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 starts, ofuda close to his chest, eyes wide--

Then giggles.

"More playmates!"

Police, rescuers, whoever, it didn't matter, he'd kill them all for getting in the way of a contract, his contra-- but wait... This wasn't a contract.

...He could still have fun with them, couldn't he?

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1412's sharply twisting emotions were a little too compelling for the ghost's stability, and the footsteps came closer with an almost stalking edge. The light of the flashlight darted about erratically.

The picture on the wall between himself and 1412 began to shake.

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"Hrrrmn?" 1412 made a curious noise, eyes flicking to the flashlight to the picture and down to his knives. "Ghostie's just playing," he said quietly, a voice with vicious hissing overtones. He restarted his placing of ofuda on the wall, expression dark. Nasty little ghostie.

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Damnit! That had been his last--

The ghost chokes silently, finding it increasingly hard to hold himself together. His mind sags, tears, the noises and sounds in the corridor becoming increasingly more erratic, the picture flying off the wall directly at 1412.

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1412 ducked with insulting ease, letting the crash past him. He grins up at the wall from where he's crouched, triumph in his smile.

I win again again stupid ghostie I win again--

He laughs, delighted, standing up in a lightning fast movement to press up against where he thinks ghostie's head might be, gloating.

"Payback, ghostie~~"

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The ghost strained against the knives and ofuda, tearing himself further as he tried to pull away. He was lashing out blindly now, and the noises in the the hallway had acquired shapes and definition, flashes of people he knew, things he'd glimpsed in that brief trip through 1412's head--

This time it was the remaining knives that were shifting, rattling in their places in the wall.

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1412 had another knife in his hand, drawing it in nonsense patterns over the wall, up and down and around, and then slamming it deep into the plaster, giggling quietly.

The surroundings didn't bother him. Things shifted enough in his mind, so it could have been normal for him, could have been fine to be vibrating. But he was still slightly wary, still a little aware of the fact that his knives could come back to him like the painting had. Wouldn't let that happen, oh no.

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Just as it seemed the knives must surely be about to burst from the wall, they went still, sound and movement all dying away abruptly. The mist rising off the ofuda faded out completely-- even the air had changed.

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1412 patted the wall fondly.

"Ghoooostie~?"

He chuckled quietly.

"Are we all gone, now?"

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The words registered, but only as so much sound--

No relation to the scattered bits of consciousness resting at foot height.

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Another little chuckle, and 1412 draws out a pen from thin air, choosing a clear space of wall next to the ofuda, knives, and sundry damage to write on.

Kudo Shinichi-san, deceased.

♥ 1412

Then he turns, humming happily under his breath to walk off down the corridor.