So I was a little unsure how I wanted to take this story, but now I have the plot road mapped out and hopefully I will be able to write more smoothly. I also might have made Conan a little OP in this chapter, but that's why we like him right? Stay safe during this pandemic. Take the necessary precautions! Now, onto the chapter.
Conan slowly started to get more comfortable as he swished the cane across the sidewalk, careful not to try to hit the thief, at least on purpose. It was very strange, walking this sidewalk that he had done many times before, but now inhibited with no sight and hearing. Even now his eyes blinked at the darkness surrounding him, trying to see through the opaque paint. At least he had chosen violin music, so that was sort of calming and distracting.
KID was leading him along at a comfortable slow pace, enough time for Conan to feel out every step and start to trust his cane and his companion. What kind of messed up team building exercise was this? Each step was slightly unsure even with the extra guidance, but Conan was determined. This was going to work; KID had promised it would.
KID tightened his grip on his hand, giving the smallest of tugs that caused Conan jerked to a halt. He extended the cane, feeling the bump and decline of a curb. Ah, a crosswalk. Right, KID was probably taking them to where he parked his bike last night, which was a few blocks away. This was a good practice run in the small neighborhood with barely any traffic for Conan to get his bearings on his new position. Slowly he could feel himself adjusting. It still wasn't perfect, but enough where he could last an hour.
Kaito glanced down at the miniature detective beside him. They had only come a block, and Conan looked like a natural blind person. He was supersensitive as well to any of Kaito's directions; he only had to slightly change his grip and Conan followed the lead instantly, maybe a little too quickly as it was jerky and not smooth at all. As they crossed the road however, and Kaito barely pulled on Conan, the detective started walking again, looking like he wasn't blind at all. Kaito waved a hand in front of the boy's face just to make sure, and when nothing happened, he sighed.
"You are amazing you know that?"
No response, not that he expected one.
"O-neesan?"
Kaito jumped, looking down at the sudden question. Conan continued.
"We are going to the motorbike, right? You want me front or back?"
Kaito was about to pull out the headphone to answer the question when he smirked mischievously. Let's test the detective knowledge, shall we? He pulled open Conan's hand and spelled out with manual Japanese sign language, pressing his fingers against his palm to spell out the letters, leaving enough time for deciphering.
Front. If that is ok.
Conan cocked his head to the side in slight confusion, and Kaito could tell he was running through the different possible modes of communication and codes, trying to decipher which one he had used. Kaito waited for Conan's next move. Would he give up the puzzle because of lack of knowledge, or would he persevere through to solve the message? Conan pressed his palm against Kaito's fingers forcefully, ordering with determination.
"Again."
Kaito smirked; of course, giving up wasn't in Conan's vocabulary. He obliged, spelling out the message slower this time. Conan frowned, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, mouthing the letters until he smirked.
"That's fine. I don't want to fall off the back."
Kaito chuckled. As usual, testing the detective ended up with success on Conan's end. Geez, did the kid know everything?
They continued their journey until they reached the black motorcycle. Kaito stopped and watched as Conan's cane tapped against one of the wheels. Immediately Conan reached out, fingers tentative as it swiped against the seat, feeling it out. Still, he hesitated. He knew it was the bike but getting on it as he was now was going to be difficult to say the least. He was short because of his current child body, so he would have to step up on something, but he doesn't want to step on the bike and cause it to fall over.
Instantly he felt hands grabbing on to his waist, lifting him easily. He fought the instinct to lash out at KID who was very obviously trying help by putting him on the bike. A second later a helmet settled onto his head.
He felt the slight cushion that he was seated on and his hands skated over the handlebars, placing his hands tightly on the center of the bar. Kaito swiped the cane and folded it, putting it into the backpack as he clamored on behind Conan. It was a bit of a reach with the boy in front of him, but since he was so small, he wasn't going to be impeded that much.
This posed a different problem, however. Now that they weren't walking, and now going many kilometers per hour, the room for error was smaller. If Conan leaned the wrong way into a turn or gripped the wheel too hard that Kaito couldn't turn it, then the bike could possibly crash.
"Hey Conan?"
He tapped the boy's shoulder and Conan looked over his shoulder at him, and Kaito knew that if there were no sunglasses as a barrier he would be pierced with that fierce sapphire glint. He talked out his thoughts.
