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[moonlit-phantom.livejournal.com]

Kaitou Kid opens a doorway and stumbles in without looking. Everything about him appears normal, the hat, the monocle, the suit, the cape, all except his customary poker face. That was missing, which was understandable since he was walking like a drunken cat.

Oh, and there were bloodstains on him. Brown splotches of dried blood were mainly concentrated around his suit's collar. If one looked carefully, there was even some on his neck. Yet strangely, no wound was anywhere in sight.

Kid staggers blindly over to a couch, and it would seem that the sight of the furniture gave him pause. "Did I enter the wrong house...?" His words came out weak. As if he had no strength to continue, he collapsed down into the maroon colored cushions with a groan. The thief didn't even bother to look around to confirm or deny his theory. If there was anyone else in the room, he didn't notice.

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[samurai-error.livejournal.com]

"It depends what you mean by 'wrong.'" Shinichi looked up from today's reading -- The Fabric of the Cosmos -- and paused. After a moment he continued. "If you were looking for the study, you have undoubtedly found it."

The dark stains on his suit were not promising, neither was he delayed reactions or the difficulty he seemed to be having walking. Blood loss then -- but from what? "You are not well."

[moonlit-phantom.livejournal.com]

Was someone...?! Kid sat up quickly, but the sharp action was more than his body could handle and he promptly sagged back against the soft cushions.

But that didn't dissolve the alarmed look of wariness in Kid's gaze. "Oh, meitantei. I didn't realize I stumbled into your house." His words, like the couch earlier, caused Kid to slowly blink once more. "Tantei....-san? You're back?"

[samurai-error.livejournal.com]

"This is not my house," Shinichi said companionably. "And I am not a ... tantei." He was dressed in his usual yukata, sword close to hand.

He looked at the door Kaito had entered from but did not hear sounds of pursuit -- good. His companion's wariness had not gone unnoticed. "It seems you are not pursued," he observed. "You were attacked?"

[moonlit-phantom.livejournal.com]

Kid was confused by the words, a condition which he blamed on his own wariness. "Yes- no-... " He shook his head in an attempt to sort out everything the meitantei just told him.

"Yes, I think I was attacked. Although that doesn't matter as I seem to be unharmed." He patted himself down in emphasis and grimaced at his sullied clothes. "Just a bit tired." That was followed with a yawn.

"Ah meitantei... I never pinned you for one with a sense of humor. Upon whose house did I stumble into if not yours?"

[samurai-error.livejournal.com]

Shinichi was not convinced. "You seem to have lost a lot of blood," he observed. "You do not remember what happened?"

"Shinichi, if you don't mind. And you have found a house of incomparable strangeness." Pause. "It might be as well to tell me your name."

[moonlit-phantom.livejournal.com]

Kid was prepared to play along with the detective's new quirk up until the other asked for his name. "You... don't know me? Kaitou Kid?"

At that point, Kid was finally willing to consider that perhaps this wasn't just his own confusion. That, or he was really hurt a lot more than just this strange lethargy and being covered in blood.

He must be dreaming. It would explain the mysterious blood on his suit and a yukata wearing tantei asking to be addressed by name.

"Nope, don't remember what happened. Just another heist, then I felt a dark shape coming over me. I stumbled here when I woke up..." He chuckled, "Or is that fell asleep?" No harm in telling some truth to a dream companion. Kid scratched at his neck, flaking away some of the dried blood.

[samurai-error.livejournal.com]

"I had a suspicion," Shinichi explained, surprised and amused at how petulant the other sounded. "But I did not know. It is a pleasure to meet one so famous."

"A dark shape? And you do not show signs of being wounded ... undoubtedly, a spirit. You will probably die -- ah, do not touch that!" He scolded Kaito, batting his hand away from the wound. "You will let in the bacteria."

o/

[samurai-error.livejournal.com]

Shinichi was not expecting that yank and was caught unawares -- and off balance. Water spilt as the glass was dropped.

By rights, his companion should be too weak to hold him. The pallour, the coldness -- he should be barely able to raise himself! Instead, Shinichi found he could not withdraw his hand.

"Ah?" Shinichi had a very bad feeling about Kaito's statement. "And do you care to enlighten us?" If only his sword hand wasn't trapped ...

~<3

[moonlit-phantom.livejournal.com]

Kid grinned. It was playfully confident like the ones he showed to the public at heists, but seeing it, a person would not be able to shake the feeling of something more sinister hidden beneath. If one had to pinpoint it, it was probably the prominent display of fangs.

