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"KAITO!" And there's a Conan, one who looks to be about eleven, shouting in the DR.

"Bastard, I know you're nearby! This is getting old!"

He's a very irritated Conan at that. He's standing in the lobby, looking around at all those little nooks and crannies that any Kaito would just love to hide in to avoid someone who isn't quite used to tracking down his hiding spot.

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"Good luck with that. I've been collecting data, but I don't see a pattern yet." Which reminds him. "What day have you come from?"

"She thought I was Conan."

"Day? March Third," Conan said. "Why?"

A long, long pause. "...your Ran knows?"

"So far we've got three August's, one October, a cluster of December's and January's -- you're the first March. It's the end of January here, by the way."

Conan's surprised by that. "Best friend," he said. "No way he wouldn't."

"...January?" That was definitely a big time difference. Then again, this was a him a few years younger...

He frowned at that. "Ran is my best friend. I didn't want her in danger..."

"Neither do I. At least if we're collaborating on cases, I know he's not charging off getting himself into trouble." That is Conan's prerogative after all.

"My usual problem was she'd follow me into the danger."

"He does that regardless. Much better to have him fore-warned. The bitching otherwise is just intolerable."

"She doesn't really bitch. Scolds me sometimes, depending on the danger."

"-- she treats you like a little kid then? That's --" Conan shakes his head, frowning. "I couldn't bear that."

"I could bear that," Conan said and got a distant look. "I couldn't bear hruting her anymore though..."

"Get my Ran on the subject of who is hurting who sometime," Conan said with a shrug. "He's -- vocal."

"I'd rather not. I can imagine the yelling well enough," Conan said with a sigh. "It's gonna be hell when I tell her after the Organization is taken down."

"Good luck," Conan says. He -- suspects that this Conan is not getting off that lightly.

No. He probably wasn't. Cause even if it's not girlfriend, it's still best friend.

"Thanks. I'll need it," Conan sighed. "Too bad stuff like that doesn't rub off," he muttered.

That puzzles Conan. "You know someone lucky?"

A pause.

"I thought you already knew Kaito? You don't know he's got enough luck in him that he could probably clean out Ran during cards?"

"Know of him. Met him for the first time here -- or at least first time I really remember. We played together as kids?"

Why the pause?

Because there were two people with abnormally good luck that he knew and Conan had shown to known both, but this explains it.

"Ah, well, we met back home. He's a classmate of Hakuba's."

"Of Hakuba's? That's interesting."

"Yeah. They've got a bit of a love hate relationship between them," Conan said and smirked. "Almost like Hattori and Hakuba."

Conan's smirk abruptly disappeared. "There's a lot of Hakuba here -- and all connected to Kaito in some way."

Conan looked amused at that. "I already said they were classmates. Hakuba also had a bit of a thing for Nakamori-chan supposedly. It's not that surprising, is it?"

Especially when Hakuba was always chasing Kaitou Kid.

"Not surprising," Conan agreed. Just annoying.

He shook himself mentally, reminded himself that it was an irrational reaction. It wasn't even his world--

"Anything you want to know about this place that I might be able to help you with?"

Conan raised an eyebrow, looking curious. "You seem annoyed by it. Why's that?"

Conan thought for a moment. "A nexus where you can meet counterparts of yourself and apparently of others of people we know. That's the main point, right?"

Conan shrugged. "It's nothing."

"Yes, but be careful. Not everyone is how we know them, apparently."