Monthly Archives: July 2013

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Hate Date in Osaka

meitanteiosaka:

“Helps on a few,” he admitted. “Don’t run inta many people who speak th’ language, though. An’ since I work local, ain’t many cases where it’s necessary.“

The conversation was pretty much over after that. The restaurant owner couldn’t think of a reply to all that information, and looked somewhat stunned at the knowledge one of his regulars possessed. Heiji continued to drink his tea, slowing his pace so that he’d finish at the same time as Hakuba. He then pulled out his wallet and paid for his own meal, just as he’d promised, before saying goodbye and slipping outside to wait for the Brit.

"So, didja still need help ta find th’ library, or d’ya remember how ta get there?”

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After thanking the owner and paying his dues, Hakuba caught up with Heiji. He hummed thoughtfully, whisking his mobile from his pocket, and pulled up a navigation application. “I believe that I can get there from here on my own, between this and your earlier instructions…” he answered honestly, then looked back at the Osakan.

“You’re welcome to come with me if you like, but I worry that I’ve already taken up far too much of your time, Hattori-san… Thank you, again, for helping me out and, ah… letting me yell a bit." 

Sheepish, but pleasant enough, Hakuba extended his hand for a gentleman’s handshake. Without even waiting to see if Heiji wanted to go with him. 

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askkudoushinichi:

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“It’s actually just around the corner,” he answered quickly, waving his hand noncommittally in the direction of the restaurant before continuing the conversation.

“I guess I don’t really have that same ambition but I still get it. You want to be better than other people, right?” he concluded. “But more importantly, you want to impress people. It’s about your reputation. You want to look good because that will make your father look good too.“

Hakuba didn’t act like a selfish person so his need to succeed didn’t really make sense if he was doing it for himself. His father, on the other hand, was a powerful man in the police force. Any action Hakuba took would reflect on his father, for better or worse.

"I think you’re doing a great job, so you should probably stop worrying about it so much.”

“Ah…” Such praise from his senpai. Hakuba rubbed the back of his head, combing his hair with his fingers in embarrassment – but at least it was the good kind of embarrassment. “Y-yes… I suppose that sums it up nicely, Kudou-san… Thank you very much for the high compliments." 

It was true, to, at least as far as Hakuba was concerned. Doing well honored his father and helped to set himself apart… in a way that made it less about his mixed heritage and more about how much he was legitimately better. 

Truly, Kudou-san was a most masterful detective to have figured that out, indeed. 

"Ah, speaking of fathers… How are your parents? I must confess that I’m a great fan of your father’s novels…”

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Rereading

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Mum and papa Dad wouldn’t stop bickering at the table so I excused myself and hid in the study, doors locked. It’s ridiculous, I know, but they’re so persistant that I’ve had a near-constant headache since she got here. Don’t misunderstand me, I love my mum – dearly – even with all of her meddling. They just can’t stop picking fight after fight. It’s almost as bad as Hattori-san and I. But at least we’re still children, not full-grown adults. 

I told Baaya that I had cases to work on, which I do… but instead I’ve been rereading the James Herriot books. I think I can get away with it so long as I get back to work once everyone else has retired for the night…

Life continues to get more complicated. I have a date this week (arranged by mum, of course), KID has somehow managed to get tangled up in mythological nonsense, Hattori may or may not be legitimately psychotic, the charity benefit may be in danger, and I don’t know where I fit in anywhere.

All I want to do is read about the countryside. How long is it until Paris, now? I hope that the trip won’t be called off due to some unforeseen tragedy (which seems to be more and more likely these days). 

I miss Kaito-kun… but I don’t dare call him, not while everything is so ambiguous. I’ll just… keep reading.

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hannah-shikari:

“Akio! Where are you?!” it was difficult to get her to panic, so used to being the one who needed to keep a level-mind. But when it involved her beloved canine partner, she couldn’t keep her calm as she made her way around the unfamiliar neighbourhood. She should have maybe paid a bit more attention to where she was going with how bad she was with directions, but she couldn’t concentrate as panic enveloped her heart.

