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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."

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[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 ...

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.

[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.