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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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.