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indie & selective AU KUROBA KAITO / KAITŌ KID

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@kaivoleur // continued from here.

there's no flare of triumph when kid takes off his monocle and hat -- for one , it's not as if he doesn't already know that kid's face looks remarkably like his own. two , it didn't seem ... earned. it's not as if conan had managed to corner kid and taken off his " mask " through cornering and capturing him. the only reason why kid was taking off everything was because he was shot.

so , instead of staring at kid and trying to catalogue every difference between his face and his own , he instead takes out conan's phone to figure out which would be the closest restaurant with the best food to help with the blood loss. he also makes a mental note to buy strawberries or dried peaches for kid to snack on later.

he ignores the hushed sounds of kid struggling to change clothes , knowing that any offer of assistance in this endeavour wouldn't go over well. by the time kid is done changing , conan has mapped the best route to the restaurant and has already made a cart for a to-go order.

' there's a seafood restaurant nearby , ' conan says , looking up from his phone. he's keeping an eye on kid's face in order to monitor whether or not he's about to pass out anyway despite kid's numerous assurances that he's not going to. ' do you want to check the order before i place it ? even if tuna's not your favourite , it's probably the best item on their menu that'll help with the blood loss. '

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There's a twitch of what appears to be pain that wracks through KID's frame at the word ' seafood ' —a flinch from pulling on his injury while straightening out his clothes, of course, and not... for any other, fear-related reason. The umbrella term itself poses no issue, but discomfort crawls up his spine at tuna, at the thought of anything scaled and finned and slimy—

His stomach turns, though whether it's from the topic at hand or the blood loss is still up in the air. He pushes himself upright, testing his sense of balance, but the way everything sways isn't exactly promising.

❝ Seafood's a no-go, ❞ KID says, deliberately distracting himself by running through a mental list of tasks. Careful of the arm; bleeding through his jacket would be counterproductive. ❝ Allergies. Anything easier on the stomach ? ❞ Everything white and blinding put away, swapped gloves for a more casual grey, and... right, the cap, pull that out, can't have this face freely going around unshadowed, whether it's Kuroba or Kudō.

In locating his disguise's finishing touch, though, KID realizes he still has the detective's phone buried in an adjacent hidden pocket. One of them, at least, seeing as he's currently using one; KID draws it out with his good hand and drops it into one of Conan's pockets, perhaps a good few degrees less stealthily than if he weren't injured and off-balance. Not a word to acknowledge it either, just a low sigh and a wince against the beginnings of a headache.

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' you've been gone for two hours , ' conan deadpans , rolling his eyes at the sight of kid's clear amusement. ' it's not like we're getting any older here. '

[kaivoleur]

❝ Nor any younger, thankfully, ❞ KID chimes in, the barest hitch of a laugh in his words. His next words emerge in a teasing lilt: ❝ Should I apologize for the two-hour delay, or are you too busy being thankful for the respite ? ❞

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duskgathers‌:

it’d be stupid to feel guilty for his actions considering he’s trying to help the stupid, shot thief ( there has to be a limit on aiding and abetting he should be doing on this trip, but, no, it’s clear that he’s fully on the kid side of this investigation ), but conan still can’t help the surge of guilt he feels when he sees the obvious pain kid is in. 

( he might have been unconscious when the paramedics had started to help him, but he knows just how bad gunshot wounds feel. he couldn’t even walk by the end of his limits, having to be carried by genta until he passed out in a haze of pain and dizziness. even forging that, the pain of the apotoxin… his empathy in the face of kid’s pain made sense ).

there’s a scowl on his face, but hopefully that’s mistaken a reaction to kid’s words rather than a show of the guilt he feels. ‘ idiot, ’ he returns without bite as he, still attempting to catch his breath, goes back towards the medkit and takes out the gauze and bandages. returning to kid, conan immediately starts to pack the wound before wrapping it, gauze and all. there doesn’t seem to be any new blood soaking the gauze or the bandages, so the wound has probably clotted.

