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[theotherknight.livejournal.com]

Walking through the hallways slowly, though not without a destination in mind, Hakuba Saguru was deep in thought. Obviously many years older than another Saguru, this one was in his late thirties and using a cane to support his left leg as he walked. His dress was reminiscent of an english professor; tweed jacket, tan pants and a shirt set off by a dark brown tie. And a mostly hidden bulge under his left arm, from a gun in a shoulder holster.

Someone perceptive (or intrusive) enough to notice the ragged scar tissue on his right wrist, mostly hidden by his sleeve, might connect this Saguru to the one who used to wander the mansion attached to 1412.

Disturb? >_

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[theotherknight.livejournal.com]

"I'm afraid I'll have to decline that bet, Kaito-kun." Hakuba uses the name as something fo a gift to himself; to know his assassin's true name, to use it properly, is something he's wanted to do ever since he found it out. Not that it was ever possible.

[isacrazyeight.livejournal.com]

Eight makes a particularly sour face at the use of his real name. "You're not my Saguru-kun, so could you not call me Kaito? Or for that matter, Kuroba? You can call me Eight, instead."

[theotherknight.livejournal.com]

Saguru knows that name - or rather, the number. He remembers 1412 hissing about him often through the time he'd had his leg broken. And that was odd, the seepage of forgotten memories about this place. He remains silent on that, no hint that he knows who Eight is better than he might for a first meeting.

"Eight, then."

He shifts a little uncomfortably; standing for long is always awkward for him, and moves a few steps to a nearby door in the corridor, utilising the mansion's properties to open a door into a comfortable sitting room. Plus, a comfortable setting might make Eight more ameanable to talking about himself.

"Would you care to join me?"

[isacrazyeight.livejournal.com]

Eight nods. "And you're Saguru-guru, but not my Saguru-guru." Because his Saguru-guru would have seen through the bullshit about a man and his twelve friends in a heartbeat. The wheelchair-bound former thief nods again, smiling brightly.

"This thing gets uncomfortable after a while anyway. It's a good thing they didn't go for my arms, too."