"When I turn, I will nudge you based on that direction."
Kaito put his words into practice, nudging his left elbow against Conan's ribs and slowly turned the handlebars to the left, making sure Conan could feel the turn. He did the same thing with the right side, nudging, followed by a gentle turn. Conan was silent for a thoughtful moment before he answered.
"If you give me warning on the turns I will try to lean."
Kaito grinned as he flipped on the ignition, starting the machine and settled his own helmet on his head. Conan jumped in alarm, feeling the vibrations thrumming through his whole body. He felt slightly less safe then he usually did, considering he usually was holding on to a person, and not a set of movable handlebars. However, the second he questioned his safety he felt KID scoot up, placing his back against his chest snugly. The thief's arms braced against his sides and he felt him reposition his hands on the handlebars right beside his, caging him in securely. He wasn't going to fall off.
Right. KID said he was going to get him there safely.
Conan nodded seriously and gripped the handlebars as KID idled out of the parking lot.
Kaito decided to actually go to a farther station, thinking that if he went to the closer one it would lead to Conan figuring out which station they were going to stop at easier. He made sure to take the speed limit, no faster or no slower for his companion's sake. He took turns extra slow and wide, and even took a few extra to make sure the detective truly had no idea where he was. He trusted Conan, he really did, but it wasn't enough to let him know exactly where the Blue Parrot was. That was going past the line, and he was going to do his best to confuse the genius.
Soon they arrived at the station and Kaito parked the bike, locking it in a motor bike section and leaving the helmets in a locker. He would pick them up later. He wasn't holding onto Conan's hand anymore, but the boy's hand was entwined with his black jeans, holding on just like a shy child would to their parent while the other clutched at the cane naturally. Kaito smirked and sauntered into the busyness of the train station.
Conan instantly knew when they stepped into the station. Vibrations of the trains pulling in and out of the station pulsed under his feet and he could feel the distinct click of a hard tile or concrete floor with his shoes. He could smell the different food shops, and could even identify some of the bentos, and other food items being sold.
What also increased was the number of eyes. So many people were near, watching him with different levels of interest and focus. It made Conan feel like a bug under a microscope, a feeling he detested as a person who was in hiding. Is this what Haibara always felt like when she was out and about? How did she stand it? Conan squared his shoulders and stepped closer to KID, fingers tightening on the jeans, trying to keep the cane in a small area as not to trip other people.
Kaito noticed the proximity but didn't think to much of it. If he was going to lose Tantei-kun accidentally, this would be the place with the sudden crowds and the rush. The closer the better.
An incident free ticket buying later found both of the disguised boys on the platform waiting for a train. Kaito took a deep breath. Everything was going fine so far. He wasn't even going to jinx it by saying or thinking nothing had happened.
The train flew into the station, sliding to a halt. Kaito herded Conan onto the train, and upon realizing there were no empty seats, ushered him to stand next to a pole, guiding his hand to hold onto it. Conan's hand slid up the pole, feeling the smooth cold metal, deducing where he was and relaxed, tugging himself closer to the one stable thing on the train. Kaito rested his hand on his shoulder, as he gripped the upper handle to keep him steady.
The train was not packed, but enough where there were plenty of people standing close together.
Suddenly Conan felt it; eyes that were most definitely criminal ones. He had felt enough gazes filled with malicious intent to know the difference. He shivered, tensing straight as he fought the instinct to whip his glasses off to glance around. Who was looking at him? From where? How dangerous was this person? Should he notify KID?
Conan took a deep breath, thinking. No intelligent criminal was going to cause a scene on an obviously crowded train, which was an easy deduction since he was standing and not sitting. So that ruled out murder, and kidnapping, hopefully. So, a molester? Possibly, or a pickpocket. His current disguise had two pockets on either side of the dress he was wearing, where he was keeping his phones. The guy wouldn't steal the phone attached to the headphones unless he was a moron, but his other, Shinichi phone would certainly be a problem if he lost it.
Again, the eyes rested on him again, sending tingles of fight or flight racing up his spine. This person probably thought he was an easy target because of his vision impairment. Conan gritted his teeth. He couldn't feel anyone stepping on the floor because of the shaking of the train so he had no idea how far away this person was. He gripped the pole tightly in his hand as he reached up, tugging on the sleeve of the KID's jacket.
