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In the office of a seemingly average house sat a large mahogany desk. The desk itself was very impressive, but not nearly as impressive as the man who sat behind it. A man, known for so long as Lion that his original name had faded from the minds of nearly all, sat at the desk, his eyes glued to the glowing screen of a laptop. The computer showed him many things depending on his mood or need. It could show him the order forms from black market weapons dealers, the communication data and raking order of all those beneath him in his organization, files of unsolved crimes he stole from the police, or his plans for future crimes. Right now though, he was watching what he considered one of the most interesting things the screen portrayed.

The laptop showed live feed from a security camera. The original camera was only a few rooms away, but this was much better than actually being in the room. His little captives wouldn't act natural if he was in there. A fact that was both slightly annoying and immensely gratifying. It took him years to gain the aura and poise it took to conduct fear with a simple look or word. He finally had that power though. He saw it in the way his captives, enemies, and even those in his organization froze when he came near. A smirk settled across his face as he recalled how the boy and the cop had stopped dead still when he entered the room, the fear in their eyes they tried so hard to mask.

A ghastly grin lit the man's face as he pictured their expressions, his eyes still glued to the computer screen. Not that his subjects were terribly exciting at that moment. At this time of the morning the lights to the room were still out, they were still "asleep". Heh, as if they could really sleep in a situation like theirs. Every once in a while they would toss and turn, only catching light moments of sleep between waking to their nightmare. The man would go wake them in a while, for now he would simply enjoy the luxury and ease of an early morning. He never was one to sleep much. He much preferred several, pardon the pun, cat naps throughout the day. It was actually already much later than when he usually woke.

Suddenly there was movement on the screen. The man's concentration sharpened as the child rolled over, then opened his eyes as he once again woke from his limited slumber. The boy rose to a full sitting position, his eyes searching the darkness until he remembered where he was and settled down to try and sleep some more. For a moment Lion wondered how the boy recognized the room as his place of captivity. It was pitch dark in there once the lights were off. Perhaps it wasn't by sight but sound. The officer below looked to be asleep, but he could have said something comforting. Lion would never know, there wasn't a listening device in the room after all. There was no need for one. Anyone who went into the cell wasn't coming out, or if they were it was to become one of Them. Perhaps it was a lack of sound that alerted his memories. If he was used to a noise and it wasn't there, it made sense that it would make him recall recent events. If the old man he stayed with snored that would do it, he looked like a snorer.

Yes Lion knew about the man the child stayed with, the "Sleepwalker something-or-other". In fact there were several things he knew about the child. He knew of the childish group he was the leader of that had solved so many cases. He knew how the boy saw things the police did not, and how he gave them hints at just the right time. He had copies of both the newspaper articles and police reports dealing with the child's battles with Kid. He knew that the boy had a penchant for stumbling across crime scenes but that when he was there they were almost always solved. The man knew that the child's parents were in a different country, leaving the boy with family friends. He knew about the family the child was staying with, and the professor whom he seemed to know so well. He knew the boy's grades, medical history, and had a copy of any witness reports he made to the police. He knew everything about the boy. Did he know the boy's name? Of course he did, but that didn't matter. Whatever the boy's name was, he now had a new one: Kitten.

Yes, the child was now Kitten. He was HIS Kitten, and he knew everything about every one of his Cats. It was no coincidence that this child, the one he knew so much about was now his prisoner. He had been keeping tabs on the small sleuth for months. He'd deliberately set up crimes in the child's hometown, leaving bait for the body magnet. Yet for some infuriating reason the child was never at any of his crimes! He was visiting friends in Osaka, or going camping with those children, or following that idiot detective he stayed with to investigate a crime in a faraway villa. What felt like countless times of setting traps and wasting his time telling his Cats to be prepared to capture the boy should he appear had seemed to be in vain. But that was all over now. He had his prize, his Kitten. The unrecognized genius who may someday become Lion, the king, when the original was gone. He was laying there, on his screen, trying to sleep.

Yes Lion knew of the boy's sense of justice and he knew that the boy may fight them, but he also knew that anything cracked when under enough pressure. And he certainly knew how to apply pressure. Besides, Kitten was simply a child, Lion had years to mold the boy into his shadow. Since the boy was now only seven, he may eventually even forget his life before the Copy Cats.

