Monthly Archives: June 2013

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phantom-thief-kid:

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“Yes. I suppose you pieced together that affair with KID appearing to fly on a broomstick by now? Thank you.” He accepted the glass, letting the kiss happen. Hakuba being this nice was rather enjoyable and he didn’t wish to spoil it.

“Well, between that and Kudou turning into a little kid, I’m a bit more apt to believe some stuff I wouldn’t have otherwise considered.” He took a drink. After, he rubbed an eye with the back of his free hand. It was a bit irritated, like an eyelash was stuck in it.

Hakuba continued his efforts, eyes closed, paying attention to the scent and taste of Kaito’s skin, nodding here or there at appropriate times. But… there was a pause at Kudou’s name, and Hakuba pulled himself away, looking to Kaito’s face and hand. 

“Are you all right?” he asked, deciding not to comment on anything else. He leaned closer, concerned. He’d noticed earlier that the shade of his eyes hadn’t exactly matched the ones he’d previously committed to memory, but… that could be due to any number of factors. 

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phantom-thief-kid:

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“You wouldn’t believe me, Hakuba, even if I told you what they sought.” KID sat up and grinned. The hand contact didn’t go unnoted and it made him rather happy to see. “Sure.

“But, why not…? They seek the path to immortality. I only sought it to prevent them from getting their hands on it. Hard to believe, I know. The only reasons why I even considered it were due to a certain witch and due to how these ravens and crows are willing to kill for it.”

His eyes twinkled, the red faintly around the edges of his irises. He wasn’t quite aware of how colored non-prescription contacts were prone to slipping out of place.

Omitting the poison bit and omitting the curse would be wisest. It was something that needed to be taken in small chunks.

His name, again. It made it easier to believe. Hakuba took another pull from the glass, and took a seat on the edge of the bed, close. As the thief- no, Kaito- volunteered information, the detective paid attention, though somewhat distractedly. Far too busy observing. Memorizing details and features of his classmate and once enemy. 

“Certain witch. Koizumi-san, I’m assuming…" 

The half-brit moved closer, offering the glass to his companion, and in the process leaned into kiss lazily at his neck. Hakuba was fine with not talking for once. Relieved, even. 

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phantom-thief-kid:

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KID flopped on the bed, rather undignified when it was said and done. He stretched out. “I’ve made a few enemies in my short time as a phantom thief, in spite of my peaceful nature. They stop at nothing to gain a certain gem and it’s something I’m after as well.

“And the raven and crow thing is a metaphor for that group. I picked up the term due to their fondness for wearing all black uniforms. They are…” KID frowned. Once he divulged this, Hakuba would probably do something stupid.

“Well, I think they’re attempting what should be impossible.” Like become immortal. Nobody knew yet about what happened to him; Heiji and Sazerac just knew about the strange lines along his veins and the eyes. And, in a way, what happened to Kudou and Miyano could also be considered that, albeit more in the ‘become young again and go from there’ way.

Hakuba listened, and as he did he drank. When he finished, he set the glass down and returned to the bottle.

“More secrets,” he said, then again let his gaze be drawn to the bed. “To be expected, I suppose. All I know is that I’m to avoid them… as if Igo looking for trouble.”

The detective took his newly filled glass with him as he crossed the room to the bed, His free hand traced the edge of the covers, eyes on Kaito while he walked around to his side. Fingertips brushed what he could reach of the thief absently, casually. 

“Would you like more?" 

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Some Nights (blackfeatherswhitedoves)

blackfeatherswhitedoves:

“I know what I’m doing.  This is just more difficult when the passenger is older.”  KID noticed Hakuba clinging, but for the moment this actually helped, so he was in a way grateful.  He was paying more attention to the wind currents, however.  Good thing they were keeping them aloft, though not as steady a height as he preferred.

They would need to land sooner than he’d planned.  KID could only hope it would give them the distance they needed.  He scanned the landscape below them, steering for a relatively clear area, or as close as he was likely to find when they were so deep in the city.

“As much as I appreciate your cooperation, when we get closer to the ground I need you to unwrap.  We’ll both need to run a little.  But if I push you, roll away.”  He hoped he was still being fairly polite, but now wasn’t much of a time to worry about that.  The guys in black didn’t care about manners or flash.  They wanted blood, and that’s not the sort of crowd KID particularly wanted to please.

Hakuba, who normally enjoyed flying well enough, did not particularly like this instance of being in the air. There was no seat belt, no comfortable chair, no complimentary cocktail. Instead the howling wind obscured pieces of the phantom thief’s commands, which called far too much attention on the detective’s part to try to listen. But he understood. 

“Yes, yes, very good, whatever you like!”