Kaito was busy watching an amateur pickpocket weaving his way through the crowd while pretending to look out the window. Well, amateur by KID's standards, but he was successful in attempts so far. No matter though, he was going to take him in to the police at the station when he could; Conan would murder him if he allowed any criminal to get away while the detective himself was incapacitated. He felt bad for his fellow thief, but it was just his bad luck that he picked this train car to set his hunting grounds.
Suddenly he felt the small, but urgent yank on his sleeve. He glanced down to see Conan staring straight ahead, but his face was stony. He raised an eyebrow. Well now, did he know?
Kaito crouched next to his charge, looking at him attentively. Conan whispered.
"Everything ok?"
Kaito opened his mouth, before realizing Conan wouldn't be able to hear him. He had a thought to keep him in the dark, to give him less to worry about, but he had promised to let him know if something occurred. What he was wondering was how did the little sleuth know? Did he have a criminal sense or what? He pressed the fingers against the eager palm, spelling out slowly.
Pickpocket.
Conan let out a small sigh, obviously relieved it wasn't a real threat. It beat Snake, Spider, or any other murderer he usually had to deal with. Now that he knew what he was dealing with, time for the next step.
"What's the plan?"
Kaito smirked as he stood up straight again, almost shuddering as Conan's face followed him up to full height. Right, he just sensed his movement; he couldn't see. He held down his hand into Conan's waiting hand, spelling out.
You be bait?
A smirk stretched Conan's lips as he turned to face forward again.
"Be glad to."
Kaito slipped him a few yen bills and Conan stuffed them in his pocket closest to the aisle, a perfect lure for their plan. They waited calmly, Kaito absentmindedly listening to the train announcements and Conan fidgeted with his phone in his pocket, waiting for their little fly to meander its way into their web. It really was unfortunate that this poor pickpocket picked this train car.
Kaito didn't even have to warn the detective. He noticed the man slithering closer, and watched as Conan stiffened only to relax completely, playing the vulnerable victim flawlessly, even turning toward the window away from the man's direction to complete the ignorance illusion. He decided to just sit back and watch the show, letting the detective do what he did best.
Conan was waiting, the anticipation killing him, but just like any good predator stood perfectly still, patient in his hunt. He could sense the criminal intent sneaking closer. He couldn't tell exactly how much closer but surely any second now he would feel the man's hands robbing him literally blind. The money was peeking out of the pocket so temptingly; Conan was practically daring the man to do it.
There, Conan sensed the small movement to his right with the wind that gently blew against him, like a person was crouching next to him. He turned his head slightly, trying to concentrate. Nothing was happening as of right now; the man was probably tying his shoes as a cover or something, getting himself closer to the target that was far closer to the floor then he was. Conan turned back toward the window, nerves pushed into overdrive.
Then the fingers quickly dipped into his pocket, clutching at the bills. Conan almost winced at the brashness of it. He was so used to KID's magic fingers with barely conceivable touches that an incompetent thief startled him. KID made this guy's sleight of hand and pickpocketing feel about as subtle as a car wreck.
It seemed like this guy was more focused on speed then subtlety, but Conan was quicker. His hand snaked out like lightning, latching onto the wrist, yanking him back to ground level. He immediately started deducing details about this man, young twenty's or teenager wearing a leather jacket by the feel, might be a high school delinquent. He turned his head toward him, trying to glare at him through his glasses. Conan could feel the surprise in the man's shaking arm as he commanded in a low tone.
"Drop it."
He felt the muscles in the wrist move, indicating that the man had followed his direction, dropping the bills to the ground. Conan looked up in the direction of KID, well turned his face to where he thought KID should be.
"O-neesan, can you handle this?"
He felt a hand pat his shoulder and felt a quick spelling on his hand.
Be back soon.
Conan felt the magician's hand pry the wrist out of his hand and Conan nodded, going back to gripping the pole, waiting for KID to return.
Kaito almost busted out laughing, almost ruining his disguise. The setup, everything was perfect. The man, which turned out to be a tattooed man that looked like a high school delinquent just running the trains for extra cash had bent down next to Conan, tying his loose shoestring. Kaito was watching him intently through the reflection of the mirror, wondering how this was going to play out. He was planning on outing him as soon as he saw the bills in his hand, letting Conan play the innocent victim and stay out of the limelight.
