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There is, in a hallway, a small child. He looks to be about seven years old. He looks to be a Kaito. He also looks rather confused and lost and startled.

He isn't going to introduce himself as Kuroba Kaito though, and he isn't going to be performing any magic tricks for you.

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"Good answer," Kaito said, and he lifted his hands to link them behind his head lazily.

He yawned nonchalantly. "By the way, don't freak out just because I'm here. There are a lot of us in this mansion. It's a nexus between worlds that likes to pull us and people we know into it for some unknown reason." One hand was lowered so he could pinch his own cheek, just to prove he wasn't wearing a mask. "See?"

"How many of us are there?" Expression innocent.

"And there was this one guy who got plastic surgery to look like Shinichi-neechan and ruin his reputation. Is that what you're doing?"

Us, huh? His grin returned. "I haven't been counting, but I know there are at least five. Probably more."

He brushed a hand through his hair and scratched his head lazily, his movements deceptively relaxed and very, very Kaito-like.

"Nope. I'm the real thing. How else would I know about me being Kaitou Kid?" He leaned in a bit closer to the smaller him, his grin turning a bit devious, "Or that Aoko wears blue panties every Tuesday."

"Am I the shortest?" And the expressions and stance and tone all shift slightly, less Edogawa Maurice, more Kuroba Kaito.

A matching grin. "It's rude to flip skirts, Kaito-niichan."

"The shortest I've seen," Kaito said with a nod.

"I bet it's easier to see under skirts at that height," Kaito mused aloud, "Less flipping, more peeking."

"You have to be careful though, 'cause they start catching on to you." Projecting total childish innocence here.

"But if you look like your seven, what can they do? All you have to say is that you wandered underneath there on accident." Sage nod.

"But then Conan or Ai-chan catches you. And that's never a good thing."

Of course, Conan and the blond girl would be the ones to ruin his fun.

"That's because they're spoil sports."

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"They are." Keeping his tone light enough, childish enough that their conversation wouldn't seem too strange if anyone came walking up.

"Niisan won't even let me do any magic. He says it draws too much attention."

That comment was followed by a deep frown from Kaito.

"Too much attention? What's wrong with a little kid showing an interest in magic?"

Though... Tantei-kun might have a point, considering it was easy enough for Kaito to recognize this kid as himself.

A shrug. "Something about 'the apparent murder of Kuroba Kaito', and 'they're suspicious enough about Haibara and me already without you throwing roses everywhere'."

Hoooooold on, back up.

The grin was gone, and Kaito was now studying the smaller version of him curiously. "The apparent murder of Kuroba Kaito," he repeated, his tone not a question, but a statement, "What happened?"

"What's it look like?"

"You faked your death?! Even Kudo didn't do that!"

"It was just how the timing worked out."

"What about mom? Jii-chan? Aoko?"

"Mom and Jii-chan know."

"... and Aoko doesn't know for the same reasons Ran-san doesn't."

It made sense, he would have done the same thing but it still left a very bitter taste in his mouth.

"Yeah."

A pause.

"Y'know, where I come from, Aoko knows about Kaitou Kid."

"How'd that happen?"

"She found out on accident. I filled in the blanks, once she was calm enough to listen to me again." A wry grin.

"Were there broken bones involved, or did you go into hiding?"

"Neither, actually." A shrug, nonchalant. "I thought I'd have to go into hiding, but she was surprisingly understanding."

He lifted an eyebrow at his other curiously. "Something for you to think about. It'll hurt her less if you tell her."