Sorry, this is most definitely not canon, but I kind of wish it was. More behind the scenes stuff. Hope you enjoy. This mentions episodes 685.
It has been several weeks since the kidnapping incident. Nothing notable has happened. I have kept an extra close eye on Haibara, without her knowing of course, and Conan seems to be holding his own against Bourbon, even though he doesn't quite know it yet. It is all right; I trust him to handle the situation. I have refrained from hanging around him as well, just in case.
It was actually the day after one of the first mysteries I had with the Boya and Haibara together in a while. It was completely accidental, and of course Conan's affinity for murders just seemed to kick in. While he went off to deal with the case, I was stuck with Haibara.
Progress has definitely been made between us. Apparently trying my hardest to save Conan's life was the right move, because now she regards me with a snarky attitude, and a curiosity instead of fear, which I definitely prefer. She almost discovered my identity; good thing I am a light sleeper. I had just been taking a short nap, and suddenly I realize she is in the car, unraveling my scarf. I grabbed out instinctively and played it off, but I know she at least has her doubts about me. I can't let her know though; if she knows I am Moroboshi Dai…that wouldn't be good. Better keep her in the dark for a while.
As far as the mystery with discovering Edogawa Conan's true identity went, I was struggling in that department. It was hard to find concrete evidence and not just theories. I had finally ventured into Kudo Shinichi's room in a fit of curiosity and a need for a lead of some kind. I found a barren room, with a couple of J-league posters, a soccer ball, a few Sherlock Holmes books, and a bed that hadn't been slept in for months. I found one interesting thing; all of Kudo Shinichi's children's clothes had disappeared from a box deep in his closet, labeled probably by Yukiko-san as 'Shin-chan's children clothes'. That could easily be excused though, that Yukiko-san donated them or had done something else with them. At this rate I was never going to find out if the two were on in the same.
It was almost noon when the doorbell rang. I freeze in the bathroom, where I was applying my mask and putting on the choker. Who could that be? It was Friday, but Yukiko-san doesn't come until later this afternoon. I hurriedly put on the finishing touches, double check it's on correctly, before I walk carefully toward the door. Organization? Well if it is, they are just going to be facing Okiya and not Akai. I can't afford for them to investigate this area. Hopefully it is those Detective Boys, or the mailman.
I crack open the door about a foot to expose a man. I blink as I take in his appearance. He has a moustache, and blue eyes that twinkled with knowledge, and was carrying a briefcase. Dark hair combed down, glasses that looked identical to the ones Conan usually wore, and he is about my height and build. He doesn't have that Black Organization vibe, but that didn't mean anything. Right, Okiya. I plastered on a pleasant smile.
"Ah yes, may I help you?"
The man returned the smile, and I seemed to have a minor flash of déjà vu.
"May I come in?"
Behind the door, my grip tightened on the knob. A strange man coming into the house and possibly investigating me? I was not exactly ok with the idea, but Okiya was more polite then Akai. He must have noticed my discomfort; even though I was pretty sure I hid it because his eyes softened fractionally.
"My apologies, I should probably introduce myself. I am Yusaku, Kudo Yusaku."
The man of the house? What is he doing here? I guess it would be kind of rude for the guest to refuse entry for the owner of the house. I opened the door farther, gesturing.
"Ah yes, please come in."
He stepped through the door, and I don't miss how his eyes dart around the foyer. This is really unexpected. Of the Kudo family I had only officially met Yukiko, and of course Conan but that's only a theory. What have I done to gain attention of the famous author?
"Thank you for letting me stay here Kudo-san."
I don't exactly know what I am supposed to say to this man. He glances back at me, and again I sense déjà vu as his blue eyes spark. That is the same look the Boya wears; it is so similar it is uncanny.
"You're welcome, although, you are paying for staying here so I don't particularly mind."
I wasn't giving him money? What could he mean? Did he mean by protecting Haibara and Conan? His eyes rove over me and he smirks slightly.
"I see my wife did a number on you. It looks believable."
I swallow thickly. He must already know it is a disguise, but still the fact that he can see straight through it disturbs me a little.
"Did Yukiko-san tell you about me?"
He blinked before he shed his shoes easily.
"No, but I have seen enough of my wife's work to recognize it."
