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alex almost wishes he could enjoy the city -- while ian had taught him enough japanese to get by when he was younger ( and mi6 taught him enough in the span of two weeks to be fluent now ), he’d never been to tōkyō before -- but he’d been sent to tōkyō to keep an eye out on suspicious activity, like his job in wimbledon two years ago, and so despite him “playing” on his switch and drinking some strawberry ramune, he’s keeping an eye out.

[ of course, that job in wimbledon had involved him getting into the cross-hairs of the chinese triads and getting swept away into stopping a nuclear holocaust in russia. somehow, alex has a feeling that this will end up in a similar way ( it always does ). ] 

alex doesn’t react when he notices an old man mutter to himself. to most people, they’d brush it off as someone making mental notes to themselves, but alex has always had good instincts, and there was something in the man’s posture... he was nervous, certainly, and the way that his chin was slightly angled meant that he was talking into his collar rather than to himself. 

alex hums to himself as he twists the left stick three times to the left and then once to the right. smithers had outfitted the switch with a lot of fun gadgets, including one where alex could listen into frequencies as long as he could find the right one. no, that was the tv in the store, no, that was a radio -- there. 

《 -- ree possible exits from this alleyway, and the police are sure to cover all of them. so, we’re going to need to do something to guide them away from your chosen route, botchama. 》

《 whose to say that we have to use one of those three? i found another option, and while it may not be the most fun, it’ll certainly work for our purposes. 》

《 tomorrow night, then. i’ll drop the note off to the police on my way back. 》

『ne, ne, nii-chan, are you american?』alex is ripped away from overhearing the rest of the conversation by a group of elementary school kids. it’s happened to him a few times already -- apparently young children get a kick out of seeing foreigners, especially blonde ones. 

he starts to answer their questions, but when alex looks up to see whether or not the old man had left, to his not-surprise, he’s gone. so, tomorrow night, something is going to happen, and they’re dragging the police into it. 

... hopefully this isn’t going to be a murder, he thinks. 

                                            ↳ the next night. 

well, rather than a murder, it seems like a performance. alex had read the newspapers for today to know that kaitō kid, or phantom thief 1412, was doing a heist near the location that alex had overheard the old man ( and he guesses the phantom thief, who sounded... young. maybe around his age, a little older ), and alex was kind of surprised by the spectacle of it all.

aren’t thieves supposed to steal in the dead of the night and not draw attention to themselves, he wonders, looking at all of the screaming fan-girls. he had googled the thief when he realised the heist tonight had been the plan he had overheard, and he was surprised to see the multitude of fans this guy seemed to have. he had disappeared for a long while before coming back about three years ago. since then, he’s apparently stolen a multitude of things, but mostly jewels, but he gives the authentic articles back. alex wasn’t sure why somebody would go through the whole heist in order to give what they stolen back, but maybe he just liked the attention ? 

he’d been thinking that he could go back to the previous location where he’d initially overheard the plan between the two, but he had no idea as to where the alternate route would have been. 

instead, he decided to go to the location of the heist. he may be able to stop the theft from happening, or, at least, overhear enough that he could figure out where they were going and beat them there. unfortunately, it would probably be weird to be on his switch during this chaos, so it seemed like that was a bust unless he went somewhere else first. 

alex winces when he feels a sudden ache in his chest -- right where the sniper from scorpia that tried to assassinate him shot him. alex automatically looked up, scouring the rooftops. there was a shift and -- there ! he could see a glint of light that could only come from a sniper rifle. he wonders, wildly, if this was a police officer or if this was someone kaitō kid was working with. or, even worse, someone who was drawn in by the crowd and decided that they would cause the maximum damage firing into a busy crowd such as this. 

“I’m saying that Kaito-sama will take you anywhere you’d like, the amusement park, the zoo, THE AQUARIUM... Anywhere, and for FREE at that!”

Famous last words from the infamous fish lover hater. Perhaps he never thought Aoko would take him up on his offer, or perhaps he was just naming locations and completely forgot what an Aquarium was... But now that he’s suggested and verbally approved it, he has no other options but to see through this request.

With the sun high in the sky on this warm Saturday morning, Aoko waltzes up to his front door with her helmet in tow, Aquarium brochure in hand as she knocks and waits for Kaito to open the door.

She waits, yes-- But she’s already shouting her request through the door.

