MAKIN' MAPS.

[notatantei]

Makoto probably isn't the first to try this stupid act he's undertaking right now, nor is he likely going to be the last.

As it is, he looks to the chart in his hands (pen stored behind his ear for the moment), then down the hall, and then back to the chart before frowning.

"That can't be right..."

[OOC - I checked and double checked- though Shinichi

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[shiragamisama]

He knows now, more of where he is. It confuses him slightly - to be in his forest, with his forest, yet completely separate from it. This has to be some place of the spirits, to allow such a connection.

He drifts along the corridors, faint rustling surrounding him, like wind through restless branches. He's not sure where he's going, but does it matter? He is here for now, and he will remain here until he returns to his Duty.

He pauses away from Makoto, his fall of bone white hair inclined in contemplation of him. It is-- himself. Yet not. There is something subtly wrong, some touch of plastic and technology that sets his teeth on edge.

"Good evening," he says hoarsely, polite nonetheless, the ghost of his old illness clouding his voice.

[notatantei]

"'Evening'," he says automatically, before looking up from the map with a start. Woah...

Woah woah woah that voice sounds...

He turns, jumping as he catches sight of the Shiragami. "Ngh- Y-You...?!" Shini- Wait why would Shinichi be in the Shiragami costume...

Is it even him, it could be an alternate or or or... (His thoughts may be running in real time, so don't be surprised if he seems to be simply staring at you in absolute terror and shock.)

[shiragamisama]

Though he is who he is now, he is no less sharp for it. He may not think like a detective any more, but the trained instincts are still there. To hear the way the boy in front of him stutters and jumps, and with the memories of how he came to be... he knows who he is speaking to.

He smiles thinly, inclining his head in icily polite greeting.

"Makoto-san."

-that awkward moment when you forget how Makoto addresses Shinichi... =-='' -

[notatantei]

Annnnnd there goes the theory of meeting a double.

Makoto swallows, but at least attempts (even if he fails) to regain some composure. "Ng. Sh... Shinichi..." Since they're using first names. (Though at least 'Shinichi' used 'san'...) "...You're wearing the Shiragami costume..." Which would imply coming from a moment just shortly after the case, if not during it.

Not. Good.

that awkward moment when you realise you used first name instead of last <<;

[shiragamisama]

"Wearing?" He asks softly, his hair suddenly ruffled as if by a gust of wind. His face shielded by his hair, it's difficult to tell his emotions.

"No. Not -wearing-, Makoto-san."

Maybe it's to CREEP HIM OUT. :U Cause. It's working. :D

[notatantei]

"Er... Not wearing..?" Swallow.

Um. His back is somewhat against the hall wall, so he can't really back away... (And besides, running would make things even worse...)

Suddenly, conversations with that fox from before come to mind. "So... You're a spirit version of Shinichi then..?" Please let that not be a 'sudden' or 'recent' change.

Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease-

[shiragamisama]

Shiragami's laughter is chilling.

"Whoever said I was Shinichi...?"

He stalks towards Makoto, shoulders hunched slightly, his face split in an impossibly wide smile, teeth bared unnervingly. The air is heavy, like the moment before a storm breaks, power Present in the air like only spirits can bring.

He's not only good at scaring children.

-dies-

[notatantei]

"!!!!!" Can't. Even speak, can't even-

Oh god- "Th... The 'real' Shiraga... The Shiragami exists in your world..!?!"

*mwahah* He won't damage him. Much. Probably.

[shiragamisama]

"I should have been in your world, too." He's inches away from Makoto, mouth twisted with anger. He grabs his shoulders with both hands, fingers tipped with claws digging in.

"This should have been your duty to bear." He snarls, low and inhuman, and full of anger.

Poor Makoto. The only 'really' normal pup that I have. :'D

[notatantei]

[[OOC - That's probably good in this case...]]

"Ah... Ahhhchh- Ssfffff-" Ow ow ow shoulders but aside from that the horror is obvious. And looking directly into Shinichi- no, the Shiragami's eyes he can't even move. Why would this have happened to him? In that world, in any world, it made no sense..!

"Why..." His voice is quiet and he can't look away. "Why would it be yours..." And then, a little louder, but still quaking with the fear and terror he can't be rid of now. "...Are you going to kill me...?"

