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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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Except Ran's pretty sure she knows who he is already. After all, she and Kuroba-kun were both affected by the community virus that turned people into children.

Still, with how the mansion works, this Kaito might very well be a child, so she approaches him as neutrally as she can, hands folded behind her back and a pleasant smile on her face.

"Kuroba-kun?"

There are a host of emotions on his face as he whirls around. Fear, bewilderment, relief. No recognition of the name, but he obviously knows her.

"Ran-neechan!" Running to her, grabbing her around one leg in a tight hug. "What's going on? Where's niisan? What is this place?"

Why was she calling him by that name? She shouldn't know that name. But worry and confusion are easy to hide behind Poker Face, as is the flight-or-fight reaction that comes from that worry.

"Niisan?"

Ran blinks. Kuroba-kun doesn't have a brother, does he? And he seems like a child... (Though she's not sure she can ever take that for granted again after finding out Shinichi's secret.)

"Ah... this isn't your home. A lot of people just call it the mansion, or the dressing room." She crouched down to meet his height and gave him a reassuring smile. "It's kind of strange, but it isn't too bad."

He pulls away from her quickly, obviously unnerved. "Edogawa Conan. My brother." A pause, childish wariness underlaid with something else, something older and more paranoid. "I know you keep telling me to wear my glasses more, but I know you can recognize me without them."

...Well, this is confusing.

"Conan-kun is your brother?"

Confusion, then well-practiced fumbling in the pocket of his cargo shorts for a pair of black-rimmed glasses, identical to Conan's, which he slides smoothly onto his face. His eyes never leave Ran, but he backs away, wary.

He doesn't say anything.

It's difficult to fool an older version of yourself, though. Like this one, who just so happens to be standing behind mini!Kaito with an amused look on his face, hands stuffed in his pockets.

"I was such a cute kid."

A startled noise, and the boy whirls around, shock quickly replaced by an innocently questioning Poker Face.

"Do I know you, niisan?"

He kneels down in front of the kid and grins. "How old are you, eight?" And then tilts his head. "You will in about eleven years."

Edited 2010-02-25 02:14 (UTC)

"I'm seven." A pause, "And you look kind of like Shinichi-niisan, are you his brother? I didn't think he had a brother."

Outwardly questioning little kid, inwardly freaking out.

"12 years, then!" Kaito corrected. He managed not to outwardly flinch at the comparison between him and Kudo, and with a shake of his head he snapped his fingers and produced a bright yellow rose in the air from nowhere.

"I'm not Kudo, 'm Kaito Kuroba! Nice to meetcha~"

Edited 2010-02-25 02:32 (UTC)

"Nice to meet you, Kaito-niisan!" No outward reaction to the name, no trademark flower. Just a bright smile.

A curious reaction.

"So what's your name?"

He fixes an 'adults are so stupid' expression on his face as he responds.

"You're not supposed to tell your name to people who kidnap you to strange places."

That earns him a flat look.

"Oi oi, I didn't kidnap you!"

Matching flat looks. Not creepy at all.

"Well, somebody did."

It doesn't phase Kaito. As far as he's concerned, this kid is just him 12 years younger. He's used to stuff like this.

"The mansion did." Eerie grin.

"Mansions don't kidnap people. Mitsuhiko-kun thought one did, once, but it was just Akako-neechan."

"Awwww....you're so cute!" Aoko said upon seeing a little Kaito, walking over to him. "Are you a little kid Kaito?"

Another raised eyebrow. He didn't remember running into anyone named Mitsuhiko when he was a kid. Wasn't that one of the glasses brat's friends, anyway...?

"This mansion kidnaps people, and who's Mitsuhiko-kun?"

Aoko? And it was and she was looking at him and she called him by his name and she looked normal and even happy and he could just feel Poker Face slide off in shock.

He couldn't trust himself to say anything.

Aoko kneeled down so she was more on his level, smiling at him. "Hi," she said and then noticed how...shocked he looked. "...do you already know who I am?" She asked. "Well, Kaito was a smart kid...I think," Aoko murmured. She was pretty sure he was.

"Is it magic?" Totally open to accepting the possibility.

"And Mitsuhiko-kun's my friend. He was Niisan's friend first, but he's my friend now, since I'm in the Shonen Tantei!"

Rooting in one of the pockets of his cargo shorts, pulling out a pair of black-rimmed glasses and a communicator badge, and holding the badge up for the older 'Kuroba Kaito' to inspect, while jamming the glasses back in the pocket. "See?"

It wasn't Aoko. It couldn't be Aoko. And if it was, there was something very wrong. Poker Face.

"I think you've got me confused with somebody else, neechan."

"Oh? You sure?" Aoko asked, leaning closer to inspect him. "I mean, Edogawa-kun looks a lot like Kaito when he was this age. I remember thinking that. But you have Kaito's messy hair," she said, ruffling his hair. "The shade of blue that's Kaito's eyes and not Edogawa's. A few other subtle differences from Edogawa's appearance that might become Kaito's features."

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