Kaito saw it happen, the man stood up and, on the way, he snagged onto the bills in an almost smooth movement. Kaito stepped up, ready to call out the man when Conan's hand had reached out, grabbing onto the man's wrist tightly. The look on the man's face looked like he was about to crap his pants. Then Conan had turned toward him and hissed something at him, causing the man to drop the few yen he had tried to pocket off him.
"Wait, I thought you were blind!"
Well, that was surprising, but expected. He should have known Conan would have wanted to catch the thief himself. Holding in a chuckle as best as he could, Kaito leaned over him, pulling out his woman's voice.
"Oh she is, you just had the bad luck of pick pocketing someone with really good senses."
"O-neesan, can you handle this?"
Kaito looked down to where Conan was looking up at him, one hand on the pole and the other still latched tightly onto the man's wrist like a handcuff. Kaito absentmindedly spelled out that he would return soon and 'uncuffed' the thief from the detective, hauling him upright.
"Now then Dorobo-kun, please return all you stole before we turn you in to the station."
The man nervously glanced from him, back down to Conan was holding onto the pole like nothing happened. Interesting, Conan was expecting him to turn in his brother in arms, and not letting him go. Kaito sighed inwardly. What was this day coming to, where he had to play police officer? As much fun as that would be, they were on a time crunch. It would be more convenient if someone else took care of him.
He held onto the man by the front of his shirt, dragging him up to some other men that looked capable enough.
"Hey Oji-sans, can you take this man to a police box once you get off the train?"
The men scowled at the teenager.
"Sure thing Ojou-san, did he do anything to you?"
Kaito shook his head.
"Not to me, but he has pickpocketed a bunch of people in this car. I think some time to reflect might be good for him."
The teenager slapped his hand away and his face curled into an awful sneer.
"Yeah right lady. I didn't do anything."
Ah, the fear at getting caught was gone, now he was angry and desperate enough to try escape. Dang, he had hoped Conan scaring him witless was enough to get him to back down, but no apparently. Time for plan B.
They had garnered some attention now as most of the train was now looking in their direction with confusion and excitement. Kaito raised an eyebrow looking at the very open stance the man had, arms and legs spread wide, not that that had mattered. He was making it too easy.
In an instant Kaito was on the man, up close and personal as he dragged his hand against his face almost seductively, curled up against his chest flirtatiously.
"My companion may be blind, but I most certainly am not."
The man blinked in confusion, obviously caught off guard. The exchange lasted less then five seconds when Kaito drew back. After a second, he smirked, holding out his hand that were now filled with wallets, small coin purses, and jewelry.
"So you are telling me these are all yours? Quite a collection you have."
The man's face paled and he patted himself down, realizing his nefariously earned loot had been pocketed off of him.
"Wait…how did you—"
"That's my wallet!"
"And my purse."
Instantly people crowded Kaito, pulling the items out of his hands. Kaito stepped back, habit making the items vanish, causing the crowd to blink in confusion. Kaito gave a slight bow.
"How you ask? Easy, I am a magician!"
He flicked his wrists and instantly the items reappeared. He ordered firmly.
"Please, I will give your items back, but please form an orderly line. I don't want to hand it to the wrong person."
Soon enough all of the passengers were in a line and Kaito had handed all of the items back to their original owners when the men stepped up, holding tightly onto the man's arms.
"Yes Miss, we are getting off at the next station and we will take him to the police box for you. Why can't you do it yourself?"
Kaito pointed to Conan, who hadn't moved during this time of chaos on the train.
"Sorry, I have to take that little ojou-chan somewhere, and I am her eyes so I have to make sure we get off on the right station, which isn't the next I am afraid. Thank you for your help."
The men nodded.
"Take care of your little Ojou-chan then, we will take care of this thief."
Kaito smiled kindly at the men, making his way back to his place at Conan's side.
Conan nibbled on his lip worriedly. KID had been gone for a few minutes now. Was he ok? Did he take care of the pickpocket? Being blind with an ally in a possible terrible situation was not fun at all. He was practically tied to the pole as well, not wanting to draw attention to himself and never finding KID by wandering around the train car with a bunch of strangers. He had reached his hand up several times to rip out the headphones, thinking of at least trying to hear what was going on.
