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Lockdown Shuu and Stew || okiya-subaru

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Subaru nodded. It was a small comfort in some regards, in that it wasn’t the Black Organization. Still, given the circumstances of the case, that meant there was some form of abuse going on before the perpetrator was caught. (Harming children, though, was a special low even the Organization avoided when they could, for goodness sake.)

“It isn’t a problem, Hakuba.”

Speaking of tricks, though, there was a difference between his allusions of a weapon and his actual trickery. Namely the disguise and lying abut his identity. “So, aside from the idiocy that is that criminal, have there been other cases you’ve been working on?”

“Ah, just the usual, really. I’ve been looking into some gang-related crimes. Drug dealers. East of Tokyo.” Hakuba laughed. “So, yes, I am involved in some organized crime cases, but they’re not giving me any guff at all thus far. Just fighting with each other over territory and I’ve come across some of their illegal dealings and… well.”

The detective sighed, then got to his feet. “Can I interest you in a drink of any kind? Tea, scotch, anything…? Ah, and what have you been up to lately?”

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Lockdown Shuu and Stew || okiya-subaru

okiya-subaru:

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“I see.” The irony was palpable to him. Subaru set the stew down on the table and sat down.

“No patdowns in case they’re worried I brought a knife with me and tricked you? I suppose being unmolested upon arrival is better than some of my travels involving United States airlines, at least." There were tales he could tell of what he’d personally seen and what agents told him. (The long hair, his hat, and skin tone at that time didn’t help in the slightest, by the way.)

"Anyway, being more serious, I would like to know if you angered an organized crime ring or not, at the very least.” Subaru clasped his hands together, frowning. “I determine it’s some sort of thing you don’t wish to divulge, but that is all I ask at the moment. I understand and sympathize, as I’ve ended up in a similar situation myself where I wasn’t able to tell anyone any details.” (Still an ongoing situation, but he didn’t need to explain that just yet.)

“They would have, had I asked them to refrain. I suppose you could be tricking me, and the thought had crossed my mind, but… honestly, I’m not that concerned at present.” Hakuba shook his head, pulling bowls from the cupboard behind the wet bar, and spoons.

“No, this has nothing to do with an organized crime ring. I almost wish that it was; I typically have much greater success dealing with those types.” He set the dishes on the table and took a seat afterward. “No, I’m afraid that this is a case of a religious nutcase that I put behind bars several years ago. He was up for parole this summer and I took a trip to London to testify against him. The man was denied and now he’s trying to stir up trouble from jail…”

Hakuba sighed. “Releasing a list of victims… which was leaked… I hadn’t put my name on the case originally, you see, so I wasn’t sure if he knew who had turned him in – until I showed up in court. It’s caused a bit of controversy, but I believe that it’s relatively localized and isolated.”

The detective pursed his lips. “Stew though, hm? It smells delicious. Thank you for bringing it all this way.”

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Lockdown Shuu and Stew || okiya-subaru

okiya-subaru:

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“It is fine.” He pulled up and, following their gestures, drove to the garage. It was unusual compared to what he’d seen (even with the Kudou house), but he didn’t wish to comment on the lavishness of the location. Aside from that, he parked his car and grabbed the stew.

A man in a uniform, likely one of the security guard had him follow him to wherever it was Hakuba was in this place. As they walked, Subaru took in what he could. The security guards could be fine for dealing with lower level criminals, but higher-level crime syndicate would get through them with ease. Regardless, it was wisest to hear the entire situation first before going off to his hiding spot to retrieve his rifle.

It took a few minutes to get from the garage, down the wide marble-floored hallway, and into the parlor, but Hakuba was there to greet them at the door. 

“Ah, Subaru-san. Thank you for coming.” The detective turned his attention to the security guard next, giving them a nod. “Thank you for escorting my client; it’s a relief that I can still get some work done during all of this… honestly.”

The guard nodded in turn, then took his leave with a “Yes, sir." 

Hakuba then led the way into the unoccupied room, and waited to close the door once Subaru entered. There was a billiard table, card table and chairs, couches, flat screen tv – all as excessive and lavish as the rest of the house had been. But at least they were alone.

"Sorry about that; if they think you’re my client they won’t pay us any attention. Please, come in, take a seat… I’ll get bowls and things from the wet bar.”