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“I ain’ talkin’ jus’ ‘bout work!” Hardly his business? That had never stopped the Brit before—wasn’t it only just he should return the favor back? “…Hah. Does that mean ya don’ let it affect ya anywhere else? What a sorry excuse of a follower ya’re…” 

Fists clenching, Hakuba lowered his hands, arms tight against his sides. He didn’t dare look at the Osakan, not while he was so close to losing his temper entirely. That kind of behavior didn’t become him. The foreign detective let out a slow breath.

“So which is it, Hattori-san? Blinded by faith or not blind enough? Just which would you prefer, if those are –  apparently – my only options?”

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“It’s plenty relevant! Or at least, it should be.”

Heiji slid his hands into his pockets, still damp. It would explain a lot of things Hakuba did, in a matter of speaking. There were stories of the rather devout worshippers, newsclippings and video feeds of their rather outlandish manners of practice… If this half-Brit detective was one of them, Hakuba’s somewhat unorthodox mannerisms made a whole lot of sense to this dark-skinned detective.

“How many times has yer faith blinded ya from th’ truth?”

He had meant it in simple curiosity. Heiji knew that sometimes he could get carried away in cases putting his heart before the mind, and this seemed hardly any different for him.

It hardly seemed possible that things were unfolding the way that they were. Hakuba, jaw tight, dropped his gaze to the dusty floor and hesitated before replying tensely. 

“It hasn’t. I don’t let it interfere with my work. And, frankly, this is none of your business, Hattori-san.”

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… Really. In a time like this, the idiot was going to try and play dumb? Still, it seemed like he’d hit the mark… So the halfer was a Catholic, eh? “Ya know damn well what I mean. ‘sides, ain’ ya a detective?”

Oh, Heiji would joke around. Why not? For all the times the smug bastard cut him with that silver tongue… “Figure it out fer yerself. Doin’ that on top’f a case shouldn’ be too hard fer ya, right?”

Of course. 

Hakuba closed his eyes briefly, turning back around to grind his teeth, finding his reasons to stay composed. 

Of all the people to find out, it had to be Hattori Heiji. He should have been more careful. What was this going to cost him? It was fairly easy to assume that of the possible meanings the Osakan’s statement held, he’d meant the worst and most insulting. 

He pulled the covering from an overturned chair on one of the tables, dropping it on the floor afterward.

“It’s not. However, I don’t see how my being a detective is relevant.”

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Only a snort was offered in response to the ‘same boat’ remark. “Th’ only luck I’ll be gettin’ fer it is’f this damn storm decides ta end right here an’ now.”

Heiji shuffled himself away from what little light did peek in from the boarded windows. His gaze was careful and meticulous as Hakuba strode past him, and he hoped he could catch the detail he needed to figure out whatever this mystery item was. A flash of lightning urged the clap of thunder and illuminated the raised area briefly… was that a cross?

“…Hah. No wonder,” began the Osakan condescendingly. “Carryin’ a cross in yer heart instead’f yer shoulders…”

Hakuba had managed a half-genuine smile by the time he reached the chairs, amused at the fact that he wasn’t the only one stranded. But the last thing that Heiji said jerked the reins right out of his hands. Had he seen…?

The detective stiffened, blinking once, before turning to look coolly over his shoulder. 

“What do you mean by that, exactly?" 

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“Th’ hell did ya hear that from? I jus’ didn’ know it was goin’ ta rain. Was runnin’ ‘round all day lookin’ fer thin’s fer a case—ain’ concern ya,” he responded, interest piqued at Hakuba’s odd motion to rebutton his damp clothing. Heiji remembered the odd glint of silver his eyes spotted earlier and wondered if that had to do with it.

As the night (and the storm)continued, their surroundings only darkened. He’d be hard-pressed now to look for details that would reveal whatever it was the halfer was hiding under the wet shirt. Why was that so important to find out, though? “An’ what ‘bout ya? Figured ya might’ve been more prepared fer this sort’f weather—ain’ it always cloudy back in yer home country?”

“It’s often cloudy, yes, but more fog than anything. Regardless, the rain doesn’t bother me… and, honestly, I thought I’d be done with my work by now and back home. It sounds as though we’re approximately in the same boat, as it were.”