"You're pulsing with it," he whispered. A pink tongue flicked out and he dragged Kudou's hand closer for a lick over its back. As if the close proximity of his food called to him, the light within his eyes shone brighter.

[samurai-error.livejournal.com]

That grin was not confidence-inspiring, no. And yet, there was something oddly familiar about it, a weird sense of deja-vu--

Shinichi snorted as Kaito licked his hand, trying again to tug it back. That was it? "Even Hei-kun's not that forward," he scolded. "And we have not been introduced."

[moonlit-phantom.livejournal.com]

Except Kid wasn't listening anymore. The scent of Kudou's blood was driving him crazy in a way even he didn't understand. In fact, he didn't understand most of what he was doing, and a sane part of him that remained lucid in the back of his mind was probably screaming out in horror at his behavior, but he didn't care anymore.

He kept Kudou's hand in a vice-like grip between his two as he gave that hand a second lick. With the radial artery throbbing sweetly beneath his tongue, it was therefore a simple matter to sink his fangs in and drink.

[samurai-error.livejournal.com]

"Are you even listening? I said--" Shinichi broke off in a startled and pained hiss. He hadn't been expecting the bite and he was too stunned to move for a few seconds.

Instinct kicked in and he tried to tug his hand away in panic, but Kaito's grip held. Shinichi took a deep breath, forcing himself past the shock and the stinging pain, to think.

Both of Kaito's hands were clamped on his own wrist, the other's head bent over it. Shinichi couldn't tug himself free, or reach his sword as he was -- but perhaps he could move his caught arm, divert Kaito's balance to his own ends? Bracing himself, Shinichi tried to pull Kaito off-balance and off the sofa.

[moonlit-phantom.livejournal.com]

Too distracted to notice what was going on beyond his next mouthful of streaming warm nectar, Kid was completely caught off guard when he suddenly found himself falling over the couch. Wide eyed panic flashed across his face when the momentum dislodged his food from him, but before the expression could completely register, he was already in a heap on the ground.

"Itai!" Rubbing his head where he bumped it, Kid, with top hat fallen off and a tinge of crimson marring the corner of his mouth, sat up glaring at Kudou with clear blue eyes. "What did you do--" However, his tirade broke off when he saw the other was wounded. More importantly, he was responsible.

"W-w-what did I do?"

Still open? Vamp!Conan is now thrown at you.

[shrunkenvamp.livejournal.com]

Shinichi had been walking, going up and down corridors and floors in order to get rid of some of that exess energy and the nerves that came from bad sleep. Except tonight, he'd smelt blood, and lots of it. He rushed over to the study, poking his head in quietly - ever so quietly - just in case it was 1412 or someone similar. Bright eyes shone in the dark, wide and unpleasantly shocked.

"...Kaito?"

It was a Kaito. He could smell that much. And they were in private, and things didn't look good, so he figured he didn't have to stand on formalities. Especially since he probably would've slipped up at some point anyhow.

Yup, still open. But he bolted out of the study already. Mind if I changed venues?

[moonlit-phantom.livejournal.com]

Kid didn't know where he was. Instinct and panic had caused him to bolt blindly out of the house -study?-, but the door he entered did not lead back to the streets like the one he walked in. All it lead to were corridors upon dark corridors, and as he ran, his confusion escalated proportionally to his newly amounted fear. The edge of his demanding thirst was dulled, but it it was still there, he knew it was still there, like a malignant parasite laying hidden to await for the chance to strike.

He came to a darkened room, and without thinking, he scrambled inside. Hiding in the dark was a thief's best ability and he needed that comfort zone.

That was how the chibi found him, sitting in a darkened corner in an empty room... of some sort. Kid nearly jumped out of his skin when Conan poked his head in. Did he shrink back? "I'm sorry." It hadn't even sinked in that the other had called him by name.

Sure!

[shrunkenvamp.livejournal.com]

Shinichi had tracked him there, concerned. And now he had even more reason to be... the thief was acting like he had been, not too long ago. Not to mention the fact that he could smell his own blood mingled in with the thief's own. Human-him, but there wasn't anything else other than that with which he could tell which other him it'd been.

No matter what, this couldn't be good.

"...What is it? What happened?" He took a couple of steps further in. "...Kaito? Are you all right?"