That was even more unnerving. He saw through it even though he didn't know she worked on me? No he had to know before hand, otherwise the fact his wife disappeared ever Friday would be suspicious. From reading several of his books, I can tell that he is quite the detective himself though so maybe he did just see through me. Thank goodness he isn't hostile. I might as well be hospitable. I step toward the kitchen.
"I was just making coffee Kudo-san, would you like some?"
Yusaku stepped down the hallway.
"Sure, thank you."
I quickly set out the cups and cream and sugar, pouring the steamy drink in two mugs. I carry both of them up to the study. I could tell the desk that I frequently sat at reading was his main base of operations. I walked in to find him sitting at the desk as if he never left, looking through some papers that must have been in the briefcase he had been carrying.
"So Kudo-san, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"
I decided to break the ice first, setting the coffee on the desk. Yusaku gave me a look as he picked up and drank the coffee straight black.
"Do you like this library?"
Dodging the question I see, but I am sure he will tell me his reasons soon enough. His question is a no brainer to answer. This library was one of the greatest collections of the mystery genre I have ever seen.
"Yes sir, this one has great variety. I have made myself quite busy trying to read them all."
He smiled fondly as he fingered the spine of the book I had been reading last night, one of his own Night Baron series.
"Yes, my son and I have gotten a lot of enjoyment out of this collection over the years. He used to force me to read him stuff way beyond his comprehension when he was barely three years old. He knew then he wanted to be a detective. Sherlock Holmes was his favorite."
I had a sudden image of the man, in the comfy chair behind the desk, with Conan in his lap, focusing on the pages intently with that quiet focus of his. The picture was a wholesome one. I also remembered on that rooftop, when I asked him about Sherlock Holmes, and his eyes had lit up like stars. How interesting that the usually serious and calm Conan could have a passion that could work him up with excitement. Maybe I could get him a book for a present later, although with this library I will have to search far and wide for one that the Kudos didn't have. Yusaku held up the papers.
"Yukiko said you liked mysteries. I am working on a screenplay for a movie. Would you like to read it? I haven't written the solution to it yet, so you can exercise your mind a little bit. "
I perked up. A mystery written by Yusaku Kudo himself? I had read a good portion of his novels, and the mysteries were all excellent. Most of the time I had figured out the culprit, but it had definitely been challenging. He held out the papers and I hesitantly took them.
"Yes, thank you."
He smiled at me as I slowly looked down at the first page. Immediately there was a hook, and I ignored everything else as I slowly leaned against the desk, totally engrossed in the writing. I vaguely remember a low chuckle, but other than that I immersed into the story, sipping my coffee easily.
I read every word carefully, trying to not miss any evidence. It was one of those mysteries that if you didn't pay attention to every detail, then you would miss something crucial. It was enjoyable, peaceful, sitting in that library drinking my coffee and participating in a mystery that didn't result in a casualty. The mystery itself was action packed, with car chases and gun fights, and the main conflict was trying to find out the mastermind behind the whole slew of crimes throughout the movie.
It was about an hour later when I finished reading what had been written, right up until the main character, an investigator, was about to point out the culprit. I set down the papers and unconsciously bring up my hand up to my chin. Damn, this is a tough one. Just think, something has to stick out. There is a false trail leading to one shop owner, but he doesn't have the resources to pull off such big crimes, but the CEO of the company has the resources but an alibi. Hmm, I leaf through the papers, searching for…there.
"The Secretary is the mastermind."
I glance over to see Yusaku lounging in his chair with a Sherlock Holmes novel in his hands that he was reading. He raised an eyebrow, as if asking for clarification.
"She is actually related to the mafia right? She used the funds from the office to frame the CEO, as he was the one who pushed her father, the previous mafia boss, into debt. She covered her tracks really well, however the fact that her alibi is with her 'friends' that are actually mafia members, and she had training in pyrotechnics with the fireworks company as a part time job so the bombs could be set up, and that her name is an anagram to the previous mafia boss."
There were several other suspects with clues against them, but she is the one with the most evidence. In fact, this case sounded kind of familiar. Yusaku just smiled at me.
"Ah, so you are quite the detective as I have heard. Yes, that is correct."
I cracked open an eye fully to study him.
"That story…did you hear it from your wife?"
It was a case I myself had been a part of. Sure a lot of it was dramatized because it was to be a movie after all, however this case had been one I had solved and had told Yukiko-san about. He set down his book lightly on the desk.
