Monthly Archives: June 2013

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askkudoushinichi:

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He laughed much louder than he had intended and tried to calm himself down quickly. It wouldn’t be good to offend him.

“Yes, I know it well. My best friend lives there but you should know that. You’ve met her.”

It wasn’t so much a slip as a carefully placed observation. It wouldn’t be too odd for him to know something like that. “I believe it was some sort of case involving the Sunset Mansion? She commended you on your acting skills.”

He… was laughing. 

While it was a wonderful sound in some ways, it was devastating in others. Hakuba sheepishly shuffled, pushing his hands into his pockets.

“Ah, yes… we’ve met. I didn’t realize that you two were friends, however. I suppose you’re in the same school district as her, aren’t you?”

Why hadn’t he put that together before? Actually, he likely had when adding the database entry for Ran, but it had never occurred to him that it would be remotely important. 

“I’m pleased to hear that she mentioned the case to you, however." 

The excitement, replaced with sheepish reservation, left the foreign detective with a feeling of unease. 

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askkudoushinichi:

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“That might actually be a good idea.” As long as you don’t try to dig too deep.

Hakuba seemed almost – what was the word? – elated to have met him. How strange. He had met the teenaged detective a few times in the past and he had to admit that he had never seen him so excited about anything. Hakuba had always been frustratingly supercilious in the past.

And did he just stutter…?

“…did you want to have lunch then?” he asked as an afterthought. “I’ll walk with you.”

Yes, yes he did just stutter. 

Finally, a chance to meet Kudou Shinichi and Hakuba was destroying all of his own credibility, one stupidly misplaced word at a time. Fortunately, Kudou-san seemed to be in a forgiving mood. Thank God.

“Lunch would be perfect, yes. The cafe not too far from here seems to offer a fair selection as well as tea. Poirot Cafe, perhaps you’ve been there? It’s right underneath that Mouri Kogoro’s Detective Agency.”

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detectivephiliac:

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… Thank you, Hakuba-san. It’s quite refreshing, to talk to someone about a case… and not be accusing them of the crime. I feel something came out of this discussion…

*She stood up from the chair rather abruptly.*

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I suppose this is where I take my leave. Good luck, Hakuba-san.

“And to you, Kirigiri-san. Again, please do not hesitate to call me if you come across anything.”

Hakuba stepped away from the fireplace, hands returning to his sides. “It was a pleasure to meet you, and I appreciate your joining me for tea. I do hope that we can resolve this matter soon. Please allow me to see you out.”

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kazuha–toyama:

Kazuha tried to say something but when she’d opened her mouth, no words came out. It was strange – she’d never had this happen to her before, she couldn’t speak! 

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Kazuha had began to get feeling back in her body as she’d felt Hakuba’s hand guiding hers towards the wound and just pressuring it there. Had he really called Heiji? It didn’t seem as if Heiji would ever be so frien’ly on de phone with him. He’d deffinaitely be yelling… That’s fer sure… Perhaps Hakuba-kun was jus’ trying to calm meh? Kazuha thought her eyes instantaneously softening as she looked to the detective.

“A’ight” Kazuha managed to squeak out as Hakuba let go of the handkerchief, her hand quickly dropped and Kazuha raised a brow. She’d felt it at least, she’d also felt his suit jacket wrap around her shoulders and at that a small smile tugged at her lips – she then took her hand back up to her face and kept applying pressure to her cheek.

“Hm” Kazuha mumbled lightly as her eyes had followed him over to the crossbow. Kazuha hated this feeling, she’d felt so… Wronged. She hadn’t even known who or why someone would target her – that’s when the curiosity had taken hold of her body and she turned slightly holding his jacket in place as she reached into her locker to grab the note.

Once she’d retrieved it she pivoted herself back around and read the front… TOYAMA, KAZUHA…. She’d stared at the handwriting closely as she bit her lip and decided it was time to read it. She gently pealed it open – while trying not to capture the detectives attention she hadn’t noticed a small picture fall from within the note.

Kazuha then held it in front of her and read…I’M COMING FOR YOU.

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Kazuha tilted her head slightly and set her hand – along with the note and the handkerchief on the ground and sighed heavily.

Hakuba made the call, speaking in hushed tones to the dispatchers. Police officers and an ambulance. Call the security in charge of the building. Get in touch with the owner. He was certain that Kazuha would be all right; her wound wasn’t terrible and while it would need to be taken care of, as well as the shock, she seemed to be handling it relatively well…

He glanced over at her while waiting for confirmation on the other end of the phone and frowned. Great. She’d relapsed. 

The detective made his way back to her, crouching down once more to take the handkerchief, seeing the note in the process. He nudged it with an unsoiled section of cloth, and took a calming breath.  Turning back to the girl, he gently wiped at her face as proficiently as he could without the aid of water.

