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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"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."

"But--"

Aoko stumbled when Kaito pulled, glancing back at the assassin again. It was pretty obvious that she wasn't going to be able to get 1412 to lie down without forcing him on the bed, and even she could admit that that would end badly.

She frowned. "I'll be right back," she promised the injured Kaito, then turned to hers, starting to pull him down the hall. "Come on, we have to at least get him some food!"

Since she was positive that 1412 wouldn't eat anything if they didn't.

1412 waited until they were out the door, then 'tched' loudly to himself, yanking clothing off of hangers indiscriminately. A jumper caught his eye, and that was tossed on the bed, hangers soon clattering after it.

A glance at the door, because the stupid miss was going to come back, he could tell, and he set to breaking the hangers up, plastic snapping and wires twisting apart.

Stupid miss, stupid Kaito and they're all stupid people none of them understand shouldn't have to explain myself oh no why should I explain when I'm the one that deserves the explanations?

When he was finished, the leftover pieces were shoved under the bed along with all the discarded clothes, and 1412 was wearing his boxers and the green jumper he'd found. His makeshift weaponry was hidden from sight, the man himself lying backwards on the bed, head tipped to watch the door.

Kaito let Aoko drag him down the hall, but he made it very much known that he wasn't going to enjoy this trip, no matter how necessary it was.

In fact, the entire way to the kitchen, the entire time she was gathering food for 1412, and the entire trip back, he was mumbling indistinctly to himself. Aoko might have been able to pick up a few words, though. Things like '1412' and 'so stubborn' and 'I am not nearly that bad...'

At any other time, Aoko would have snapped at him, but this time she just ignored her friend instead. Kaito was that bad, but she couldn't bring herself to point out any parallels between him and the assassin -- and she wasn't sure if it was for her sake or his.

So she occupied herself with concentrating hard on getting some good food. And sure enough, when she pushed open the door to the dining room, there was a generous plate of little bite-sized spinach-and-cheese quiches right on the center table.

The mansion really could be convenient sometimes.

A short while later, they were returning to 1412's room with a plateful of the quiche, orange juice, coffee, and some chocolate ice cream. It was very close to being a proper meal, and Aoko hoped the assassin would eat it.

He'd already seemed pretty adamant about their leaving, so rather than just barging into the room like she'd normally do, Aoko stopped and knocked quietly bit firmly on the doorframe. "We brought you some food..."

1412 appeared to be ignoring them, humming quietly to himself, not letting any particular emotion cross his face. After a moment or two he sat up abruptly, grinning widely at them.

"Room service! Good show, I say. You can put it down on the table over there," said 1412 in English, complete with a snobbish high-tone accent.

Kaito held himself back from letting out what would probably have been a few inappropriate insults.

Instead, he quipped back sarcastically, in almost the same English tone.

"That'll be 30 pounds, plus tip."

It was probably just as well he had, really, or else Aoko would have retorted with a few inappropriate insults of her own. Biting her tongue, she put the food down on the dresser just to be contrary, glancing at the assassin as she did so. No pants, and -- oh, whatever, he could wear what he wanted to. At least this way she could see the bandages on his legs, and they appeared to be holding well.

"Here," she said. "Is this okay?"

She knew better than to asked 'do you need anything else'. She couldn't think of a Kaito who wouldn't take advantage of an open-ended question like that.

"So expensive~" murmured 1412, playfulness gone. He rolled to look at them upside-down, toying with one of his makeshift weapons idly, just a flash of metal visible between his fingers.

He smiled at them upside-down, sharp-toothed. "Can't reach over there, miss."

Kaito was perceptive. Not like the detectives he knew, but he had been keeping a close eye on 1412 from the very first moment he and Aoko had run into him. The flash of... well, something, he couldn't quite tell what it was, didn't go unnoticed.

His gaze narrowed, before it flickered back to Aoko. He took hold of her upper arm gently yet firmly, pulling her toward him as he spoke to the assassin on the bed. He wasn't going to take any chances.

"It's close enough that you can get it yourself," he commented lightly.

Not sure that she liked that smile, Aoko let Kaito draw her aside. She didn't want to let herself be afraid of 1412, but she could certainly be wary of him.

"I didn't bring any gross stuff, so you should try to eat all of it, okay?"

1412 whined and let his hands go limp, dangling over the edge of the bed. His weapon was clearly visible, though he was in the wrong position to use it.

"Can't reach," he repeated, then gave Aoko an expression he very very rarely used, for all it's effectiveness.

Puppydog eyes.

"Please?"

-- the puppydog eyes. The same expression he gave Aoko when he tried to implore her to go to the arcade with him, or to get her to stop chasing him her mop.

"Stop that," he snapped irately at 1412. He watched the weapon in his hand carefully as he absolutely refused to let go of Aoko. Wrong position or not, it was still somewhat alarming. "You're not completely helpless."

The exact same expression, and it made Aoko twitch -- for a moment, 1412 looked identical to the boy standing next to her.

Somehow it was scarier than anything else she'd seen from him so far.

But she refused to let him intimidate her, and besides, Kaito was right there, so she pulled on her arm, trying to get her fiancé to let go.

"It'll at least stop his wounds from getting any worse," she pointed out. "Then we can go."

1412 grinned, all fangs and sharp edges.

"Your little miss like me better~" he sing-songed quietly, tauntingly. "Likes me better~"

Kaito's grip on Aoko's arm didn't loosen at all, nor did he respond to 1412's taunting. He knew that the assassin was just trying to get him riled up, and although it stirred a bit of annoyance in him, he managed to keep it down by clinging tightly to his well-worn poker face.

"Aoko," he said as he jerked his head at 1412's hand, "Look what he's carrying. Don't be an idiot."

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