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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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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~))

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