"Yes, Yukiko-san told me about your exploits. Don't worry, I used a case that has been solved, and has no connection to the organization you are seeking. I take inspiration from my surroundings and I thought your stories were intriguing. There is a disclaimer at the beginning of the movie that will say that all characters are made up and not based on real people, but I was going to call it 'The Scarlet Investigator'. I hope you don't mind."
One of my cases that I had solved in America back when I was a young rookie agent was going to be turned into a movie? I couldn't tell if I was excited at the prospect or terrified. What if they found out? No, even if they did possibly see the connection they wouldn't infer that Okiya and Akai was the same. It would be far-fetched at best.
"No, I don't mind. It is very flattering that you would think my life is interesting enough to write about. Although, how did you know my real name?"
Yusaku smiled pleasantly.
"I have many connections to law enforcements across the world. It wasn't hard to cross reference an FBI agent that was supposedly killed in Japan. I think your life is very interesting and I am sure others would as well. They are already filming, and it won't be long before it is previewed."
His face became serious.
"However, I can cancel it if you don't want it to happen. I understand."
I shook my head, smiling sheepishly, in true Okiya fashion.
"Not at all. I think it is a great idea."
Right Okiya wouldn't care, just act embarrassed about it. Akai is the one who would be paranoid about the leaking of such information. It's so difficult to decide how which part of me should react to what, and to betray my real self by doing something totally different, like I am having an identity crisis. Yusaku regarded me carefully, before he sighed.
"You can act as yourself here. It must be hard to act like another person all the time. Under this roof, you may act how you like."
I relaxed and finally opened my eyes fully. Not that I don't trust him, but ever since I became Okiya, I have gotten used to my disguise and didn't feel comfortable showing Akai to just anyone. I almost felt like I was losing myself, but it was nice to just be me for a change, considering there were only three other people that knew that Okiya and Akai were the same person.
"You are an amazing writer Kudo-san. That will surely get an award. I would say that it is dangerous leaking case information like that out, however it is changed a lot from the original case so I don't think it will matter."
He nodded slightly.
"Thank you. I had thought of that when I wrote it."
Wait, he had mentioned the organization didn't he? Did he possibly know more than Yukiko-san? I wouldn't doubt it. He is a sharp one.
"What do you know about them Kudo-san?"
Yusaku steepled his fingers.
"Not much. I only know what Conan-kun has told us, which is basically nothing. He made it quite clear that he wanted to solve this one on his own, and I feel like he needed to do this to grow."
His eyes seemed to take on a sharper edge.
"What do you think of Conan-kun by the way?"
I pull up a chair to sit across from him.
"He is highly intelligent, and a pleasure to work with. He has managed to pleasantly surprise me on multiple occasions. I wish I could recruit him for the FBI."
He seemed to deflate a little, with relief it looks like.
"The FBI has an eye on him?"
I nod.
"Yes, he has helped us multiple times. They would do anything to keep him safe, and they aren't the only ones. If someone tried to harm him, the world would move to help him."
I know Jodie and James especially, but I am also in that category. There was proof in my statement in the kidnapping case. There had been three cars chasing one seven year old boy fighting to get him back. I know that almost all of the police, especially division one, was highly protective of their little mascot. No, whoever messed with the Boya would have hell to pay that was for sure. Yusaku sighed.
"That's good. He can be a handful sometimes."
Ah right. Technically speaking, if this is Boya's father maybe I can get some information about him.
"Kudo-san, have you seen your son recently?"
The smirk widened a fraction.
"Yes, I have."
I narrowed my eyes slightly. Will he also refuse my questions? Probably, but it won't hurt to ask.
"Has he changed in the past months?"
Yusaku took a sip of his coffee, looking casual, but I can see through him. He is watching me very carefully, gauging me.
"How so?"
I blinked. I couldn't exactly come out and say it, could I? He would clam up like the rest of them.
"Just in general. Does anything seem different about him?"
Yusaku sighed and leaned forward. I stiffen at the look. It was like I was looking at Conan, only about thirty years older. It was too similar for them to just be 'distant relatives'.
"Something must have prompted this. Have you seen my son?"
I answered carefully, watching his face for any changes.
"I believe so; however I am working on evidence at the moment."
He knows what I am referring to. I don't need to spell it out for a genius like him. For a moment we both stared at each other. He was the one who broke the silence first.
"Does he know? That you are investigating him?"
I stiffened. That wasn't an admission, but it was pretty close.
