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Roses Verse (pt2)
Two different shades of blue eyes fell on the stage as Mary made to start her important announcement. Dread making their skin crawl as they prepared themselves for something worse the child has to offer them in this so called play. More or less two hundred players in, and anything could go wrong. Correction. Everything is so wrong right now and both of them just wanted to do something —anything— about it to finally be freed of this place.
Body freezing, eyes widening and near identical faces showing different shades of horror at the sight before them. Those are.. The familiar things over the right side of the stage could only be something someone they call precious owned. One set of karate uniform and a moderately sized finny —fish— plush toy. Those could only be theirs and nobody else's. An embroidered 'Mouri Ran' and a small tag of 'Bakaito' were peaking through red stains and tattered pieces of fabric material.
Shinichi let out a shuddering breath, unconsciously moving closer towards his companion for comfort as shoulders bumped and pressed together. Red. Those can't be blood. But even he can't differentiate between those two substances with how far he was that the possible smell of paint or metalic hint can't be distinguished.
Eyes flickering towards his companion, he took note of he crumbling facial expression, poker face barely there as guilt and sorrow flashed in his eyes. Never has he seen him like this in his years of knowing the thief and it was staggering and worrying at the same time.
The magician could barely hear the chaos that was the performance stage/room as the ringing in his ears intensifies. Could only focus on that acursed toy that his friend had repeatedly shoved on his face numerous times to get a reaction out of him. Chest heaving as he stared right back at black beady eyes, trauma heightening. He barely registered the hand tugging him around, another coming up and abruptly shielding his field of vision to cover everything else but for the comforting words and murmurs. Shinichi. He was not alone in this.
"I won't say it's okay because it's not. But we'll do fine. We'll try to find a way.. we'll definitely find a way to get out of here, okay? We just need to stick together, as far as partnership goes. Like old times, right?" Yes, like old times. It isn't like the black hasn't held their families hostage before. In fact they still are, albeit unknowingly.
Breathing out slowly, almost calmly, Kaito took hold of the hand that was covering half of his face and sent his fellow prisoner a resolute expression and determined smile. Participation notwithstanding, they will pull through with each other by their side. Nothing will tell them otherwise.
"Of course. Like old times." because despite being pulled from the black's grasp, they're still Cognac and Mezcal and they have a mission to fulfill.