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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[stainedmoonlit.livejournal.com]

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.

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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~

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.