C'est étonnant à quel vitesse on peut s'habituer à un pays après y avoir vécu quelques temps.
Ce n'est toujours pas ma belle France, mais je dois l'admettre, l'Angleterre a trouvé sa place. Je peux comprendre maintenant pourquoi il s'énervait tant quand je me moquais de sa patrie...
En parlant du loup, je ne l'ai toujours pas retrouvé. Cela devient inquiétant - surement il ne lui est rien arrivé? Il a bien trop de fierté pour se laisser mourir pour quiconque, assurément? Je ne dois tout simplement pas chercher aux bons endroits...
J'espère pouvoir le trouver rapidement. J'ai tant à lui demander... sans oublier, peut-être, qu'une fois la confrontation finie, je pourrais faire un tour de l'Angleterre avec lui et il pourra m'expliquer son pays. Je ne peux tout comprendre sans un natif à mes côtés. Il y a plein de choses qui me font souhaiter qu'il soit là, ce qu'il en penserait...
Des fois, je me demande... peut-être devrai-je lui demander cela comme paiement. Tout m'expliquer... ses opinions incluses. Je trouve que cela m'interesse.
Et pourtant, je dois d'abord le retrouver.
Peut-être qu'à la prochaine ville, il y sera. Oui, il me suffit de continuer...
Il se trouvera à la fin de mon voyage, eventuellement.
------
It was really all there.
Shinichi shut the textbook with a sigh, reaching up to pinch at the bridge of his nose. He, of course, knew all there was to know about Sherlock Holmes, but some of these events hadn't been described in books about the detective, only in history books around the era. And so, knowing about Holmes didn't necessarily lead to knowing about the things Shinichi had recently dreamed up.
And yet, here they were, clear as day in print, and no way Shinichi could have known of them beforehand. After all, it wasn't like he studied English or French history very much...and yet, he was still seeing things from the era through the detective's eyes.
As if he was living Sherlock's life, reliving memories through dreams...
He shook his head. No, that was silly. Things like that just didn't happen. He...was just a little stressed lately, that was all. He just needed a break, otherwise he'd go crazy.
--you're not crazy for this it's only logical after all--
Definitely needed a break, so the voice that he had started hearing that night he had freaked out on Kid would go away.
Shoving the textbook away, Shinichi glared at it, before turning his attention towards the next book he had grabbed to flip through. To be honest, he wasn't sure why he was so determined to see if the things he dreamed actually happened - some form of masochism, perhaps? - but as he'd already started, he might as well finish.
He pulled the book towards himself, looking at it dubiously. This one had been tucked into a back corner, for it was entirely in French - apparently the university had felt having a book about French history in the actual language itself would be important, and so it had been on the shelves, never used until Shinichi had gone on a mad sweep, grabbing every book he could find.
He didn't have his dictionary on him, though, and his French wasn't so good without it...perhaps he should come back for this book later when he was more prepared? Should he just grab one of the library's dictionaries? Should he just forget this and go home to have a nice breakdown?
As he was deciding on his next course of action, someone passing by bumped into his table, shaking it and Shinichi out of his thoughts. He looked up automatically, blinking in slight confusion as the other - a male student around Shinichi's age with messy hair and eyes as bright blue as Shinichi's own - stared at Shinichi in what appeared to be close to horror.
Then the other teen blinked, shook himself a little, and grinned brightly at Shinichi. "Sorry about that, wasn't watching where I was going!"
Shaking his head, Shinichi smiled back. "It's fine, no harm done." Assuming that was the end of the matter, Shinichi went back to glaring at the French book. Maybe he could read enough of it to understand...
"Can you read that?" The other studen't voice piped up, startling Shinichi a bit. When the detective looked at him in confusion, he gestured towards the book. 'The French, I mean...can you read it?"
"Well...I studied it in high school, so maybe..." Shinichi started slowly, finally opening the book, and felt his mouth go dry when he scanned the first page and the meanings of the words came effortlessly. "Apparently, more of it sank in than I thought, so yes."
One simply didn't become fluent in French overnight. This was insane.
"Well, um..." Once again, Shinichi found himself brought out of his thoughts by the teen standing across the table. "If you can read French, could you help me? I'm trying to decipher a few sentences, but I haven't studied the language at all, so..."
With another slight shake of his head, Shinichi smiled up at him. A distraction, yes, that was what he needed to get his mind out of this strange insanity it was falling into. "Sure, no problem, what did you need translated?"
The other handed over a small sheet of paper, scribbled writing all over the surface. "Here. Sorry if the spelling or anything is off, I only heard it..."
Grabbing his pen, Shinichi bent over the paper, instantly starting on translating the lines in French. "It's okay, you did really good..."
"Oh, okay, that's good then..."
Silence reigned for a moment, as the other teen shifted nervously, and Shinichi continued scribbling out words and meanings, shaking his head every once in a while and muttering under his breath.
Finally, Shinichi scrawled out the last word, and handed back the paper with a smile. "Here you go, it's just some lines out of a thief movie, or something."
"Thanks!" With a smile, the other took the paper, but the smile soon faded as he frowned slightly at the paper. "Well, um, my English is a bit rusty, but I think I get the majority of it."
"English? I wrote it in English?" Shinichi asked blankly, before feeling a blush rushing to his cheeks. "Damn it, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...it's just been a long week."
The boy finally sat down, pulling out a chair and smiling again at Shinichi. "No worries, we all have weeks like that. And I'm okay with English, I'm just a little rusty, is all. It's fine. By the way, I never did tell you my name, did I? I'm Kuroba Kaito, it's nice to meet you!"
"Kudo Shinichi, same." He shook the other's hand, which had a surprisingly strong grip, with a smile. "You're attending this university too, right? What subjects?"
"Nothing special, just theater to give myself some sort of degree. There isn't a major for stage magic yet, after all." Kaito's grin turned impish, and for a second it wasn't Kaito sitting across from Shinichi, but a thief with the same grin and bright blue eyes...
--it's him I know it he has to be--
Giving himself a slight shake, Shinichi managed to keep his smile. "Stage magic, huh? That's pretty neat. I can never do more than simple card tricks and such, my hands start fumbling all over the place..."
"Just takes a lot of practice!" Came the cheerful reply, and Kaito checked his watch. "Anyways, it's almost lunch time...want to grab something with me? I'll pay, to apologize for interrupting you..."
"It wasn't really an interruption, I was glad for the distraction." Shinichi replied, standing up and picking up an armload of books. "And lunch sounds great, just let me put these away."
"I'll help!" Kaito stood up himself, grabbing the rest of the books. "All in the Foreign History section, right?"
"Right."
"Great, then I'll go put these up and we can leave for lunch...I know a great sandwich place that just opened around here, does that sound okay?" The cheerful babble was dulled slightly as Kaito disappeared between the bookshelves.
"That sounds fine." Shinichi managed, before frowning thoughtfully at the place where the other had disappeared, before transferring his gaze to the books.
Why had he seen that flash when Kaito had smiled? And why, for the life of him, could he not figure if it had been Kid or...someone else, from long ago? Why had the voice said that?
Well, maybe if he spent some time with the bright teen, he'd find out why.
With a sigh, Shinichi turned and headed for the shelves himself.
--and if I told him all I wanted to say is "I'm sorry" how would he take that I wonder--
Yes, an answer would be nice.
For both his and the voice's questions.
------