Finally, the last chapter of this arc. I don't think I have ever thanked everyone who reviews, follows, favorites and everything. Thank you so much, because you inspire me to write more chapters quicker.
I drive around for almost an hour, making sure that no one was following me. I couldn't take the chance that the organization saw me, and I don't want to put this boy's associates in danger. After parking the motor bike in the department store parking garage, I walked the rest of the way since it was relatively close. I traded my helmet for a regular hat, pull up my collar, and I covered up the blood stain on my shirt with my jacket.
I felt extra paranoid. Every person, every car, every shadow, harbored the organization's eyes and ears. I felt naked, out here as myself. I was certain a bullet with my name on it would come spiraling out of the darkness any second. The sooner I get a disguise the better.
Finally I was standing outside the mansion, in front of the gate. I glance over to the right. That is most definitely the house that Sh-Haibara currently lives in. So this one is the house? It was rather impressive, although who could possibly live here. I squint at the name plate. 2-21, and this is Beika Street. Wait I look at the nameplate again. Kudo? Where had I heard that name before? Ah, the absent high school detective that Jodie mentioned, that was best friends with Mouri Ran. Was this his house? How was the boy connected to him?
I grimaced slightly. I still felt wrong on so many levels in including what looks like civilians into this mess, even detectives. It was almost 8:30 at night, and the only indication that this was the right place, was that there was a singular light on. What if this was the wrong place and I just interrupt this random family's evening? I sigh. This is ridiculous.
I try the gate and find it unlocked. Good, even though I see a doorbell by the front entrance, I decide to go try and knock instead. I slowly creep up to the front of the house, pausing on the front step, right in front of the door. I raise my hand to knock, yet I still hesitate. Come on Akai, for this to work you have to trust the boy. For goodness sakes, I just almost died an hour ago, put my life in this boy's hands, and this is what I have trust issues with? I can face down Gin no problem, but a front door is scaring me right now. I steel my nerves and knock softly on the door.
There was several seconds of silence from within the house. I gulp. Oh gosh this is the wrong place. Maybe I still have some time to retreat. Then I hear the sound of a lock unlocking and the door opened.
I don't know what exactly I was expecting, maybe a high school boy, or maybe a seasoned police officer, or anyone else, but I definitely wasn't expecting to see a beautiful woman that looked in her late thirties, not a single hair out of place, and giving me a million watt smile.
"Oh, you are here. Come in dear."
I blink in surprise as I slowly step into the foyer. Um, I had to admit she caught me a little bit off guard. This was the associate he spoke of? She beamed at me.
"Why don't you go take a shower dear, wash off all that fake blood hmm?"
She ran her hands over my shoulders and sides causing me to stiffen slightly at the invasion of personal space.
"You are about the same size of my husband. I will bring you some clothes later. I was just cooking some supper for us. I hope you are hungry."
I swallow quickly.
"Um, Ma'am?"
She blinked several times in surprise before she giggled like a school girl.
"Ah, my apologies, I didn't introduce myself. My name is Kudo Yukiko. You might have heard of me; I used to be a pretty famous actress here in Japan."
She said the last part quite smugly. Ah, so the lady of this house, and an actress. That explained the overwhelmingly bubbly personality. If she really was a Kudo though.
"Are you related to Kudo Shinichi by any chance?"
The woman grinned proudly.
"Oh, you have heard of him? He is my son."
So this is the detective's house.
"Do you know where he is now?"
Maybe I could get some inside scoop on to where the detective had disappeared to. If anyone knew where he was it had to be his parent right? She still smiled, however her eyes held a slight tinge of sadness to them.
"Yes, he usually lives here, but he is off solving a case at the moment. I hope he comes home soon. I haven't seen him in a long time because my husband and I are usually out of the country. I miss him."
She shook her head as if to dispel the depressing air that fell over her and pulled me further into the house.
"Now go on and wash up. Supper will be ready soon. The bathroom is down the hallway."
I was shoved down the hall and into a bathroom. I took a look in the mirror and flinch. I had fake blood covering my face and chest, and I looked like a walking corpse, which was the intention, but didn't make for good first impressions. Maybe a shower will do me some good.
After a refreshing shower, I step out to find some men's clothes folded neatly outside the door. I put them on and traipse back into the kitchen. I walk in to see Kudo Yukiko filling up two plates.
"Here you go, enjoy."
I pick up my chopsticks.
"Ittadakimasu."
