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"I think this is it," Leormon said, leading the way down a hall.

"Good. Keep following it," Conan said, keeping a hand on Leormon's back, watching behind them for any sign of movement.

"Huh? Hey, this scent...." Leormon said, looking up. "He smells like that place..."

"Who? Kaito?" Conan said, looking forward.

"No, that Conan smells like that Island we went to for a day," Leormon said, gesturing down the hall.

Where another, younger Conan was, illuminated by a red butterfly. He slowed down as soon as he saw the other two, watching as the butterfly hovered outside the door of a room, trying not to let his wariness show. "Hi. Ah, that's my room," he said, pointing to the door.

Conan's eyes narrowed. "...Leormon?"

"Yes," Leormon said.

"And do you...?"

"Only you and him in the area."

"Is that really your room?" Conan asked the younger one.

Conan paused, looking over what the two said before answering. "He's Leormon?" He asked, pointing to the Digimon.

"...what about it?" Conan asked.

The younger nodded. "Just checking, he said, moving to the door to open it. "I was sent by the locator," he added, pushing up the door and following the butterfly inside.

The older paused, but followed when Leormon moved in. The Digmon didn't smell or hear anyone else nearby except the two Conan's, and the blood he was pretty sure was the Kaito they were looking for. Conan closed the door behind them before calling out, the trio illuminated by the butterfly. "Kaito?"

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"You can count on us to help out if you need it." Kaito said immediately, though a little guarded too, a small frown on his face being the only thing betraying his own worry. It wasn't like the idea of an evil Shinichi was anything new, but he'd been discretely eavesdropping on the Conans' conversation and he didn't like what he'd overheard.

A Shinichi who was like Raven? That was... a highly unsettling thought.

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Kuroba nodded his head in quick acknowledgment, although he wasn't quite ready to trust. He thought there was nothing wrong with his own 'skill level' either, but considering he was in the state he was, he might have to reassess that.

"At the moment, just a place to stay is fine." He shifted his gaze between Kudo and Kaito, and his stomach growled loudly before he could say anything else. Smiling with slight embarrassment, he explained, "I haven't eaten for a while."

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"Plans that may or may not work if you had plans before your arm got broken," Kudo said flatly. "You should probably let Kaito help with that. He's been dodging assassins of a different type from the usual snipers, as has his Conan. He'll be coming back later."

He paused for a moment. "Even if you don't trust us, as long as you don't make it difficult for us to help you, it's fine. We're not going to let you be defenseless here," he said and there was definitely worry in his eyes.

He then turned. "There's still snacks. I'll go make a something with a bit more substance, though it'll only be prepackaged food," he said and headed for the kitchen.