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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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Kid wrapped his fingers around the glass pressed into his hand, but his heart was no longer in that drink. He took a sip, he really was very thirsty, but promptly spat the foul tasting liquid back out. No, this was not what he was thirsting for.

Instead, he raised his other gloved hand and pressed it over Kudou's to keep his doppelganger's hand where it was. That hand which held Kid's was warm. Everything about Kudou was warm. The teenage samurai was pulsing with both life and that crimson liquid which pounded so loudly to Kid's suddenly sensitive ears. It was almost deafening in its rhythmic thumping, and it bothered him. A lot.

"Shinichi-kun," Kid purred as he yanked the not-tantei down with an abrupt pull on the hand. "I think I know what I want to drink."

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 ...

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.

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."

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.

"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.

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?"

Dislodging Kid hurt more than the original bite. Shinichi hissed as teeth were twisted in the wound but it worked and he was free -- free to back away as his companion sat up, his uninjured hand clamped around his wrist, trying to stem the flow.

He did not stop until the wall was at his back. Grateful for its support -- the shock of the incident and the crimson stain at the other's mouth made him feel somewhat ill -- Shinichi cradled his hurt arm against himself, clumsily drawing his sword with the other. "That is a very good question, Kaito Kid-san."

"I... did I..." But all Kid could do was stare at the wounded hand. It called to him... and at the same time, made him feel absolutely sick to the stomach. This couldn't be a dream, he felt it when his head hit the ground. And that sweet coppery taste that filled him so completely... one's senses didn't taste such richness in nightmares either.

"I'm sorry."

Getting up with a speed and strength that was at complete odds with his earlier condition, Kid threw down a smoke bomb and bolted out of the library.

Sorry ... ?

Shinichi tensed as room filled with smoke, bracing himself for an attack. He was glad for once that Mouri had insisted both he and Ran learn to use their weapon ambidextorously. But no attack came, and once the cloud had passed, Shinichi saw himself to be alone -- for the moment at any rate.

Shaken, he leant against the wall, struggling to draw his breath. The front of his yukata now bore a vivid red stain -- he should try not to look at, Shinichi told himself firmly. Move. Move now.

He should find the infirmary. Bandages -- The corridor seemed to dip slightly as he made his way down it. Ran-kun too -- he would need someone to watch his back and there was no one more reliable than his friend. Shinichi summoned a deep breath, and like Kaito before him, left the room. Only the glass, still lying in its puddle of water, and a few crimson splashes on sofa and carpet gave any hint to what had unfolded within the room.

((OOC: Seems like a good place to close this tag. There is now a vampire Kaito too~))

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.

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.

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?"

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'."

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.

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.

Shinchi shook his head. "No. I'm not."

"Ah... I think I've heard of them. Apparently, there's a Ran and a Shinichi who're from the past." Then Kaito's whispered explanation in three words caused him to close his eyes and breathe. "You bit-" he swore. Now that he knew what to look for, it was glaring him in the face. "Stay right there. I'm going to the kitchen. Do not go anywhere, and no matter what, don't go looking for trouble. I'll be back in two minutes, at most."

He kept reassuring himslef that it wasn't his Kaito - if it was, then he'd know that Shinichi knew who Kid was. But it did little for him when the Kaitou Kid in there was just how he'd been when he'd first woken up. Only this was different - it was Kaito. The Kaitou Kid. And the Kid didn't hurt anyone.

In one minute, he was in the hall, the next he was in the kitchen, heaping blood packs into a hold-all. As soon as he thought he had enough, he was back to the hall as quickly as his non-human but short legs could carry him.

Kid wasn't given much time to reply before the little detective zoomed out of the room. Left alone, Kid stared down at his gloved hands. What the hell happened? He will need to wash them, and his suit... his soul too, if that was an option.

The talk with the chibi, short as it was, calmed him down enough to process the events with a little more even of a mind. Assuming this wasn't a nightmare, then he was... Where? Or what too, for that matter. Last thing he remembered was being 'attacked' by a shadow, then waking up in a dreamlike state caked in blood. Which should have scared him, but his foggy consciousness was conveniently too thick for him to react. Afterward, he swore he opened the door to the Kuroba house, but he had stepped right into that weird study instead. And when he walked back out, it was into the rest of this place, wherever 'this' may be.

Even recalling it like that, none of it made any sense still.

That was the furthest his shaken mind could process before he found chibi-kun was in the room again. He hadn't even heard him walk in. "What are you--" He stared at the packets in the child's arms and Kid simply froze.

"Look. I. Um. I don't even know if you're the same as me, so I don't even know whether or not this is going to work or if it'll be enough or what. But for now, I'll go with what I know, because I don't know what else to go on." He paused to breath - more for the fact that he realised he'd been babbling and going in circles than the idea that he'd be going blue in the face about now.

Breathe. Just... breathe. And try not to panic.

"Just... you said you bit him, right? The other Shinichi. Well, if these help, then - then you don't have to bite people. All right?"

He smiled wanly, trying to ignore the feeling of slight nausea that came with having to go through any of this. Do what needed to be done.

At least one of them wasn't panicking.

The chibi was handling this a lot better than Kid was, especially since the thief didn't even know what he was supposed to think. For a while, he just stared silently at the packets while tantei-kun prattled on about something. Most of what the detective said went right over the his head.

At long last, Kid found his voice and pointed a shaking finger at the blood held out to him. "...I'm supposed to drink that?" He squeaked.

"...You just said you'd bitten some- me. An older me. And you're covered in blood, and someone else's blood, and- and you smell off. I." He dropped them carefully onto the floor. Looked at Kaito, who might now notice that 'chibi-tantei's' eyes are, well. Kind of glow-in-the-dark-y. "Not exactly human, here. Not any more. I might've just been assuming with the blood and the bit where you said you'd bitten someone, but if I was right - if I was right? Those aren't people."

He paused a beat.

"And if I'm wrong, then you can call me a dozen rude names and I can run away from here in shame, and I'll let you ridicule me as much as you like," he finished in a deadpan.

Kid was never a stupid person, anyone who knew him could attest to that, but now he just stared dumbly at the chibi tantei. "Not exactly... human?" It would make sense... in a supernatural, off kilter sort of way. It unnerved him greatly, but it made more sense than anything so far.

"T-t-that can't b-be." With a shaking hand, Kid reached up and rubbed at his neck where the caked blood was before. Most of it had flaked off in his movements, but his gloved hand still came away smudged with brown flecks.

"V-vampire?" This was all wrong.

'Kid' got a slantways smile in return, probably not very reassuring but at the moment it was something, at least. "Not any more. Used to be, though. And I'm still more or less the same person."

He sighed. "It makes sense. What you told me, and what I saw for myself." Then he looked at Kaito fiercely. "But you know what? I'm still me. I don't hurt people. That's why they're there." He gestured toward the packets on the floor.

(ooc: Apologies for any fail that may or may not happen here~)

For someone who was always willing to think outside the box, Kid was finding it awfully challenging to accept it this one time. He swallowed and dropped his gaze down to the blood. A deep breath followed, then two.

"Okay," he said, hoping his voice didn't sound as weak as his stomach. "So I've been turned into vampire. And you don't sound like you are newly turned into one. Which means, tantei-kun, you have either been a very good liar for the past several times we met, or you are not the same person I've encountered lately." The more analytical part of Kid's head was finally working, and temporarily, it kicked enough gears to work to steer Kid into a steadier frame of mind.

[OOC: I don't see any fail~]

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New comment thread when you reply? I feel squished.

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~<3

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

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

Sure!

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