[moonlit-phantom.livejournal.com]

Kid's personal distress had caused him to miss the familiar address the first time, but he couldn't miss it twice in a row. He grabbed onto it like a lifeline and concentrated on the comforting identity dilemma rather than the wave of impossibility that seemed to be otherwise drowning him.

Wide eyes picked up the beginnings of a pokerface as the mini-tantei approached. The thief absorbed that the other's hand seemed to be all healed. "I'm..." Avoiding answering what he had no answers for, Kid moved on, "I'm glad you recovered, tantei-kun. It's strange to hear you use 'Kaitou' without the 'Kid'."

[shrunkenvamp.livejournal.com]

Shinchi blinked, and frowned.

"Recovered? But I- Oh. You're new, aren't you? I- I'm not the tantei-kun you met before. What did I look like before, then?"

He thought about following him up on the whole 'recovered' thing.. but if he was in this sort of state, that might not be the best idea. At least not yet. He did want to know what had happened, sooner or later.

[moonlit-phantom.livejournal.com]

It was Kid's turn to blink. So much for moving onto familiar problems. Not three sentences in and they were back to his more confusing ones. "You're not...?"

Failing to make sense of any of this, Kid decided to just answer the question. If he was lucky, the chibi might be able to enlighten him afterward. "You were... ah... Kudou-kun again, wearing a yukata and carrying a strange sword." But recalling that specific image brought other images, and Kid grew a little green. "I bit you..." he whispered.

[ladyof20faces.livejournal.com]

Usually, she was very silent when she moved around. If she wanted attention, she got it in how she wanted, but otherwise, practice made perfect. As was probably the case when she entered the room.

Only probably because as soon as she saw Kaitou Kid, that was out the window.

"WHY ARE YOU COVERED IN BLOOD?!" Chikage shouted.

[moonlit-phantom.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Pretend she entered the room where Conan and Kid are now relocated to? It's a darkened room, and the two of them are sitting in a corner.]

Well, anything Kid serious was discussing with the chibi ground to a dead halt when a very familiar voice, and a very familiar figure, made her presence known to the room.

"K-K-Kaasan?!"

Thankfully, this Conan already admitted he knew the Kaitou Kid's real identity. His pokerface had gotten lost somewhere amongst his surprise too.

[ladyof20faces.livejournal.com]

Chikage didn't even pay attention to the kid after glancing at him. Short, glasses, Edogawa Conan more than likely. She knew the kid only from what Sonoko told her, but...

Future son was covered in blood. That was more important.

She turned on the light, to see more than what light the hallway gave, quickly crossing the room to look over Kid, checking for wounds. "You idiot, what did you go and do?! At this rate I'm going to think you inherit my luck instead of your fathers," she muttered, not paying him any mind as she looked over his neck and clothes to see where the injury was.

Kid of course might notice that his mother was a great deal...younger than she should be.

[moonlit-phantom.livejournal.com]

There were many things Kid was good against. International police forces, nosy detectives, and malicious thieves were some of them, but not his mother. While still dazed by the newly turned on lights, he was practically lifted to his feet by the young woman and manhandled effectively in the search for his non-existent wounds.

"Kaaaasan, I'm fine," he whined, automatically helpless in front of his mother. "The blood's not mine... well, it is mine, but I'm not wounded anymore. It's complicated, kaasan."

His eyes finally adjusted to the bright lights and he blinked at his young mother. "...You're not kaasan from back home."

[ladyof20faces.livejournal.com]

"I'm 19, just getting to really know your father, as I was told by a GHOST you he will be my husband, so you can see how very justified I feel in my worry," Chikage said, still being thorough with her check and frowning when she was done.

"Was it a double of you? You can't have killed anyone, and I would beat you senseless if you had, but...it can't be you were treating someone injured. There'd be more on your arms and hands," she said, looking over his arms and hands. "So why...?"

And THEN she noticed the blood packets Conan had brought in.

"...what are those for?"

[moonlit-phantom.livejournal.com]

"A ghost of me?" But Kid was properly distracted once again by what his not-(yet)-mother was asking him. Or what she noticed before he could answer.

"Uh..." Should he even continue calling her 'kaasan'? But Agasa-san sounded weird and she really didn't seem to mind. "He has to be from another world. I..." Kid's glance dropped down to Conan and the blood quickly before looking back at his pre-mother. "I think I'm a vampire."