It didn't take him long to put two and two together. Not with the way the other went straight for a knife. Not with the way Aoko pushed past him, placing her form between his and 1412's almost protectively (but protecting whom, he doesn't know). Not with the way she started to say his real name, only to cut herself off and choose to use no name at all.
Kaito hadn't had the chance to meet this version of himself yet, the version that allowed himself to spiral so far off the edge, but he had heard about him. Not only from Aoko, either. His name was whispered all throughout the mansion hallways by those who had crossed paths with him before, each conversation carrying a solemn and ominous tone and making Kaito grateful that he had come to be referred to as 'Kid' and not '1412.'
Unfortunately for Aoko, her Kaito wasn't about to stand back and let things happen as they would without his interference. When she stepped forward, he did too, though he had the decency to know not to walk out in front of her. Sometime during the movement, he had grabbed the sleeve of her shirt and was now holding onto it tightly, though his gaze remained trained on the glimmering weapon in 1412's hand. He was injured, and badly, but Kaito wasn't about to let down his guard just because of that.
He was tense, poised, all of his masks up in full force and his own expression unreadable as he watched for any sudden movements on the part of the assassin. He didn't speak, he merely observed.
This Kaito had tangoed with dangerous enemies before, and even if he preferred not to fight (not to hurt, not to kill), he wouldn't hesitate to defend himself (or Aoko) if necessary.
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Kaito hadn't had the chance to meet this version of himself yet, the version that allowed himself to spiral so far off the edge, but he had heard about him. Not only from Aoko, either. His name was whispered all throughout the mansion hallways by those who had crossed paths with him before, each conversation carrying a solemn and ominous tone and making Kaito grateful that he had come to be referred to as 'Kid' and not '1412.'
Unfortunately for Aoko, her Kaito wasn't about to stand back and let things happen as they would without his interference. When she stepped forward, he did too, though he had the decency to know not to walk out in front of her. Sometime during the movement, he had grabbed the sleeve of her shirt and was now holding onto it tightly, though his gaze remained trained on the glimmering weapon in 1412's hand. He was injured, and badly, but Kaito wasn't about to let down his guard just because of that.
He was tense, poised, all of his masks up in full force and his own expression unreadable as he watched for any sudden movements on the part of the assassin. He didn't speak, he merely observed.
This Kaito had tangoed with dangerous enemies before, and even if he preferred not to fight (not to hurt, not to kill), he wouldn't hesitate to defend himself (or Aoko) if necessary.