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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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"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."

"Touch what? And what spirit?" When Kid removed his hand, there really was no wound beneath the dried blood. The skin beneath was sound, and it did not appear as if he had a wound anywhere in the premises.

"Mei- ah, Shinichi-kun, I'm not going to die. I told you, I just feel tired and maybe a little thirsty. Hungry too..." Kid blinked again. Did one feel hunger in their dreams?

"Ah," Shinichi said, non-plussed as he defied personal space to take a closer look at Kaito's neck. "Not even the bite of an insect." He thought about this a moment and then patted Kaito's shoulder as he stood. "Which only makes a spirit that much more likely. Sorry."

Well, if Kaito was about to die, then his last few hours should at least be pleasant. And if he didn't die, he should eat something -- either way, the apprentice was not going to get much reading done tonight. "Ah. If it is the dining room you are looking for, I will guide you there."

Kid shied away just a tad when the tantei-lookalike poked his nose at his neck. "Really, spirits?" His voice came out only as a weak squeak, but it was hard to tell whether it was from Kudou's close proximity, the strange words, or his own failing condition.

"There's even a dining room here?" Kid recovered and attempted to get up. "That sounds- ah..." And just as promptly, he sat back down.

"Maybe I'm not that hungry... just very thirsty. And Shinichi-kun... do you feel that it's getting hot in here?" He reached up to loosen his tie.

"Ah. They have many strange magics ... It would be no matter to them to wound you and leave no sign." Shinichi pondered the matter, wondering if there were other explanations. "It could be that you killed someone."

Shinichi watched Kaito attempt to stand and fail. "I do not feel hot. But then, I am not under a spirits curse. Would you like me to bring you something?"

The suggestion caught Kid by surprise, it wasn't something he even thought about. "N-no... that can't be." He glanced down at his own hands, and aside from the blood he scratched off from his neck, the gloves were relatively clean. The blood was definitely concentrated on his upper body, and from the sight of the downward stains, the source was most likely his neck.

Kid loosened his tie further and opened up the collar to his shirt. "It's getting stuffy... and hot. I'm really thirsty..." He looked up at the strange Kudou and stared. More correctly, his gaze was locked onto the open expanse of neck revealed by the loose yukata. For some reason, he couldn't tear away from the sight.

"And hungry..." he added in an almost soft hiss.

Shinichi followed Kaito's gaze to his hands and frowned. His companion did not seem to be in any state of mind to clean himself ... and hadn't done a very good job of cleaning himself if it came to that.

"It is more likely a spirit," he conceded, patting Kaito on his shoulder. "I will open the window."

He did just that, taking a moment to breathe in the evening air before turning back to Kaito. His condition seemed to be changing so quickly that Shinichi didn't want to leave him, but how else were they to get the drink? "Do you know what you want?"

That felt slightly better. Not by a whole lot, but combined with Kid shaking his head to clear up some of the mental confusion, it was enough for him to look somewhere else. Strange... but something was very attractive about the pulsing rhythm of Kudou's... neck.

"Water is fine, Shinichi-kun. That's the best thing for thirst." Kid made another attempt at getting up, and this time he succeeded in taking a step before it felt like his legs melted beneath him. He fell forward into his companion.

"Ah!"

With Shinichi's years of training, it was no difficult matter to side-step the stumbling Kaito and catch him before he fell. Shinichi steadied him. "You are dying," he scolded his companion. "You must not try to do too much."

"If I really was dying, you sure don't sound very con-" Kid's words got cut off abruptly when he found himself nearly face to face with Kudou, or rather, the pulsing artery in his neck.

His pupils dilated and a maniac gleam reflected from his eyes. "...you smell good."

Shinichi shrugged. "People die every day. I would prefer you didn't of course, but since there are spirits involved it is probably inevitable."

He was utterly non-plussed by Kaito's remark. "Hah?"

"You. Smell. Good." Kid opened his mouth, revealing twin rows of pearly whites and two newly developing fangs.

Still being supported in Kudou's arms, Kid tried to reach across with gloved hands toward the samurai's bared neck. "I'm thirsty..." he whispered huskily.

Shinichi was not impressed. He pushed Kaito back onto the sofa. "Even Hattori is not that forward," he scolded. "Have you forgotten yourself, Kaitou Kid-san?"

The push seemed to have waken Kid from whatever trance Kudou's blood had on him. Kid fell back, and when he regained his balance, the look he gave Kudou was a wide eyed, deer in the headlights one. "W-what just happened?"

You could not expect someone dying of a curse to follow the forms of politeness, Shinichi decided charitably. Or even to follow a normal path of conversation. "I pushed you and you are now sitting down. I shall get that water now?"

Dream weirdness or not, the meitantei was still as annoying as ever. Kid felt a tick in his eyebrow hidden behind his monocle. "I meant what happened before that."

However, his thirst was getting stronger. Kid completely tugged off his tie and loosened another button on his collar. His hunger was gnawing something fierce in him too. "Just bring back something. Fast."

If this really was a dream, Kid's mind must be working an active overtime. He groaned softly.

At the groan, Shinichi changed his mind about the smart remark he'd been about to make. Dying was no small matter after all. "I will not be long," he assured Kaito, slipping out the door.

He had quickly accustomed himself to the Mansion's most stable paths and true to his word, it was not long before he was back, placing a hand on Kaito's arm to check his condition as he put the glass of water before him. "Still with the living?"

Kid's condition deteriorated during the short while it took Kudou to fetch him his drink. His skin had grown clammy and pale, and his skin was much cooler to the touch. When Kudou returned, he was exactly where the samurai left him previously, sprawled on the couch with his eyes closed.

At the faintest sound of the approaching footsteps, those eyes sprang open to reveal dark orbs tinged with a hint of madness. And perhaps it was the lighting, but those previously blue eyes looked slightly purple... or was that a tiny bit red?

"No?" When Kid moved his mouth, the pinpoints of fully grown fangs dimpled the edge of his lower lips. "You're back." Unlike his joking reply, these words came out as a throaty growl.

Shinichi was quiet a long moment. Had he imagined or had he seen ... ?

He took Kaito's gloved hand, wrapping it around the glass of water, noting how cool the other seemed. Now that physical evidence of the other's impending demise were showing, it was not as possible to think about the matter calmly. "Ah. And I have your water. Drink."

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."

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Note: I fail

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