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[theother1412]

With the plain white t-shirt and trousers, you might think this is an ordinary Kaito, if a little monochrome. There's a newsboy cap tugged low over his right eye, and a stripy scarf wrapped securely around his neck (which he keeps tugging at, for some reason). Nice and normal... right?

....right?

[ooc: Come and prod the shock-collared assassin~!]

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[azureskiesmagic]

Kaito!

[And one completely normal Aoko is now darting past the COMPLETELY NORMAL Kaito, chasing after yet another Kaito with all of the vigor of a girl who just had her skirt flipped.

... well.

It would be a completely normal Aoko, if said Aoko didn't just reach out into thin air and pull a mop out of nothing with a puff of smoke and a loud crack]

[blackjackmagic]

[the Kaito she's chasing does, by contrast, seem as normal as you can get, if you discount the fact that he doesn't seem at all surprised by her mop conjuring. He vaults over a couch in the lobby and spins to aim his card gun at her with a grin]

Oi, it's not my fault you wear boring panties!

[fires at the mop!]

[theother1412]

There's a muted hiss, and 1412 shrinks back towards the wall, his eyes narrowed with hate. It's Kaito playing with an Aoko a little miss that he can't have, a little miss that is never his, can never be his because he killed her and she hates him and she loves that Kaito and he wants. to. hurt--

Your attention may be grabbed by 1412 collapsing, scrabbling desperately for the knife he's just dropped, before curling in a pain-filled ball on the floor.

[azureskiesmagic]

As Aoko poises the mop to knock the cards back at Kaito, her attention is indeed grabbed by the collapsing 1412. She snaps her gaze away from her target and blinks in surprise a few times, before she drops her own weapon against the ground with a loud clatter.

"K-- Kaito?" The one from her world goes momentarily forgotten as she slides to her knees next to 1412, instinctively (be he the one she has known since childhood or not) reaching out for his shoulder. "What happened--"

And then her gaze is draw toward the dropped knife, and she freezes.

[blackjackmagic]

"Eh?"

Her own Kaito is barely a half-step behind her, crouching down next to Aoko while trying to spot what's wrong with the collapsed figure in white. At the sight of the knife, his expression goes blank, and he shifts just a little so that he can get in front of Aoko at a moment's notice.

"O-oi, you okay? Do you need us to get you to the infirmary?"

[theother1412]

1412 twitches, shoulders shaking-- with dry, rasping laughter, not the kind of laugh one would expect from anyone sane. The knife stays where it is as he raises himself onto one hand, glaring with bitter intensity at Aoko from under the shadowed brim of his hat.

"Not Kaito, little miss," he hisses, gaze flicking sideways to the boy next to her, that boy, that dreadful, awful boy-- 1412 shivers, cutting the line of thought off. Mustn't think about killing, no. Bad things could happen. Have happened.

"Not. Kaito. At. All."

[azureskiesmagic]

Aoko had never been as good at keeping a poker face like Kaito was, but though her brows are knitted together in concern, she manages to keep the surprise and shock at this Kaito's demeanor off of her expression. If not Kaito, then... who?

Quickly, but carefully enough not to startle this strange person, she reaches out to grab the knife and pull it out of 1412's reach. She's tense and ready to move at a moment's notice, and is very much aware of the fact that her Kaito is as well.

"If not Kaito, then... who are you?"

[blackjackmagic]

That laughter definitely isn't making this Kaito feel any better, and he keeps a sharp eye on both the knife and the assassin, not relaxing in the slightest. The other boy's - man's? - twitching and shaking doesn't look so great, but he doesn't reach out to assist him, not yet.

"Are you hurt?"

[theother1412]

"One-four-one-two~, one-four-one-two~," sing-songs 1412, reaching out to grasp Aoko's wrist. She can't take his knife. He doesn't have another. Can't, nope, not allowed. He doesn't grip any tighter than enough to hold her there -- can't hurt her no, can't, bad things will happen -- but it's firm enough she won't be able to pull away.