I take a bite and relish in the taste of fresh home cooked food. She must have seen the way my eyes lit up.
"Ah, I figured you were a man who didn't enjoy the comforts of home cooking often. Is it good?"
"Yes Ma'am. I am not much of a cook myself."
I could probably burn salad, if I was given the ingredients. She waved her hand and giggled like a school girl.
"Just Yukiko is fine dear."
I blink at the informality of it, before narrowing my eyes. All of this feels very surreal. I was still having a hard time believing that this woman was one of the associates that the boy spoke of.
"Yukiko-san, am I in the right place?"
She cocked her head to one side, clapping her hands together.
"Shi-Conan-kun sent you right? I was told that you are now supposed to be dead and that I would help you assume a new identity. Is that wrong?"
Well, it's official. This is where I am supposed to be, whether I liked it or not.
"So, you do disguises?"
She laughed, lugging in a huge suitcase from the hallway.
"Yes, as an actress you wouldn't believe the amount of money I save by doing my own costumes and makeup. Trust me; I am one of the best."
Her face fell into an almost sad smile as she sat across from me.
"I believe Sh-Conan-kun told me that you know Sharon Vineyard."
I tensed. She knew Vermouth? How? Should I be worried? Was she going to turn me in? She gave me a rueful smile.
"We studied under the same teacher that taught us the art of disguise, if that explains anything about the quality of my disguises. Don't worry, no one you used to know will not even recognize you."
That bright beam is back again though as she digs through the trunk.
"Are you still friends with her?"
I see her pause fractionally.
"Sharon and I used to be good friends, with us being actresses together and all; however we have parted ways after…certain things happened. We aren't on the best of terms anymore. It is sad that she has decided to go on the opposite side of the law, but if that's what she chose then it is our duty to apprehend her right?"
She glanced at my half full plate.
"You go ahead and finish your food; I need to make a quick call to my other associate."
She giggled.
"I can't believe Conan-kun called us that."
I quickly scarf down the food, not realizing how hungry I was until I started eating. Meanwhile I listened to her on the phone.
"Hello? Yes it is time. Is she asleep? Ah, then come on over when you have time, unless you just want to drop it off. All right, thanks."
She hung up and stepped toward me, looking slightly sheepish.
"He will be by later; he is dealing with some difficulties."
She notices my empty plate and raises a spoon.
"Would you like some more?"
I nod quickly. I could get used to this as she places more of that delicious dinner in front of me.
"Thank you Yukiko-san."
"You are welcome dear. Now then I can't start until you finish but I might as well start preparing things."
She ran her hands gently over my face and hair, inspecting me closely, humming cheerfully to herself and ignored me stiffening at the physical contact. Is this the associate that the boy said 'was hard to handle'? I can imagine that the calm, cool, secretive personality of the boy and the bubbly, outgoing, live in the limelight personality of Yukiko-san clash quite a bit. Speaking of the boy.
"How do you know Conan-kun Yukiko-san?"
How did the little guy know a bigshot actress like this? It was incredibly convenient of him to have a disguise expert he could turn to. She just smiled disarmingly.
"He is a distant relative of mine."
How very vague. Somehow, even though she isn't lying, I can tell it isn't the full truth. Before I can ask for clarification, I hear a knock at the door. I tensed, reaching for a gun that wasn't in my waistband. She gave me a sympathetic look.
"I do believe my other associate has come over. Stay here."
She left the room, heading back down the hall. I slowly stand, moving silently over to the door, ready to provide backup in case it was the organization. I can't take chances, especially with other people involved. I heard hushed voices before Yukiko filed back into the kitchen with someone familiar. My eyes widened in surprise.
"Agasa-san?"
What could he be doing here? The old man looked up at me through his round spectacles and smiled.
"Ah hello. Pardon my lateness. Ai-kun is a night owl so sneaking away with her still awake is difficult."
Ah, the 'she' that Yukiko-san mentioned on the phone earlier. Now that they were both here, I could address both of them with my concerns.
"Yukiko-san, Agasa-san."
They both turned and looked at me. I took a deep breath and explained seriously.
"Are you two sure you want to do this? I am very grateful to you for helping me; however I do not wish to put you all in danger. The organization's reach is long and if they find out you have been helping me you both will be killed."
They glanced at each other. Agasa-san sighed.
