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After some time in the infirmary, Shinichi's recovered enough to be moved to his own room. The novelty of sleeping in a bed and the fact that he is genuinely exhausted has kept him to the room, resting and recovering for the last few days. He is still far from well -- but he has run out of books and orange juice, Ran-kun hasn't been by for an entire hour and he is able to stand up without feeling like he is going to be sick.

In these circumstances, there is really only one thing you can do.

There is a pale Shinichi, wrist bandaged, and wearing a pair of pyjama pants and a t-shirt lent to him by Ran-kun making his way slowly down the hall, sword casually knotted to his side with his somewhat stained obi. He has the expression of someone who knows he is in trouble but intends to get as far as he can regardless.

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Kaitou Kid swooped in through the window, with his original white outfit, grin and poker face in tact and in play, landing gracefully on his feet. He looked around, the smile slipping off for a just moment, before he quickly regained his grin once more. He asked curiously, with just a hint of worry in his voice, not knowing what in the world was going on.

"Kudo-kun? What happened to you?"

Tired and dizzy as he was, Shinichi was still able to draw his sword in a matter of seconds. "Kaitou Kid-san," he said, holding the sword in a defensive gesture, pleased that it barely shook. "Do not come any closer."

A look of surprise slipped pass the thief's pokerface. He put his guard down, as he should have expected. Laughing with a nervous edge, he put his hands up in a joking manner.

"I mean no harm, Kudo... though nice sword." He quietly said the last part, but loud enough for both to hear, trying to sound as loud sincere as possible and keep up the pokerface.

"You'll have to forgive me for not believing you," Shinichi said not moving an inch.

There was something wrong about the situation, even besides the dizziness. "Kudou, tantei -- you're very fond about giving me names that are not mine."

Kaitou wave his hand casually, as if he had expected this, before grinning once more and replied cheerfully.

"But course! It makes everything more fun! But what shall I call you then? There is no name you have given me... Shinichi...

"I gave you Shinichi -- before you attacked me." There was an edge to Shinichi's voice, even if his sword shook. It was heavy, but he would not move. "Or do you not remember?"

Kaitou's body tensed a little, though he tried to cover it up with a smile.

"No... i remember. I just wanted you to refresh my memories. And when did i really attack you, Shin-chan? I simply flew in. Now, all i want to know is... who caused you your injury."

Was the other mocking him or merely trying to confuse him? Shinichi scowled, trying to will himself calm and steady. "It was days ago, in this house," he said coolly. "I do not remember more than that; I have been resting." He narrowed his eyes at the second question. "You did."

Kaitou's eyes widened in shock, and he didn't even bother hiding it this time. This Shinichi was injured, yet he seemed the same... other than the sword. But when did HE attack Shin-Chan?

He thought back trying to remember what he did the past few days. Not once did he attack nor see this Shinichi, yet the other blamed him.

"Not me you blame, Shin-chan. As much as I'd hate to say this, I've never met you till this day... Nor once have I attacked you. It was some other me. Some other Kaito." It must have been. But which one.

"Some other ... ?" From what he knew of this place, it was a possibility. But how to be sure? His clouded head just didn't want to think.

"Even if what you say is true, I do not know that I can trust you."

"Oh come on, Shin-chan!... Fine. I'll give up for now, but believe me, you'll see. You WILL trust me." Kaitou said, before grinning. Then as fast as lightning, he threw something on the ground. After a moment it exploded, and then he was gone, leaving behind only a note with a picture of his signature smile.

"Chibi~!"

And that is precisely all the warning Shinichi is getting before being latched onto from behind by an overly excited 1412.

At least he got some warning.

Shinichi grabbed the offending arm, using 1412's momentum against him in a throw that was as automatic as it was dizzying. Shinichi took a few unsteady steps back before collecting himself enough to draw his sword, backing against the wall. His legs shook and he was grateful for the wall's strength.

It was a few seconds before he had breath to speak. "I do not suggest you try that again."

1412 manges to correct himself somewhat in his fall, at least enough so he's not injured. He ends up in a slightly dishevelled crouch, fixing on Shinichi with a disturbing grin, and a high-pitched little titter of laughter.

"Aww~ chibi-chibi, why not?" He rises to his feet in a fluid movement, tilting his head to one side, disturbing grin still firmly fixed in place. "What if I wanted to ~cuddle you close~?"

"The last time you got close," Shinichi said grimly. "I got an injured wrist." This interaction was bringing back memories he did not want.

"Injured?" asks 1412 quizically. He's sure to have remembered something like that, injuring the dear grown-up-again-chibi-chibi. Or perhaps not. Maybe he might.... not not remember never not quite possibly doing it?

He lets his mouth form a moue of sympathy. "Poor Chibi-chibi. Would it help if I kissed you better~?"

Shinichi glanced automatically at his wrist before collecting himself. He didn't need to highlight his weakness.

"It would not."

