always had what you needed. "I'm never boring!" He chirped right back, throwing.

A low chuckle, a step to the side, a slight duck. Knives were too easy to avoid when you knew how to throw them. 1412 paused, running an easy hand through his hair, chuckling.

Then he dropped his knives - thunk thunk thunk into the floor - and drew the cardgun instead. Razor-sharp cards needed more precision than knives, but nick the jugular and it was ~all~over~

He fired, a spread across the hallway, intending on not letting Kaito have a chance to dodge.

Well, that was easy enough to counter. He didn't need to dodge, just use his combat knives to knock them out of trajectory of anything vital, though he wasn't quite fast enough to stop the one that grazed his shoulder.

He doesn't let that slow him down though. instead he throws another couple of his throwing knives. With a purpose.

1412 follows the path of the knives, easily doding those that come too close - though their path set off a little warning bell in his mind, a warning bell he ignores for now, until it forms into something more tangible.

There are a new set of knives in his hands, black surfaces glistening with an oily slickness in the light. He'd been too used to playing with his chibi. Forgot about these lovely ones. He throws them, timing his throws to make Kaito dodge, then throwing into the space he is most likely to dodge into.

Poison is his favourite weapon for killing~

This space was too small. If he wasn't careful, he'd be in a lot of trouble. He needed to work fast to set up his trump card, or this fight could end badly for him.

Considering that 1412 had dropped his other set of knives, instinct drilled into him from years of training and past battles with other assassins told him this new set had to be special. Definitely can't let those hit him.

Watching carefully, he feints then dodges in a different direction, wary of being driven into another throw, but with his knife ready to block just in case.

He also throws again. Almost ready. By the time his opponent notices what's happening it'll likely be too late. Still he needs to be careful not to tip him off until then.

1412's movements are gradually taking him closer to Kaito, a slow stalk - dragging out a fun kill is always the best way. He doens't know when he'll meet someone as fun as this again. This 'Kaito'.

He hisses quietly in anger under his breath, and throws a knife with more power than it needs, the spin differential meaning it would hit hilt-first. But it's aimed for Kaito's forehead, so he thinks that he meant to throw it like that, and all is well in his mind.

He sees 1412 getting closer. Sees that he's starting to lose it a bit. Ducks the knife aimed at his forehead easily and draws back with one last throw.

His grin turns vicious. He has him right where he wants him now.

There was a reason he was wearing gloves now. Much like the Kid, illusion had always been an effective weapon for Dove. Unlike his opponent his own throwing knives had been special from the start.

Wires, thin, flexible and tempered so they wouldn't catch the light, making them near impossible to see, but strong enough to hold a man's weight, like the ones Magicians used to walk on air, but these were razor sharp. Designed to cut flesh. All he needed to do was draw them taught and they'd cause all sorts of lovely damage, anchored to the walls by his throwing knives.

That's exactly what he did now. He wasn't aiming to kill this time, but they would still hurt like hell.

The pain doesn't bother him. But being caught--

The pieces clicked into place too late, muscles bunching to leap to the side as he sees Kaito pulling - too late, too late.

He thrashes against the bite of the wires, cloth tearing and dragging deeper into skin - what reason he has left kicks in and he stills, bloody, panting, glaring. The pain doesn't bother him, but being caught-- by this Kaito, this stupid child, this- this-

1412 growls, expression murderous.

A pause in the fight as Kaito and 1412 stare at each other. Kaito is panting too, adrenaline running through his system.

"Having fun now?" He asked.

Now what? His opponent was trapped. It would be so easy to just...

-[Tighten the wires a bit further. Tear into his flesh. Draw in for an easy kill with his knife~]-

He squashed that down quickly. No! This wasn't a job. There was no contract on this guy and he wasn't in the way of one. He wasn't even an assassin anymore. He couldn't do that.

Getting out would be good.

"Well, it looks like I win this round~" Good thing poker face decided to hold this time. "Be a good boy and stay there for a while!"

A smoke bomb fell from his sleeve and when it cleared he was gone, but the wires had been set up so that 1412 was still trapped.

1412 laughed, wired thrumming, digging into his skin as he moved slightly.

"Tons," was the dark purr of a reply, eyes gleaming as he saw how twitchy his opponent looked. This would be fun.

And then he vanished, with smoke and tricks and stupid fool-!

1412 howled, a wordless cry of rage and hate. This Kaito had definitely hit the top of his 'hated persons' list.

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