Monthly Archives: July 2013

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Moonlight Visitor

themoonlightthief:

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A light hum left his lips, grin turning into a playful, teasing smirk as he regarded Hakuba. He couldn’t help himself. It was simply too much fun playing along and, he supposed, this was as good an opportunity as any to…find out a few things.

“Alright then. As you wish, detective.” Tapping his lips with a white gloved finger, he winked playfully. “Then, would you be so kind to give me a kiss?“

Hakuba regarded the thief for a moment, allowing his gaze to study the young man before him. Then, after feigning brief contemplation, smiled, satisfied, confident. "Certainly, monsieur voleur.”

The detective stepped toward the thief, closing the gap.between them with deliberate measure. Lifting a hand slowly, as to not startle his quarry, Hakuba touched the side of his face. Not to search for a mask, only to trace from his cheek down the lien of his jaw and to his chin, tilting the face he longed for up toward him, ever so gently. 

With this accomplished, he only let himself gaze at those eyes for three and a half seconds before closing his eyes, leaning in to give that requested kiss. Hakuba was no stranger in the logistics in strategy for such a thing; this was his one chance and he wanted it to count. To mean something. Lips parted, only slightly, to add warmth and invitation.  Opened first, then closed upon those lips, drawing him in. The first, lasting approximately 5.4 seconds; the second (without parting; he didn’t think he could get away with that) for an even four. Finally, an innocent peck, meant to seal that intent. 

This was the ‘kiss’ he wanted to give, so long as Kaitou were willing and receptive.

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themoonlightthief:

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He let out a light hum in contemplation, momentarily directing his gaze up and away as he thought about the question – and how to answer it. While it would be easy enough to lie to, perhaps, hopefully, get Hakuba out of his home earlier, it would be easier for the detective to figure out the truth if he really wanted to. 

Besides, it’s not like his mother’s sudden trips around the world were an uncommon or unheard of thing. 

“Don’t know. She left the country a few days ago, so I’m guessing either sometime this week or the next. She didn’t mention anything about it in her last message though, so…”

A shrug.

And then the magician’s attention was caught as the doorbell rang. 

“See?” Kaito grinned cheekily at the other teen, before turning away and swiftly heading down the hall to open the door. “Told you it’d be here soon enough.“

Hakuba followed after, but a several steps behind. He wasn’t sure if Kaito wanted him to come with, or stay back, but he wanted to help. As he cautiously moved into the hallway, he couldn’t help but think- dryly -that this was a perfect illustration of their relationship problems. No communication, no clear boundaries or guidelines, no give or take. Unspoken expectations and the detective flailing to keep up, eager to please but helpless without direction. 

Not that there was really a relationship to begin with. Just… tentative friendship? Rivalry? Direct opponents, perhaps, in terms of law and freedom. Huff.

He leaned against the wall and waited for some sort of indication that he could do anything for Kaito, arms folded across his chest. Kaito was used to fending for himself, clearly, with his father gone and his mother taking over the world, one overseas trip at a time. No wonder he never wanted, or at least thought, to ask for help.

But at least there would be rootbeer.

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harajukuharuspex:

“Hey!” Akira waved at Hakuba. She could almost feel the waves of anxiety rolling off of him. She could definitely see the anxiety in his tense stance, the shorts (Hakuba-san, representative Detective of the East, did not wear shorts).

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“First time?” The poor dear looked out-of-sorts in his tank top and those shorts, far from his usual dapper suit. “You can sit next to me, if you like.“

Hakuba swallowed hard, turning to look at the girl who’d called his attention. As if the embarrassment weren’t palpable enough on its own, his face tinted with the attention. 

"Ah… yes, it’s… ah, my first day.” Which is what she’d just asked you. The detective winced at his own inability to speak in any sort of coherent manner, and raised a hand to rub at the side of his neck. “Ah… uhm, sure.. I’ll sit with you. Thank you.”

He abandoned his hope of hiding in the darkest corners of the classroom and instead cam to stand, and ultimately sit, next to Akira.

“I’m, ah… Hakuba, by the way. Hakuba Saguru.” He extended a hand toward her. “And you, miss?”  Had he not been so distracted by his plight, he might have made a comment about how the girl was cute or sweet or something like that.  Alas, he was too out of his comfort zone to even think about it.

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Keep it Together

akaikujixyaku:

Just keep talking to me.

“Yeah, I know. It’s a long time… but I’m trying… Y’know, I never realized… how difficult putting your thoughts together.. into words.. could be.." She laughed, which slowly sputtered off into quiet, small coughs, before she closed her eyes again, and focused on breathing, briefly touching her lips to the speaker, and tilting her head back. She could feel the light on her face. Warmer, than usual. Because she was colder, than usual.

"Not just thoughts, but feelings…. Like.. I can tell you.. how I feel.

That I’m… scared…

and…that it hurts. Fuck it hurts a lot, ehehh.”