"Awww," cooed 1412. "Such a grumpy chibi-chan. Grown up chibi-chan. Shi-chan~" He sauntered closer, removing his hat to twirl it on one finger.

"My rival~" he purred, his tone suddenly possessive.

Shinichi steadied himself, bracing himself for an attack.

The use of Shin-chan and the appellation 'rival' threw him, however. Shinichi blinked, wondering whether his head was still dizzy.

"Ah?"

1412 leant on a wall close to Shinichi, smiling as he played with his hat.

"My rival, stranger or not, aren't you? Mine, whether you dont' know it." He leant forwards eagerly. "Mine, mine mine."

Shinichi watched 1412's fingers play with the hat. "You are not who I met before," he said slowly.

1412 giggled.

"I'm nobody else, Shi-chan. Not at all like who you met before." He rolled his back smoothly against the wall, arching into a standing position, and settling the hat back on his head as he turned toward Shinichi again.

"Would you like to tell me who injured you?" he asked softly. So he could find them. And tear the stupid Kaito apart for touching anything that was his.

This time, Shinichi caught the Shi-chan and he blinked at that even as he shivered. Did the other know ... ? It wasn't like anyone respected secrets in this place.

It was hard to hold the sword still, its tremor broadcasting just how much of a challenge it was. "You did. Or -- another you."

"No other clues?" Still the same soft voice, taking a step closer. "There's such a lot of me here, after all. I'd haaate to get the wrong one!" His tone bounced up abruptly into mad joviality, a grin breaking out sudden and swift on his face.

The grin and sudden, manic mood shift was alarming; too much almost for Shinichi to keep up with. "No other clues?" he repeated slowly, thinking. As 1412 stepped closer, he absently reached out a hand to steady himself on the other's arm. "You were stained in blood but not wounded," he said. "And you seemed ... variable, at times overly forward and others merely confused. And -- ah." Shinichi collected himself and his hand. "You are not cold as he was."

1412 smiled slowly, like a shark baring it's teeth before the kill. "Cold and confused, was he?" 1412 chuckled darkly.

"Going to be very cold when I'm done with him... But has to wait..." 1412 trailed off, distracted by thought. "Very busy, moving around and finding things and..." An abrupt swing back to focusing on Shinichi, leaning eagerly forwards into his space.

"I found her!"

Shinichi blinked, completely non-plussed. "Is that so?" He said politely, before remembering that he was busy trying not to pass out.

"She's mine, my one, and now I can-- can begin--" 1412's words are broken up by excitement, the man himself practically shaking with suppressed excitement.

"Begin--" 1412 loses speaking to a fit of giggles, his gaze fixed on some imaginary scene as he laughs.

And laughs.

Okay, this situation is now officially beyond this Shinichi. He decides to let his shaking legs have their way, sliding down the wall to the floor. "That is well."

"Hee hee hee..."

1412 crouches by Shinichi, still smiling broadly. "Really did hurt you, didn't he?" A pout, and an attempt at a sympathetic face.

"Poor Shi-chan."

"It is ... no matter. I've had worse." And would have worse, if what he'd learnt in the dressing room was any indication.

Shinichi tried to concentrate on manners. "I am sure you have much to do."

"Oh yesss~" purrs 1412. "So very busy~" He pokes at Shinichi's cheek testingly with a gloved hand, flicking his fingers over his hair. "But still enough time for a chibi-chibi, hm? My little Shi-chan."

Shinichi was usually too proud to be manhandled by strangers, but then he was usually able to stand unassisted. Besides that, he had been in the dressing rooms weeks without Ran or Hattori, and Ran-kun refused to let Shinichi lean on him. "You must know another me very well."

"Mhm~" agreed 1412 lightly. "Did you know, my dear chibi-kun, my dear rival, he actually broke my finger once~?" His voice slipped up into a falsetto, purposefully badly imitating a woman. "I was so *~prouuud*~!"

Shinichi knew that tone all right. He elbowed 1412 as he would Hattori. "I am sure it was well earned too."

1412 snapped his teeth at Shinichi for the elbow, stopping shy of actually biting. "Naughty chibi." He took hold of Shincihi's hand, still next to him in an almost-companionable pose.

"Should break the naughty hand which hurts us, yes?"

"I would rather you did not," Shinichi said, pausing for a wave of dizziness. "I have need of it."

"And just what do you think you're doing?"

What was that about trouble?

Right on cue.

"Ran-san," Shinichi greeted her. "It is a pleasure to see you, as always."

Ran huffed and took a step forward, frowning concernedly at Shinichi's paleness and the way he was wobbling a bit. The sword and bloodstained obi didn't seem to bother her much. "What happened to you?"

Shinichi followed Ran's gaze down to his bloodstained obi. "That is a ... curious story," he allowed. "One that I do not know all the parts to."

She raised an eyebrow. "Well?"

Edited 2010-07-29 00:38 (UTC)

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