Comfortable shoes be damned, she didn’t care that she was running around in an uncomfortable pair of flats or the fact that she would eventually end up with blisters and scratches by the end of the night. She had dashed off the moment she found out that the dog had ran off fifteen minutes before she came home. With her brother combing the other side of the neighbourhood, she had quickly shoved on a pair of shoes before running off with her cellphone in her pocket.

She took quick notice of how late it had gotten, almost time for dinner and she still hadn’t found the small bundle of joy. From how her cellphone hadn’t rang, it wasn’t hard to guess that her brother hadn’t found the lively dog nor had he came home since her mother would’ve called and told her to come home. Sighing to herself, maybe she would make one last round through the neighbourhood. Maybe her beloved canine partner had gotten into someone’s house by mistake, or got stuck in someone’s yard ornaments again.

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“Young Master…?”

Hakuba looked up from his book in the study to see Baaya, wringing her hands together. She was a fretter by nature, which is probably why the pair of them got along so famously, and it only took him a moment before he, too, felt anxious. “What’s wrong, Baaya?”

“There’s a dog on the lawn.”

The detective blinked and pulled himself up from the lazy lounge he’d taken to a formal sit. “A dog?”

“Y-yes. And it’s digging up your mother’s flowers.”

Hakuba frowned. “Have you tried shooing it away?”

“Yes, but it seems rather determined.”

“Can you physically move it? What kind of dog is it?”

“It’s a… a hound of some sort?”

“How big?”

“Big…ish…" 

"All right, all right, I’ll take care of it, Baaya." After a sigh, Hakuba marked his place in the book and got to his feet.

The woman was wonderfully good at many, many things, but when it came to strange or wild animals, she was wary. Understandably, but that meant that Saguru often had to step in. Especially as all of the other house staff were terrified of anything that scurried. Silly. 

"Is it just out front?”

“Yes. Ah, be careful, young master!”

Hakuba let himself out, quick to close the door behind him to prevent any such animals from getting inside, then set to investigating. It didn’t take long, though, to find the beagle overturning the yellow tulips. He smirked. A beagle? Baaya was scared of a beagle. 

The detective moved around, calmly, slowly, and crouched nearby, holding a hand out loosely in case the dog wanted to sniff his hand. “Oi, pup,” he called in English, smile fond. “You can’t be digging around in the flower bed, my mum’ll be quite cross, you know? Oi, come here, then, love. Let’s see if you’ve got any identification on you.”

He whistled and clicked his tongue, then patted his lap – something that had always been quite effective on his own animals.

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Moonlight Visitor

themoonlightthief:

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Of course Hakuba would say something like that. It didn’t surprise the thief in the slightest nor did it do anything to stop another flash of concern from flickering across his face.

“So you say. But I would advise you to not underestimate the power of nightmares, detective,” he said quietly, fixing a serious look on the taller teen. “Or lack of sleep.“

He knew perfectly well the risks of working too hard and not having time for sleep and, he assumed, what with Hakuba’s own occupation, the same kind of dangers applied to him as well. Being unfocused and losing concentration – especially during a critical point in a risky situation – and more was not something to underestimate.

…He looked exhausted.

"Have you tried sleeping pills? They might at least keep the dreams away for a while.”

Hakuba frowned. He’d said too much. The last thing he wanted was for KID to worry about him. Actually, that wasn’t true, but he certainly didn’t want to burden the thief with unnecessary drama. 

“Mm. I’ll, ah, try that. Thank you." 

The detective stifled a yawn and hesitated. Kaitou was concerned, or at least was doing a good job of making it seem like he was. So he laughed, tired but amused.

"Since when do you take delivery requests? I thought stealing was your modus operandi. Don’t tell me that you’re really just a marshmallow under all of that fine silk.”