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The kiss was over almost as fast as it had been done. Hakuba had been nervous, and a little ill at the thought, but the barely-there press of lips, which he had washed, was safe enough. Though he may have to wash his own later, just in case. Disinfectant didn’t get rid of everything, and he wasn’t sure if this Hakuba kept himself as clean as he did. If he kissed other – the thought making his stomach churn – or what he brought to his mouth.
He shifted a little as he felt the others gaze on him, and he couldn’t help but feel like a bug under a magnifying glass. The thought made him more nervous then he already was, and extremely uncomfortable. It wasn’t like he’d exactly wanted to do this, but he had made it a point in his life, never to back down from a challenge, and so here he was; facing his other self in a situation that was not exactly pleasant.
Hakuba scoffed at the thought of being compared to Kaitou KID, he was no thief. He followed the law to a T, and worked for them. There was no way he would ever steal anything, let alone repeatedly. The thought angered him, though he pushed it back down. A flush rose up on his cheeks as the detective continued to to talk, and he couldn’t help but feel insulted.
like the other was making fun of him.
“No one has ‘taught’ me how to kiss. I find the very idea of it, disgusting. As for my name my name is Hakuba Saguru.” His words had a bit of bite to them, still feeling the prick of the tease earlier.
“Hakuba Saguru?” He replied, tone dripping with incredulity as he tilted his head to the other side. “My dear boy, you could not possibly be the Hakuba Saguru, for any Hakuba Saguru worth anything knows the finer art of kissing. Any idea to the contrary is preposterous."
Hakuba shook his head, hands folding behind his back which aided his posturing – tall, broad-shouldered, confident – and began, again, to pace around the other in amusement.
"You see,” the more vocal half-brit began, stepping onto the metaphorical soapbox. “There are an estimated 157 different kisses that one can give, each with their own meaning and intent. Without the emotion behind it, you can hardly call it a kiss at all; simply physical contact between two parts of the body. No, no, my young friend, in order for it to be a kiss, you MUST have feeling, which you have unfortunately fallen short of.”
He spun on his heel in almost military fashion and stood at attention, eyes narrowed as he surveyed his audience, brows raising. “‘Oh, but wait,’ you might say. ‘My kiss conveyed reluctance and lack of desire, which is a valid emotion and motive in and of itself, therefore making it a valid kiss’ – and if that was your intent, then I suppose you have succeeded… but in doing so have created a horrendous crime.”
“Kissing is a way to express something to another person… why, therefor, would you choose to express such a negative and unfavorable emotion upon another person? Why would you, in the face of such an opportunity, willingly defer to the idea that it is acceptable to give anything less than your best in good spirit and admiration for this other, living, breathing, feeling being? Have you no heart at all, my dark shadow?”
“Who has wronged you in such a way to make you feel as though you’ve no alternative but to bruise my already broken heart with such a paltry offering? I ask you; was it simply an misinformed mistake? Shall I grant you the opportunity to make amends, set this wrong right, absolve you of your crime and send us both on our ways as better people?”
After a moment to finally take a breath, he offered a pleading glance and an open palm. “Please, you must tell me. Shall it be so?”