‘ can you switch clothes ? you need some food, and you can’t go out to eat in your white suit, ’ conan says, trying to sound bland and hopefully not as worried as he feels. 

     The insult glides off KID like water off a duck’s back, his vision wavering enough that he questions whether or not the detective is actually scowling at him. As Conan dresses his wound, KID claws back control of his breathing—he forces it to even out, erasing the most obvious hints to his distress ( Kaitō KID supposed to be fucking untouchable, his whole mask built on the facade of invulnerability and intangibility; this unhampered show of weakness crawls under his skin like one of Akako’s curses—but for now, he can’t afford to think of that, he’s still chin-deep in A Situation ).

A moment passes, and KID briefly closes his eyes before opening them again. “ Yeah, I know, give me a moment, ” he says, and seems to come a little more alive now. He’s tired, yes, in fact more exhausted than ever, but the pain is falling into background noise and he can ignore it well enough. It’s just a matter of bracing himself when he moves, careful to avoid so much as twitching the area around his shoulder.

The monocle and hat are the first to go—he ignores the instinctive flare of panic at Conan’s nearness, he knows his face already anyway—but a dark grey jacket is harder to pull on, taking a while longer than it normally would.

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@kaivoleur.

' oh , wow , i thought i got rid of you. ' conan rocks back on his heels , a feigned look of annoyance on his face.

[kaivoleur]

KID grins, amusement piercing even the glare of monocle and mask. ❝ Well, I do like to surprise you, tantei-kun. Besides—no rest for the wicked, and all that ~ ! ❞

[maguskaito]

possibly the only time ill draw hakuba properly 😓

[kaivoleur]

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@kaivoleur​  asked:  there's  a  burst  of  confetti  ,  followed  by  a  single  card  floating  down  on  a  balloon-string.  the  balloon  itself  is  a  pale  white  ,  with  KID's  caricature  drawn  on  it  in  cheap  sharpie.  “  happy  birthday  !  ”  the  card  reads.  “  congrats  on  getting  older  !  please  find  your  present  hot  glued  to  the  sole  of  your  shoe.  ”  (  it's  a  booklet  of  what  can  be  loosely  described  as   '  coupons  ’.  one  of  them  says  ,  1  HOUR  OF  PETTING  12  DOVES  !  another  says  ,  FREE  GET-OUT-OF-GLUE-TRAP  CARD  !  the  usefulness  of  these  thin  pieces  of  paper  seems  …  niche  ,  to  say  the  least.  )

conan  can  only  glare  up  at  the  ceiling  in  a  slightly  feverish  haze  as  he  covers  the  lower  half  of  his  face  with  a  blanket.  it  sucks  to  be  sick  on  one’s  birthday  ,  especially  when  some  of  the  people  who  he  wouldn’t  mind  celebrating  with  it  most  don’t  actually  know  it’s  his  birthday.  he  had  received  a  text  message  from  ran  on  shinichi’s  phone  at  exactly  midnight  ,  a  charming  habit  that  ran  had  started  since  they  were  twelve  ,  but  it  wasn’t  the  same.

it  feels  like  he  blinks  ,  and  then  there’s  suddenly  a  poof  of  confetti  overtop  of  his  head  ,  followed  by  a  card  floating  down  on  a  white  balloon.  sitting  up  ,  and  coughing  a  little  with  the  change  of  position  ,  conan  reaches  up  to  grab  the  card  that  could  really  only  be  from  KID  and  reads  it  with  slightly  narrowed  eyes.  does  he  trust  KID  ?  with  lives  and  doing  the  right  thing  when  it  really  counted  (  or  when  there  weren’t  any  jewels  involved  ).  does  he  trust  KID  not  to  leave  a  surprise  prank  for  his  birthday  ?  well  …

still  ,  he  leaves  the  sweated  out  fūton  and  patters  down  his  room  to  the  genkan  ,  going  quietly  so  that  ran  couldn’t  hear  him  where  she  was  in  the  kitchen  making  soup.  one  shoe  of  his  is  suspiciously  a  few  centimetres  higher  than  the  others  ,  so  conan  grabs  that  one  and  turns  it  over  ,  seeing  a  BOOKLET  OF  COUPONS  labelled.  his  eyebrows  furrow  ,  and  he  gently  takes  it  off  the  sole  of  his  shoe  to  read  through  them.  he  snorts  (  causing  a  small  coughing  fit  )  when  he  reads  them.  oddly  specific  ,  but  it  makes  sense  for  KID.  

