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[theotherknight]

Muscles shaking - lactic acid buildup - steps slower than they should be... blood dried on his cheek from a shallow cut, stinging every time he winces from other pains. He supresses a hiss between his teeth as he steps slightly wrong on his ankle - mild sprain - and catches himself on a wall with his free hand, the other tucked against his chest -

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Have been debating forever whether to through him at this guy

[stainedmoonlit]

Kaito spots Hakuba in the hallway and pauses when he sees the state the detective is in. He doesn't hesitate to go over to him but doesn't move as quickly as he did with that other Aoko. He doesn't really like Hakuba much but he's still a classmate and Kaito does respect him as a detective even if he is obsessed with Kid and had a stick up his ass.

It also worried him a bit that this is the second person with a broken wrist he'd encountered. "What the hell happened to you?"

<3~

[theotherknight]

"A run-in with 1412," is the sour answer, Hakuba not even bothering to look at the person in front of him. After a moment, though, manners win out over his tiredness, and he shifts to apolgise, flatering as he sees the perosn in front of him.

"Kud--"

No, wait. The expression is wrong, the hairstyle different, and other minor differences. This isn't Kudo.

"Who are you?"
[ooc: and now I must flee ;; will be tagging this evening]

[stainedmoonlit]

"Kuroba Kaito." He answered, narrowing his eyes. This was definitely not his Hakuba, which made feel a bit relieved though he'd never admit it out loud. Still it was a Hakuba and he was hurt. He walked over and silently offered to give him a hand.

"Wait, 1412?" He asked, a little confused. "Isn't that the Kaitou Kid's Interpol designation?"

He didn't like the sound of that. Since he now knew that this place contained versions of people from other worlds, that made it a definite possibility this was another him. Kid made it a rule not to hurt people, particularly not the detectives who chased him. Dove on the other hand... Well he'd never hurt anyone who wasn't a target unless they were in his way.

[theotherknight]

Hakuba regards him for a moment, the niggle of memeory still twitching at the corner of his mind, even though he's ruled out Kudo. He's seen that face somewhere before.

"Apparantly it is," he answers, taking the proffered hand and being careful to not put any weight on his injured ankle as he regains his feet. "But the Kaitou Kid does not exist in my world. There's only 1412."

Once he's on his feet properly, he straightens his jacket minutely, a brief nod of thanks that turns into a wince as his neck protests.

"My name is Hakuba Saguru."

[stainedmoonlit]

"Er, yeah. I know." Kaito said. "We're classmates in my world." Being reintroduced to someone you know is weird, even by his standards. He still wasn't quite used to this place yet.

"So does this 1412 guy make a habit of breaking wrists?" He asked darkly. He couldn't imagine hurting Aoko, even as Dove, but if this guy was the one who hurt her...

[theotherknight]

"Classmates? Perhaps I chose a different school in my world." It would make sense, seeing as he had chosen one purely based on the ease of which it would be to apply mid-term.

"And as a matter of fact, yes, he does." Hakuba shot his cuff briefly to show Kaito the network of scars on his wrist - a result of the bone grafts and metal scaffolding required to ensure that it healed correctly.

"Someone you know?" he queried, wondering just how many people 1412 had decided to 'play' with beside him.

Um, sorry about that if you've got email alerts on. XD;

[stainedmoonlit]

"Yeah, probably." He'd leave it at that.

He winced inwardly at the scars on Hakuba's wrist. Then he nodded. "A version of Aoko-chan. A friend of mine. Other than that she wasn't quite as bad off as you."

"Speaking of which, I know where the infirmary is if you need help getting there." And it looked like he did. He really shouldn't be walking on that ankle.

[theotherknight]

"Ah. Yes, I've met the lady in question." And assisted her find a change of clothes, but if Kuroba was friends with her, then perhaps mentioning that wouldn't be for the best, in cas ehe took it upon himself to avenge Aoko's honoru. Hakuba looked down the corridor, considering, then nodded in answer to Kuroba's question.

"I should be able to make it on my own, but your assistance would be appreciated. I think I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere."

[stainedmoonlit]

He narrowed his eyes again, and was about object, but decided not to. Hakuba was unlikely to accept help, and he was smart enough not to put too much weight on that ankle anyway. It didn't look too bad, though it's not like he could tell without a closer look. Still he'd have to keep an eye on him as they walked. At least it shouldn't be too far from here. "Alright. Follow me."

It turned out that it really wasn't that far from where they were, as it only took a minute for him to find the infirmary.

"Here we go!" He announced cheerfully. "One stop shopping for all your post-encounter-with-a-psycho needs!" Okay, maybe that was a bad joke, but at least he was trying to lighten the mood?

[theotherknight]

Hakuba doesn't laugh - his expression goes flatter than it already was from pain, and he gives Kuroba a serious look.

"If you value you life, don't say that in front of him."

He walks into the room past Kuroba, then turns to look at him again.

"I called him mad once, Kuroba-kun, and nearly lost my arm for it."

That had been the first time he'd thought he truly might die at 1412's hands, the first time he'd had the reality of his situaiton driven home. 1412 was dangerous.

[stainedmoonlit]

"Oi, who ever said I planned on doing something stupid like that?" He answered just as seriously. He knew better than to provoke the dangerously insane. You couldn't really avoid meeting at least a few of those in his former line of work. 1412 wasn't here though, and sometimes it paid to laugh when you could, if you wanted to stay sane yourself.

He stepped inside and started to search the medical cabinets for bandages.

[theotherknight]

"As long as you don't."

Since Kuroba seems to have bandages well in hand, Hakuba takes the opportunity to sink down in the nearest chair, a suppressed hiss as he finally gets to rest his ankle. He carefully lowers his wrist onto the table next to him, flexing the fingers minutely to discover the extent of the damage.

[stainedmoonlit]

Kaito found the things he needed, the bandages, along with braces for the wrist and ankle before heading over to where Hakuba had sit down.

"So, what's this guy's story anyway? Anything I need to watch out for?" He asked, keeping his tone casual.

[theotherknight]

"I don't know much... the few things I've gleaned when he decides to talk at me aren't very helpful." Hakuba reached for the wrist brace, deciding it best to have that supported before he bandgaed elsewhere.

"But you'd probably be more interested in the fact that he's an assassin."

[stainedmoonlit]

Kaito froze. "An assassin?" He repeated sounding shocked and incredulous, as anyone who knew the Kid would be. Inwardly, he wasn't really that surprised, though why 1412? Was that just a coincidence?

"Idiot. What are you doing, getting mixed up with a guy like that?" Bad enough that Hakuba had in fact met Dove once before and was obsessed with Kid. He'd never even realized what Dove was and the Kid was a thief who never hurt anyone. If they were both lucky he'd never realize one had been the other once.

[theotherknight]

"It started out as an attempt to capture him, to bring him to justice." Hakuba almost shrugged, but held himself back as he remembered his neck. "It's more complicated now."

Complicated enough that now, he didn't particularly want to stop.