Disclaimer- Gosho, not me, etc. This short is rated PG by the Motion Picture Association of America for language. The last "main" story in my Unprofessional Opinion series! Yay! There may be "side stories," done in a different format, but this is the last of the main line.

An Unprofessional Opinion-- Hakuba Saguru

You are seriously starting to worry me here, Junior. Not many people ask for their own psych profile, after all. In a lot of cases, of course, it'd be conflict of interest, but this isn't official, and it seems to be important to you, so I'm willing to go with it. Maybe once I do, you'll talk to me about why you want this information all of a sudden.

Okay, the subject is one Hakuba Saguru, age seventeen, of mixed Caucasian and Asian descent. Visual presentation is almost obsessively neat and overly formal, with clothing choices that are more appropriate on an Oxford professor than on a teenager, even one who works closely with several police forces. (We're not talking about the deerstalker and Inverness cape combination. Honestly, Junior, there is such a thing as taking an interest too far.) Hairstyle is conservative, low-maintenance, but long enough to say "intellectual" rather than "muscle." Basically, everything about the subject's appearance is low-key, and seems calculated to give the impression of intellectual maturity. He apparently only owns one pair of jeans, which he hasn't worn since Kid borrowed them for an impersonation a while back.

He's intelligent, easily past 180 on the New Standard Scale, possessed of an eidetic memory and an uncanny time sense. A voracious reader, he's fluent in both English and Japanese, and probably a few other languages to boot. In keeping with his stated obsession with Sherlock Holmes, he's skilled in a variety of mental and physical disciplines, including judo and fencing.

In most interactions, he tends to present with a confidence bordering on arrogant superiority. I'm told he was a hell of a lot worse before he started chasing Kid, though. Unsurprising, given that Kid is one of the few people both smart enough to challenge him, and flat-out weird enough not to be predictable. A few other discreet inquiries reveal that some of that arrogance went downhill after an encounter with Hattori Heiji. (I really, really gotta get the whole story behind that one. And why Edogawa looked so damn amused when Hattori was ranting.)

The subject has a single-minded focus that borders on obsessive fixation, and a possible addictive personality. Certainly the focus on Kid IS an addiction of sorts, since he's actually put himself on independent study so as to be able to fly between England and Japan at the drop of a top hat. So far this hasn't caused any significant interference with the subject's daily life, given that his intelligence allows him to keep up with his Japanese classmates and he has no social life to speak of.

Which brings up the next point-- he's as lonely as hell. His parents are separated by half a planet, so no matter which one he's with, the other is far away. And given the social and professional obligations of said parents, he doesn't get to spend a lot of time with the one he's living with, anyway. His emotional support structure basically consists of two classmates, one housekeeper, a certifiably insane jewel thief and one sarcastic psychiatrist. This is not healthy. (And no, Junior, the hawk does not count.)

It doesn't help that his frequent globe-trotting keeps the classmates and the housekeeper in only sporadic contact with him, and said sarcastic psychiatrist is also based on the other side of the globe. Given the family situation, I'd guess that he's spent most of his childhood moving from one place to another, and it quite simply got easier to keep people at arm's length rather than have to deal with losing friends once they were made. The biracial status couldn't have helped much either, especially in rather conformity-minded Japan. Not that English public schools are always the most open-minded of places either.

Given the subject's ability to keep people at a physical and emotional distance, the fact is that the only real friend he's got seems to be the thief he's trying to arrest, simply because you can't keep Kid out of anywhere, and the more you don't want him in a place, the harder he'll try to get in. Like the majority of the Task Force, he seems to have developed a protective streak where said thief is concerned, having stated on occasion that no one else is going to take Kid out before he gets a chance to capture him.

Best guess is that the subject is addicted to the adrenaline rush and mental challenge of chasing Kid, a rush that comes with no real risk, given the thief's non-violent nature. A loss is just that, a loss, with no real consequences other than disappointment for the chasers. As a result, he's invested a lot of time and emotional effort into the thief. And like a cat, said thief refuses to be kept in a neat little box, which means that the subject has to deal with a person rather than a puzzle for the first time in a very long time.

There's a whole truckload of unhealthy coping mechanisms here, but the brass ring of them all is the question of what's going to happen if something happens to the Kid. Capture's not likely to cause too many problems, especially since getting Kid to stay caught is a rather dicey proposition at best. What worries me, and a whole host of other people, is what happens if the Kid catches a bullet. Given that the subject has a marksmanship rating better than some cops I know, things could get very messy. Detectives, after all, aren't sworn to uphold the law, even if they are bound to it.

... Okay, Junior, I've been patient long enough. I'm headed over there, and if you aren't in the house when I get there, your housekeeper is gonna make sure you can't find your Holmes collection for a month and a half. We are going to talk. Because I want to know what's going on here, before somebody winds up dead.