"It doesn't matter if I help you or not, I am already committing an offense to the organization by hiding Ai-kun and helping Conan-kun with his investigations. Adding one more thing on the list of grievances is still going to make me dead."
Ok, so he was already stuck in this maddening whirlpool also then. I turn toward the one who I know shouldn't have any other connection to the organization besides her friendship with Vermouth.
"What about you Yukiko-san? If you want to back out now you can."
She smiled kindly at me, patting me on the shoulder.
"I am well aware of the risks, however I believe Sharon would cover up my involvement if it is discovered. I don't particularly want you dead either, and if my skills can keep you alive I am going to use them. I know of this organization, and know that they are dangerous. That means that I have to pull out all the stops and make sure they don't discover you.
She smiled fondly as she glanced at Agasa-san.
"Besides, he asked me for help."
The boy I am guessing. Her face fell into a deep frown.
"He never asks me for help, unless it is something very important. He made it very clear at the beginning he didn't want me or Yusaku, my husband, to interfere in his investigation. To be doing so now means that he really wants you alive. He must trust you very much, and think highly of you. I want to follow his wishes."
Seriousness gone she chuckled nonchalantly.
"Besides, Yusaku has some friends in Interpol that can protect me if need be. He has a lot of connections."
So they also thought highly of the boy's wishes. They must also know of his true ability, and aren't fooled by his childish appearances. They must be in the same boat I am, trusting him to take care of things. In any case, it looks like I won't be able to convince them to back down. I will just have to keep the organization from finding out I am alive and putting them in danger. I sigh as I sit back down in my seat.
"All right then. I had to be sure of your resolve. This is no small matter."
If I could just keep civilians out of this. I never want to deal with innocent death again. Agasa held up what looked like a mechanical strip.
"I just finished making the final touches. It works with a hundred percent accuracy now. I am just here to take measurements."
He wrapped the cord around my neck. I see him pull out a small screwdriver, muttering.
"A little too long, as I suspected."
He started fiddling with the device.
"So did the blood look realistic?"
It took me a second to figure out what he was talking about. So this was the man who invented the mechanism that faked my death. I smirked.
"Very realistic. Blood flow was a little slow, but other than that everything worked perfectly."
He chuckled sheepishly.
"I don't see dying bodies on a daily basis, at least ones that are shot, so I wasn't sure how fast it needed to be. I will work on it in case we need to use it in the future."
He fixed the finishing touches on whatever it was on my neck and nodded.
"That should do it. Is it too tight or loose?"
Whatever the thing was, it sat comfortably on my throat. It was a little strange feeling, but not intolerable.
"No, this is fine. What is this?"
He opened his mouth to answer, but Yukiko-san beat him to it.
"No Agasa hakase, let's not ruin the surprise."
He agreed, albeit hesitantly. He took my hand in his.
"Good luck. Please watch out for Ai-kun."
He said his goodbyes to Yukiko-san before whisking out the door. Yukiko-san sat down across from me.
"He didn't want to see your disguise in case he sees you in public and accidentally gives you away. He is reliable at keeping secrets though so you shouldn't need to worry."
She cracked her knuckles and this enthusiastic, demonic grin crossed over her face.
"Now then, let's see what we can do about this disguise."
I gulped. I didn't think anyone besides the Gin could intimidate me, but something in Yukiko-san's gaze was terrifying.
She removed the choker from around my neck and started pulling out several materials, explaining.
"There are two types of disguises. The one I am doing on you is a mask and wig, instead of dyeing your hair and makeup."
She pulled out several paints, holding them up to my face in succession.
"A mask and wig is more convenient because a mask only need to be changed once a week, while with makeup you have to take it off and put it back on every day, which would mean I would need to stay with you during this whole time. My plan was to start off with a mask and teach you how to use makeup and apply the disguise yourself over time. The only problem with the masks is that they are uncomfortable, at least for those who aren't used to wearing them, like I and Sharon are. Are you ok with that?"
I nod. I am willing to learn everything about disguises as I can; it might be useful in future investigations. Not to mention this method she mentioned seems the easiest. A little discomfort isn't going to kill me. She finally managed to pick a color that she liked.
"Good. You will have to wear the mask 24/7 until you learn all about makeup. I hope you don't mind."
"If it keeps me alive Yukiko-san, I don't mind at all."
She smiled at me as she sighed.
"You will have to forgive me. This is going to be a lot of trial and error for a few minutes, and this will probably take a long time. You can't rush perfection you know."
"Why is it trial and error?"
