"Yes, Obaa-san. Yes, the train will be arriving shortly. Goodbye."
Subaru set the phone back on the receiver. He glanced at his watch, and, seeing that he still had a few minutes before the train arrived at the platform, reached into the left breast pocket of his trench coat fore a smoke.
However, his cigarettes were not where they should have been. In fact, he quickly realized that they were not there at all. Letting out a small groan of dismay, he hit his head against the public phone.
Suddenly, his spine prickled and he noticed a hand reaching over his shoulder, holding out a box of Mild Sevens. Subaru whirled around to face none other than Seishirou Sakurazuka, grinning as usual. "What's the matter?" he said nonchalantly. Seeing the glare that Subaru was giving him, he added, "I would say that they aren't poisoned, but that really wouldn't be true, would it Subaru-ku—"
Without waiting for Seishirou to finish, Subaru sped off towards the platform right as his train arrived. When he got on board, he picked the most remote booth of the most vacant car to sit in. Much to his frustration, right as the train started moving, an all-too-familiar voice sounded in his ear from the seat behind him. "Subaru-kun! What a coincidence. Are you going to the main house? My stop's the one right before Kyoto. Why don't we sit together until—"
The air inside the otherwise empty cabin began to crackle as a star shape began to form in Subaru's hands. "Nuh-uh," chided the assassin behind him. "Kekkai are stationary. Trains move. So do people on the tr—"
Subaru cut him off again by darting off to the only truly solitary place on the train: the loo. He locked the door so that it displayed "occupied" on the other side. Unfortunately, that was a perfect clue for the Sakurazukamori as to which stall the onmyoji was in. No sooner did he sit on the closed toilet seat that he heard "Subaru-kuuun" resonating through the door.
"Subaru-kun," he repeated. "You aren't really planning to stay in the john the whole time, are you?"
Subaru grimaced in realization: he was trapped, with the only exit being straight into the clutches of the one person who he didn't want to see the most at the moment. He leaned his head to the side and also realized that the room seemed a whole lot smaller when you knew you were going to be stuck in there for more than forty-five minutes.
"We are sorry to inform you that due to unforeseen circumstances, arrivals at all stops will be delayed by half an hour. Thank you for your understanding."
"Suuubaru-kuuun."
It was going to be a long, long trip to Kyoto.