"No. I find he is evasive when he wants to be, and I won't do anything until I get absolute proof."
He smiled.
"Yes, Shinichi is like that. He is all about pursuing the truth, unless of course it is turned on him. I think it is his way of protecting himself."
Yusaku took the movie script where I had laid it and eased it back into the briefcase.
"I came here for three reasons, to answer your previous question. The first was to meet the man that has charmed my wife and was the inspiration for the character that I had written. I am glad that I captured your personality well and kept it true to life."
My eyes widened. Charmed Yukiko-san? What had that woman been telling her husband about me? That's the last thing I need is for him to kick me out of the house under the assumption I was fooling around with her.
"Kudo-san, I have not done anything with her I promise."
He chuckled.
"No, I know Yukiko would never cheat on me. She does think a great deal of you though."
His smile softened.
"Conan-kun as well. I can see why he puts a lot of faith in you and has done so much to keep you alive. He doesn't have a lot of allies in his investigation, and it makes me glad that he has found one as reliable as you. That was the second reason, to test your deductive ability, to see if what Conan-kun has said about you is true."
He sighed as he looked at me.
"I believe Yukiko has already asked you to keep an eye on him, and I would like to add my request to hers. He is still very inexperienced in the ways of the world, still learning about what being a detective is about. He needs someone experienced like you to keep an eye on him. I hope that is all right."
This wasn't Kudo Yusaku asking me to look after Edogawa Conan. This was a father concerned about his son. That made all the difference. I shook my head.
"No, I understand. I consider him a reliable ally as well. I will try to keep him out of trouble, but that is proving to be an impossible task. Trouble just seems to find him."
Yusaku grinned.
"Indeed. Although that is also a way for him to grow."
Suddenly we both hear the sound of the front door opening.
"Subaru-kun! Are you here?"
Ah, Yukiko-san was here.
"In the study Yukiko-san."
I call out. Yusaku sighed.
"It seems our chat has been cut short. However, regarding you investigating my son, I have a piece of advice."
I perked up. Was he going to just tell me? No just advice, but I will take anything at this point.
"He is young, and will make mistakes. As long as you stay observant, which you are naturally, you will find that evidence you wish for. I wish you luck."
I nodded silently. Yes, that is the best course of action. I heard the door open to the library and a soft gasp.
"Yu-chan, what are you doing here? I was concerned when I woke up and you weren't there this morning."
The woman leapt forward into her husband's arms, and he twirled her around with a soft smile.
"Can I not visit my own house?"
Yukiko beamed at me.
"Darling this is Subaru-kun that I told you about. Isn't he just a dear?"
I smiled fondly. Both of these people…they are amazing, both in many different ways. I can see the Boya was influenced by both of them, and I can see both in him. He got his deductive abilities, observation, and cool demeanor from his father, yet he got his daring recklessness, confidence, and air for theatrics from his mother. It was interesting to see the combination that had cultivated into such a fascinating young man, which was as much a threat to the Organization as I was.
Yukiko planted a loving kiss on Yusaku's cheek.
"I will go ahead and fix supper."
She glanced toward me.
"Would you like to help, or would you like to stay here with Yu-chan?"
I sighed. I can always improve in the mystery department, but my cooking one needs even more work. Yusaku informed helpfully.
"I have to finish this script anyway. You go help Yukiko."
She took my hand and dragged me off to the kitchen, ordering me to take off my disguise. I took a deep breath as I gently removed the mask. This was my favorite part of the week; being myself.
"Are you ok cutting up the vegetables? I will get the chicken ready."
I quickly find a knife and twirl it between my fingers as I pull some vegetables out of the fridge. I chopped mechanically as Yukiko hummed as she flitted around the kitchen, managing to do several things at once.
"So Subaru-kun, you ready for your quiz of the week?"
I glance over at her. Every week, during our cooking sessions, she would ask me questions about disguising techniques and how to make my own disguise. I had gotten pretty good over the past couple of weeks, and had almost memorized which mixtures needed to get the right shade of skin and hair if I wanted to dye it. I also knew the order of which cosmetic goes on first. I felt like I was slowly losing my masculinity, but maybe I can give Masumi some pointers next time I see her; that tomboy definitely needed it.
"Sure Yukiko-san."
The quizzes she gave were difficult, but it was important that I learned this stuff. She couldn't keep coming every week forever; I needed to be independent in this area eventually, and by the progression I had made, that time was coming soon.
