"...and that is who the real culprit is. It was actually quite simple to figure out, though it is a common mistake, one that can be easily overlooked. Still, you now know who to go after, so I suggest doing so immediately. If my information is correct, the next time he'll be showing his face is around evening, sunset to be precise. He'll probably be around the pier, it shouldn't be so hard to catch him. Just stay out of sight, okay?"

"Y-Yes, sir!"

"Oh, and be careful, alright? He has been known to pull the defenseless card on others of the force before, so don't believe him when he begins to admit defeat too quickly. Keep your guard up and you should all be fine. That and follow my notes if needed. I've made sure to assign backup in case he tries to escape."

"Thank you for your assistance in this case, Detective Minaho." The officer bows, still shocked at how quickly he had figured everything out. (His men had been on the case for days and yet this young, eighteen year old, detective managed to solve it within a matter of hours.)

"Think nothing of it, I was only doing my job," he replies with a smile. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to return to headquarters."

There was no protest from the man, just another word of thanks before allowing the detective to step out of his office. The orange haired detective wore a smile on his face, one that was triumphant from solving this little mystery. It was an easy task to him. As long as he had the necessary puzzle pieces, a criminal's plans were laid out to him right before his very eyes. He had a reputation for being one of the best detectives in the region- there wasn't any case he was unable to solve, no criminal that could run from him.

As he walked out, nothing seemed to go unnoticed by his gaze. Those around him, everyday people, normal citizens, whatever they may be doing, he would already begin guessing what would come next. Most everyday activities were brushed off. If they were going to meet with someone, where they were going to next, if they were going to possibly start a fight once they had gotten home, he tried not to be too bothered with it. (It was a habit that had formed over the years, observing any and all who came into sight, quickly forming some sort of deduction.)

The man stretched as he walked, pulling down his sweater vest while eyeing a few people. He was always told that it was a bad habit of his to be too curious. It's not like he could help it, curiosity and the drive to figure people out seemed to run in the family.

It's good to be back! Kazuto mentally cheers once he steps foot into the familiar building which held a mixture of those on opposite sides of the law. Thankfully, those on the wrong side were usually locked up or kept under watch. There wasn't much they could do with so many officers in one place.

"Kazuto! There you are!" The detective stops in his tracks as he hears that voice. He doesn't need to guess who that is, only one person here calls him first name.

"Jinichirou?" The orange haired male glances over to the light lavender haired man who is quickly taking his side, a mess of papers in hand, as usual. "Missed me while I was gone?"

Jinichirou gives him a deadpan look. "I hope you're not asking that as a serious question..." He mumbles before shaking his head. "Why would I be missing you?"

"So, you did miss me?"

"Kazuto." His eyes narrow into a glare from behind his glasses and the detective raises his hands in defense.

"Sorry, sorry, what did you need me for?"

"You've got a new assignment. One that's a bit...well, how should I put this?" Jinichirou pauses as he adjusts his glasses, trying to think of how to phrase the news. "It's not going to be easy to solve this, or to be precise, to capture."

"Hm?" That had caught his attention. He was well aware that no one doubted his skills when it came to the capture of criminals. And he was certain his old friend didn't doubt his abilities either. If he didn't give the orders then working on the field was another thing he could do to ensure success. (And he did prefer the latter, though officers didn't.)

"You heard me," Jinichirou replied, remaining quiet about this until they had entered a quiet room, filled with papers, all scattered about. (Thankfully, there were some parts of the floor that hadn't been covered in paper. But, it still made the trek into the office difficult to avoid leaving a mark.) "You really do need to clean this mess up one day."

"It's not a mess," Kazuto replied as he made his way to his desk, pushing some papers aside before sitting upon it. (Everything was just in it's place, he would argue, but Jinichirou had heard that more than enough.) "Anyway, tell me more about this case. Why keep quiet about it out there?"

"There's no need to be quiet about it, really. I'm sure even you've heard of this guy." Jinichirou pauses to look through a folder before pulling out a paper and handing it over to Kazuto. "Hayabusa. The phantom thief. Apparently, the section in charge of his capture has finally had enough. They've admitted to needing help of someone with a reputation like yours. Although I don't see why they just need one person, they should just be more observant and not hire simpletons..." Jinichirou mutters, though stops himself from getting sidetracked and complaining about those out on the field. "Still, they believe you'll be able to catch him."

"A phantom thief, huh?" The detective muses as he looks over the files on this Hayabusa character. He certainly was different from the usual thieves he dealt with. "You know, I thought phantom thieves had all disappeared a few years ago."

"If they had, then we wouldn't have this one running around," Jinichirou replies, annoyed. "I doubt he's the only one making this comeback or whatever you wish to call it, but he's the one that has been getting the most attention."

"I see..." there's a pause as his eyes continue to skim over the information, "he does have a knack for pressing buttons. Although, I suppose that comes with the title. When someone blatantly tells you what they're going to do and you can't stop them, it's understandable that it'd get under your skin."

"Like when you over observe people?"

"I suppose that counts, but at least I'm not doing anything to really hurt them."

"Sure, you're not," he replied in a sarcastic tone, barely managing to not roll his eyes. "Anyway, are you up for the case? I didn't want to give an answer for you and I wasn't sure if you'd like to take this one on."

"I'll do it," Kazuto answers quickly. "I'll get in contact with Kita since this is his division."

"Very well, it's your choice," Jinichirou replied with a shrug, though not wanting to admit that he was surprised how willing he was to agree to this case. "He may end up coming by later. I think he wanted to speak with you in person whether you agreed or not."

"That's not a surprise, it's very like him," Kazuto said with a grin as he placed the folder on top of the stack he had pushed aside. "Are there any more files on Hayabusa or is this it?"

"I was only given that much, I believe there is more though." Jinichirou's eyes glanced to the clock on the wall for a moment. "But, if you need more information, you'll have to get it yourself. I don't have that much time to spare with you over this."

"I won't hold you back any longer," Kazuto replies before grinning. "You are dismissed." (He only adds that in since he knows it would make the other give him another deadpan expression.)

With a (slightly annoyed) nod, the analyst turns to walk out of this room, leaving Kazuto with this new case in his hands. He hops off his desk, going over to the chair behind it and plopping down. Again, he takes a look at the papers in the folder. His eyes glide over the words, even though he already knows what's written down. His sight pauses to the picture of Hayabusa, proudly standing on a rooftop, showing off the stolen treasure in hand.

He sets the file down placing them before a photograph of an older man, one with similar features to Kazuto. The detective moves the framed picture, making it face him and lets out a sigh.

"You once told me stories of a thief that seemed uncatchable, performing nearly impossible feats. I always believed you could catch them though..." Kazuto says in a quiet tone, a hand lightly brushing against the frame. "Guess it's my turn to give it a try now, huh, father?"