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Somewhere at the half way point Kazuha got tired of dragging Hakuba along with her and slowed the pace a bit. Kazuha lifted her other hand to her cheek – touching it briefly in order to ensure her fluster was gone before turning to face the detective.
“What’s wrong Hakuba-kun? I didn’t hurt yer arm right?” Kazuha questioned tilting her head slightly and dropping her arm from his. She still hadn’t known what it was but could definitely tell something was on his mind.
“Oi? Hakuba-kun? Oi!” Kazuha yelled her eyes solely focused on him. It was him after all who’d offered to take her. Why was he in such a trance like state – perhaps she was a bit too rough?
Oh. He was being rude, wasn’t he?
Hakuba blinked once, then forced a smile, straightening up once they’d come to an awkward sort of pause.
“There’s no need to yell, Toyama-san… my apologies; I was just thinking about the strength of your grip.” The detective said this, only realizing after the fact how it might come off, so laughed and quickly amended his statement. “I was trying to figure out which sport you might be engaged in to put that strength to use. I’m aware that Hattori-san is something of a Kendo champion… but I’m afraid that I’m unaware what captures your extracurricular attention.”
He turned to her, tilting his head, and looked her over from ponytail to foot. Then, he began to pace around her, investigating, while rubbing his sore, previously clutched arm, with his other hand. Ow.
“You’re clearly athletic… built for speed and power, yes… But what are your individual strengths and weaknesses?”
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“Why don’t we see where the adventure takes us?” Actually, he did have something in mind, but he wanted to leave a bit of mysteriousness with this. “Come along, detective.”
Hakuba was, of course, suspicious… but he pushed that away for the time being. If Kaito, dressed as KID or not, wanted to be nice to him, there was no way in Hell that he would prevent it. Niggling in the back of his head was the worry that it was a trap, meant to make him vulnerable before striking him down, but… those words of his were far too alluring to resist.
“If you insist.”
He followed.
Some Nights (blackfeatherswhitedoves)
The nightmares usually came when Hakuba tried to sleep during the beginnings of a storm. The tea and the alcohol helped, but they usually came anyway. That night was no different, except that it was also the night of a KID Heist. Hakuba had intended on attending, but when his nap was hijacked by some rather painful memories, he decided to take the night off.
Still, the approaching rain didn’t stop him from wandering into the city, hands in his pockets, jacket bundled against himself. It wasn’t cold… at least not too cold, yet. It would be once the rain started, but for the moment it was almost too warm. The barometric pressure of the gathering storm clouds pressed upon Hakuba, and he sighed at its display.
Once in the heart of the city, Hakuba gained access to one of the taller buildings with his ridiculously lucky key card, and took a seat on the rooftop to watch the distant lightning storm – and what he could see of the heist. Which, really, wasn’t much. Just the strobe lights and some of the clumps of the crowd wandering about below the heist.
But Hakuba had given up the idea of chasing Kaitou KID. At least that night, when his head ached as much as his heart did. So really, it didn’t matter.
Hakuba checked his pocket watch and looked back at the crowd, curiously. If he knew Kaitou – and he had to admit that he at least had a passable knowledge of his skills and routine – the show was likely to start any moment now. He could almost hear the screaming fan girls, could almost see Nakamori-keibu’s disappointed face when he realizes that he’s lost yet again.
The detective smiled to himself, pulling a bottle of cheap beer from his coat pocket. It wouldn’t be good, but it would keep him relaxed while he watched the unfolding events. He popped it open, took a swig, then settled back.
Let the show begin.
“I suppos’ yer right,” Kazuha thought momentarily about her direct meaning of the word. “Well, as long as it’s somethin’ orange or yellow than it’s good ‘nough for me” Kazuha said aloud looking over to Hakuba with a grin.
Kazuha could tell that he was pondering over something – he had the face Heiji had when he was contemplating something. She just wasn’t so sure what it was – or why he was looking at her while he did so. “Somethin’ wrong Hakuba-kun?” Kazuha asked furrowing a brow to him “Ya got that annoying anxious look on yer face"
Kazuha then took one of her arms and placed in on her hip and cocked her head to the side as she glared at him – in a full on attitude stance.
Kazuha then noticed the detective extend his arm for her – something Heiji had rarely done. If ever. She stared at him for a moment in awe – before her cheeks heated up and she gripped his arm semi roughly and began pulling him along, trying to hide her flustered face.
Annoying? She was calling his face annoying? Hakuba wasn’t sure what was worse, the insult, or the fact that this girl thought that it was appropriate. Then again, he had to remind himself that this was Osaka, and Kazuha was Hattori-san’s savage woman. A fine choice for a mate, he supposed, if one was a brute looking for a wild one.
The half-brit detective considered this further as the girl took his arm and dragged him onward, which caught him by some surprise.
"Ah- right, then,” Hakuba stammered and shifted his focus to keep pace with her.
What was he getting himself into?! At least at this rate, it wouldn’t take them long at all to reach the mall.
“Certainly, if that is what you WISH… Know that whenever you are craving tea in company, you are certainly more than welcome to call upon ME.”
Sometimes it was difficult to tell when a normally stoic individual such as she playing host to the detective was joking, or attempting to tease. “Do you prefer to drink your tea in a certain SETTING? The garden, or the library, PERHAPS? Some change in SCENERY?”
That was quite the generous offer, really. Hakuba often craved tea and company. Multiple times per day, in fact. In the spirit of not being rude, he decided not to mention this fact, and instead nodded gratefully to the woman, and contemplated the answer to her question.
“Any is fine, so long as the company is agreeable – which it is. That said, it might be nice to see another section of this dream world.”
KID blinked. Wait, he didn’t feel all that different? A titch less annoyance and definitely a lot less fear of getting turned in.
“Hello, detective.” He grinned. “So, care to follow your quarry instead to do something a bit more fun than the constant chase of thief and detective? Not that it isn’t fun to have our back and forth games, just that variety is the spice of life.”
“I’m inclined to agree… and must admit that I’m intrigued by your proposition. What did you have in mind, Monsieur voleur?”
The warm greeting did wonders for a pleasant return from the detective. Perhaps their recent conversations had smoothed over some of the cracks and strengthened the bonds of friendship between them? Could it be that… that Hakuba might actually have a friend?
Re: HAKUBA’S MOTIVE
So now he had a detective who’d fainted. Oh, crap… Kaito slowly lowered Hakuba down to have him lie on the ground. He then sat cross-legged next to him, contemplating if this had been even anywhere close to being a good idea. So far, it appeared not.
…
“That is good to hear, I SUPPOSE. No, I have NOT… With how things are usually eaten here, that is probably for the BEST. Tea will do for me, unless you would prefer something a bit more on the heavier SIDE?”
Out of that dusty little study area and back down those barely-lit hallways. Funny how back in her “glory days,” the halls she walked down were just a tad too bright if she cared to remember.
Ah, so many implications made by every turn of phrase. Hakuba appreciated the refreshing approach in which Dlanor used in conversation. So blunt here, so vague there, and always in the best of taste.
The detective smiled and shook his head.
“No, no; tea will be more than adequate. Thank you, Miss Knox, for being so willing to join me.”
Truthfully, Hakuba wanted to host her for once, but he hadn’t figured out how. No matter; mutual tea time was wonderful regardless.