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Day 35: North Street

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This area had a lot fewer people around... Good. That was good; too many people around would just make things difficult. The last thing he wanted was for some nurse to get her panties in a twist and take away his relative freedom. Now, if he could just find an alley...

Up ahead, he spotted a few buildings close together; the sign outside of one looked like it said something about mountains or antiques, or maybe both. Mountainous antiques. Antique mountains. Whatever.

As long as there wasn't too much space between one building and the next, the upcoming buildings would be perfect.

"C'mon, almost there," he told Hattori.

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"A lookout?" Heiji repeated, arching an eyebrow. Why the hell did Kaito need a lookout?

"What are you planning on doing, anyway?" the detective asked, shoving his hands in his pockets. "It isn't something that I'm going to have to hit you for later, is it?"

"Probably not," he said. "You'll laugh."

Once they reached the building, Kaito was satisfied by the alleys formed between buildings. The street behind them was more or less clear, so he walked to the other end of the buildings to check out the neighboring street. It was much busier than the one they'd come from, so he waved the detective over.

"Okay, stand guard here."

Heiji shrugged and stood where Kaito indicated.

"Y'know, it's illegal to piss on the street in America. Or are you relieving yourself in some other way? Because that, I probably don't want to know about."

Kaito laughed, amused by what the detective had decided he was up to. "I wish that was it," he said, reaching down to the hem of the thick hoodie. He was going to have to move fast and get the hell away once he was done. He shivered, gripping the hem.

He pulled up.

Hattori's eyes widened suddenly.

"Jesus, Kuroba! You aren't going t'fuckin' streak are you?! Because while I have y'r back 'n all, I'd prefer it t'be clothed...!"

Besides, a surefire way to get attention of the less-than-lenient nurses and orderlies was probably breaking a state law. Streaking was illegal in New Jersey, right?

"S-shut up and h-h-hold this, Hattori," Kaito said. He tossed the hoodie towards the detective, not particularly caring if the other boy caught it or not.

Now that the hoodie was gone, the panic from when he'd first set eyes on the shirt had returned. Preventing himself from looking down, he grabbed the sides of the shirt and pulled it off as quickly as he was able. He dropped it once it was off and scrambled away from the piece of clothing.

Heiji caught the hoodie alright, but he quickly freaked out and threw it back at Kaito's head.

"KUROBA, PUT THAT BACK ON!" He shouted, looking over briefly and seeing Kaito's bare back. "Christ! What if a nurse sees you?! What the fuck are you doing?!"

Kaito was relieved that the shirt was off, but now that it was, he was feeling rather cold. Thankfully, Hattori had thrown the hoodie back at him. It hit his back and fell to the ground, but he scooped it up quickly.

He pulled it on over his head, glad for the warmth. Maybe he should have found somewhere indoors to change... Nah, finding the alley was much quicker than finding a bathroom he could use would have been.

He hadn't answered Hattori's question yet, but for now, he just wanted to enjoy the feeling of relief.

Heiji looked back, hoping to whatever powers existed that Kaito wouldn't hand him his pants next. Fortunately, Kaito had his sweatshirt back on now. What the hell had just happened?

The detective, eyebrows raised almost to his hairline, looked at Kaito.

"Was your muffin bad or something? Because if I'm not mistaken, you just stripped and then redressed yourself for no apparent reason at all."

"T-there was a reason, Hattori," Kaito said. "Believe me, there was a reason."

He glanced at the ground briefly and shuddered. "Look down."

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Heiji looked down at the ground, spotting Kaito's shirt. He looked back up.

"It's your shirt. Did it bite you?"

He pointedly looked away from Hattori, and the shirt. Hattori already knew about his fear, so it wasn't like pointing out the specifics was going to do any particular harm. It could improve the any remains of the mood Hattori had been in earlier, would make the detective realize that Kaito had not, in fact, lost his mind, and strike a blow to Kaito's ego by revealing just how pathetic he was when fish were involved.

...Okay, so that last one was pretty harmful. And he really didn't like the idea of sharing the specifics with the detective now because of it. But... Well, he needed Hattori to understand that he hadn't gone crazy, and that was more important than his ego. Barely.

"Look at it."

Heiji shrugged, walked into the alley and picked up the shirt. He had to turn it back right-side out, but once he did he couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter.

"Oh my God."

Yep, there it was: the blow to his ego. Kaito scowled.

"Sure, laugh," he grumbled. He had expected Hattori to laugh from the beginning, but that didn't mean he had to be happy about it. "That is what the stupid nurse forced me into this morning. And that is what I had to get rid of as soon as possible."

He couldn't believe he'd let something with that design touch his skin. He shuddered again at the thought.

"One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish," Heiji recited, grinning away. "Isn' tha' in some kid's book 'r somethin'?" The detective chuckled again, but balled up the t-shirt and threw it into the garbage.

"Okay, okay, it's gone. But y'gotta admit, watchin' ya strip 'cause of a shirt... 's pretty damn funny."

Kaito wasn't sure whether or not it was in a kids book, but he did know he wanted nothing to do with the shirt. He was relieved to see Hattori throw it away and spare him the trouble of having to get anywhere near it again. He would have rather just left it sitting in the alley than have to touch it to throw it away.

"You wouldn't think it was so funny if it'd been you," Kaito muttered under his breath. That decided it: he had to figure out what Hattori was afraid of, just so he'd have a bit of leverage.

He gave the detective a shaky smile. "So, now that that's been taken care of..."

Heiji laughed, feeling his shoulders lift a bit. Damn it was good to have friends. He was feeling a thousand times better, and just because Kaito had an allergic reaction to his shirt.

"So now that's been taken care of...?" Heiji grinned, shoving his hands in his pockets and joining Kaito outside the alley. "What're you up ta? I gotta get Mom some candy, so I thought I'd go chat that chick up again."

Kaito shrugged. "I was hoping to talk to some of the people in town," he said. "Get any information I could, and hopefully convince them that we're not crazy and are being held against our collective will."

With the shirt fully out of sight and now being shoved into the furthest recesses of his mind, he was cheering up again quickly. His shaky smile widened into a much more confident grin. "I'll go with you to get the candy."

Maybe he could even snag some chocolate in the process.

"Awesome," Heiji grinned back at Kaito. "'M sure Kathy'll be happy t'help us. If we spin it the right way, at least.

"C'mon, it's this way!"

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The street seemed to be totally deserted. That was fine; it meant no witnesses, and no potential wrenches thrown into the works. Bourne was glad to see that his guess had been correct - there was an entire lot of cars on one side of the street, all used but serviceable.

He slowly altered his path, making it so he'd meander near one of the cars without seeming too suspicious. He only had one shot, and failure was not an option. He'd be out of here as quickly as the car could run.

As he drew alongside the car, Bourne nonchalantly busted its driver's-side window with his elbow. A shrieking alarm went off, and he winced slightly. Even if you were braced for it, those things were loud. Well, no chance of going quietly now, which he would have much preferred. The former asset quickly reached inside the car, beneath the steering column, and disconnected the shrill thing, then unlocked the vehicle from the inside. A few false starts later, he'd hotwired the vehicle and began to drive.

He knew things could still go wrong, but the hard part of the plan was over with. Now all he needed to do was run down anybody who tried to apprehend him again, and he could expose both this place, whatever the hell it was, and the CIA's Blackbriar program.

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