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A piercing scream ripped through the halls near the mobile infirmary, which, in its customary shifting patterns, was temporarily located on the fifth floor.

The lone occupant of the sterile room jolted up in his bed, bewildered blue eyes frantically searching the otherwise empty room. His right hand kept flexing long digits over the bedspread, just twitching, grasping, spreading over the clean sheets, not so much holding anything as to just moving. His left hand looked like it wanted to too, but the lower arm was held splinted between two aluminum rods -some might recognize it as Kid's glider frame- and slung tight to his body.

It took Kaito a moment to correlate his raw throat to the noise which woke him.

"K-k-kami..." he whispered, voice cracking from how parched it was but sounding so musical to his own ears.

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"W-what?" Kaito repeated, squirming miserably under the glare. This was Absinthe's... future? His future? Kaito felt something die within himself.

He shook his head rapidly, refusing to believe this.

"N-no! That can't be!" The horror of that future got Kaito struggling again. Taking advantage of Absinthe's close position, the thief arched up and attempted a headbutt into the agent's face. "I'm not from your world!"

Absinthe's head rang from the blow, but he held on with grim determination, fingers digging in tighter to Kaito's arm. He hissed under his breath, and pushed down with his other hand, tightening his grip about Kaito's throat. It had been far too long since the thief had struggled, truly struggled against him. He held his grip, waiting for Kaito to stop thrashing. Whether unconsciousness took him or not, he didn't care. Perhaps the thief would be more pliable that way.

Damnit, didn't anyone inform the agent that he was supposed to let go when attacked? Kaito gasped when the hand tightened, but the sound was blocked by the firm grasp, the same one that sealed off his air.

With his vision blackening around the edges, the thief's struggling weakened.

Several seconds later, Kaito didn't black out, but he was near enough to stop pushing against the agent's painful hold. Why... why here too? Couldn't he hide even in another dimension?

Absinthe was shaking when he let go of Kaito, a tense tremor that wouldn't quit no matter how he railed at it internally. He refused to think about why. He fisted a hand in the thief's hair, hauling upwards as he stood.

"Get up," he bit out, jerking Kaito roughly up with him.

Too busy regaining his breath to fight against that hold, Kaito was dragged up by his hair. He cried out briefly as he struggled to get his feet up from under him before his hair roots suffered the whole trip up.

"I'm up, I'm up!" he groaned, trying to free Absinthe's hold with his free hand. "Let...go."

"No. You've just proven you're not going to be reasonable." He did loosen his grip slightly, enough so he wasn't actively pulling on his hair. He put pressure behind his hand, guiding Kaito to the bed.

"Sit. Preserve your precious modesty if you must. But stay there."

Half dragged, half guided, Kaito got pulled to the bed where he found himself more or less commanded into a sitting position. Given the option, he quickly pulled the bedspread over his lower regions while treating the agent to fearful glares.

"Things are different here. You don't have the Black Organization to back you up."

Absinthe looked at Kaito for a moment, then laughed harshly, bitterness seeping through.

"Neither do I at home."

He tugged gently at the thief's hair, little more than a reminder. "Do you really think I need those bores to keep you?"

Kaito winced, but wisely didn't act this time to the provoking. He needed to conserve his energy for that chance for freedom. Now was not yet the time.

Initial hysteria over, Kaito was calming down. Now he just needed the opportunity to escape, just one. Until then, keep Absinthe talking. That other Shinichi suggested fooling Absinthe, right? Maybe it could work here where he remembered the advice.

"I will assume you don't, Absinthe-san... you seem like a very independent man."

Shinichi snorted derisively, but Kaito's calm attitude was doing the trick in calming him in return. He moved around the end of the bed to the other side, tugging Kaito's hair by deafault as he moved for closer access to the medical supplies, and to be between Kaito and the door.

He put his other hand at Kaito's chin, grasping it firmly and tipping the thief's chin up to look at him.

"I am going to see to your arm," he said quietly. "If you struggle again, I will not only break your other arm, I will take my time snapping your fingers. Understood?"

There was real fear in Kaito's eyes expressed by the blue orbs widening in crystal clarity. He understood alright, knew that it wasn't an idle threat where Absinthe was concerned. When he nodded his head, it was to state that, and that he understood he needed to get away, as fast as possible.

"N-nothing to worry about from me, Absinthe-san."

"Good."

Absinthe regarded Kaito a few moments more before releasing him, lifting his broken arm into his hands. He cradled it gently as he began undoing the bandages holding the splits in place, resting it in Kaito's lap before he removed all of the supports. His gaze flicked up to Kaito every so often, not completely absorbed in his work.

Absinthe's gentle actions were so reminiscent of Kaito's last immobile moment, just hours ago when the agent bandaged the same wounds he caused, that the thief shivered. Except he can shiver right now, and when he wanted to bite his lips his muscles responded, which made this nightmare.... better.

Kaito was meek though. He winced when his arm was maneuvered and kept his gaze averted, hoping to lead Absinthe into a false sense of security. Whatever else Absinthe wanted to do to his arm, Kaito knew he wanted no part in it.

Absinthe traced a gentle finger down the line of his arm, checking the set of it. He frowned slightly at the slight swelling, and the vague tinge to the skin which meant it was threatening to come out in a bruise.

He grasped Kaito's chin in a quick movement, tipping the thief's head back to meet his gaze yet again.

"Stay," he said firmly, then turned to the side-cabinets, searching for the arnica - and plaster-of-paris while he was at it.

Kaito answered with a fearful look, none of it faked, and hid all his relief when Absinthe moved away. It was his chance. He waited until Absinthe's head was buried in one cabinet standing as far from Kaito as the agent ever would be....

Before he bolted.

Grasping his broken arm tight against his chest with his right hand, he leaped off the bed. The blanket fell away from his naked form but he didn't care. It was now or never.

He ran out the door and kept running, never turning to look back.

Absinthe turned with a startled noise, chasing Kaito-- to the door. He stopped with a snarl, shaking again, hands clenched as he clung onto the doorframe like a lifeline.

Damn that thief anyway! Damn him!

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