[The ease and simplicity of Johto travel had spoiled Kaito completely, no doubt. Finding his way to the foggy, dreary New England region of the United States had taken him much longer and was much more difficult than he had originally anticipated. Life on Earth wasn't filled with hours upon hours of free time, nor were the routes between cities (countries) easy three-day-to-a-week treks through the wilderness. Plane tickets were expensive, almost too expensive for a Japanese teenager living by himself, and he had to scrounge up and save every last yen he could to make sure he could afford this trip.
And all of this hinged on whether he could actually find Heather Mason in the first place. On whether they truly did share a world, or if they were dimensions upon dimensions apart. But after a year and a half of friendship, there was no way he wasn't going to put forth the effort needed to confirm or deny her presence on his Earth.
... locating Heather Mason hadn't been an easy task, not even for one of the world's greatest criminals. But the sleepy tourist attraction of Silent Hill had been rather simple to find, and that have proven to be an incredibly starting place.
That was how Kaito Kuroba, while on his yearly winter break from his school studies, determinedly bought himself a plane ticket and crossed the globe to track down a girl he had met on a world that only existed in most people's imaginations.
Silent Hill had been his first stop, though he had been acutely aware of the low probability of finding her there. This town-- as he remembered-- was a nightmare for one of his closest Johto friends, and he didn't linger long enough to really see the damage beneath the sleepy town's service. His searches from there took him to Heather's old, abandoned apartment (appropriately hours and hours away from the town she called hell), and it was all he could do not to sink into crushing disappointment when that lead turned out to be a dead end. He wasn't about to give up just yet, however... that phrase wasn't in the Kuroba's vocabulary, and in a world where Heather Mason existed, one Douglas Cartland had to exist too, right? Acquiring her new address (and name?) from the friendly detective helped stave off any fears he may have had about her remembering him, and once that information was obtained... well.
Now there was only a door.
A door that Katio was currently staring at, half in disbelief, half in excited anticipation. Sixth months was an incredibly long time (and who knew how much longer she had stayed in Johto than he had)? His travel bag was slung loosely over his shoulder, his shirt wrinkled and untucked in all of his casual-slacker glory. The piece of paper with Heather's new address was clutched loosely in between his fingers, and with a deep breath, he finally allowed a hopeful smile to curl around the corners of his lips.
Sixth months is really too long.
There was no point in putting it off any longer. He had come this far. All that was left to do now was to knock.
He rapped his knuckles sharply against the door of her new home, and waited]
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And all of this hinged on whether he could actually find Heather Mason in the first place. On whether they truly did share a world, or if they were dimensions upon dimensions apart. But after a year and a half of friendship, there was no way he wasn't going to put forth the effort needed to confirm or deny her presence on his Earth.
... locating Heather Mason hadn't been an easy task, not even for one of the world's greatest criminals. But the sleepy tourist attraction of Silent Hill had been rather simple to find, and that have proven to be an incredibly starting place.
That was how Kaito Kuroba, while on his yearly winter break from his school studies, determinedly bought himself a plane ticket and crossed the globe to track down a girl he had met on a world that only existed in most people's imaginations.
Silent Hill had been his first stop, though he had been acutely aware of the low probability of finding her there. This town-- as he remembered-- was a nightmare for one of his closest Johto friends, and he didn't linger long enough to really see the damage beneath the sleepy town's service. His searches from there took him to Heather's old, abandoned apartment (appropriately hours and hours away from the town she called hell), and it was all he could do not to sink into crushing disappointment when that lead turned out to be a dead end. He wasn't about to give up just yet, however... that phrase wasn't in the Kuroba's vocabulary, and in a world where Heather Mason existed, one Douglas Cartland had to exist too, right? Acquiring her new address (and name?) from the friendly detective helped stave off any fears he may have had about her remembering him, and once that information was obtained... well.
Now there was only a door.
A door that Katio was currently staring at, half in disbelief, half in excited anticipation. Sixth months was an incredibly long time (and who knew how much longer she had stayed in Johto than he had)? His travel bag was slung loosely over his shoulder, his shirt wrinkled and untucked in all of his casual-slacker glory. The piece of paper with Heather's new address was clutched loosely in between his fingers, and with a deep breath, he finally allowed a hopeful smile to curl around the corners of his lips.
Sixth months is really too long.
There was no point in putting it off any longer. He had come this far. All that was left to do now was to knock.
He rapped his knuckles sharply against the door of her new home, and waited]