A Tale of Rifles and Silver Bullets

okiya-subaru:

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“I have no idea why she started poking around my things. She probably wanted to play detective, because I’d just given her some soup and she was telling me about a recent case of hers’ she was working on. I said nothing that would raise suspicions. She excused herself to go to the bathroom and I went immediately to check on my things. It’s unwise to allow someone of her curiosity and lack of prudence to wander about if they could stumble across something they shouldn’t have.”

He crept up behind Hakuba. “There are two people suspicious of me and they have their own reasons for being so. My younger sister, because my facial proportions are the same, even in disguise, and Ran-san. I think she recognizes my mannerisms unconsciously and she tagged me as a threat when we initially met.”

Quickly, he positioned himself so he could bite Hakuba’s neck and struck out, hoping to pin Hakuba with his arms and prevent him from squirming too much.

The story of the rifle’s discovery resulted in a very sour look from Hakuba; one of sympathy and disdain. He had known several who were nosy as such, and there was really very little that you could do to deter someone that determined. Kaitou KID himself came to mind, so he didn’t comment, just offered the expression. 

“A threat?” Hakuba then said regarding the next segue, brow raising. “You’re a sneaky bastard all right, but I’d chalk that up to your training and sense of self-preservation, not that you’re an actual danger… though I suppose that they don’t know all of tha- AaaCK!”

Ah, the strangled sound of a young detective’s incessant ramblings being cut short by the attack of a hungry vampire. Poor, unsuspecting Hakuba! Pinned and struggling to sort out what the bloody hell just happened, all while desperately attempting to keep his cup of tea from spilling. Truly, he was at his sensei’s mercy. 

A Tale of Rifles and Silver Bullets

okiya-subaru:

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“Well, it’s common knowledge that the Kudous aren’t currently here and it’s currently being taken care of by someone else. And, really, it would be downright dangerous to leave a weapon here with the house unoccupied, if someone broke in… The rifle was also in the guest room’s closet, which is an odd place for a weapon if it belonged to the owner of the place.”

Shuichi stood up and walked around. He needed for it to appear natural, that he wasn’t specifically going out of Hakuba’s line of sight. More that he was pacing.

“I am not sure, either, about how the others will take to you joining the fold, but you have potential, as dangerous as the situation is. The safe story is that Kudou is off on a difficult and tough case and allowed me to take care of his house. Edogawa is his young distant relative.”

For someone as paranoid and suspicious as Hakuba, he certainly didn’t seem to notice anything out of the ordinary as Shuichi began his rounds. Instead, he took another sip of tea and contemplated the story. It sounded reasonable enough, really, and fit with what everyone else had told him. This he had to admit, much to his internal annoyance, though he somehow managed to avoid rolling his eyes. 

“I’ll stick to that then, thank you…” Another sip. “What in heaven’s name was she doing in the guest room in the first place? I’m a little concerned that she was able to snoop around your things… Does she have no sense of propriety? Did she already suspect you? Or was it a situation where your hands were tied by societal conventions, I wonder?”

Another sip. Distracted by his line of questioning, Hakuba crossed one leg over the other and considered the details at hand. Detectives were so easy in that way. 

A Tale of Rifles and Silver Bullets

okiya-subaru:

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“Indeed it is. It’s refreshing.” He dropped in a few sugar cubes and stirred it about, then set the tea down in front of Hakuba. He then sat across from him, steepling his fingers.

“This is all related to the dominoes that just fell and I need you on the same page. As this identity, I pass cursory glances, but I cannot withstand greater scrutiny than that if someone starts poking around. I also have no gun license as ‘Subaru Okiya,’ as that would raise some suspicions about why an engineering student who has no history of interest in firearms had a firearm license.

"That amateur detective, Kita, poked around my room and found my rifle. Turns out that she checked the registry and saw that I wasn’t within it. I deleted the photos on her phone, but she would still know that something is off about me. I couldn’t tell her anything about why or anything that would absolve myself. She’s a security risk. Telling strangers she’s suspicious of about her cases that she’s in the middle of investigating? Accepting food from them?

"My point is, if the Black Organization had gotten a hold of her, they would make her talk very quickly. They made hardened thugs with a history of loathing snitches squeal. And, if I were arrested for illegal possession of a firearm, the police would find out very soon that I wasn’t who I said I was. There’s also a high-ranking Organization member lurking nearby who has close contact with the police and he would recognize me.”

