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Hakuba chuckled and pulled on the tie a bit, cutting off the teens air supply just slightly, it would make it hard to breath, but not impossible. This wasn’t about proving his was KID, or locking him away. This was about payment, repaying the embarrassment and humiliation he’d received earlier. This was punishment, a sick twisted punishment that would be private between them, something he could return to anytime he wanted.

He owned Kuroba Kaito.

He tapped a finger against the others cheek and made a tsking sound, wiggling his finger back and forth in front of the others face. “I have no intentions of sharing this information with anyone. You see, I don’t like sharing very much. Besides, if I went off and told people, I wouldn’t get to have my fun.”

Hakuba leaned down, keeping his grip on the tie and keeping it pulled tight, and whispered in Kuroba’s ear. “I bet you’re just itching to find out what I have in store for you? Hmm? You’re mine. I could do what ever I wanted to you.” He slid his free hand down Kuroba’s chest for emphasis. “You’re my trapped little dove.”

A gasp left him as he struggled for breath, hands instinctively coming up and grabbing the other’s arm. Kid couldn’t pull it away, though. Not without the tie constricting even more.

This Hakuba was dangerous. And he was beginning to regret bringing him out. However…

The thief warily eyed the finger as it came to touch his cheek, making a small attempt to tilt his head away, only to be cut off by the already tight noose.

…A part of him was proud at being able to call out a side of the detective that the other had been hiding.

But mostly, the teen was afraid. He didn’t know what to expect from the other right now. Hakuba always poked fun at his identity, saying that one day he would be the one to unmask Kid and put him behind bars. To be the one to catch him. And he honestly would have been fine with the detective doing that after he’d finished his job.

Right now, though, he didn’t want to be caught by the one in front of him. It felt wrong. The other’s words felt made him feel like he was being submerged in ice.

His eyes narrowed as Hakuba leaned closer. The thief had half a mind to backslap the other, but retained enough self preservation instinct to refrain. The thought did make him wonder if he should try and get to one of his pockets that had the knock out bombs, but what the detective said made his heart stop.

He’d poked the teen for not being able to do anything, but now he was the one that was at another’s mercy. He glanced at the hand on his chest, then back up at the detective. He opened his mouth to say something, but the tie around his neck just made it come out as a whine.