‘But that’s good, right? I can still, if just, feel it. And.. you’re coming.’ She could hear, in the distance, just barely, the sounds from outside her front door. It was so unlike her to be a damsel- she did all she could not to rely on other people. Not to burden them, not to push her emotions, her needs, her desires, her hopes. Hers was a philosophy to serve wherever she could be used, however she could be the hope, the help, the saviour. When it came down to it, there would always be one person that she couldn’t always save.

Himura Emi.

That’s alright.

Because for every damsel, no matter how occasional they were in their helplessness, their inability to save themselves,

There was a knight.

Himura-kun… I’m here.

She hung up her phone, and let it drop from her hand, turning her eyes away from the light, and opening glassy eyes his way. It was a morbid scene, of course. Dark poetry lingered in the almost picturesque contrast of red against white tile, and the black remaining clothes she bore. Her jacket almost blended into the scene, save the emblem on the back. It must have been a sight. But even still, she smiled at him. 

“Yes you are, Hakuba-kun.”

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“And fortunately, so still, am I.”

“Thank God for that.”

His tone was firm, but calm as Hakuba stood in the doorway to the bathroom, and surveyed the situation. Slipping the phone into his pocket, the detective ran through the figures and processes in his head. Female, seventeen years old, approximately… 160.8cm,  61kg, giving a body mass index of around 24… 

“Are you staying calm?” Hakuba asked, this time adding a little bit of humor into his voice. Now that he wasn’t driving, his secondary function was to calm and reassure. Bedside manner to make the work easier on the both of them. 

After setting the bag down, he stripped off his suit jacket and hung it on the doorknob, then removed his tie, movements quick and practiced. This done, he rolled up his sleeves and stepped over to the sink, turned on the faucet, and reached for the soap while waiting for the water to get as hot as it could.

There were three points of entry that he could see from his earlier vantage, but there were potentially more. She was pale. Once his hands were washed, he took reached for the cleanest looking towel and dried them, turning to her afterward. He took up the medical bag again, blanket stuffed on top, and walked through the blood to kneel at her side. He took the blanket and folded it flat, moving to gently first lift her shoulders and head to slide it between herself and the tile.

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Six more have entered the bakery.

shsl-queenofcakes:

She snorted, wiping her hands on the yellow-dotted light pink apron tied around her neck. “Sorry about that, shop rules are that I have to make at least one horrible pun per customer. I’m running out of them, so they’re getting worse.“

Smiling, she offered her flour-dusted left hand to him in a show of camaraderie. “Anything you need, Mister….”

“Hakuba,” the detective answered with a smile as he took her hand and shook it, gentle and firm. “Hakuba Saguru. I’m actually investigating a case and have some questions about your customers, if you’d be so obliged. Though…”

Hakuba glanced sideways, somewhat sheepishly. “I’m, ah, also wondering if you have eclairs. It’s been so long since I’ve had a good one I think I might die if I don’t find a decent bakery soon.” He paused, briefly, to knit his brows, apologetic embarrassment scrawled on his face. “Please tell me you can help me?”

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Drabble: I Need You/Goodbye

askconan:

((With everyone posting depressing stories, I thought it would be fun to post a little drabble that I wrote a year or so ago for Cloverkite. It’s based on our fanfic, The Call of the Raven, in which Shinichi and Kaito are actually bipaternal twins and… well, it’s all explained in the fic (which isn’t posted anywhere sorries), but anyway… in this scenario, they’ve been close friends for a while now… Kaito’s been captured and Shinichi finally figures out where he is to save him but — unlike in the fanfic — is too late…))

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“No Hakuba involved, unfortunately, but still… the mun wrote this and it’s sad, so perhaps you’d enjoy it, my dear readers.”

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34, 44, 50

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34: What is your preferred projectile?

While I’m quite good with hunting rifles and most semi-automatic weapons, I get the most enjoyment from using a recurve bow – for archery. 

44: How many people, outside of your immediate family, do you know the birthdays of by heart?

If I know a person well enough to keep track of their phone number in my head, I will nearly always also know their birth date. It would be difficult, however, to come up with a specific number of just how many people I know of off of the top of my head… Give me a name and I can tell you their birth date, typically, but the other way around… far more difficult to come up with an estimate. 

50: What is your favorite police procedural?

Ah, that’s a difficult one… To be completely honest, I actually prefer to watch/read criminal procedurals than police ones – for shame, isn’t it? Especially with films like The Sting or Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. What can I say? I enjoy heists.

And while we’re on that subject of media recommendations, I must mention the first novel in the Bourne series by Robert Ludlum – The Bourne Identity. The mini-series (1988) is also quite good and faithful to the book, though I imagine most are familiar with the more recent film adaptations. What’s not to love about a government-sanctioned assassin with amnesia, now believed to be rogue and a threat to all?