Hate Date in Osaka

meitanteiosaka:

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He grinned, gratified to see the Brit finally understood. “Glad to hear it,“ he replied with a challenging smirk. Unlike with Kudo, their personalities clashed horribly, and Heiji was sure they’d continue to piss each other off in the future. Therefore, it was only reasonable to use that to both of their advantage, wasn’t it? And if he successfully knocked Hakuba a peg or two in the process, all the better. He sipped at his green tea in the ensuing silence, waiting for Hakuba to finish his meal.

As if sensing the conversation was over for the moment, Katsura-han struck up a conversation of his own, expressing his surprise at Heiji’s English skills. “Well, there’s no one ta talk ta here, save tourists an’ th’ occasional foreign college student,” he replied, lapsing back into Japanese. “An’ th’ teachers,“ he relented after a moment’s thought, “but s’not really a natural conversation.” He watched as Katsura’s brows knitted together and sighed inwardly. Of course, the restaurant owner had probably only been exposed to the heavily-accented English, and probably didn’t realize just how different spoken English was from classroom English. He might not have even seen a need to keep studying the language, considering his current job. Not that he wanted to insult the man, but it was frustrating sometimes when people weren’t as smart or as motivated as Heiji was. “Well, Jodie-sensei’s fun ta talk ta, but she’s all th’ way up’n Tokyo.“ He sighed out loud this time. “They really need ta hire more foreign teachers.”

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Hakuba listened while the two conversed, taking great care and effort to finish his plate. He would not insult the restaurant owner again by leaving any delusions that he had not enjoyed the meal. The conversation was interesting anyway, keeping his attention and mind entertained, quite content. 

The comment about the teachers brought Hakuba into the game, however, as he straightened up, laying the chopsticks on his now-empty plate.

“That does remind me,” he said, switching back to Japanese himself. “Pardon my intrusion, Katsura-san, Hattori-san… But if you don’t mind my asking, what were the circumstances of your English language studies?”

Moonlight Visitor

themoonlightthief:

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No.

No, they really weren’t important.

He held his tongue though, keeping that particular piece of information from slipping out. It would just serve to confuse Hakuba and bring about more questions than he felt comfortable answering right now.

“Yes, I can imagine it was.” Indigo eyes gave the detective a careful once over, taking in the unusually messy state he was in. The corners of his lips twitched and the smile plastered to them turned just a hint more natural and amused – there was a concerned glint in his eye though, followed by a brief flash of guilt upon noting the pained look in Hakuba’s own, but a turn of his head hid it swiftly enough under the shadow of that white top hat.

“Haven’t been sleeping well? …Bad dreams?”

“Ah…” Hakuba’s tired smirk became a genuinely tired smile. “When there’s time for sleep, anyway, it’s been fragmented at best." 

He combed a hand through his hair, giving him a moment to sort through his thoughts. The results only gave him cause for a helpless shrug. "Not that it really matters, Kaitou-san… as has been said before, ‘the nightmare is always by your side.’”

The detective stood awkwardly, caught between wanting to pull the thief back, close, and wanting to hide in his embarrassment. He didn’t want anyone to feel sorry for him, or to see him so unguarded. Yet… yet it was tempting, despite.

He waved a hand dismissively. “It’s nothing to worry about.”

phantom-thief-kid:

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The lion yawned and watched his human for the moment. So he didn’t eat any of it? Maybe he’d already eaten. Either way, he closed his eyes for the moment and kept listening. Just as long as his human didn’t spend his time staring at him like a predator in wait or attack, he could stay.

Hakuba had learned the first time that staring was as impolite for lions as it was for the British, and soon settled in the chair with cell phone in hand. He could watch the window this way, and keep a vigil for the hopefully soon to be sleeping lion. And while his phone battery wouldn’t last forever, it would surely give him some very valuable research time.  He typed away, ignoring that the deer leg had left blood on the desk. He’d deal with that later… probably after lecturing Kaito, if he ever transformed back. 

Hate Date in Osaka

meitanteiosaka:

“Freedom, huh? Freedom’s what you make of it. It’s always there, it just depends on how much you grab.” Well, it seemed as if they were now at an impasse. Hakuba didn’t seem to want to abandon his shell – though he was doing a good job of poking his head out right now – and Heiji didn’t know what other advice to offer.

It saddened him somewhat that Hakuba felt the need to lie to his own family. To keep them from worrying? They were going to worry regardless, that’s how parents were. At least, that’s what Okan had told him when he was younger.

Meal finished, he set his chopsticks on the plate, muttering a quick ‘thanks fer th’ food,’ under his breath. “Just a warning: if you don’t find an outlet for your stress, things will get worse.“ It had happened to him, after all, and he’d learned to work with it since. Granted, Hakuba seemed to have the patience of a saint and was lasting longer than he ever did, but everyone had their breaking point. “So if you need someone to yell at, I’ll be here to yell right back.” Bad joke, but he hoped the Brit got the point. “And if you come back to Osaka, I might even give you the grand tour. There are so many great places to see here, not just the library.“

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Concern about his well-being? Mention of a possible return and subsequent offer to continue to associate?  Hakuba watched Heiji for the time being, expression placid, and nodded at the appropriate times. The surprise he felt was a little overwhelming, considering how upset he’d been just a few moments ago. 

