justonetruth | [for pansbox and police

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[for pansbox and police_daughter~]

After the incident with Kaito - stupid boy with a stupid name - 1412 was in the infirmary, but only because it was convenient. He would rather have holed up in a bedroom and let himself heal, but he kept bleeding everywhere. So he'd locked the door and made do.

His jacket and cape were off, lying bloody and torn on the floor, shirt following after and draped over the end of a counter. The assassin himself sat a little further on from the shirt, a few rolls of bandages next to him. He was slowly winding a half-used roll around and over the gashes on his chest, a constant litany of muttering under his breath as he worked.

"-stupid boy, shouldn't... Why did he...? Idiot! Mine mine, how dare he? ...shouldn't have done that, oh no, shouldn't, gonna make him paaaay~ Idiot, idiot, idiot stupid Kaito person-"

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Kaito quirked an eyebrow at 1412. Where was he going with this?

"'Course it's easy for me to say I love her," he pointed out, "Why?"

Aoko was trying to figure out where either of them were going with this. Honestly, men.

Though... it was almost as if 1412 was being protective of her, in his own way. Which was strange to think about.

She shook her head slightly, dispelling the thought. She recognized that stubborn set to Kaito's tone, and knew that she needed to change the subject before the argument got any worse.

The wounds on 1412's torso were all treated, but she could see ones on his legs that were still bleeding through his pants -- the fabric was almost more red than white now. Aoko finished anchoring the last bandage and took a deep breath.

It's okay. He needs the help. Besides, it isn't anything I haven't seen before!

...Technically.

"You have to take off your pants so I can bandage your legs," she instructed, glad that her voice didn't waver at all.

...Even if it was a little louder than it needed to be.

1412 looked at Kaito intently, measuringly, but was interrupted by Aoko before he could form his errant thoughts into words.

He blinked at her pronouncement, spreading his arms and twisting to look over his bandages, letting out a litle pleased chuckle.

"Clever miss Aoko!" he beamed, patting her cheek fondly. His gaze shifted to Kaito, beaming cheerfully, any trace of his sombre mood gone. "She is clever, isn't she, stupid-Kaito?"

Must. Not. Deck. The. Assassin.

"Careful. If you patronize her too much, she'll hit you with the nearest cleaning object." This he knew from experience. Making Aoko angry (on purpose, most of the time) was his area of expertise, and at this point he knew exactly which buttons that, when pressed, would elicit the most violent reactions.

His gaze shifted down to the injuries on 1412's legs, and he sighed. Aoko was right-- they couldn't treat the cuts there while he was still wearing pants. He shoved his own uncomfortableness aside (and decided not to address Aoko's because he could tell it was there, just from the way her voice increased in volume so quickly) and handed her more bandages. "We're almost done. Just do what she says."

If the way Aoko was darkly glowering at the assassin, Kaito's assessment of the situation was right on the mark. She took the bandages from her fiancé and simply folded her arms, waiting for 1412 to comply.

1412 blinked, expression completely innocent.

"Patronise? My miss Aoko?"

A wide grin.

"I'd never do that!"

That said, he hopped off of the counter to remove his trousers - or tried to. His legs were stiff, and he really had lost too much blood as he stumbled and fell forwards and why was the world spinning?

Stagger back, and fall against the counter, eyes wide and panicked, hands white-knuckled against the countertop.

As soon as 1412 stumbled, Kaito reached out to grab his arms to steady him (careful of his treated injuries, of course). It was enough to make him ignore the possessive 'my' tacked onto Aoko's name and focus more on the assassin's well-being.

For now, anyway.

"Idiot..." he said with a shake of his head, and the insult carried a patronizing and scolding tone of his own, "You've lost too much blood to be jumping around like that." The magician glanced up at Aoko and jerked his head at the couch in the corner of the room.

"Help me get him over there so he can sit down."

Aoko had also started towards 1412 when he stumbled, but Kaito beat her to catching him. She waited for him to get a proper grip, then nodded at his instruction, expression drawn and worried as she slipped underneath 1412's other arm to support him.

He was so thin, lighter than she remembered Kaito being when she'd had to support his weight during his injury, and she wondered just how much he ate. He felt... fragile.

"Will he be okay?" she asked Kaito, worriedly. He had more medical knowledge than she did. Granted, even if the assassin wouldn't be okay, she wasn't sure how much she could do about it. She doubted there was blood transfusion equipment in the infirmary. And even if there was, did any of them know how to use it? Did 1412 even have the same blood type as Kaito?

1412 almost - almost - let out a keening whimper at the pain, and the dizziness and at being touched by these two unfamiliar people.

He grit his teeth instead and straightened, attempting to keep as much of his own weight to himself as he could. Didn't need nobody but himself.

"Don't... need..."

1412 subsided without having to be told to stop being silly, not able to bring up the effort it took to protest, half stumbling as he leant on them. He hurt.

As soon as Aoko helped support 1412's weight, Kaito began to lead him toward t he couch. "He should be okay," he said to Aoko, ignoring the assassin's delirious mumblings, "If he rests and eats enough, he should recover fine."

That's barring any major infections... he silently added to himself. The body could reproduce any blood lost, and though Kaito knew a good bit about first aid, he wasn't a doctor. He couldn't treat serious infections, particularly ones that would require medication.

"That all requires his cooperation, though," he added pointedly.

"And we still don't know what happened..." Aoko murmured, carefully helping 1412 sit down on the couch. She kept expecting Hakuba-kun or one of the others to walk through the door. She doubted any of them would try to do anything to 1412 while he was so injured (but if Kaito could be an assassin, couldn't there be a cold-hearted Hakuba? her mind whispered), but the assassin was already twitchy enough with just her and Kaito helping him, and she doubted the appearance of any of the detectives would be a good thing at the moment.