He jumped two feet in the air as a hand tapped his shoulder, hand going up to grab onto the fingers. Slender, dexterous, small callouses from gripping a card gun. KID.
Conan sighed in relief, dropping his hand back down.
"Where is he?"
The fingers bent into his hand, the message faster than the previous ones.
Taken care of.
Conan groaned slightly.
"You didn't cause a scene, did you?"
There was a pause.
Not too bad. Some men volunteered to take him to the police.
Conan sighed. KID was a showoff; of course, he caused a scene of some sort.
"Let's just hope that was our only encounter this trip."
A station later, Kaito saluted the group of men who forcefully escorted the pickpocket out the train doors. Kaito almost giggled as Conan simply tapped his cane against the ground and the man flinched away from him, acting like the blind disguised boy was a rabid dog. Kaito couldn't exactly blame him; he had seen more hardened criminals wither and crack at the intimidating glare of the detective. He had gotten off light with the sunglasses as a protective barrier.
Sure enough, the rest of the trip was uneventful. Kaito got off three stations later, dragging Conan with him. They walked the familiar streets of Ekoda, and Kaito's anxiety only skyrocketed as he led Conan through his regular stomping grounds. The probability of Snake or Spider or any of their cronies finding out them now was much higher, and they were in the open, in a less then crowded street. He felt very exposed, even with his disguise. Kaito's poker face hardened and cemented onto his face; he couldn't lose it now, especially with Conan by his side.
Finally, the Blue Parrot gleamed in the distance. He knew it was closed at almost ten in the morning, but Jii-chan would be there. Kaito's pace sped up slightly in his haste to get back into some semblance of safety. Conan was quick to follow his stride, seeming to notice his urgency. Kaito stopped at a crosswalk, taking a deep breath as Conan stuttered to a stop beside him. What was he doing? If he blew it now, with possible enemies watching him he was screwed. Relax, and poker face.
He took a glance at his younger companion. He was standing casually, cane rolling against the ground, blissfully unaware of some things going on around him. If Conan's criminal detector wasn't going off, then they must be somewhat in the clear, right? There was no reason to rush or panic. Kaito sighed once again, going at a much easier pace.
Conan stopped as KID tapped his shoulder. He flinched as he felt the headphone in his ear get pried out, leaving one of his ears drinking up the street sounds of some unknown place in a rush of stimulus. He gasped slightly at the overwhelming noise only to hear KID say.
"We are here. I need to talk to my associate first so don't move and don't let anyone kidnap you until I get back. I will let you know it is me."
Then the headphone was shoved unceremoniously back in his ear, leaving Conan back into the world of classical music. He nodded, more for himself then KID and took to standing completely still and tried not to think about the various sounds he had picked up in the three seconds the headphone had been out.
Kaito hated leaving Conan alone and vulnerable, but it really would take a minute to prepare Jii-chan for their previous enemy's arrival. He didn't want to blindside him completely. He left a transmitter on Conan's clothes, just in case, and pushed his way into the familiar bar.
He was instantly comforted by the dimly lit bar and recognizable green billiards tables, his second home away from home. At seeing the place supposedly deserted, he called out.
"Jii-chan? Are you here?"
There was a thud in the back room, and Jii came out, looking incredibly worried.
"Kaito Bocchama! You made it."
Kaito smiled kindly as Jii swept him into an embrace.
"Yes Jii-chan. I made it back. Everything ok? Nobody dropped by?"
Jii stepped back, his elderly face serious.
"No, no one has come looking for you. Is it the one? Is it Pandora?"
Kaito nodded, his indigo eyes flashing excitedly.
"Yes Jii-chan, but I will explain more in a second. I need you to do me a favor."
Jii cocked his head to the side.
"Anything for you Bocchama, just say the word."
He narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Does it have anything to do with Edogawa Conan?"
Kaito winced at the tone. As he thought, Jii-chan wasn't going to like this very much. He pointed a thumb over his shoulder.
"I brought someone for you to babysit."
Jii's face fell as he asked incredulously.
"You brought him here? Why?"
Kaito held up his hands, trying to pacify the old man.
"Relax, I blindfolded him and plugged his ears, so he doesn't know where he is."
He paused, frowning thoughtfully.
"I don't think he knows where he is anyway."
He couldn't underestimate the detective; Conan could know exactly where he was from the few seconds he had pulled out the headphones. Jii dragged a weary hand down his face.
