He swallowed, whatever faint flash of relief flickering through him at getting that shadow, that thing, away from the detective disappearing in an instant as dark mist settled around them. Arms wrapping tightly around the blonde and hands curling almost painfully into the back of his shirt, protectively, blue eyes gazed around the room, searching for any sign of the shadow and any hint on how it planned to attack next.
“I-I’m sorry,” Kaito whispered, voice momentarily catching in his throat. No amount of apologies would be enough though. Hakuba could’ve died. If he hadn’t—
“I didn’t think it would— I thought I’d lost it.”
He shook his head in an attempt to clear it, forcing the panic and fear away as best he could in place of a determined and serious expression, a quiet, shaky breath leaving his throat. “…Fire. From what I’ve been able to figure out, it’s weak against fire. Do you have anything we can use as a torch? Or a room without cracks, perhaps, that it can’t get into…?”
The shadow watched them for a long moment, seething and gritting it’s would be teeth. It then quietly slipped back outside through the crack under the door.
The moonlight was bright, illuminating the darkened streets despite the loss of lights caused by the shadows darkness.The closer to All Hallows Eve it grew the bigger the shadows reach seems to get. It slithered up the side of the house, shadows slowly extending, engulfing, overtaking.
Soon The structure had completely been engulfed by writhing bubbling shadow, blocking out even the light from the moon and trapping the two inside. The mist filling the house growing with it; going from a minor itch to a painful irritation of the throat and lungs.
“There’s no room that would be adequate in terms of that sort of security, I’m afraid,” Hakuba muttered in response, refusing to let go of Kaito for the moment. The skin on his neck ached with that burning, but staying close seemed more important. And Kaito was offering details. Concrete facts that he could focus on, work with. He caught a little more of his breath, then turned his head toward the east wing, eyes narrowing in thought.
“However… the kitchen will have fire. The stove is gas. The are matches. Flambe torches. Flammable cooking sprays. Candle lighters. Charcoal. Lighter fluid. It might not be enough, but…"
His voice trailed off as the light in the reception area of the mansion faded. Glancing at the glass panes, thin curtains more a bane then than ever, he sucked in a breath and swallowed hard. Which hurt, both inside and out. Then he pushed, struggling to get to a stand while attempting to drag Kaito with him.
”…we’ll set the estate on fire if we have to.“