"Have you been practicing?"
I nodded dutifully, like a student doing homework for their teacher. I had been practicing on myself when she wasn't here, when I wasn't practicing cooking, reading, or keeping the Detective Boys out of trouble. She nodded in an approving way.
"Good, you can show me after dinner tonight. You may keep your disguise off until then."
Her eyes glowed as she grinned at me.
"So what all has happened recently? What has Conan-kun been up to?"
I swallowed hard. Should I tell her that her son was in a kidnapping case recently? Probably not. I would not want to incur the wrath of one Kudo Yukiko. I decided to tell her about the non-dangerous ones, murders where he led the police around. I left out the department store, but I informed her all about the Boya and his friends. Her back was to me, so I couldn't monitor her facial expressions, but I know that she had that nostalgic melancholy hidden behind a thin smile on, just by the way she moves. When she turns around, wiping her hands on her apron, the look is gone, replaced by her usual twinkling eyes.
"That's wonderful."
She took the vegetables that I had chopped and slid them into the pot of stew on the stove.
"Now then, come show me what you have been practicing."
The rest of the afternoon was spent in the living room surrounded by cosmetics. She clapped her hands gleefully when I got the makeup right, and proceeded to give me further tips to improve my technique.
"You have done so well Subaru-kun. I will teach you how to dye your hair next week."
I subconsciously ran my fingers through my hair. If I needed to be Akai again I couldn't just undye my hair. It was more problematic for me to be strawberry blond, not to mention it would take forever to style it in the mornings. No, I would rather just wear a wig most of the time.
"Actually Yukiko-san, I don't mind the wig as much as the mask. Would it be ok if I just kept the wig, but started using makeup instead of a mask?"
Yukiko blinked before beaming at me.
"Yes, I don't mind. However, if that is the case, I need to teach you to use makeup to cover the hairnet better."
She frowned at the mountain of makeup on the table.
"Oh my gosh we are almost out of foundation and concealer! I will be right back. I am going to head to the store. Keep Yu-chan company."
She grabbed a pair of sunglasses and a hat with a wide brim and whisked out of the door. Yeah, not suspicious at all. I trudge back into the library to see Yusaku putting the papers back into the briefcase.
"All done Kudo-san?"
He looked up at me and snapped the briefcase shut.
"Yes, just finished."
He pushed up his glasses on his nose. I sit across from him.
"Kudo-san, can you tell me about your son?"
I feel like I don't know very much about Conan, Shinichi, whoever he is, at all. He hides things from everyone. I doubt he tells Agasa Hakase, Haibara, and even me everything. He is such an enigma that I feel like if I got more information on him, I could figure out his identity quicker. He gave me an amused look.
"Sorry, you are asking the wrong parent. Yukiko would love to tell you about Shinichi."
I smirk faintly.
"I have a feeling Yukiko-san is a mother that might over exaggerate a bit. I need facts, not opinions from a gushing mother."
Yusaku chuckled as he settled back in his chair.
"Yes, I agree with that sentiment. What all do you want to know?"
I pause. What did I want to know? Yusaku sighed.
"I can tell you what I taught him if you like."
I tilted my head. What did that mean? So the man had taught him more than just deductive prowess.
"What do you mean? Did you teach him anything special?"
He smiled disarmingly.
"Well, the month before Shinichi went to high school, during summer break, I took him to Hawaii for a father son vacation. There I told Shinichi that if he wanted to become a detective, there were other valuable skills he needed to learn besides just figuring out a criminal. He needed to be prepared for any sort of situation so I asked him what skills he would like to learn on our little retreat. He gave me some very useful answers."
This was very new information.
"Like what?"
Yusaku straightened his glasses and smiled.
"I taught him how to shoot a gun and he is a good shot too. Also I taught him how to pilot a plane, a helicopter, and drive a boat. He also asked me to teach him how to diffuse bombs. He learned driving a car mostly from his mother, but we had to leave him before he could master it. He wanted to learn these things in case something big were to happen around him and there was no time for police. As far as I know, he has used this knowledge multiple times. He is also highly proficient in soccer, but he never went pro because he only used it as a way to stay in shape to catch criminals."
