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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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You're-- [this was a lot of information to take in at once, especially with a hazy mind, but Kaito was sure he had all the important facts down... this kid was Kudo's cousin in... some distant, parallel world? Where he also existed as Kaitou Kid?

It sounded like some weird science fiction novel. Then again, Kaito's entire life had turned into a weird science fiction novel.

When Conan brandished the scissors, Kaito lifted a hand to work on shakily unzipping his prison-issued jumpsuit]

... 's weird. [he mumbled it underneath his breath as he gave Conan a long, hard, suspicious look]

[Kaito doing things himself was good too - or it would be if Shinichi couldn't practically feel that shaking. And he was only saying so much at once so that the guy understood that he wasn't about to stab him in the back or something.]

Tell me about it. I've met an alien version of Hakuba, a ghost version of you, an immortal version of me, and I've heard of a version of you who's an insane assassin. And that's not mentioning my life before here. [Spoken rather dryly, as if that last point amused him somewhat with the irony.

His eyes narrowed.] I can help, you know.

[Kaito lifts a free hand to wave it at Conan] I'm fine. I'm not helpless. I can do it myself.

[His frown deepens as he lets the kid's words sink in as much as they can through his dizziness]

For one thing, you are not fine. For another, I wasn't going to say that you were helpless, but you are damn stubborn. You don't need to be helpless to accept help, you know. [Crosses his arms.] You need to have that bleeding stopped. You've already lost enoug - your pulse is going too fast to be healthy, as well as several other things that simply equate to not good.

[Kaito thinking about what he'd said was the point. Keep him awake, and aware. Give him something to think about and question. Come on, take the bait...]