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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 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."

"He won't hurt me," Aoko retorted, though there was a note of uncertainty in her tone. He already had, after all. But it wasn't just up to the assassin -- she wasn't going to let him hurt her again either, not if she had anything to say about it.

"Of course I won't~" said 1412 cheerfully, not even bothering to fake hurt feelings. Bold and brash and utterly unrepentant, he was what he was, and was daring the little miss to come closer.

--to deny his expectations and say 'no' to the kaito and choose him choose him please choose him over kaito but she wouldn't, she'd walk away and so he was pushing and testing already to make her do so because he wanted and didn't want so badly--

Kaito voiced Aoko's silent concerns.

"He did once already."

And he still refused to let go.

"And I won't let him do it again," Aoko retorted firmly, though quietly, so that the 1412 was less likely to hear. She didn't want him to consider it a challenge. "Kaito, please."

It was such a little thing that she almost didn't know why she was arguing over it. She should just listen to Kaito, let him pull her away and leave 1412 to himself. He was right -- the assassin wasn't helpless, and could easily get it himself.

But there was something else going on here, she was sure. She couldn't put her finger on how, exactly, or for what, but it felt like 1412 was... testing her.

"Should listen to the Aoko," purred 1412, stabbing the weapon with idle viciousness into the side of the mattress, looking back at the pair with a sunny smile. "Shouldn't he, miss Aoko?"

Test or no test, Kaito was a stubborn person, particularly about things he knew he had a right to be stubborn about.

"No, Aoko," he said, ignoring 1412's own pleas. He tugged at her arm again, this time attempting to lead her to the door, "Let's just go."

Aoko yanked back harder, trying to get her arm free. She could be just as stubborn as Kaito, and had the temper to go with it.

Externally she didn't react to the assassin's stabbing motion, but internally it made her flinch. She rounded on him next. "Don't you start."

"Start what?" 1412's words were light but his tone was vicious and he could feel everything bubbling at the corners of his mind - people, persons, close and too far and what-should-I-do? -

He rolled onto his front, sitting up with barely a care for what wounds he might be stretching, the touch of damp at his upper arm proving he'd broken open one of the cuts there at least.

"Do tell, Miss Aoko," he purred. "What am I starting?"

When 1412 moved, Kaito tugged again on Aoko's arm, this time drawing her back so she was partially behind him. The position the assassin was in wasn't particularly threatening, but Kaito was beyond taking chances with him. He didn't care if Aoko was being tested or if 1412 supposedly liked her or if he was ultimately exacerbating things. He still remembered finding Aoko stumbling drearily through the hallways with her wrist broken and bruised.

And he wasn't about to let anything worse happen.

Aoko stumbled as Kaito drew her back, peeking at the assassin from over his shoulder. "Kaito, he started bleeding again," she pointed out plaintively, ignoring 1412's question for now.

1412's eyes darkned, thoughts twisting into one messy incoherent spiral, one thing att he center - Aoko hiding behind him, talking to him, listening to him him him.

He snapped, suddenly vicious and flung a weapon at them, sending it shuddering into the plaster, millimetres away from having touched Aoko.

"Get out." Out, out -- stupid-- thoughts broke and 1412 snarled, another weapon - improvised senbon - between his fingers already. "Bastards."

Kaito didn't need to be told twice. He had been trying to get out of that room all along, after all.

"Our pleasure," he hissed back, tugging one last time on Aoko's arm to pull her toward the door again, "We've done the best we can for him, Aoko, let's go."

She was going to be angry with him for this. He'd probably have to sit through a long tirade on how stubborn he was and how it wouldn't have hurt for her to get close to him. Maybe she would be right, but at this point, he didn't care.

He just wanted out. He was not a killer and he never would be, and he was tired of looking into his own face and seeing nothing but madness.

Surely Aoko would understand... right?

Aoko jumped reflexively when the makeshift senbon thudded into the wall a scant thumb's width from her ear, making it easier for Kaito to drag her back a few stumbling steps before she dug her heels into the carpet.

No, not now! It had been so hard to get 1412 to trust her in the first place. If they just left like this--

"Kaito, let go!" she demanded, yanking hard on her arm without thinking, without stopping to reason.

"Yeeessss, little miss, let's go," he hisses viciously, twisting words, having already seen the betrayal and unwilling to unsee it to believe she could want to stay. He rises to his feet like some vengeful wraith, full of fury and anger. This time he does aim for flesh - but still not for her, not properly. For Kaito, his upper arm, readying more senbon between his fingers. Such a lot of coathangers to break.

There's a flash of movement at the corner of his vision, and Kaito is forced to finally release Aoko's arm in order to avoid being struck by the makeshift senbon. He stumbles a bit-- so very unlike his normally composed demeanor, taken off guard by both Aoko's insistence that she stay (why won't she listen) and 1412's advancements. The weapon whizzes past him (nicking the edges of his clothing on the way), embedding itself in the wall behind with a soft 'thud.' He doesn't turn to face it.

Instead, his attention is now focused on 1412, hand now in his pockets searching for his card gun as he almost immediately recovers from his earlier stumble. It's a harmless weapon, not meant to hurt or injure, but if he's lucky 1412 won't know that.

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