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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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."

It was lucky for them that 1412 was weaker than he usually was, otherwise he would have been out the door already, ~~possibly~~ almost certainly injuring them in the process. He snarled, tugging himself away again.

"Anyone tries to hurt me ends up dead," he said, wrenching his arm out of Aoko's grip and stumbling as he managed it, nearly sinking to his knees before he stabilised himself.

"Is that what happened to the other Kaito?"

He was reaching out to catch 1412, hoping to catch him before he made it to the door, "You idiot, stop overexerting yourself!"

-- he tried not to think about the fact that Aoko had said practically the exact same thing to him a few weeks earlier.

Aoko hurried to take up her own position in front of the door, blocking any immediate exit on the assassin's part. Probably not the smartest thing she'd ever done, but she was only thinking about she wanted him to stop hurting himself.

"Okay, we won't lock the door if you don't want us to! Just stay here so we can get you some food!"

"I. Don't. Want. To."

1412's words were a low, dangerous growl, expression furious. He hated being weak, and not-strong and it was their fault he wouldn't be like this if they hadn't interrupted. He wanted Jii who knew what to say and was clever with the bandages, and stayed out of his way after. He couldn't trust them, the stupid Kaito holding on to his little miss so ferociously - never mind that he'd do the name, cling and never let go of what was his his his -

He hissed in frustration. "Hate you."

Kaito's expression darkened.

There was a beat. A short pause as Kaito glared at 1412. It's not that his words had affected him-- on the contrary, he really didn't care what the assassin thought about him-- but he was just being so. Damn. Belligerent--

He retracted his hands and shoved them into his pockets, briskly brushing towards Aoko and the door.

"Let's just go."

"Kaito!!"

Aoko looked between the two versions of her best friend, her own expression shifting into one of sheer stubbornness and pique. Stupid, thick-headed, irritating, arrogant, stupid stupid boys-!!

"I'm staying here!!" she declared angrily, planting her feet apart and folding her arms, looking for all the world like you couldn't move her with a bulldozer. She glared at her fiancé. "If you're going to go, then go get him some food from the dining room. Then I'll leave."

Honestly, she just wanted to make sure the assassin wouldn't die of blood loss. Why did they have to make something so simple so difficult?

Hmph. If stupid Kaito was leaving, then 1412 would stay. Stupid Kaito.

1412 didn't care, though. Didn't care if his Aoko left as well. He just didn't like the stupid Kaito, and wasn't going to pay attention to him any longer.

"Go away," he declared, walking over to the wardrobe and looking inside, very pointedly not paying attention the them.

Oh no, Kaito wasn't about to leave Aoko alone like this. Not after what happened last time, and he surely didn't trust 1412 not to hurt her again.

"Aoko," he said firmly as he reached out and tugged at her arm, "He obviously doesn't want our help. He's bandaged, we've stopped the bleeding as best as we could, there isn't anything else for us to do. C'mon, let's go."

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