(quite frankly, he wouldn't be surprised, and he'd probably just let him, so says the back of his mind.)

And this Shinichi is just a special bunch of issues~ <3

[shiragamisama]

He halts; his claws still dig in, but the anger drops off his face at the question. ...Are you going to kill me...? Something like a smile flickers across his face and his gone, and he straightens, releasing Makoto's shoulders.

"You ran and pursued revenge instead of justice." One finger taps at Makoto's breastbone warningly. "You abandoned your duty... and when it was picked up by another, why, was it not just that he should gain the gifts of it instead of one who chose to abandon it?" There is heavy sarcasm in his voice; for him, this is no 'gift'.

The logic of spirits is convoluted and twisted, to be true, but there is always, always a law beneath it. Justice, but not always fair. Right, but not always good. It makes him sick, sometimes, to think of it, when he is not consumed by Duty and honour and can think freely in his own mind. The 'one truth' that has destroyed everything he used to be

Pfffff he just got through this with Conan and now Shiragami's hitting 'reset'. :U WHOOPS. xD

[notatantei]

[[OOC - Oh look, a chance to use this icon...]]

It is... Very hard to breath at that. His shoulders are bleeding- it's something he only notices idly, the rest of him all too busy trying to stop his own heart from possibly abandoning ship. "I..." He shakes his head, wide eyes quivering in a failing attempt to comprehend the sight of the now-spirit before him. "I never knew... Never... Intended..."

He swallows, bowing his head. "By all rights, I should be dead now... And here you are again," he adds with a shuddering 'laugh', "Preventing that..."

[shiragamisama]

"If it were not for who I was-- for what I did then and who I am now-- a lesser man would have killed you." His hand remains at the boy's throat. he's nto forgiven him at all, not even entirely sure he should stop.

But he does know the Rules now, and knows to lash out now would not be Justice. He narrows his eyes and considers Makoto.

"Why did you run from the duty your father bore before you? To live alone in the woods and pevert the cause of justice?"

Saving children, adults, foolish teenagers from a forest as unpredictable and treacherous as the sea... it was a noble duty, even if he chafed at it for being forced on him.

"I can hardly believe revenge was the root of it all, Okuda Makoto."

[ooc: I get the feeling Shinichi's going to be stalking Makoto to make sure he doesn't give a repeat performance of the Shiragami case XD;;]

And in the meantime poor Makoto, who's from like... RIGHT AFTER the case...

[notatantei]

[[OOC - Is mind-flailing about having not actually abandoned it. xD 'It was only for the case..! -whiiiiiiine-' ...And OH GOD STALKING-]]

They're still on his throat, they're on his throat, oh god they're on his throat-

"One day... The case was the only time... Even with this face..." The tears continue to run down his face as he shakes- and there is no dishonesty in his expression, no matter how plastic. "Even with this... I did not just sit, and do nothing..." Even with his face fractured by surgery, he still did what he could with what time he had...

And at the time, it was for his second family's sake... "I'm already struggling to make up for the fact that the ones I was trying to reclaim honor for didn't deserve it... At least give me the right to mourn them properly now that I can..."

Wh-whoops, makoto hit a twtich button

[shiragamisama]

-the ones I was trying to reclaim honor for didn't deserve it-

-didn't deserve it?-

The words blaze through him followed by fury and anger and he slams Makoto back against the wall by his throat without conscious thought.

"Your father was an honourable man," he hisses, that aura of fear clouding around him again, making the air thick with tension. "If anyone has honour to reclaim, it is you!"

He's shouting, truly shouting. When was the last time he had spoken in more than a whisper, had more than a passing conversation with people in his forest?

A growl rises in the back of his throat, deep and angry.

PFFFFFFF Shiragami he's not talking about.. Uh. Shiragami. :U

[notatantei]

"Sf-f!" ogodogodogod- "Nhhhaaaaa... He... Killed... His wife!" he wheezed, hands moving to what's pinning him to the wall without thinking. "And then... I tried... To pretend he didn't..." And while he cane barely breathe, he tries despite himself to look to where the Shiragami's eyes should be behind that hair. "What honour is there... to reclaim from that...?"