On top of that, she doubted that 1412 was the only one who was hurt. He'd already broken her wrist, and drawn a knife when they entered; she couldn't see him taking these kinds of injuries without fighting back. Had he been attacked because he'd been hurting someone else?

And who was the other Kaito who'd hurt him in the first place?

One thing at a time, Aoko told herself. 1412 looked too weak to even get out of his own trousers at this point, so she hesitantly reached for his belt to do it herself.

Edited 2010-02-08 04:15 (UTC)

"...silly. Hah."

1412 hissed between his teeth as he was sat down on the sofa, muscles twitching. "Want to know? Told you, told you what happened. Stupid Kaito and his stupid wires and his stupid knives... Excellent balance on this one. Tanegashima work, right?" His voice had slid to a slightly different register, away from his normal sharp tones, recognisable as a 'normal' Kaito.

"Stupid Kaito," he said scowling. "Stupid stupid foolishly fool boy with knives and wries and..." 1412 subsided into an incoherent growl, fingers twisting like they were aching to hurt something.

Knives and wires and-- How many versions of him were here who had no qualms with harming people?

"... you could just roll his pants up, you know," he pointed out to Aoko, "It'd be easier and he wouldn't have to move so much."

Aoko wordlessly pointed to the deep cuts on 1412's thighs and raised an eyebrow at her friend -- there was no way those could be treated unless the pants came off -- then turned back to the assassin.

"Why was he attacking you?" she asked. He didn't seem to be making any move to get his pants himself, so she sighed and resigned herself to removing them.

"Just playing with him," muttered 1412, poking Aoko's hands, then swatting them out of the way and unbuckling his belt himself. Head bowed, preoccupied with his trousers so he didn't have to look at them while he talked.

"Just playing with my dearest rival and he wants to join the party and gets nasty. Could have died, oh yes, I could, and he's not allowed. Only dearest rival can do that."

He twitched his feet up onto the sofa, wriggling out of his trousers with his face curiously blank against the pain. A few of the cuts were bleeding again, trousers taking the scabs with them, and it was with an almost absent gesture that he pressed his hand against the deepest cut on the outside of his thighs to stem the flow of blood.

As soon as 1412's gashes started bleeding again, Kaito had reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him back down onto the couch so Aoko could finish cleaning and wrapping his injuries.

"Hurry, Aoko, he's bleeding again." He had lost a lot of blood between the time Aoko and Kaito had entered the room and now, and the magician wasn't sure exactly how much he had lost before then. Either way, with how pale his other was, they couldn't waste any time in patching up the rest of his injuries.

In the meantime, he tried not to think about exactly what 1412 meant by 'playing with his dearest rival.' Knowing what he knew... it couldn't be anything good.

Aoko swore under her breath and quickly pulled 1412's fingers away, pressing gauze to the wound. No time to disinfect these ones -- if she'd known they were bleeding this badly, she would have hurried more with bandaging his torso.

"For some reason I don't think it was 'just playing'," she managed to mutter, padding another bad wound with more gauze and holding it in place with her forearm while she bandaged the first. It was awkward, but it worked.

14112 made a small noise of protest at being manhandled, but not much more than that. So tired. He let his head tilt back against the back of the couch, watching them with half-lidded eyes.

"Was just... playing," he murmured. "Chibi-chan agreed to play."

He flicked his fingers idly, seeming surprised when nothing appeared in them, lifting his head to look about in confusion.

"Games stop being games when people start to get hurt."

Taking note of 1412's confused expression (and the way he was still trying to move, despite the extent of his injuries), Kaito rolled his eyes and pulled him back again (thought this time, much gentler).

Now that he was almost completely bandaged, however, there was the question of what to do with him afterward.

'Chibi-chan' . . .

Did he mean Edogawa-kun? Had he been hurting a child?

"You shouldn't ever hurt a child, whether it's a game or not," she said coldly. Her voice was very, very hard as she continued to bandage her way down his legs. Luckily there weren't as many of the larger wounds there as there had been on his torso.

Edited 2010-02-10 03:44 (UTC)

1412 growled quietly at the Kaito, irritation turning to laughter at Aoko's proclamation, the noise sounding strained and rasping, dying off quickly.

"Chibi-chan isn't a child. Oh no. Never was when I first met him."

A soft smile found his face, gentle expression betrayed by the eagerness in his eyes, the distance as he looked at somethign only he could see.

"Not a child at all."

Kaito marked another similarity in his mind; so Kudo had been shrunk in 1412's world, as well.

That was something he hadn't shared with Aoko, even after telling her all about Kaitou Kid, his father, and Pandora. The smug detective's secrets weren't his to share, after all.

"He needs to rest when we're done," he said, deciding not to address 1412's statement that Conan wasn't a kid, "You think he can sleep here?"

Edited 2010-02-10 21:51 (UTC)

Aoko shook her head.

"Too many people come in here," she said, worriedly. Not to mention there was still the blood trail in the hallway, like a big red arrow. "And he needs to eat something too, right? We should move him to a bedroom."

1412 made a vague grumbling noise in the back of his throat that could be interpreted as 'blech'. "Don't want to eat." He lifted his hand to his mouth, gnawing at the plasters over his fingers that covered nicks from the wires, his look over his hand stubbornly daring them to comment.

"Not nice to say 'him' when he's here," he grumbled, unaware that he did exactly the same thing himself quite often.

Kaito was just as stubborn, and even more daring. "You have to eat," he said flatly, "You lost too much blood not to."

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