I thought she was an accomplished disguise expert. She giggled.
"Different skin tones and hair styles and colors look better on different people. Finding the right combination is important for a credible disguise. I haven't disguised you before, so I don't know what specifics look best with your body type. I will have to do a lot of things that are opposites of your real body. For example…
She held up the light colored paint in her fingers.
"Your skin tone. Your complexion is quite dark. It is easy for people to get darker, because the sun tans people naturally. However, lightening your skin is a lot more difficult, unless of course you stay inside your whole life, and they won't expect you to lighten this quickly, so this is the best color for you. However, too light and it wouldn't look natural. Does this make sense?"
I nodded. She certainly did know her stuff. She twirled a few brushes between her fingers.
"Also, you can't move or talk while I am putting stuff on your face. I don't want to mess up."
I nodded and resigned myself to sitting still, which wasn't a problem. After all, snipers needed to sit still for hours, almost days at a time.
Slowly she started by putting on a hairnet, talking softly to herself.
"Now I can't change your facial features too much, otherwise we can't change to makeup later, but we have to change it enough that facial recognition won't recognize you."
She mixed up something in a bottle and started painting it on my face.
"Just hold still now, there we go."
She went through the process of disguising me quickly and efficiently, talking to herself cheerfully the entire time. I watched her bustle around me, talking about the disguise and the art of it so much my head spun. It seemed like she didn't have a filter, spouting out excited nonsense whenever she could. However, listening to her did make the time go by faster.
After attaching the silicone mask to my face she took great pains to alter it, cutting of strips and tightening up around my face so much it made me feel claustrophobic. So this is what she meant by this would be uncomfortable.
"You ok? Let me know if it hurts and I will fix it."
I speak through clenched teeth.
"No nothing painful, just not used to it."
She continued with her work, stepping back and looking at it, making me feel like a bug under a magnifying glass. She pulled out so many different makeup products that I didn't even know half of the names of and started working on the edges of the mask, making it blend into my face. Her hands felt light against my fake skin, pressing, painting, dabbing, pulling, stretching, pushing, dusting, and molding the mask easily. The precision and efficiency was extraordinary. It was also how terrifying how much she enjoyed it. This creepy smile always adorned her face and something in her eyes seemed to click whenever something worked out right. As she worked, I focused on the person I was trying to become, like name and hobbies. Finally, after what must have been a couple of hours, she stepped back again, admiring her work.
"Ah, perfect. Now then."
She dug through her trunk of wonders again.
"Now you have dark thick hair now, so the best option would be to do some light hair that's thin and easy to style. Here we go."
She pulled out a wig of very light brown hair with a tinge of red that almost made it a dark pink. She must have noticed my incredulous look.
"Can they imagine you in this kind of wig?"
Ah, fair point. She placed it gently on top of my head, rubbing in some gel together through her fingers, and ran it through the fake hair, styling it how she liked it, all the while talking.
"Do you have an idea on who you want to be?"
Ah crap, I hadn't thought about the occupation of the character that I would assume yet. Yukiko pulled out a comb, gently running it through the wig.
"Might I suggest something? What if you became a college student?"
I raise an eyebrow, and she smirks as it must have shown on my fake face.
"Don't you think I am a little old for that Yukiko-san?"
"Not a graduate student and you can get close to the professor using the excuse that you need his advice and answers to questions you have on classes that you are taking. It would be a good cover for you to get close to Ai-chan."
Ah now that was a thought. Although that would mean I would need to enroll in school again, which was a pain, but I suppose a good cover. Although I don't want to take up a lot of time with it; I suppose being part time wouldn't be too bad.
"Yes, I do believe so."
She stepped back and clapped her hands gleefully.
"You look wonderful, although there is one more thing."
She stepped forward leaning down into my face, staring deeply into my eyes.
"Ah, dear I should ask, what are you going to do about sight?"
What did she mean? She grinned.
"Your eyes are quite unusual, and very recognizable. Would you like contacts, or glasses? If you choose glasses you will have to squint in order for no one to see them."
Contacts could mess up the eyes and cause injury to them, and that is not something a sniper needed.
"Glasses please."
"Fantastic."
She went back over to her trunk murmuring.
"Round, no you look more like a square lens kind of guy. Ooh what fun."
She giggled as she whirled around, holding several pairs. She held them up to my face, making a variety of faces before finally choosing one.
"All right, now try squinting."