He pulled off his glasses, then took off the wig and the cap underneath. Opening his eyes fully would have to wait, as they were red and he didn’t want to scare his prey. [He then mentally swatted himself. Hakuba may be a soon-to-be meal, but that was a rude thought, all in all.] “My name is Shuichi Akai. A pleasure to finally introduce myself to you.

“The reason why I’m explaining to you is because, the last time there was an incident where the Black Organization clashed with our side, our plan was slap-dashed and rushed. It nearly got the Kaitou KID killed and Shiho as well, because they were unaware of what was going on.”

After a quiet ‘thank you,’ Hakuba took the tea cup and briefly glanced over it before taking a sip, letting the flavor settle and permeate as he listened. He’d met Kita before, and had had similar (but less serious) concerns regarding her antics, but then, Subaru’s situation was much more dangerous. He lowered the cup, watching the other man carefully as he went over the bit regarding KID, then took another drink before setting the cup in his other hand, pensive.

“Even Kaitou KID, hm? I’m curious as to who all is on your side, but I won’t press for that information just yet, seeing as I’m so recent an acquisition…”  Though, really, the more he thought about it, the more obvious it seemed. He clearly had Kudou and his family in his hands, at the very least. 

“Ah, before moving forward, I do need to ask… and forgive me if this is a painfully obvious question that I should already know the answer to… but was it not possible to tell the girl that the firearm was not your own? Or, ah, is it not common enough knowledge that this is their residence? I’ll admit that I knew that this was the Kudou home, but I had no idea that anyone was actually staying here once Kudou-san became Edogawa-kun…”  

He frowned.

“I’ve been told not to investigate his case, and although I know that he’s now Edogawa-kun and that it was this ‘Black Organization’ that somehow caused it, I… must admit that I’m not certain where I should be sitting on the issue. Ah, that is to say, what is the safe story to have in mind, officially?”

A Tale of Rifles and Silver Bullets

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Wait, what? “…I thought you were aware of Kudou’s diminutive condition. Regardless, I do know Kudou, though I only first met him after he ended up going by the pseudonym ‘Conan.’ And I’ve met Yukiko. She comes over on occasion and stays here because she wishes to see old friends.” He filled the kettle with water and put it on the stove.

“Anyway, I keep up the property and watch over the area, as the Kudous are aware of the ‘crows’ and their threat. And the crows do have an official name. The Black Organization.

"The Black Organization is an organized crime ring that is much more dangerous and far reaching than what the phrase ‘organized crime ring’ entails. The higher ranking members are each named after alcoholic drinks.” He smirked slightly. “My codename was Rye. There are several people who infiltrated their ranks. I was one, along with another that I know of.

"You must understand this, as I have a rifle, a pistol, ammunition, and grenades that I keep here. As this identity, under my current pseudonym, I cannot pass a background check. My cover was blown not too long ago. Afterward, to maintain the other person’s cover, I had to feign my death at their hands.” Subaru took the kettle off the stove and poured a mug of water from it. He added tea leaves and stirred it about. “Anything in your tea?”

“Two sugars, please. Milk, too, if it’s Earl Grey… just sugar if not." 

The answer was automatic, and fortunately so, as Hakuba needed to buy himself some time to deal with the new information that was just given to him. Subaru Okiya had been a double agent in the Black Organization, which was the same criminal ring that Kaito had mentioned? The crows are the Black Organization. Dangerous. Alcoholic code names. Hm.

The detective tucked this information away as he worked through Okiya’s words again, and then a fourth time. Living under cover, presumed dead, weapons in the household. So much to take in, to profile and organize. Where to start? Hakuba pursed his lips, considering.

"Convenient to make the Kudou home your watch post, then… ah, it’s…really impressive, isn’t it?”

A Tale of Rifles and Silver Bullets

okiya-subaru:

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“Come along, then.” He headed back inside and said, “As you are aware of the circumstances surrounding Kudou, I’ll explain this now. I currently reside in the Kudou house, for the apartment I was living in burned down and he permitted me to stay here. I keep watch over the area for those crows we talked about in passing before.”

He headed to the kitchen and adjusted his glasses once. “Anyway, would you like something to eat or drink? This will be a long story, Hakuba-kun.” He still had the strong urge to bite into Hakuba’s neck and drink his blood, but this wasn’t quite the time. He needed to do so when Hakuba was sufficiently distracted.