"One-four-one-two might be hurt but he wouldn't tell the Kaito." He smiles, falsely pleasant.

"And we might tell the little miss but we shan't. We're fine, not hurt at all."

[azureskiesmagic]

1412 manages to catch Aoko's wrist firmly, though she doesn't stiffen underneath the touch, gaze steady and calculating. One-four-one-two... Kaitou Kid's numbers. Another from a universe where her messy-haired best friend had taken up the mantle instead of her.

Except... this time, something had gone terribly wrong.

Swallowing her own nerves, she addresses 1412 specifically, gaze flickering back toward Kaito. "He won't listen," she says, "You can tell me-- and I won't tell him, but only if you let me go first."

[blackjackmagic]

"Oi, Aoko!"

Kaito's protest is sharp-edged, one hand half-outreached and his hackles raised even more by the grip around Aoko's wrist. 1412 - that was Kaitou Kid's number. But this guy wasn't acting like any Kaitou Kid he'd ever heard of. An imposter? Or someone just... not right in the head?

He's leaning hard towards the latter option right now.

It's clear the guy isn't going to have anything to do with him either way. And Aoko's too... Aoko to just leave him be. But he's not going anywhere without her either, not while that knife is out.

"Look, I know you like looking into anything to do with that thief, but we should just get him to the infirmary or go."

This situation was ringing way too many alarm bells for him to want to stick around.

[azureskiesmagic]

"Kaito."

Aoko's response to her friend's protests is calm but also sharp, a hint of annoyance lacing her words. "I said you weren't going to listen-- cover your ears, okay? This is only going to take a moment."

Her gaze doesn't leave 1412 even for a second. Already she had realized that approaching 1412 had been a mistake in and of itself-- but now that she was in this situation, she needed to handle it.

Preferably in a way where no one was injured.

[blackjackmagic]

The look she gets from her best friend is dirty enough to qualify as a mud wallow, but Kaito recognizes that steel stubbornness for what it is - unless he wants to pick her up and physically drag her out of here, Aoko isn't leaving until she's talked to the crazy person.

He shuffles slightly to one side, tense irritation in every move as he covers his ears. But he stays within easy arm's reach of the two of them, and doesn't look away, either.

[theother1412]

1412 watches the little interaction with a growing smile, stretching into a mocking grin directed at Kaito as he covers his ears.

He lets Aoko go, smiling softly and reaching up to gently pat her cheek, all gentle movement, slow and careful. Clever little miss. Quite smart, telling the Kaito to not listen. Quite... smart.

"1412 isn't hurt at all~!" He laughs like a hyena, cracked and high-pitched, utterly amused at the show they put on for him to say nothing at all.

[azureskiesmagic]

She resists the urge to withdraw when 1412 reaches for her cheek, the laughter chilling her to the bone and almost making her shiver-- slightly. The concern is still evident in her expression, and her frown deepens as she withdraws her hand, taking the knife with her.

A few shifts, and she's on her feet, still crouching, still regarding 1412 with concern, but in a much better position to move if necessary-- muscles taut, body at the ready.

"... good. I'm glad 1412 isn't hurt." A beat. She should stand up and leave, really, but this is... this is Kaito, and she just doesn't feel right leaving him here like this.

"Why do they just call you 1412? Why don't they call you Kaito?"

[theother1412]

His eyes narrow. "Said my name wasn't Kaito, didn't I? Doesn't she listen?"

He snarls, angry at her, his mood changing rapidly. Hadn't she gotten the stupid-Kaito to stop listening? Hadn't she been nice? But no, they always make a mistake, are always idiots. Always, always stupid little misses.

"1412. Isn't. Kaito." He clenches a hand into the fabric of the scarf at his neck to remind himself he can't hurt her. He wants to-- oh how he wants-- but he mustn't. No, he mustn't.