Hi, I'm back and in a little less then a year. Yeah I know I'm not that great with updating but thanks for reading and reviewing despite that.

Warnings: Same as before but still none this chapter execpt for the mention of murder. And no Detective Conan characters this chapter.

I DO NOT OWN DETECTIVE CONAN (but I do own the vampire and the news stand guy)

In another part of Osaka, a man in a bucket hat, dark gray trench coat, and scruffy clothes was standing in front of a newspaper stand looking like he was staring into space. He had shoulder length unkept, shaggy hair, a somewhat trimmed beard, and dark eyes.

The stand employee was starting to get annoyed with him. The guy wasn't moving, except for an occasional movement of his head, or even look interested in what the stand was selling. He even wondered if the man spoke Japanese because he looked foreign.

The man looked down at the newspapers on display, his eyes going over the headlined slowly. After stopping at the last one his eyes lingered before looking back up at the employee. A few more seconds passed before he pointed down at the papers. "Which one of these has the most current obituaries?" asked the man in a low, scratchy, voice slowly.

The employee looked at the man funny. "I don't really read the paper for the obits but this one," he tapped a paper that, form his view, was a little to the left of center of the available newspapers, "this one is usually good about keeping things up to date."

The man picked up the paper and unfolded it then opened it and laid it down across the stand. He scanned it and the employee realized it was the obituary page. The man flipped through a few more pages before putting the paper back together the way it had been. "This'll do," he said, "How much?"

The employee told him the amount and he reached slowly into his right pocket and pulled out change. He slowly counted it out in his hand, his lips moving a little as he did so. He closed his fist and handed the change to the employee who counted it at a much faster rate while the man reached into his other pocket and did the same thing as last time. This time he dropped some coins into his right hand before handing those over to the employee and putting the rest back into his pocket.

He picked the paper up, folded it in half, and stuck it in one of the bigger pockets of his coat. "Thank you," he said, "Have a good day."

"You too," the employee said back as he put the change into the register.

The man walked at a slow pace to a park and sat on a bench. The park wasn't very quiet due to the fact that there were kids running around and screaming, but the man didn't mind. Kids of all ages ran around while moms and dads sat and watched or talked to someone they knew or just met. There were also a few teenagers there who had most likely gotten stuck with babysitting duty.

The man took a slow look around before opening up the paper to read. The first thing he started with was the obituaries. He scanned them for the teen he had bitten last night.

Usually when he drank he drank only enough to keep the hunger pangs away, which was only about a pint or two from a young adult or an older teenager, but never a child or someone too old. A pint or two might have made the person woozy but it wasn't enough to kill a person. He had stopped drinking that much a long time ago.

He sighed as he scanned the obituaries. He had taken someone's life, he at least wanted to know who's and maybe say sorry if he could, even though the person was already dead, offer condolences to any relatives, things of that nature. Before when he had killed, he didn't care about his victims but he had changed in his long life.

After going through the whole list of recently deceased and coming up with nothing the man refolded the paper the way it was originally folded before folding it in half the way he had. He stood up and put the paper back into his lager pocket and made his way to the small bathroom in the park.

'Maybe the body hasn't been found yet?' he thought as he opened the door and made his way to a sink. 'Or maybe the paper hasn't been notified of the death yet?'

He stared at his reflection in the mirror before running his right hand over the unshaved part of his face and yawned. He dropped his hand to rest it on the basin of the sink as he dug around with his other hand in one of the pockets of his long coat and pulled out a tube of tooth paste that was half full and a traveling toothbrush. He pulled out the toothbrush from its container and rinsed it off, applied some tooth paste to the bristles, and began to brush his teeth. As he was doing so, he reached back into the same pocket he had pulled the tooth paste and brush from and pulled out an article a friend had clipped from a newspaper. He unfolded it to look at it. The headline read, 'Three Killed By Vampire Murderer' underneath the headline were pictures of the deceased when they were still alive and an article about the case. He had already read it so many times he didn't need to reread it, it was already memorized.

The article was a week and about four days old and in Russian. Three days after the article had made headlines the murders had stopped and six days ago the same type of murders had appeared in Japan. Thankfully the papers weren't reporting too many details about the case, yet. So far they had only reported that some people were being murdered, now whether this was because the police had told them to stay quiet about the vampire angle to make sure no one panicked or they simply didn't know was not something the man needed to or cared to know.

He spat out the paste, rinsed out his mouth, and rinsed off his brush before putting it back into its container. Then he put the paste and brush back into their designated pocket before looking again at the article. He sighed, folded it back up, and returned it to the pocket it had originally come from with the toothbrush and paste.

He placed both hands on the basin of the sink and looked at himself in the mirror. He stood there staring for a good while just breathing while his hands occasionally tightened on the basin and at times was deeper or stopped suddenly. Finally he sighed as he closed his eyes and let go of the basin. He brought his left hand up to hold the left side of his coat steady as he fished around with his right hand for something in one of the inner pockets. He found what he was looking for and pulled it out.

He opened his eyes to look at the knife he had just pulled out of his coat. It was 13 inches long (33 cm) and an inch and a half wide (4 cm), it curved up to a tip at the end, and had teeth on the opposite side of the blade form half an inch (1 cm) from the hilt to about six inches up the blade (15 cm). The handle was well worn wood and the stainless steel blade shone silver in the light. He stared at it for a minute or two before closing his eyes again and returning it to its designated pocket inside his coat. He opened his eyes, nodded to himself in the mirror, and turned and left the bathroom.

He knew what he had to do.

So now you know what's been going behind the scenes and a chapter earlier then I said it would probably happen. Next chapter back to Heiji and Kazuha and shopping. I shouldn't make promises to you guys because I did that with another story and relized I had to add somthing else instead of what I said I was going to add so hopefuly Heiji and Kazuha next chapter.

All inches to centimeter conversions are rounded.

Posted 2/25/12