I close my eyes until she said stop, and I could still see. It was going to be a pain with this narrow vision, but worth it if I wasn't discovered.
"All right face is done. Now all that's left is your hands."
I cocked my head to one side.
"Hands?"
She laughed, a light and airy sound.
"What do you think people will think if your hands and face are two different colors? Relax it won't take as long."
She prepared some sort of solution that she made me dip my hands in for five minutes.
"You will have to wear long sleeves and something to cover your neck, like a turtle neck, or a scarf, or something with a high collar."
After my hands had been pulled out and dabbed dry, I seem to have passed muster because her eyes shined.
"Oh you look perfect. Come on."
She pulled me out of the kitchen and down the hallway to the bathroom.
"Here, take a look. What do you think?"
I froze in surprise. There in the mirror was a complete stranger. I leaned in closer, opening and shutting my eyes to observe what I looked like both ways. The facial features were mostly the same, but it was not. All of it looked normal, real, even though I knew it was fake and looking for seams and flaws I couldn't find any. It was the most amazing transformation I had ever seen. Yukiko leaned up against the doorway, looking on in smug satisfaction.
"Well?"
I nodded in approval.
"You are excellent at your craft Yukiko-san."
She giggled patting me on the shoulders.
"Oh please it was nothing. It was fun."
She snuck up behind me and placed something, the mechanical choker that Agasa Hakase gave me.
"Now for the finishing touch."
She attached it and stepped back.
"Push the button on the side and try saying something."
I did as she asked, and feeling a little silly asked.
"What is this, what? Woah."
My voice, it was different. Softer, gentler, and not as harsh as Akai Shuichi's voice. It would have been more surprising, if I hadn't already seen a voice changer in action. Although, this explained where the boy got his invention. I smirked and Yukiko-san fixed a stray hair on the wig.
"I am sure you have seen the prototype of that. This one only has one voice. He simplified it so you wouldn't change to a different voice on accident."
I turn toward her.
"Yes, that does seem the better idea."
Yukiko-san pulled me back into the kitchen and I glanced at the clock. It was almost 1:30. She had been working on my disguise for five hours.
"I am sorry I took up so much of your time."
She waved my apology away like it was air.
"Not at all. As I said it was fun."
She grew serious as she leaned against the counter.
"I have three things to tell you before you leave. The first is a piece of advice. You are a new person, and just like with the disguise, opposite is best. As a person who has taken many roles myself, you have to become the part, live the part. The old you died tonight, so now would be a time of picking up some new hobbies and personality traits, to throw people off the scent. You know what is at stake better then I do."
I nodded. I had been undercover before, but always as myself. This was creating a totally new identity, so it was going to be a lot more difficult. I would have be on guard and watchful all the time, making sure I didn't slip up and give myself away on accident. She smiled at me as she picked up a key that had been lying on the counter.
"The second thing is this. This is the key to your new apartment. We have it furbished already with basic furniture already, and the good thing is that it is close by, and on the route that girl takes to school, so you can watch out for her at least a little bit from there. It is Mokuboshi, in Beika city, second district, number twenty three. I believe yours is on the first floor. We have already paid your first month's rent, but after that you are on your own. Is that acceptable?"
Holy crap they actually arranged an apartment for me, and one close enough that I could keep an eye on Haibara. It was perfect. It was amazing, yet terrifying how far this woman's, and the boy's, reach extended. She finally held up a cellphone.
"Conan-kun also mentioned you would need a new phone. This already has a provider, all you need to do is create an email and it will be ready to go."
He really did think of everything. I really wanted to go thank the boy. She sighed and I don't miss the tiredness in her eyes.
"I believe that is it. Do you have any questions?"
"Is there anything I can't do with this on?"
She shook her head.
"If it tears up or you have problems with it just contact me. I already put my number as a contact. I will be back in next Friday here, to fix another mask for you. I can teach you a little bit about makeup and cooking then too."
I blinked in surprise. I thought she was joking about that.
"Wait, you really are going to teach me about cooking?"
She shrugged.
"Why not? it saves money, and convenient store food get's old after awhile. Also, a new hobby that no one will expect you to be able to do will be good."
She winked at me.
"You should probably go get some rest. You have had a long day."
I start toward the door, pulling on my shoes when I hear her step behind me.
"Oh, I never got your name. What is it? The new one I mean."
I smiled up at her, introducing her with the name I had chosen.
