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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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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."

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