The blond detective, satisfied that he was sorted a gain, stepped past Hattori toward a pile of chairs to search for one that might be stable enough to sit on. 

“Did you have any luck with your case?”

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Hadn’t the rainy season passed already? The storm certainly blew its way into the district like it hadn’t. Granted, Heiji had been running around this part of town for his current case all day, and without much look into the weather forecast. The Osakan was only half glad he decided against bringing his cap—the last thing he wanted getting wet was that beloved headgear of his. He only wished he remembered to lug an umbrella along with him. Clouds knew in their stormy disposition that Kazuha would yell his ears off if he managed to catch a cold or some other sickness in this weather.

Alleyways—bless their shortcuts—were something of a curse with the downpour, what with all the sewage and refuse cluttered everywhere. Japan was very effective in its methods of recycling but it still stood that garbage was garbage and, until they were sent off to landfills, they stunk places to high hell. The dark-skinned detective was more than glad to burst in to some boarded up building from behind to be rid of the rain, among other things. Fingers moved quickly, removing the very damp windbreaker and letting it fall to a sloshy, wet mess on the floor that was sure to have more than just a layer of dust. He’d have removed other items of clothing in haste had he not heard the same sound coming from the front of the establishment, causing him to freeze in place instead. Someone else was in here with him?

Heiji carefully crawled around his dim surroundings, peering from corners to get a closer look of the other “patron” inside. He couldn’t be sure if they were friend or foe, even tensing up at the flash of silver until the small amount of light revealed the faint outline of the one individual the Kansai teen hoped he wouldn’t have to run into just yet.

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“Oh, great,” the dark-skinned detective groaned, revealing himself from his hiding place. “How’s it that I always run inta ya?”

Shit. Of course it would have to be that Osakan, of all of the people in the area, to pick the same building to escape the rain. 

Hakuba grimaced, turning to put his shoulder to the Osakan while he hurriedly moved to rebutton his shirt, tucking the cross back underneath his damp clothing. He hated the way that it clung to his skin, but it was better than the alternative. He forced a small, but pleasant smile, and glanced back at the other teenage detective.

“I was just wondering the same thing, actually. Did you forget your umbrella? I thought the Japanese were always careful to carry one. Some kind of silly superstition?”

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Early evening’s twilight haze had been interrupted by the rain and wind, covering the city in a dismal grey. As sudden as the storm had been, Hakuba hadn’t managed to get back to library where he’d intended to meet Baaya when finished with his work. This left him stranded on the deserted sidewalk with no umbrella, no further progress on the investigation, and squeaking shoes. Not that it mattered all too much; there was still time before the case reports were due, and the evidence would be much easier to come by after a good night’s rest. Resigned, the blond detective fancied that he deserved a well-earned cigarette while he waited for his governess, and strode ahead with that goal in mind. 

This new search brought him to the doorway of an abandoned building. It had once been a cafe, and while the windows had been boarded up, it still seemed dry enough. He pushed the creaky door open and stepped inside, out of the rain. But while he was grateful to be out of the weather, plenty of it had come with him. Sighing, he shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it over the back of one of the three-legged chairs near the entrance. Next came his tie, which he loosed and draped likewise. Once settled, he’d be able to call Baaya and give them time to drive while waiting. Not a bad spot, really. Next, he began to unbutton his shirt, starting from the top, only then taking an idle glance around. Fortunately, there was plenty enough light to see by, reflecting off of any metallic surface in the diner. This included the small, silver cross that the detective wore around his neck, which swung free as his shirt came undone.

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– — ♥ Her father announced that Kaito Kid have another manifesto again . So she and Kaito decided to go . But before they both see the appearance of Kaito Kid , Kaito vanished without saying a word. ” Mou~.” She said then she pouted . But luckily she saw another familiar face . It was Hakuba . So she decided to go with him .  “Oh . Hakuba-kun . ” She waved as she walked towards him . 

“Ah, Nakamori-san! What a pleasure to see you. Are you looking forward to this evening’s festivities? I see that Kuroba-san is no where to be found… Did he leave you alone and stranded again?”