The young detective followed along obediently, pace brisk and light. Once they were inside, he opened his mouth to inquire but quickly found it unnecessary. “Oh,” Hakuba said, blinking once as he came into the kitchen. “I was just about to ask, actually. So you know Kudou-san personally, then? And you live here?” The half-brit whistled, impressed, taking that moment to look around. “I’ve always wondered what it was like in here… Ah, how long have you been here? Have you met Kudou-san’s parents? Oh, I’ve read all of Kudou Yuusaku’s novels and-”

Hakuba cut himself off with a sheepish laugh, raising his free hand to rub the back of his neck. “Ah hah, my apologies. I’m getting ahead of myself. Some tea would be wonderful, yes, unless- ah, wait,” he glanced at his wrist watch. “It’s far too early to drink, isn’t it? Tea is more than sufficient.”

A Tale of Rifles and Silver Bullets

okiya-subaru:

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As he was now a vampire, he couldn’t venture outside for very long without being caused pain. He opened the side door leading from the house into the garage when he heard the car pull up. He opened the garage door and stepped out to Hakuba, shading his eyes. The little pricks of pain started up, but he’d be fine soon enough. “Hello, Hakuba-kun.”

“Subaru-san,” Hakuba said in return with a nod and a warm, if not somewhat nervous, smile. “It’s good to see you again. Thank you for inviting me, ah…”  He desperately wanted to ask about the house, where its owners were, how Okiya came to reside there, and so on, but… now was not the time, and certainly not the place.  "Well, I’ll save my questions for when we get inside. I’ll follow your lead? I’m here and eager to listen.“

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okiya-subaru:

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“It’s a western style house in the Beika district. 221 B.” He gave Hakuba the specifics of the street address. “Thank you, Hakuba-kun.”

Between the rifle business and the vampirism, it seemed as though things were going to get stranger yet. Regardless, he had a cold and calculating part of his mind that was grateful for such easy prey to be coming to him instead of him running about the city at night and risking exposure.

Naturally, he tried shaking that out of his mind. All the same, he knew he’d need to feed at some point, lest he turn feral and go out killing or die due to lack of sustenance.

Hakuba took the address down in his little black notebook, using the briefcase as a stable surface, then climbed into the car. “Of course. I’ll be there as soon as I can." 

He hung up the phone then took a look at the address again, frowning a moment. Wait… that address… 

The detective plugged it into his GPS and frowned at the results. That was definitely the Kudou residence. Why was Subaru-san there? Did this have something to do with Kudou-san? Hm. Concerned – and admittedly very a little excited – Hakuba took to the roads in haste to uncover the mysteries of his Sensei and Senpai. 

Fortunately, as his client had been in the Tokyo area already, it wasn’t more than twenty minutes (with traffic) before he arrived at the gate in front of the house that he’d driven past so many times before. He glanced at his notebook – yes, this was, indeed, the correct address. somehow – and pulled the car into the side drive, and putting the car into park. 

Taking his briefcase with him, the young detective let himself out of the car, attempting as best as he could to not appear too eager about the situation. Now, was he supposed to go around to the front of the house, or…? 

A Tale of Rifles and Silver Bullets

okiya-subaru:

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“Hello. I know this seems like an odd imposition, but I was wondering if you could come over, Hakuba-kun. There are some matters I wish to speak to you about. It appears a few certain dominoes have fallen that were never meant to be touched.”

Subaru was a bit on the nervous side, given the matter of his rifle. Sure, the evidence was eliminated by his hand, but it would be smartest to make sure Hakuba was on the same page as everyone else who knew. Unlike Haibara, he couldn’t predict Hakuba’s movements so easily. It was due to how little a time they’d known each other compared to his and the Miyano family’s history.

Even then, withholding knowledge from those who knew of portions of the situation ended poorly or resulted in just barely avoiding such results by the skin of their teeth. “I would ask you be prepared for a very long discussion.”

Hakuba raised a brow at the phone in his hand, but nodded, concern growing. “Ah, certainly, Subaru-san… I can come now, in fact. I just finished with another appointment, and have the rest of the day clear." 

The teenage detective approached his rental car with a light step, briefcase in the hand that wasn’t holding the phone to his ear, and set it on top of the (nice) commuter car while searching for the keys.

"What’s the address?”