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, 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~

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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.

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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.

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

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1412's expression shut down, tone cool and dangerous.

"She deserved it."

Deserved it for calling him that, and it didn't matter which one. They were all stupid little misses. ... nearly all. One had learnt, but even she was stupid and foolish at the start.

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"No, she didn't. She cares about her friend and seeing you like this scared her. She cares too much for you to believe it to be true," Conan said matter of factly. His eyes narrowed. "And that's why I can't forgive you. Having his face, hurting his best friend, hurting others all for a 'game.' I can't allow it."

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"Best friend?" A curious tilt of his head to one side, a slow amused smiel curling over his lips. "Oh no. We're not friends."

Chibi was obviously as stupid as all these others, nto seeing hwat was right in front of him.

"Chibi-chan is my friend." A gesture towards the limp form. "Moriarty-chan is my friend." Not the same person, though it might appear that way - Moriarty, his lovely blond detective who tried so hard to catch him~

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"That's why I used 'his.' You're just a demented alternate, a world that never should have been," Conan practically spat. "Having his face, that's what's unforgivable."

He filed away the 'friend' information to look at later, to see what 1412 meant. But for now, it was better to focus on him.

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1412's attention catches on a word - just one - that Conan said, stilling further, a dangerous, predatory stillness.

"Demented?" He lets the word hang there, eyes locked on Conan.

if he means what I think he means stupid little brat does he mean that does he oh let me cut him up if he does

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Conan didn't flinch. "A world that should have never been. It's wrong to have a Kaito fall so far," he said. Oh, he knew this was dangerous ground.

He didn't really care.

"Just a demented psycho. Another criminal to stop."

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"Wrong words, chibi-chan." 1412's voice is a hiss, menacing, a knife in his hand from nowhere, blackened blade stark against the white of his gloves.

"Why does he say them, hmn? Stupid little chibi? Little lost child."

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Conan smirked. Though...it wasn't quite the usual arrogant smirk. This one looked a bit more...manic. Maybe even hysterical, if one could call someone that calm such a word.

It was a bit obvious this Conan might not quite be all right in the head either. "Oh, not lost. Never lost. You don't like it, 1412? Being called what you are? Demented? Crazy? Insane?"

He was watching that knife though. Stupid in his approach as he might be, he wasn't that stupid.