“Toyama-chan, you promised to stay calm…" 

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detectivephiliac:

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Are you worried about me, Hakuba-san? I can assure you, I’m not easily taken down… I’ve been in situations much more dangerous than this…

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He was the one who gave me your number, actually. From the beginning he said it would probably be wise for me to speak with you – even after his assumed change. He said he would be contacting me after he finished with his situation…

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Oh! Now that I think about it… He said to remember a certain sketch when he called me again… It was found in the folder for the case. When I first asked him about it, he said he didn’t know what it was but I researched it afterwards. I believe it was something called… a “Seal of Solomon” flower…

I believe that’s all the information I have, unless you have more questions?

“Seal of Solomon… Solomon’s Seal…”  Hakuba repeated the name, then let out a huff. “From what I remember, it’s a flower used to promote the healing of wounds and broken bones, but there are certainly other implications… I will have to research.”

Solomon. Biblical reference. A lot of conflicting history and stories. Exorcisms. Genies and magicians. The Queen of Sheba. The Ark of the Covenant. But most related was the ring… the Seal of Solomon, said to possess the power to control demons? Hm.

Of course, Hakuba felt a twinge of irritation as he considered what Hattori might think if he knew that the ‘halfer’ detective was thinking about that ancient text. He bit his lip.

“I’m surprised that he told you to talk to me in the first place, but then…” He sighed. “Regardless, you have my number. If you run into anything interesting, please do let me know… and I’ll be sure to do the same." 

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Melody: Heh, why not? “Spin”

Congratulations! You’ve won a free HUG from Hakuba!

The detective takes Melody’s hand in his own and pulls her close for a warm embrace. His arms pull against her back, his lips curve into a gentle smile. While captive, he leans close to whisper softly into her ear:

“You’re welcome to spin again tomorrow if you’d like.”

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askkudoushinichi:

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“Ah, well… sure. I’ve got some time to kill,” he answered after a moment of hesitation. While he knew Hakuba, he wasn’t sure how well Hakuba knew him. And the guy was smart. If he caught on that Shinichi and Conan had been the same person, there would be all kinds of hell to pay.

He actually wondered why Hakuba was so interested in speaking with him in the first place. They were both detectives obviously but that wasn’t necessarily grounds for conversation. He must want something, right?

“So your father is the Superintendent General, right? Does he have you working on something or did you just have a question?”

“Ah, no… I simply wanted to have a chance to meet you and get to know you a little better. I must admit, I’ve been anxious to-”  

To what? To swap detective stories? Case files? Phone numbers? Well, he already had that. Uh.

“- to… establish a personal connection. Networking with colleagues, especially at our level, is very important…”

God, Hakuba felt stupid. 

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phantom-thief-kid:

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He went into the elevator. So Hakuba was also able to act? That would have to go in his mental notes… KID had to stop himself  for a moment. Great, he was so used to calculating weaknesses and strengths of detectives that he was trying to do so when he and they were actually at some level of truce.

KID shrugged. “I understand you need a place to meet clients, but I find it a bit strange to use a hotel instead of a small office space of some sort or your living quarters. Just curious, is all…”

Hakuba stepped into the elevator after KID and proceeded to hit the button for the seventeenth floor. Once the doors closed, he chuckled.

“Not all of my clients are comfortable meeting at the Superintendent General’s home, you understand. The drawing room is adequate for general meetings, but most of my clients are private citizens who don’t want anyone to know that they need a detective.”

The detective folded his hands behind his back, standing straight and tall, eyes on the numbers as they flicked from floor to floor going upward.

“I don’t have quite enough work to warrant the upkeep of a private office of my own. In general, I meet my clients in their homes or their place of business. But occasionally, additional privacy is required… Technically speaking, I’m not permitted to rent hotel rooms on my own, given my age. My father has made arrangements to ensure that I would have access as I need it… for business, of course.”

He cleared his throat with a small cough. 

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detectivephiliac:

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I believe he did on the way to the crime scene. He took a nap for a good chunk of the trip… I believe that could have been when he changed, if my theory is right. Prior to that, he was very interested in my help on the case and was the one to call me about it, but once we arrived he seemed a bit less than enthusiastic. That seemed to be the only time he changed.

“This is becoming increasingly more concerning." 

Hakuba uncrossed his legs, then stood, stretching his limbs as he settled into a pace in front of the fireplace. One hand moved behind his back, the other took his chin between the pad of his thumb and the crest of his index finger. 

"At best, we have a colleague who, through various circumstances, could easily be accused and potentially charged with some very serious allegations. At worst…”

He looked back at her, frowning.

“…We have a colleague who is guilty of these crimes, whether he knows it or not. Thus, I feel it prudent to recommend that, unless there is further evidence to be discussed at present, we commence with our investigations and reconvene as soon as possible. I will get the medical records and whatever I can in terms of police reports. I do not wish you send you to observe Hattori-san alone… Are you to contact him again? Did he know that you were coming here?”