Hakuba T. Saguru

          “Golden Eagles are especially beautiful. Watson is a Northern Goshawk, so I’m extremely fond of them. The Bat Falcon, Barn Owls, Common Kestrel, White-Tailed Eagles, and Ospreys are to name a few others that I like.”

               “I think I’d like to be a bird of prey, though I’d probably end up being a large or medium dog breed.”

               “I wouldn’t say that they are enemies per se. Most birds of prey are opportunistic hunters, by which they’ll take the chance if they can, but it is difficult to catch birds as prey. Personally, I’m fond of KID’s doves and wish to meet them. They are quite talented.” 

           “It is and I would. I’m very fond of birds of prey. I’ve always enjoyed working with Watson and learning about her.” 

               “That is a difficult question. I’ve never seen myself being anything other than a detective. Of course, I had the childhood dreams of being an astronaut when you’re at that age and have the imagination that you’ll be anything. If I had to think about it, realistically I’d most likely end up inheriting the Belmont business but my choice would actually be a veterinarian, specializing in wild animals.”

             “Well, to be honest, I’ve never met any of them personally. I’ve heard a lot about them. I read Kudo Yusaku’s work and my mother, I think, has spoken about Kudo Yukiko before. Most of the TMPD is fond of Kudo Shinichi, the Detective of the East, he’s a high school detective like me but for reasons unknown, he has stepped out of the spotlight. He’s the one I’d most love to meet.”

Sounds fantastic. Have you found anything in the area you like or might I make a suggestion?

           “Well, my mother had initially invited me to accompany her to the events, but once I got there, I had gotten wrapped up in a sabotage plan. She had been invited by a friend of hers, one who designs the ball gowns she wears. After the case was taken care of I did stay to enjoy the week and walk Paris. As for brands that I’m interested in it happens to depend on the year but I’m partial to Giorgio Armani.” 

Hakuba slid the paper over to him and listened half-deaf to the professor. It wasn’t like he hadn’t heard this before; besides, having a conversation with Kuroba was probably going to be more productive than anything today had to offer him. 

“What other classes do you have?” He asked hoping, just slightly, that they might have a few more together. 

            “A dinner and walk after. Nothing fancy just the simple interaction and conversation. Don’t let go of your imagination.”

            “Hot tea and strawberry shortcake. Family (Watson included) and my watch. What I want most is a friend. Rain showers and the smell of peonies remind me of home.”

            “ah … Iris, Daisy or Primrose, mostly for what they mean. I feel the most like my self with Kuroba (that’s kind of embarrassing to admit out loud) and Baaya. I’m tall and in good health. Non-physical, I’m smart, patient and openminded.”

            “A friend. There is nothing wrong with who you are. Something handmade that I could use or hold on to.”

“I’m glad you haven’t put it down completely. How are the Nakamori’s?” he asked with an easy smile, pulling out a plain covered journal and pen. He’d have to ask Kuroba about his desire for this field when strangers weren’t around. If he’d even be willing to talk to him about the matter. There were so many ideas as to why and most were about KID. Hakuba was leaning towards the good-intentioned ones than the possible malevolent kind. Kuroba was too good of a person for those to be a probability for him to consider.