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's right," Aoko said, finishing with a last deep cut on 1412's calf. It wasn't the neatest bandaging job ever, but it worked. He wasn't bleeding through the gauze, at least. "You need to drink something, too. Juice, or water or something."

"Been very helpful, yes, yes, now go. Shoo," said 1412, flapping a hand at them. "Don't want to means don't want to, so go away."

He slumped further back against the couch grumpily, attempting a glare at them that only got sidetracked as his back protested. "Hrrrr."

"Shoo," Kaito repeated with an amused snort, "Doesn't want to may mean doesn't want to, but it doesn't' mean you don't have to."

He nodded at Aoko and reached out to help 1412 up again. "Lets try to get him to the bedrooms first."

Aoko nodded back and took up position on 1412's other side. She was glad Kaito was helping her; it was easier to argue with the assassin if they were coming at him from two sides. And he did need to eat.

"No," snapped 1412, turning away from Kaito and latching onto Aoko, draping over her. "Don't want to."

And then adding, voice muffled by the fact he was burying his face in Aoko's shoulder, "Don't need to."

it was obvious who 1412 considered to be the bad guy in this situation.

The magician flinched in annoyance as 1412 pulled away and clung to Aoko (and it was due to more than just the fact that he was being defied so thoroughly). "She can't walk if you do that," he said, voice even and clearly irate.

Clearly, if they wanted to get anywhere, Aoko was going to have to be the one to convince him that resting in the bedrooms and eating was a good idea. With a sigh, Kaito shifted his gaze from the assassin to his best friend, imploring her to say something to get 1412 to cooperate.

Aoko sighed as well, supporting 1412 as best she could so that he didn't make his injuries worse (and trying not to blush at the way he was snuggling. Her Kaito was right there).

"You do need to," she said, in her best 'brooking-no-arguments' tone. Honestly, it was like talking to a little kid. "If you want to get better you need to eat and drink something and rest. You could die if you don't let your body make more blood!"

...Or at least she was pretty sure he could die. Aoko wasn't particularly concerned over whether it was true or not, so long as it got the assassin to listen to her.

That caught 1412's attention, even if only a little. Dying was bad, yes. He didn't die, he died other people. Killed other people. And... there was a reason for him not to die, he was sure of it. He'd think of it soon.

"Not going to die," he informed her haughtily, straightening up, sheer stubbornness being the only thing to keep him from collapsing again.

Okay, that seemed to reach him, and Kaito let out an annoyed scoff. "Let's go, then," he said as he took a hold of 1412's arm again. He pulled gently, yet forcefully, trying his best to pull the assassin to his feet and hoping Aoko would help.

Aoko did the same, also doing her best to get the assassin upright without worsening anything. "You definitely won't die if you eat something and rest, so that's what you need to do!" she scolded. She was tempted to roll her eyes at the haughty tone, but refrained.

1412 did not want to stand up, but he grudgingly let himself be pulled upright, staggering a little and feeling faint. He didn't fall back down, though his grip tightened painfully on both Aoko and Kaito.

His gaze drifted across to the blood on the counter, the droplets trailing across the floor, the bloody tie, shirt, jacket and gloves - all recognisably Kid's - and he grinned, a brief flash of teeth.

"Oh no, he's hurt~" he fluted in a female voice, then dropped back down to his own clipped tones, perfectly willing to leave now. Poor whoever found it. Poor whoever thought there was somebody dead.

"Let's leave."

Kaito didn't need to be told twice. With another nod at Aoko, just to make sure the two were working in unison, he led 1412 forward, making sure to hold onto him tightly so he wouldn't slip and fall in his own ominous trail of blood.

Aoko didn't even flinch at 1412's comment or his painful grip. Instead she just thinned her lips and concentrated on moving him in tandem with Kaito.

"What do you want to eat?" she asked, trying to distract... she wasn't sure who.

"Spinach, chocolate and orange juice," said 1412 promptly. Iron, sugar, and hydration. He'd been taught, he knew what he had to eat. Even if he didn't want to eat.

Blech. He just wanted to find a rooftop and jump off of it. But he was injured. 1412 frowned, making an unhappy noise in the back of his throat. Too many people, and he didn't want to eat. Stupid Kaito-person. Stupid Little Miss Aoko.

They should just leave him alone.

Kaito couldn't help but make a face. "That sounds appetizing," he muttered dryly.

Thankfully, there were bedrooms on the first floor just down the hall from the infirmary. He had a feeling if the tried to drag the injured assassin up the stairs, bad things would probably happen.

Aoko didn't think the selection sounded any tastier, but knowing how the mansion worked so far, she should be able to find something mostly appetizing. If not, she figured she could make it. She had to have some kind of recipe with spinach in her head, after all, with all the cooking she did for her dad.

Helping Kaito help 1412 down the hall, she picked the first suitable bedroom, and -- wary of any detectives who might come walking in at any moment -- shoved the door open with her shoulder. The room was empty and dim, curtains drawn, and didn't look like it had been disturbed by anyone in a while.

Perfect.

"Stupid Kaito agrees with me on one thing," muttered 1412 sourly. Spinach always made the chocolate taste so bad. Jii made odd faces at him too, until he asked him, and then he'd gone out the room. 1412 growled under his breath. Didn't like remembering. Nope. Didn't.

1412 made an odd face at the room, trying to peer behind the door. He wasn't lying down in a room he didn't know was safe.

Two things, technically (orange juice wasn't that bad for breakfast) but certainly not together (unless, of course there were chocolate chips in his pancakes but that didn't really count and was entirely too far off topic for him to think about right now).

He helped 1412 into the room, nodding at the bed and indicating to Aoko that they should lay him down.

"You think we should lock the door?"

Aoko bit her lip and then looked at 1412. "Do you want to?"

She didn't want him to think they were locking him in, after all.

1412 was glaring at Kaito, expression lethal.

"Should know better," he hissed.

No, he did not want the door locked. Not at all, and the stupid Kaito should have known that. Did have, because he was trying to trap him, wasn't he?

He growled, edging away from Kaito, tyring to move towards the door. Couldn't trust him.

Whoa, wrong thing to say, at completely the wrong time. He tried to keep his grip on 1412, but not so tightly that the assassin would feel threatened or trapped.

"Oi oi, I don't want to trap you in here!" Kaito said, "If the door's locked, then no one out there could get in here!"

Of course, he knew perfectly well that that fact wasn't necessarily true. He could pick locks, after all. Another Kaito would be able to do the same.

"Kaito's right!" Aoko added, doing her best to keep the assassin from fighting his way back into the hall. "What if there's a Hakuba-kun looking for you? If the door's locked, he won't be able to get in."

"If Hakuba-Saguru-kun is looking for me," snarled 1412, trying to wrench his way loose. "I want him in here." His precious Moriarty, his precious plaything. Wouldn't -dare- kill him, oh no.

"It's not just Hakuba," you idiot, had added mentally, deciding it was probably better not to insult the assassin, "What about the guy who did this to you?" Wait, no, that had a been a Kaito, it was a moot point. "What about someone who is not me who might want to hurt you like the other guy did?"

Edited 2010-02-23 08:14 (UTC)

"And you don't want anyone in here!" Aoko's glare was just as insistent as her grip, worry adding a petulance to it. "You can barely stand!!"

Except dammit, arguing wasn't getting them anywhere, either. Her hold slackening ever-so-slightly, Aoko let her expression turn pleading. "Please."

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