At least, it’s hoped that he understood what Kaitou had tried to tell him. 

Stomach clenched even more tightly than his limbs around the thief, Hakuba felt distinctly unsorted. 

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askkudoushinichi:

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“Oh well… in that regard. I guess I already consider him an equal.” How much more obvious could he really be? If only he could keep his mouth shut as easily as he could solve puzzles.

“He’s a good kid, I guess. He likes to stick his nose in where it doesn’t belong though, and it’s really gotten him into trouble a few times.”

He was still looking for a way to push the conversation back to Hakuba himself.

“I think he looks up to you. You’re a detective too so I bet he’d love to hear some stories. What kind of cases have you handled in the past?”

“Ah, a wide variety, to be honest… I suggest we walk to the cafe before getting too deeply into that, if that is agreeable with you? Unless you suppose that your childhood friend would object of my taking your time.”

There was something, at least; Kudou was interested in hearing about his cases. Hakuba managed a smile, turning toward the direction of the cafe, though he kept his gaze over his shoulder at Kudou himself.

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Super Secret Tips to win Hakuba’s Heart

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(( Hakuba might not even know these so use them carefully…))

1) Give him a dragon

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He was obsessed with dragons when he was an ickleba – had plushies, toys, books, posters, bed spread… dragons dragons dragons. They’re all gone now and he’s largely forgotten that he once wrote an essay about how dragons were real and that his father needed to acknowledge and respect this. But then, he was six years old. He still pays attention whenever they’re mentioned, he just doesn’t exactly remember why. 

2) Animals of pretty much any kind (except for large, angry dogs)

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Yeaahh… Hakuba is just a big softy when it comes to animals. He gets along with them far better than people. Particular favorites are dogs, horses, and of course his pet hawk. (also tigers, shh)

3) Hand-written letters

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He just really likes them, but can’t find any reliable pen pals. 

4) REMEMBER HIS PREFERENCES

If you notice something about him (something he says, does, seems interested in), and show him that you remember, he will be putty in your hands.

THERE.

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“Did… you have to use the… least masculine photos possible?”

yes, shut up

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phantom-thief-kid:

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“You don’t need to repeat yourself. I was just checking and joking around a bit. And, yes, I will now admit it. You were right the whole time about me being Kaito. I apologize, but I was sincerely worried about what you would do if you did learn who I was. Now that I know you aren’t going to leave a mournful dove to a flock of flesh-hungry ravens, I’m a bit more comfortable.”

KID finished his glass of scotch and got up. He set the glass down and sat back at his spot. “And fair is fair. A certain raven thought it a perfect time to shoot me and succeeded a while back. The aftermath resulted in Nakamori and several of the task force learning of my identity. It would be rude if you didn’t know what was going on, though it baffles me that he didn’t tell you.”

The foreign detective listened, casually leaning against the arm of the couch, and stiffened at the mention of Nakamori. 

“Inspector Nakamori doesn’t know me very well.. and we’ve not had the best interactions in the past. It stands to reason that he wouldn’t tell me, both for your safety and as a matter of pride. He’d rudely rejected my theories about potential suspects in the past, which is when I stopped assisting him entirely… In the end, I suppose it was a good thing.”

Hakuba hadn’t known that Nakamori had learned the truth. A lot went on that he was not privy to, apparently. He reached for his drink and brought it to his lips and hesitated, frowning.

“Honestly, I can’t imagine how anyone who knows you could wish you harm…”  Fond sincerity, tone solemn. Longing. 

Then, as a thought struck him, he looked up, distracted. “Ah, wait a moment. Ravens? I’ve heard a few people now mention ‘ravens’ and ‘crows’ in regards to… well.. What is that all about?”

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askkudoushinichi:

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“Don’t worry about Hattori. He’s only got excited and angry to go on. I’m sure you do just fine on your own.” Of course, Hattori would have plenty to say if he heard him say that. “He’s a good person though. You’d be surprised at how resourceful he is.

“Though I’m sure Conan-kun had to help him out a lot. He can be pretty dense.”

Of all the subjects he could bring up, why did he feel the need to bring up his own abilities? And he was trying to keep Hakuba from finding out his secret too. Sometimes he just couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

Hakuba bit his lip and decided to decline commenting further on Hattori. It would just… cause problems, which was the last thing that he wanted for his first real interaction with Kudou. If nothing else, it would show poor sportsmanship, and the foreign detective thought himself a true gentleman. 

So instead: Conan.

“The boy is unusually perceptive… exceptionally talented, actually. I’ve been watching his career with keen interest, and expect to see great things from him in the future.”

He spoke evenly, but with sincerity and perhaps a hint of fondness. 

“I dare say he’ll be better than the both of us one day.”