Catch Me If You Can (Yuukoku No Moriarty X Reader) REPUBLISHED AND DISCONTINUED

Chapter 2

Y/n POV

Horses pulling carriages and people walk by the large statue that stands in the middle. Standing at the foot of the statue, a young boy plays the accordion, quite terribly if you ask me. Sitting a bit in front of him lays a copper cup, meant for any money he would accumulate from anyone who would pass by.

'That instrument definitely isn't his,' I think as I stand next to William, or when I'm addressing him in public, Lord William. 'He looks like he's working so hard to produce those off-tune noises. It is a risk thinking this boy has anything to do with the homeless victim, but I have heard that the homeless these days have a good communication system set up.'

Without a second thought, William walks up to the boy, with me following behind him, and flicks a silver coin into the cup. He then places both hands behind his back, his walking cane is his right hand, as I do the same. Even though I'm a mess in private, I can't let that image ruin the Moriarty's in public, even to someone who lives on the street. I owe too much to them to ever do that.

"I'd like to have a brief word with you," William says while waving another silver coin in the air, coxing him to give up information. "Would you mind?" he asks, still showing the coin. The kid looks over at me, giving me a look that says he's suspicious of me.

'I'm a butler... What is there to worry about? I could beat you up in the middle of the street, but you don't know that,' I think to myself, silently chuckling to myself while keeping a neutral face on

"Don't worry about them," William says, noticing the boy's glare directed towards me. "Y/n's just my butler. They won't say a word unless absolutely necessary," he reassures the boy. The boy agrees and both of them begin to head to a tavern, me keeping a few paces behind them, not wanting to intrude on the false sense of privacy.

As we approach the door, William turns to me and says, "Stay outside. He doesn't seem to trust you." 

I look him directly in the eyes before saying, "Yes, my Lord. Anything else I can do for you?" in a stoic voice.

"No. Just don't make any trouble," he says before turning back and heading into the run-down building.

'Do I just stand outside the door or something?' I think as I replay William's words through my head. 'I guess so.'

I slightly lean against the side of the building as I wait. A few people look at me as they pass by, but no one says anything, probably the best for everyone. The last time I talked to a random stranger it didn't end well for anyone involved. Someone got stabbed, someone cried, I won't go into the details but no one makes me cry.

'So who murdered these boys?' I think to myself, trying to entertain myself. 'Current evidence points to a rich man who visited all of those businesses where the shop owner's son was killed. Not to mention the messenger boy who likely visited the club the murder belonged to. Hopefully, this kid has some information because if not, a lot more work will have to be done by yours truly. Like talking," I shudder at the thought.

Carefully, I observe the citizens walking by, not wanting to be caught staring. 'What is it like not seeing the world the way it is? What is it like to believe in the illusion that society presents to us? Wait, now I sound like quack...Actually, I sound like William,' I quietly chuckle to myself, catching a few more eyes.

To my left, I hear the door to the tavern open. Turning my head, I look to see who it was. To my luck, it was the person I had been thinking about. 'Where are we headed, William?' I ask him in my head. Since he was the closest thing to a psychic, he perfectly read my mind.