"Okiya Suburu. Pleasure to meet you, Yukiko-san."
She giggled, hands on her cheeks.
"How lovely. Good luck Suburu-kun."
I stood up and bowed.
"Thank you for all your help Yukiko-san."
It was true. If it weren't for Agasa Hakase creating the voice changing device, and Yukiko-san's disguise techniques, I couldn't have a chance at protecting Haibara. I wouldn't be alive. And all of this would have never happened if Jodie didn't insist on bringing her favorite detective to the hospital on a hunch. She stood me up.
"Actually Suburu-kun, as thanks, can you do one teeny little favor for me?"
I looked at her with my normal eyes, opened and attentive. What could she possibly need from me?
"Yes?"
I feel her clench onto my jacket a little tighter, and she glances at the ground. This was not the bubbly Yukiko-san I had gotten to know over the past few hours. This was different. It made me worry about her request.
"I know you are watching over Ai-chan, but could you look out for Sh-Conan-kun also?"
I blink in surprise. The boy is perfectly capable of taking care of himself. I had seen it many times, how he had calmly took down criminals, had fought against the organization, and took on Gin twice and won. I can't believe he needs such a thing as protection. She stared at the ground.
"It's just, he likes to run headlong into danger, especially if it is to protect others, but he doesn't worry about himself at all. He won't tell me anything about what he is facing, but I am guessing you have a pretty accurate view on what he is fighting. I worry about him so much. As I said before, he doesn't ask me for help unless he needs my disguise expertise, and when he doesn't tell me anything, I just fear he is getting in too deep and get hurt."
She looked up at me with pleading, tearful eyes.
"Please, just keep an extra eye on him. For me?"
I couldn't say no to her because of all she had done for me, but I definitely couldn't when she looked at me like that. Not to mention, I knew what she was talking about. The boy had proven that he could take care of most situations, but most of the time the risk involved was dangerous, especially for a young child. It was very lucky he hadn't been seriously hurt so far or killed, or the organization hasn't noticed him.
"Of course Yukiko-san. I will protect him like I will Haibara. I owe him my life after all."
I didn't want the boy dead for multiple reasons. He was an strategic advantage, a great partner, and an invaluable ally. She beamed at me.
"Thank you Subaru-kun."
She pushed me out of the door.
"Now then, you and I both need sleep. Good night."
I waved as I exited the house and walked down the road. I pulled out my new cellphone, and in an instant created an email address. The first email I sent to was Mizunashi Rena.
Hello from the red ghost.
Surely she would get that. I hope she isn't being monitored, although that seems vague enough that she doesn't get discovered. After sending the email, I dialed a very familiar number.
"Hello?"
I smirked at the tired tone in his voice.
"It's me James."
Instantly the voice brightened.
"Ah, it's you."
"Yes, my name is Okiya Subaru."
"Mission successful."
Instantly the anxiousness that I didn't know I had left my body. So the plot worked, with the cellphone and the fingerprints. They believe I am dead. The boy's plot had succeeded from beginning to end. I was amazed at the pass in his predictions, now I am amazed as his ability to fit the puzzle pieces together, like a detective. of course, thinking like a detective led him to that plan, needing evidence as well as knowing how the police work. I smirked into the night. Just fantastic Boya.
Ah, but if it had succeeded that meant that...
"Is Jodie all right?"
"She is grieving. She will get through it though."
I sigh. I knew she wouldn't take it well. I feel bad for lying to her, but I can't tell her now, not with Yukiko-san, Conan-kun, and Agasa hakase on the line.
"Goodnight James."
I hang up and lean against a telephone pole, smirking. It worked. Boya, you are amazing.
All of this started with a simple question of the boy wanting to work with me. Collaborating with the boy had been a joy, and I am sure he found the experience enjoyable as well. We filled in each other's flaws and gave knowledge the other didn't have, we thought along the same lines, which I know I had not had the pleasure of doing that since my family, and I doubt he can do any of that since a good 98% of the people that know him think of him as a child. I hope we can collaborate more in the future, and show the organization that we will take them down, both of us.
Akai Shuichi was dead, and Okiya Subaru was born with two goals. One was to protect Haibara Ai, and Edogawa Conan. The second was to figure out the mystery behind the boy. How had he put it? Dead men's agenda's opened up quite a bit? Now without FBI missions constraining me, I could look into him properly. I grinned as I walked to my new apartment, toward my new life. I am sure we will meet soon Boya.