The manic leader was disturbed from his thoughts as he heard footsteps go past his door. That must be Tabby. The man looked down to the corner of his computer screen to see the clock display. Ah, it was breakfast time for his Kitten and the officer. Tabby actually managed to do things on time without complaining about the time for once. Lion allowed himself the barest of a smile. He supposed there really was no reason why he actually help the prisoners to normals times of waking, sleeping and meals. They could be awoken and fed breakfast at noon and told to go to bed at 3 A.M. and they would have no way of knowing. It was for normalcy and simplicity's sake if anything.

The man pushed himself out of his chair and left the room, headed towards the kitchen. On the counter sat a tray with two bowls of oatmeal, still steaming hot. With one hand Lion picked up the food and started walking to the door that hid the cell. A grim smirk settled on his face. The two down there were probably expecting Tabby to bring them breakfast, and thought they would be able to get out of the "deal" Lion tried to make with Kitten the previous night. Well, it wasn't going to be that easy. For a moment his mind wandered to his inferior, wondering where the man went. The lazy bum was probably still in bed. He probably got up just long enough to make the food and now was back to snoring on his bed, the bum. For a second Lion pondered waking him just due to spite and to remind the Cat who was king, but he decided against it. He had more important things to do.

Finally reaching the door leading to the stairs the man turned on the lights, slowly walking down to his prisoners. He relished the way Kitten shot up immediately, completely alert and ready for anything. The officer took a moment longer to get up, but his response was impressively similar to the child's. Lion felt a trill of pride seeing fear flash through their eyes at the sight of him, quickly to be replaced with a touch of horror as they realized what that would mean for their already empty stomachs.

Lion walked slowly to the edge of the cage, his eyes fixed on his Kitten as the child woke fully and turned on him with a glare the man knew hid fear. The boy's eyes followed his, refusing to waver and refusing to lose. The child was extremely alert for just woken up, good. This would make the mental games more fun. Especially so because the child was aware to them now. Yes, being so upfront about making the boy beg could have been considered a bad move, but he had his methods. Now the child knew to play the games, and they could continue the one they hadn't finished the night before. Though he knew that the child would be no more willing today than he had been last night. Oh well, that would change. Hunger would do that, and even if it couldn't protectiveness would once the child saw the hunger of his friend.

Lion felt a surge of annoyance as his concentration was broken when the officer started to stand. Really, did they have to play this every time.

"Don't bother officer, you already know who I want." The man glared at him but continued to rise. Lion growled soundlessly at the disobedience, but was curious enough to watch it play out without punishing the man... yet. The officer stood, but instead of stupidly trying to get the food like Lion had half-expected, he stayed turned towards the bed and simply helped Kitten off of the higher bunk. Lion twitched as he saw the man's lips move, he was obviously whispering something to the child, but he chose not to act upon the annoyance. The officer was of no concern to him. Once the boy was safely on the ground the officer sat back down on the bed, his gaze turning hard and hawk-like as they centered on Lion. Kitten had sauntered towards the door of the gate, his manner boasting of bravado Lion knew was fake. Still, just as he had before the man waited in silence until the boy finally spoke, his words forced out through gritted teeth.

"Are you bringing us our breakfast?" He forced out with a glare.

Lion replied with a superior smirk. "Same requirement as last night."

"Same response." The child said immediately.

"Same results." The man finished snidely, but the child stood his ground.

"Same reaction." The boy finished, then turned back to the bed.

Lion felt a glower coming on but forced it back before either of the two could see. Before he could move however, a familiar growl sounded throughout the small room. A feral smirk found itself on his face. He recognized the growl, perhaps the stubborn child would change his mind now that his very stomach was arguing in Lion's favor. The man saw the boy's startled gaze meet the officers, his steps faltering a moment as he glanced back at the food in Lion's hand. So it was the officer's stomach that growled not the child's. This may work even more in the man's favor. However, the officer simply displayed a small, shy smile.