"Kaito Bocchama, when will you stop being so reckless?"
Kaito chuckled.
"Kaitou KID is a reckless character Jii-chan. I just need you to watch over him and make sure he doesn't get kidnapped or murdered while I make a supply run."
Jii raised an eyebrow skeptically, before he relented, sighing.
"Fine Bocchama, if you trust him."
Kaito nodded and strode quickly outside. Conan was right where he had left him, standing perfectly still and pretending to look at the scenery. Kaito drummed his fingers against his shoulder in a series of taps, first one, then four, then one, then two. 1412, his namesake. Conan visibly relaxed.
"Took you long enough."
Kaito snatched his wrist, leading the boy inside the deserted bar carefully as not to let him sense anything. He watched Jii's face contort in distrust as he calmly led his greatest threat into his home base.
"All right, where do you want him?"
Jii beckoned slightly, and Kaito dragged Conan back to a back room, a storage room where Jii kept supplies for the bar, alcohol, silverware, the fridge for food, among another random assortment of things packed in boxes on shelves. The international thief brought in the backpack and set it down next to Conan. He turned to see Jii in the doorway holding on to a chair. Kaito nodded as he set it down next to the detective. His hand slid up the detective's arm to tap his ear. Conan responded instantly, pulling the headphones out of his ears with a relieved exhale. Kaito said clearly, directing the boy to sit on the chair offered.
"I need to discuss something with my assistant, then I am gone. I don't mind you being able to hear, but I do ask you keep the blindfold on, at least for now. Is that acceptable?"
Conan nodded seriously. They had come so far, and even he knew without this barrier he would unintentionally trying to find details in the room he was in.
"Yes. I will. How long will you be gone?"
Kaito glanced over to where Jii was in the doorway, directing his words at him as well.
"I shouldn't be gone for longer than an hour. I will have a radio for emergency reasons."
"Do I have to stay like this?"
Conan gestured down at his disguise. Kaito chuckled.
"If you can figure out how to get dressed while blind, be my guest. My assistant can help you I suppose."
Kaito stood up straight, directing his words at Jii.
"I just ask that he is treated hospitably, as he is an ally this time around. He has promised not to pry or try to figure out the location of this random safe house or our identities."
Jii nodded, not daring to speak in the presence of the dangerous detective. Conan reached down, fingers seeking something. Kaito obliged his request, pulling the backpack strap toward him.
"Here you go. As soon as I get back, we can get back to planning. Don't miss me too much."
Kaito didn't need to see through the glasses to feel the eye roll.
"Sure thing KID."
Kaito stepped toward the door when he heard the barely audible murmur.
"Be careful."
He turned back to look at the detective, who was sitting there like he hadn't said anything at all. Kaito smirked.
"See you soon, Tantei-kun."
He shut the door behind him, leaving Conan alone in the room. Jii whispered.
"So he just thinks this is a nonimportant safe house?"
Kaito nodded, glancing toward the door.
"Yeah, and I don't think he knows anything about you either."
"Do you trust him?"
Kaito hesitated at the abrupt question. Did he trust the detective? He smirked.
"I trust that he will take down our enemies Jii-chan. He willingly let himself come here, blind and deaf, and has already taken so many precautions to keep my secrets. He wouldn't have done all that if he wanted them. I trust him Jii-chan."
Jii stared at Kaito for a moment, before he relented.
"All right Kaito-sama. I have some of your supplies here, so what other errands do you need to run."
Kaito glanced toward the door.
"Need to run home and see what I can grab from my hideout there. I also need to check in on Aoko and Nakamori Keibu, as well as the task force from the hospital last night."
Kaito held up a coms device he had taken out of the backpack Conan had brought.
"Call me if anything happens."
Jii patted his shoulder.
"Sure thing Kaito Bocchama. Same thing with you. Call if something happens."
Kaito smirked as he strode across the bar. His hand was on the handle as Jii called after him.
"Kaito-sama?"
Kaito paused, looking back at his loyal assistant. Jii's eyes shone with unshed tears as he almost whispered, clear in the almost silent bar.
"Your father would have been very proud."
Kaito froze, his eyes stinging at the sudden emotion that threatened him. He didn't trust himself to speak as he waved, whisking out the door toward the Nakamori's house.