he  tucks  the  booklet  away  in  his  pocket  and  heads  back  to  his  room.  maybe  one  day  ,  he’ll  throw  one  of  the  “  pet  twelve  doves  “  coupon  at  kid  …

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conantown​:

“Exactly!” So nice having yet another double agree with him. Though, it’d be nice if the resident Kid had someone to tease himself. ( Outside of his fellow townsfolk, because things that happen within this group could get complicated quickly. )

Shinichi, meanwhile, rolled his eyes at both of the thieves. Of course they’d want the spotlight; being annoying and grabbing attention pretty much their whole deal. Of course, while this detective might not be interested in ‘denying’ any shows, he’s pretty sure there were plenty of people around who could take on that task. Also pretty sure at least one of those people was nearby.

Would be such a shame for the Kids here if someone were to. Also fish for attention.

“Hmm… I don’t know about that, KID. Performances only need the space if people actually wanted to watch them. Causing trouble and stealing attention isn’t quite the same as a stage show with a willing audience.” Granted, since everyone still seems to be getting settled, nothing’s happened yet, but come on. Reputations precede.

“You two are just popular because you’re an inevitable train wreck people can’t stop watching until things go wrong.”

(Maybe if things pick up enough speed—well! Who knows who else might decide to show up, in time?)

“ Why yes, thanks for reminding us that we are, in fact, very wanted, ” KID says cheerfully, well aware of the double meaning of ‘wanted’, in this case. Having both fans and detectives on his tail just be like that sometimes! “ Still, I’d argue that stealing people’s attention actually makes for an especially... let’s say, ‘enthusiastic’ audience. Willing to be there, certainly. ”

He’d like to see anyone try and stop Nakamori-keibu from being present at a heist if at all physically possible; he’d know. Kaito has tried it before.

“ A train wreck, really? ” KID laughs, giving a short flourish and a bow. “ I won’t deny things often go wrong, but at least it’s good fun. ”

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conantown​:

“You say that as though you don’t know full well that he’d make his own space…”

“Hey now, meitantei, I’ve had my own space for years, so don’t go around implying that I’d need to clear a bigger area here. But yes, I have plenty of elbow room here to play however I want.”

The fact that he has all the reactions to chose from may also give him a leg up on everyone else, but that sort of thing only matters when picking a person at random to talk. Much like now. If he does coincidentally become the spokesman of this town, he’s sure him having a lot of photos around has nothing to do with it.

“ There is a certain amount of stage space a performer would need compared to the audience, ” KID teases, very clearly siding with his mirrored self. He’s missed having very obvious biases, it’s fun! And clearly the detectives haven’t loosened up much since he last checked. “ Who’s to deny the people their show, right? ”

Cameras, lights, the works—if they have a favorite in the other thief, KID is happy to agree. (Though he will be keeping an eye on the shadows for any particular person who’d rather stick to those...) As it turns out, he doesn’t have any photos himself, so. That will have to be handled at a later date, most likely.

[conantown]

“Oh, hey, I thought I heard you back in town! Got a new hideout we’ve been working on, if you’d like to come for a visit.”