Holy crap seriously? That made the Boya even more terrifying then I originally thought. Nevermind the Conan thing; this was a high schooler doing full-fledged FBI agent, PSB agent, or any national agency activities. He really was like a mini agent. And now he is seven, doing the exact same things. I can totally imagine him diffusing a bomb, or crash landing a plane. Jesus. Although, I should also be concerned about the teacher. Did Yusaku ever have to do those things?
"Did you ever use that knowledge Kudo-san?"
Yusaku smiled wryly.
"Yes, I have. That's why I thought it prudent to teach him. It is better to be prepared for something that won't happen, then to flail around in a time of need. Besides, even when he was younger he had a knack for attracting unnecessary danger."
I sighed.
"Yes, that is the joys of being on the right side of the law. You can prevent a lot of injuries and deaths because you are more prepared for dangers then the average person."
It was one of the reasons why I wanted to become an agent of the FBI. Yusaku smiled at me.
"Yes, I believe that is why Shinichi wanted to be a detective in the first place, although my occupation at the time had some influence on him. He truly cares about people, whether they be criminal or victim."
Ah yes I had seen that side of him as well. During his deductions in utterly trapping his victims, he always makes them confess, and to lead a life in prison. They come clean, always feeling guilty about their crimes, and more often than not dissolve into tears of regret instead of anger. I don't doubt that he would risk his life for a criminal either. That's just the way he is.
"Are you two talking again?"
I look up to see Yukiko glide into the room.
"Dinner is almost ready you two. Why don't you come eat?"
"Sure thing Yukiko-san."
I stand up. Yusaku makes to do the same when he pauses, his eyes seeming to catch something I did not. He smirks in amusement and mutters.
"How careless."
I narrow my eyes. What did that mean?
"Kudo-san?"
His eyes dart back to me.
"Oh it's nothing. We probably shouldn't keep Yukiko waiting. The woman is rather impatient."
No, something happened that I was not aware of. It completely sailed over my head. Ah well I can investigate later when the owners leave.
We had a lovely dinner together. We had stimulating conversations, and I felt completely at ease with both of them equally. It was so refreshing to see true love that was Yukiko and Yusaku's marriage. They teased each other, yet stared at each other with such endearment it was hard to miss. They truly cared for each other, and it was nice to see instead of the death and broken relationships that led to most of the crimes I usually saw. Nice to see humanity wasn't completely gone.
After dinner, Yukiko reattached my disguise. She had gotten so much practice it didn't take nearly as long as it used to now, and within an hour Okiya Subaru was escorting both Kudos out the door with a smile and wave.
"It was nice to see you again Subaru-kun. I will be back next week."
I nodded courteously.
"Of course. You are welcome back anytime. This is your house after all."
Yusaku shook my hands.
"It was a pleasure Okiya-kun. I hope we can get together and talk more about cases from now on."
I agreed. The man was a breath of fresh air, almost as much as his son was.
"Of course Kudo-san. Anytime you want to come discuss things, I will be here."
His eyes glinted sharply.
"Good luck in your investigation."
I nodded enthusiastically. I had not received definite proof of the Boya being Kudo Shinichi, but I was now about ninety five percent sure that they were one in the same. If anything, Yusaku had only made me want to redouble my efforts. They both waved, and Yukiko was the one that drove off down the street, with skills that would put Camel to shame.
I stepped back inside and shut the door softly with a sigh. That was almost exhausting. It was already late at night, almost eleven. I decide it was time to go to bed. I walked past the library and paused, glancing inside. I guess I can check out what Yusaku thought was so interesting.
I turn on the lamp on the desk and sit in the chair. He was looking off to the left, near the bottom of the bookshelf right? Wait, what is that?
I knelt by the bookshelf, drawing my finger down the spine of two books in particular. Arthur Conan Doyle, and Edogawa Ranpo were sitting right next to each other in a way that from left to right it read Edogawa Conan. What had Yusaku said? How careless. Was this left here on purpose? By who? Or rather, who forgot to move it? My eyes widened in realization.
This is where 'Edogawa Conan' was born.
I could imagine it now. The Boya, cornered and searching for inspiration for a new identity and glancing over to see the words of the books he had read his whole life and picking them without a second thought. I huffed in amusement as I relocated the Sherlock Holmes book. I had been living here for a few months and had never noticed. Ah well, I destroyed any evidence that might lead to others coming to the same conclusion that I did.
Still not complete evidence though. Ah well. only time will tell. Watch out Boya. I will discover your secret soon enough. Count on it.