"Don't worry, Conan-kun. Like I told you, I'm fine." So that's what he had whispered: assurances about the boy refusing food again. He'd thought it was strange that Kitten hadn't thought twice about that decision. Well, that wasn't important yet. He knew that the child would crack. Whether it was now or later would make little difference, though perhaps he would push more at dinner if they were already so hungry. The officer's words had reminded him of something though. Setting the tray he held on a step behind him Lion pointed to the adult in the cell. "You, officer, Come here." He commanded, "Alone." He added as the child turned to him when he spoke. "Kitten, you go sit on the bed."

The child glowered at him, disgusted by the thought of obeying his orders. The man let out a verbal growl followed by a quick command of "Do it!" Reluctantly the boy sat as the officer stood, coming up to stand about a foot away from the gate, "Closer." Lion commanded. The man hesitantly took a small step forward, and Lion simply growled. The officer got the hint though and stepped closer still until he was practically pressed against the gate. "Good."

In the split second faster than it would take to even flinch away, the manic leader had a knife in hand, the blade of which was stabbed into the flesh of the officer's side. He heard a sharp gasp of pain and saw the man's eyes widen in surprise as Lion's hand began to be dotted with dark spots of scarlet blood.

"I don't like whispering." He breathed. "Not in my presence." With a yank he tore the blade free and turned to leave the room. At the top of the stairs without looking back he called, "I'll see you at dinnertime Kitten." With those parting words he slammed the door closed, not bothering to turn but picturing the looks of horror that would be following him.

Rushing through the kitchen the man simply threw the tray with the food on the counter, tossing the blood covered knife after it. Tabby would clean those up later, he didn't have time for that. Hurrying back to his office he immediately shifted the laptops mouse, replacing the screen-saver with his favorite show. The officer had staggered back to the bed, and the child was trying to remove his shirt. Lion felt a small amount of gratification at the sight of the blood trailing from the gate to the bed. He was a professional, he made sure of the position of the wound, glancing his side and leaving a gash instead of a stab wound, the cut was barely under one of the man's upper ribs. I wouldn't kill him, it would hurt but he would survive, hopefully having learned his lesson.

By now they had gotten the man's T-shirt off and Kitten was filling up one of the cups with water from the sink as the officer looked over the wound. He wouldn't be able to see much yet because of all the blood. With a sadistic grin the man zoomed in on the stream, first centering on the wound then moving to the officer's eyes. They were filled with a shocked pain, and Lion knew that when he entered the room again the man's fear would be double what it had been. He then moved over to the child's eyes, his grin only widening. The child's gaze was serious and in charge, he didn't seem effected at all by the blood-spill like any lesser child would be. Perhaps he'd been shocked at the attack, but now that he had work to do he was putting away his emotions. Good, that was what Lion needed.

Zooming out once again, the man saw that the officer had taken the water from the boy and was cleaning the wound while the child crawled under the bed. A moment later he emerged holding a bunch of torn up cloth. The two must have made them to use as bandages after they'd gotten shot. He watched for a moment as the man began wrapping his wound, afterward replacing the bandages on both his and the child's gunshot wounds for earlier. Finally once all of the injuries were taken care of the two began to talk. Lion couldn't hear them, but it wasn't hard to guess what the two were saying.

"Are you okay, whatever-his-name-was-keiji?"

"Yeah, Conan-kun I'm fine."

"I didn't expect him to do that."

"Me neither, but nothing would have been different if we had. Lion is just too cunning and manipulative. We can't do anything when faced with his terrifying power over us." Okay, perhaps he was embellishing it a bit, but even if they weren't saying that they should be thinking it. Ooh, now the child looked all defiant. It didn't take a genius to know that he was professing that he would NEVER join them and become Kitten. Lion had to chuckle. The boy was just so CUTE! He actually thought he had the ability to escape. It was adorable. Though Lion wasn't sure if it was a good thing or bad. It was either a full forced determination that would be a boon to their organization, or a breaking naivete that would have to be beaten out of him.

With a sigh Lion reduced the window showing his captives, leaving it up but putting it in a small corner so that it wouldn't be a bother. With a swift click he brought up his email, noting that a medium ranked cat was requesting an urgent meeting with him tomorrow, then closed it to donate the whole screen to his personal files and contact information. He would see his newest member at dinner, for now he had work to do.