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A Tale of Rifles and Silver Bullets

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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?”

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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?”

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A Tale of Rifles and Silver Bullets

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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.”

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A Tale of Rifles and Silver Bullets

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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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A Tale of Rifles and Silver Bullets

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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…? 

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A Tale of Rifles and Silver Bullets

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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?”

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Lockdown Shuu and Stew || okiya-subaru

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“The missing East Wind is dealing with his own problems, I speak of a dilemma comparable in some ways. Though, if you can solve what is going on with him, I feel we’re on the same page enough that I can speak freely. As for KID, I care not about revealing his identity. He helped an old friend in a time of need and I saved him in return. He’s harmless and there are much more dangerous criminals out there to hunt down.”

Subaru steepled his fingers, a smirk on his face. So this kid, for all his brashness of talk, was attentive. It would be a double-edged sword. Hakuba’s acceptance of the idea of a tutor meant he wasn’t too stubborn or proud, though. That would help in the long run, even if he wasn’t quite at Kudou’s or his level of deductive prowess yet. Whether or not he would help with the hunt was another question and it was dangerous to get yet more people involved.

"What sort of serial killer assassins are you hunting, if you don’t mind my asking? That seems vague at best. Could be Yakuza, could be another group…”

“Ah, good. I’ll take KID’s secret with me to the grave if I must, you understand. Certainly, he’s not priority at this juncture… out of my jurisdiction, almost…” Hakuba sighed at that, but turned his attention back to the matter at hand, taking another bite of stew.

“At any rate… the serial killers, well… I’m certain that one or two are associated with the same group of ‘crows’ that I have been hearing rumors about, but for the most part, they seem to be independent. And likely related to said East Wind’s… little problem.”

The foreign detective sighed, then, glancing up and over to Subaru with a sort of pouting frown. “I do have to confess, though, that that tidbit of information was given to me on a silver platter; I did not deduce it on my own and, thus, feel as though it disqualifies me at least somewhat. If I’m to be honest.”

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okiya-subaru:

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“Stop fighting, you two.” Unfortunately, he was still a shrimp, so he couldn’t intervene if things got out of hand.

“We weren’t fighting! And it was supposed to be balanced; both the good and the bad. Did anyone actually read my soapbox? I’m beginning to feel like I write essays and articles for an empty audience. I don’t write these detailed reports for my health, you know!”

“Fine, fine; I will spare some time this evening to write a piece on Hattori’s merits. All glowing positives. Perhaps that sooth the savage beast  talented Osakan detective.”

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Lockdown Shuu and Stew || okiya-subaru

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“Indeed we are.” Subaru set down his bowl and took his glass of scotch. “Let me put it like this. There is something painfully obvious hidden in plain sight in this room. If you figure it out, I’ll explain at least some of what I know.”

He took a sip of the scotch. Now this was Subaru being a prat, if he were to be honest. It was a test of basic observation, whether or not you could tell if the guy in front of you wore a wig (which tended to have a slightly unnatural sheen to the strands of hair) or whose glasses were not functional (because there were no distortions in the slightest when looking through them).

There was a pause as Hakuba tilted his head, brows knitting over a sort of silly grin, then he laughed. “Well, I wasn’t going to point it out on the bases of professional courtesy, but if you’d like to go there, certainly. You’re clearly not an engineer, Subaru-san. More like Holmes pretending to be one. Easily passable for most, but…” The detective sighed and shook his head, taking his glass of scotch to sip before continuing.

“You’re far too easy to talk to. Your ability to multi-task while conversing is exceptional- definitely not enough tunnel vision. And,” he took that moment to take a taste of the stew, mulling it over for a moment before laughing again. “You’re far too good a cook. Not to mention… well.” The wig, the glasses, the ticks associated with the former. But, now that an amount of faith had been extended, Hakuba felt comfortable giving some in return. 

“My guesses were going to be the missing East Wind and Kaitou Kid but… I really don’t know what your focus is, precisely. For all I know, it could be one of the many serial killer assassins that I’ve been tracking – though most of them are not so noble… Certainly not to be compared to Holmes." 

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Lockdown Shuu and Stew || okiya-subaru

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“I’m flexible, as long as it isn’t milk or some of the watered-down beers I’ve had the misfortune of tasting.” Subaru took a mouthful of stew. The car ride didn’t do anything serious to the taste, with that span of time of lack of constant heat, luckily.

“Oh, same old, same old. Going to class. Working on papers. Wondering when on earth you and another solve a little enigma.” And omitting how he’s been watching the neighborhood for any possible signs of Black Organization action. “Anyway, there are many types of organized crime. Drug rings tend to be less sophisticated and easier to tackle in some regards.”

To the wet bar Hakuba went, reaching into the small fridge underneath to retrieve sealed and chilled bottles of water, two glasses, ice, and the bottle of scotch from the cupboard. “Yes, yes on the drug rings, and, ah… hm.”

The detective sighed, setting the assorted items on a tray, then carried it back to the table. “The little enigma, hm? It’s a tricky one, I’ll give you that… mostly from the overwhelming list of possibilities. Who has a potentially deadly secret to hide? Who’s in disguise as they go to face their death?”

He opened the bottle of scotch and poured one for Okiya, then for himself, then got himself a bowl of the stew.

“And where, I wonder, does our information line up enough that it’s safe for me to share? I know you can’t disclose yours, and I don’t feel comfortable disclosing mine… though, at least this room is safe to discuss things in. Complicated impasse. What to do?”