@kaivoleur​

[kaivoleur]

“ Oh, there you are! I was trying to see where everyone went to while I was... hibernating. ” Hibernating sure is a word, though whether or not it applies here is a matter of perspective, probably. “ Looks like you’ve got everyone here, very nice. Still got enough space to stretch your wings? ”

[kaivoleur]

okay im just giving up on icons for now. mmmmost? of my au pages and whatever look like they work, so there’s that. do i even remember how this works is the question

whatever like this post if you want an ask. or just @ me in a starter i guess \o/

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duskgathers‌:

‘ it would be – stupid to put – traps on a medkit, ’ retorts conan as he pants, sweat glistening on his face after running the entire way there and back. still, without even trying to catch his breath, conan opens up the medkit to see, hopefully, all of the supplies he needs to help take care of the wound. he grabs the hydrogen peroxide because, well, his vest was probably the cleanest thing he had on, but it wouldn’t be the cleanest either ( plus, stumbling around in an alley… ). 

careful hands reach towards kid’s injured shoulder as he informs kid that he needs to see the wound ( there’s still blood gathering on his vest – won’t the disappearance of that be a bitch to explain to ran – but it seems like it’s slowing down from the combination of the pressure and the tourniquet both, which hopefully means they won’t be heading to a hospital. ). 

‘ this is going to hurt, ’ conan informs before he pours some of the hydrogen peroxide onto and around the wound to disinfect it. he hadn’t bothered on asking kid if he wanted to take the painkillers that conan had found, but he thinks he already knows what the answer would be to that question anyway. 

     KID bites his tongue before he can say anything incriminating—namely anything vaguely referencing Hakuba’s opinion on his intelligence or Akako’s opinion on his stupidity—and just focuses on trying to ignore the growing little kernel of gratitude buried somewhere ( not deep enough ) in his consciousness. He lets Conan look at the wound, nerves jumping at the detective’s touch but muscles locked perfectly still to let him examine it.

“ A little more pain isn’t gonna make any difference, ” the thief murmurs, and braces himself.

A sharp breath snags in KID’s lungs, nearly yanking the world out from under him as his wound flares up in agony at the hydrogen peroxide. His vision might have greyed out for a moment, he doesn’t know, but he grinds his teeth because he’s awake, he’s AWAKE and AWARE that’s what matters, even if the only thing stopping him from flinching back is every inch of self-control he has left in him. He doesn’t dare open his mouth in fear of letting his pain tumble out in muffled screams and broken whines, and just purses his lips through it instead.

His ears are ringing with static and blood. But he’s coherent. ( He feels coherent, at least. Holding on by the barest of threads, thinning under the pain, but for the moment—! ) 

“ Okay, ” he rasps out in a near soundless whisper as his thoughts scream and scream and scream, “ okay, maybe it does, maybe it makes a— mn, lil’ a bit of difference. ”

[kaivoleur]

duskgathers‌:

conan shakes his head. ‘ you shouldn’t be moving too much – the blood flow will be exacerbated, especially since i can’t carry you. ’ if he was shinichi – no, he can’t bemoan his size right now ( even though he does and has, multiple times ). although, really, he doubts kid would be able to carry him as a teenager ( although, he did carry his assistant once with the same motorised engine ).

‘ here, ’ he says, as he hands kid his “shinichi” phone after unlocking it ( making a mental note to change the password since kid has seen it ). it might be a slight mistake to do so, given what kid to do with his phone given enough time, but he doubts that kid would give him his phone number – if kid carried a phone on him, at any rate ( it wouldn’t surprise him if it did, but it also wouldn’t surprise him if he didn’t ). ‘ i’m going to go get the medical kit, so you’re going to have to tell me where it is. we’re going to stay on the line together the entire time while you keep putting pressure on your wound, and you’re just going to talk so that i know you haven’t slipped into unconsciousness. it doesn’t have to be anything important, you can recite a fairy tale for all i care, but you’re going to talk. ’

     KID has enough presence of mind to think a brief wow, bossy, that feels more fond than annoyed, but he doesn’t waste putting breath into the tease. Probably not the time for it. Instead, he rattles off a series of directions from here to his hidden stash of medical supplies, and explains, “ It’s behind a stack of boxes, up against a wall. ” It’s a neat little spot that’s out of the way and wouldn’t have been disturbed until tomorrow, allowing him the time to circle back and grab it later if he’d needed to. 

