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[There are loud crashing noises coming from one of the rooms, followed by the sound of shattering glass and a few more ominous thumps. It goes silent again for a few moments, before the door is flung open and someone flies out of the room, skidding across the wooden floors of the hallway and colliding painfully with the opposite wall.

It's another Kaito, though clearly not one of the more normal ones. He's dressed in a dull green jumpsuit indicative of prison garb, and a light-gray, metal collar with a bar-code adorning the front is looped around his neck. His appearance isn't helped by the dark red blood stains that spatter his clothing and smear across his cheek. Nor does is it helped by the light trail of blood that now streaks across the floor where he slid, and the droplets that now line the wall where he landed.

He's breathing heavily as he lifts a hand to wipe his mouth, and he freezes mid-motion. His gaze darts frantically around the hallway, and despite his seemingly serious injuries, he's on his feet within seconds, taking a defensive stance and glancing frantically at his surroundings]

The hell--

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[Kaito isn't quite used to wearing yukatas, in prison or out of it, but he remembers how to put one on. So as Ran speaks, he gets dressed, wincing as he accidentally irritates his injuries]

That doesn't make any sense. There's only one me, just like there's only one Ran-- [or there's only supposed to be one, anyway]

[Conan has disappeared as quietly as he appeared, and Ran keeps her back turned.] I think that it is magic.

[-- magic? His response is instinctual at this point]

Magic doesn't-- [but he cuts himself off. He's seen a lot of things that almost feel like magic since being thrown into Deadman Wonderland, hasn't he?]

You think magic... duplicated us into different scenarios, and pulled us into this... mansion?

"I think the different scenarious existed before the mansion," Ran ventured. "But other than that, you are correct. May I turn around?"

[he blinks]

Uh, yeah. 'M dressed. [hesitation, and then he asks firmly] Do you know any way to get out of this mansion and back to where we came from?

[Ran turns around, stopping a little as she realises how like Shinichi Kaito looks in the yukata. She has to look away quickly.]

I am afraid not. I have not been here long myself but all I have heard indicates it is a matter of time and of luck.

[He doesn't seem to notice her discomfort, too caught up in the fact that he can't get home when he needs to get home. He curses, bringing a hand up to rub his temples]

... I need to get back. As soon as possible. Something really important is happening at the prison I'm at, and-- [he pauses and clenches his jaw] -- I need to be there for it.

I am sorry to hear that. It seems the Mansion has little concern for the feelings of its guests.

[Curious prisoner to want to return to prison!]

[a humorless laugh, and he doesn't look up]

... you talk about it like it has a mind of its own.

At this point, it would not surprise me. Besides, when you think of the stories of monster-houses ...

[Ran paused as Conan returned, a brightly coloured container in his hands, orange juice clearly written on its side. After a quick glance at Kaito to make sure that he is not taking any liberties, Conan takes it to Ran.] I found it in the cold box.

[Kaito blinks from Conan, then to Ran, and for the first time since his arrival in this strange place, he smiles. It's wry and tired, but ti's a smile]

... yeah, that's what I need. [a pause] Thanks.

You are welcome. [Ran pats Conan on the head approvingly before steering him towards Kaito with the orange juice.] Conan, if Kaito-san doesn't want his porridge, you can take it.

[Conan holds out the orange juice to Kaito hopefully.]

[A few more blinks, and Kaito takes the orange juice]

Er... he can have it.

[Conan takes the bowl without preamble, shifting to a cushion at the low table to eat it. Ran pours a second bowl for herself, glancing at Kaito.]

You're not hungry? Or is that all you require?

[Kaito's already gulping down the orange juice (from the carton, of course) by the time Ran turns to him with her question. He needs as much vitamin C as he can get-- especially after that last fight.

He lowers the carton and wipes at his mouth after one particularly long swig]

This'll be fine for now. Uh. Thanks.

It is no trouble. [Ran carries her own bowl to the low table, sitting beside Conan, and giving him a nudge.]

[It takes a moment for Conan to realise he is being prompted.] None at all. [Pause.] Where are you from?

[Kaito drums his fingers against the orange juice carton as he inhales and exhales deeply, deciding not to name the prison as his primary home]

Tokyo. What about you guys?

The village Beika, in the Western provinces. [Ran pauses thoughtfully.] Tokyo ... I have heard that name before.

Beika... village. That's where the Ran-san I know is from. Except it's not so much a village...

[he shrugs and goes back to his orange juice]

Someone told me that Edo was called Tokyo where they were from. Perhaps they were from the same place as Kaito-niisama?

[After a moment, Ran nods agreement.] He did say my father was a detective, did he not? Kaito-san, do you know a boy very like this one?

[Kaito glances up from his carton]

Tokyo hasn't been called Edo for a long time where I come from. [his gaze flickers to Conan]

And I've never met that kid at home before. Just you, Ran-san.

[Conan frowns, forgetting his porridge as he digests that information. What does it all mean?]

[Ran is otherwise preoccupied.] How do you feel?

[a nod from Kaito]

Better. Still lightheaded, but I'll be alright.

Perhaps you should rest here while we look for Aoko.

... Aoko? [he perks up at the sound of her name, and he vaguely remembers Ran mentioning her before]

You saw her, right? She's okay? She's... [he hesitates. If this isn't his Ran... or the Ran he knows form home, anyway, then how does he know this Aoko is the same one he was trying to rescue before?]