“Kaito! Wake-up! We’re going to see the new Penguin Show today, remember?”

     there’s a looseness to his shoulders that he hasn’t really felt since... well, since mi6 blackmailed him into his first mission ( because even during his “downtime”, he had always been wondering when mi6 would “ask” for his help again ), but good company and a successful day would do that. vermouth had let him have the weekend off ( “a reward for your good work,” she says through blood red lips, and alex tries not to think about how the information he had “gathered” would be useless to the organisation ), and alex had turned up without plans to kudō and his boyfriend’s place. 

     kudō had already been going to ōsaka to visit a friend and had invited alex along, and alex had finally met hattori heiji, the detective of the west. hattori had been both surprised and upset at the newest update with the organisation and complained to kudō about being kept out of the loop, but was quite friendly and was super willing to play tour guide to alex and kudō. they had spent the day going around ōsaka, hitting some popular tourist attractions and some places that hattori said they had to go. 

     now, they were at an okonomiyaki place that hattori said was the best in ōsaka and, despite not having been to any other okonomiyaki places, alex has to really agree. it was crispy, the meat was pretty good, and the toppings that hattori said he had to add made it taste all the more better. 

     he’s in the middle of his third one ( what ? he’s been growing a lot, and, well, he’s already grown one inch from when he had essentially “moved” to japan ), and he’s grinning as hattori, talking about their day, asks, ‘ wha’ did that woman speakin’ italian say in th’ first place ? she got really nervous when ya responded back ta her. ’

hollis stands at the central hub, one hand braced against the counter and the other using just a little too much force as she works her way through chart notes on an ipad, the pencil hitting the surface with a rhythm of sharp taps. the hospital is crazy as usual — a symphony of ringing phones and chiming monitors accompanied by the shouts of angry patients and the hushed arguments from staff about bed availability. it's the kind of chaos that might leave a person feeling overwhelmed if they hadn't been primed for it since birth — which hollis had been, thank you very much. it's all background noise to her, almost comforting in a way thanks to how familiar it is. she flips the ipad closed, shoving it back into it's holder before running a hand through her hair, the blonde strands already coming loose from the poor attempt she'd made to keep them contained hours ago. "if one more person pages me without actually reading a chart, i'm gonna start charging a consult fee," she huffs out, tilting her head at harper curiously — half joking, but also... maybe not. "which med student do you think would be most likely to slip me a fifty if i invoiced them?"

@iridcsccnt​​ asked: from nonverbal memes: [ surprise ] ( with ur akira and my kaito ~ )

[ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation

Why was Kaito at his place? He seems interested in the little coffee shop that he lives above but why was he here? Sure they have gotten closer and even know each other’s secret identities. (He didn’t tell about the rest of the group since that was none of his business.) Then again, how did he find out about this place? He didn’t remember mentioning it to him.

「    So far so good. He managed to make it past the police’s radar for now.

In exchange of the white suit, the sinner moved like a shadow in the dark, making his way further down the narrow path and distancing himself from the current chaos occurring in the main streets of the city. KID had no time to stick around to find out what the aftermath would turn out like, knowing that he had to vanish from the scene as quickly as possible.

The unexpected shooting on the roof had caused quite the ruckus for tonight’s heist.

“ Honestly, why are there so many troublesome guys showing up tonight ? ” he remarks for his own ears to hear, the dry words muttered like a passing whisper. Turning at a corner, the thief barely takes a few steps forward when he suddenly seems to halt his pace. Moving himself closer to one of the walls on instinct, he blends with the darkness as soon as he had caught sight of something moving farther ahead on the dark alley path.

For a moment, he remains silent, listening attentively as he looks searchingly in the dark for movement, sharp eyes slightly narrowing under the visor of his black cap. Yet nothing seems to happen, making him close to wonder if what he saw was simply his imagination, when...

“ ... Do come out. I know you’ve been listening in on my frequency for a while. ”     」

it was, perhaps, too easy for alex to sneak through the crowds even after the shooting had occurred. he had taken notes of the exits when he had arrived, and he was travelling through the one he thought would be the best ( isolated, close enough to a main street where he could attempt to blend in ). 

alex, however, stops when he hears the slight whisper of words behind him, and he ducks into the shadows on instinct. his own eyes try to track where the words may have came from, but not being able to see anything. his fingers twitch as he changes his glasses to thermal vision, and he sees someone in the shadows of another wall, bright orange in comparison to the cool blue of the rest of the walls. 

alex narrows his eyes, pretty sure that this wasn’t one of those shooters but unsure of who it might be when the figure says, “...do come out. i know you’ve been listening in on my frequency for a while.” with that, alex realises just who this is. he debates for a few moments whether or not it’d be smarter to stay hidden or if he wanted some answers, but... 

( curiosity might have killed the cat, but he was certainly not a cat. ) 

alex steps out of the shadows, head tilted and face barely illuminated by the moonlight. he’s honestly a little bit surprised that the other realised he had been listening in -- he had never really known smithers’s technology to fail in certain ways; although, smithers had warned him that could happen if the other person’s technology was sophisticated enough or if their ears were sensitive enough. 

@iridcsccnt​ asked: 👉( for akira to talk about raidou & holmes ! )

“Well... it’s hard to talk about Raidou since I barely know about him but from what I know (and what Toki seems to rave about), he isn’t that much different from a Persona user. He just gathers demons instead of Persona which I’m told is essentially the same thing.” 

There was a pause as he couldn’t help but think about what he just said. Confusion was clearly written on his face but he continued on anyway.

“Raidou seems to be diligent on what he does but he seems guarded as if he rarely lets people in. Then again, it seems he doesn’t depend on others but who knows. Holmes, on the other hand... ”

A light laugh escaped his lips as if he couldn’t believe he was talking about him.