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For a second Sherlock was about to comment on the slight wince that Hakuba had made but decided against it. At this current time any emotion that was going through the young man’s mind was unimportant. Evidently he was as interested in solving this crime as Sherlock was so there was no need for either of them to get bogged down in conversations about their innermost thoughts. Upon the mention of the man being a detective too, Sherlock’s attention snapped back and his eyes settled gently on his face. “Oh, is that so? You’re a detective, eh? That would explain your meticulous note taking and keen eye for detail. It seems you are more interesting than I initially gave you credit for, Mr Hakuba. I cannot say I am not a little pleased to hear that. How I detest the ordinary people and their boring little lives. Being forced to interact with them is like watching a lethargic goldfish.” Sherlock frowned momentarily. “Perhaps you will be lucky and your presence here with me today will get you somewhere on your own investagation?”

 Taking a quick glance to check he was still heading toward the security building, Sherlock pulled his phone out of his pocket and quickly typed in the name the young detective had given him. If there was anything at all notable about his companion then he was sure it would be noted by someone on the internet. From his own experiences he was well aware that many details of a person’s life and reputation could be immortalized on a webpage in a far more immediate way than any newspaper was capable of.

“That’s certainly a possibility,” Hakuba said, head tilting as he followed along, regarding the man who walked, he thought, with an admirable determination. Oh, such praise from Sherlock! He could hardly contain the tint of color on his face ash e blushed. Not five minutes spent with him, and already he’d been elevated from the common rabble of people. Was this how John felt? He must, keeping such incredible company, even though the tone of his blog was, at times, a little sarcastic. 

He mulled these thoughts over in his mind pleasantly, almost missing the other detective’s actions until it was nearly too late. Was he-? Oh god no. "Ah, Mr. Holmes! There’s no need for that, really,“ he cried in weak protest, preemptively lifting a hand to cover his face in embarrassment. "Really, my own work is inconsequential and not at all as pressing as your culprit!”

But even typing ‘Sagu’ into a smart phone near London with the GPS activated brought up search suggestions, with full name, along with other helpful additions. ‘A Young Sherlock Holmes,’ ‘Up and Coming Detective,’ ‘Scotland Yard’s New Favorite?,’ ‘photoshoot,’ ‘austringer monthly,’ and so on.

The first link was to an article reviewing the teenager’s latest case, in which the following statement had been highlighted on the left under a candid photo of Hakuba, in deerstalker cap, at a crime scene:

“Really, the key difference between Hakuba and Holmes,” said Lestrade with a smile, “is that the former has an agreeable personality!" 

Oh dear. So much for that.