On the bright side, he doesn’t have to remember to do that anymore.

Eyeing the phone, KID inclines his head in a nod. A part of him immediately wants to change all the ringtones to something absurd, but the larger part of him is focusing on applying pressure to the gunshot wound and can’t afford to be distracted. “ I refuse to pass out, but sure, I’ll keep talking, ” he says, and would mock a solute if his hands weren’t occupied. Getting shot sucks; there’s a thousand and one possibilities he’d love to take advantage of right now, but even breathing steady is a bit of a difficulty, which automatically throws out most of them. ( Thanks to the detective, it’s not as bad as he’d thought it would be, so far from Ekoda, so far from Jii—no, he’s not going to start wishful thinking now. Focus. ) What’s something mindless enough that he doesn’t need to think for it, but not specific enough that it would give something away? 

“ ... Hydrogen, helium, lithium, beryllium, boron, carbon... ”

[morofushi]

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 duskgathers‌:

‘ idiot, you shouldn’t have gotten rid of medical supplies, ’ he lightly chastises. conan understands that the bulk of kid’s equipment could be the difference between life and death, but forgoing medical supplies is its own kind of stupidity. although he’s still pissed that kid kidnapped him and took him to singapore ( using ran’s face ! ), he wouldn’t have minded being crammed in with medical supplies, even if it meant that he’d be sore and aching throughout and after the flight. 

conan, of course, notices the tremble in kid’s arm, but he makes no mention of it as he takes the scarf from kid’s grasp after he strips off his vest. holding it out with one hand, he commands the thief to use it to put more pressure on the bleeding. he got here a little bit late, but considering the trail of blood that he followed and cleaned, they’re getting into dangerous blood loss territory here. 

after kid takes the vest, conan uses the scarf to start to wrap it two inches above the gunshot wound. he hasn’t tightened it yet, but he warns kid ‘ this is going to hurt, ’ right before making the scarf as tight as he possibly could. ( he doesn’t have enough strength for it, perhaps, as a seven year old, but they’re both going to have to make due ). 

     “ Thanks for the warning. ” Swallowing his pain is easy, compared to the rest of everything that’s wrong with this situation; KID hisses through a few breaths, fingers twitching against the soiled silk of his suit, but doesn’t voice a sound as the material digs into his skin.

After a moment, KID opens his eyes—fuck, when had they slipped closed? Probably when he braced himself—and tries to get his mind back on track. Escaping. No, not right now. The only threat around is helping him stay alive right now. Pressure. Yes, he’s holding it as hard as he can, though he has a feeling it’ll be less effective with time. Medical supplies?

He says, “ I didn’t get rid of them, they’re—hn, they’re just not on me. Stashed the kit a couple streets off. ” He’s almost there, technically. Technically, considering the distance from where he’d been shot and where he is now, he’s nearly halfway there. If he can convince himself that the distance is not as insurmountable as his pain receptors are telling him it is, this wouldn’t even be a problem... Come to think of it, he probably should have mentioned this earlier, but he is distracted and the pain is biting into what would normally be a perfectly functional multitasking thought process. “ I don’t suppose using you as a crutch sounds like a good idea to you. ”

[kaivoleur]

duskgathers‌:

‘ go ahead and pass out, you’ll just wake up in a hospital. ’ seriously, though, if kid did pass out, he’s dragging his unconscious body to a hospital whether kid wants it or not – there’s nothing that he could do against blood loss. 

     “ I just said I’m not doing that, didn’t I? ” KID bares his teeth in a grin, every inch the perfect mask he always uses it for. His glove’s starting to turn a worryingly deep red, though, and what’s visible of his face pales in the moonlight. “ I’ll be fine, ” he continues, like pure force of will might heal a whole gunshot wound. “ I just—need to... stop bleeding. ”