"I should very much like that, Hattori-san,” Hakuba said regarding Osaka, then laughed, voice soft and amused. “That could count as an outlet, right? Better yet if we get into an argument again and need to yell.”

Really, the offer was touching, and quite possibly the nicest thing Heiji had ever said or done to him. And, admittedly, the idea of intentionally yelling at a willing participant and reciprocant, was… tempting, joke or not. Certainly more healthy than his other outlets, as well, which he did not feel the need to mention. 

He turned back to his food and worked at it, feeling much more relaxed. 

Moonlight Visitor

themoonlightthief:

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He couldn’t help but tense slightly as Hakuba’s hand wrapped around his arm, no matter how gentle the action. Although that was a hint more expected, compared to the detective’s previous shock, it still made the nervousness in the thief’s chest flare up like fire, gaze sharply darting back to meet the other’s own.

“…I, ah, told you, detective. It was a delivery. Someone asked me to.”

While it was the truth, it was hardly the only reason he’d done it, but telling Hakuba what those other reasons were was simply…not something he could bring himself to do. Not now. Not while he still wasn’t sure—

Swallowing, he once more aimed a grin at the taller teen, head cocking slightly to the side. “That’s all.“

”…Oh.“ 

Confusion turned to disappointment, which was quickly covered by a smirk of skepticism. Hakuba removed his hand, coolly regarding the thief as he returned it to his side. Yet those honey-colored eyes betrayed that hesitant pain.

"It seems rather a lot of trouble to come just for that… I can’t imagine who would have asked you to do such a thing, but they must be important, indeed." 

A helpless shrug. 

"Still… thank them for me, won’t you? It was a lovely reprieve from a restless sleep.” Not that Hakuba knew how ragged he looked, tie hanging loosely about his shoulders, hair uncharacteristically unkempt. 

phantom-thief-kid:

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Kaito walked, tail in the air, still ignoring the humans he saw. He was utterly uncaring of them at this point and would much rather sleep. Maybe his human would come with and eat what he gave him. (For a human, he did look a bit scrawny and pale.)

He went back into the Kuroba residence through the window and laid down on the bed. The birds were squawking again and the small kitten was now hiding again. He set his head down. Though his toe still bothered him, he was otherwise comfortable. Much better than falling asleep out by that deer last time.

It was with some difficulty that Hakuba managed to get through the window and into the house, but manage he did. The detective, once inside, looked back through the window and moved to close it – but thought better of it. The lion was full as far as he could tell and, according to his research, that meant it was time for a nap. As if lion lying on the bed weren’t indicative of that. Besides, he didn’t want to risk annoying the lion or making it feel caged in; that certainly wouldn’t do. 

So instead he went to Kaito’s desk and set the deer leg upon it, taking a seat after. 

phantom-thief-kid:

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Okay, good. Now he was behaving. Kaito finished up the bite he was working on and ripped off a foreleg. He took it over to his human, waiting for him to grab the leg. Then he’d set off for his den. If his human followed, he didn’t particularly care.

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“Oh… ah, thank… thank you.”

Hakuba took the leg, gulping hard against the turn of his stomach. He’d seen many gruesome murder scenes in his time, and always dressed his own kills while hunting, but something about the rather savage nature of the break in flesh, offered so sweetly, made him pale a little. The amount of discordance at work in his head rattled him as he tried to put every bit of information in its place. 

As the lion moved, the detective followed. Stumbling at first, dizzy, then more calmly, taking the leg with him. While he didn’t want to be seen carrying the piece of bloodied animal, he didn’t exactly have anything else at hand. No weapons, no lures, no evidence that the blood that stained the mouth and fur of the lion had been animal, not human. But now he did. 

But where was the lion off to now? Hakuba regretted leaving the deer behind; there was still good meat there, and it was wasteful to leave, but… but the lion was more important. The waste would just have to be taken into consideration for the future. 

Moonlight Visitor

themoonlightthief:

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His fingers carefully and gently unfolded from the collar of Hakuba’s shirt, hand pulling back and away with a slowness that easily conveyed the uncertainty he refused to let show on his face – not that he could do the same for the faint hotness on his cheeks, but the shadow cast by his hat, along with the darkness of the room served to hide it well enough. He hoped.

Perhaps…this had been a bad idea after all.

The detective still hadn’t spoken and indigo eyes scanned his face swiftly and carefully for any sign of what he might be thinking. And, upon noticing the faint flush on his cheeks, the thief’s lips quirked into the hint of a grin. Well. That was something, at least. But not quite what he had expected.

A push, cursing, hell, even a punch—

Something more.

Instead of this…silence.

Kid tried hard to keep himself from fidgeting, the way Hakuba was simply staring starting to get to him. He wasn’t sure what to say and silence reigned for a few minutes more, before he finally got his mouth to work again.

Well. It seems the delivery was a success.“ The lightness in which he spoke covered the nervousness, hesitancy and embarrassment well and he shifted away, tipping his hat forward slightly as he made the grin on his lips widen. “If the way it seems to have struck you speechless is any indication. That is all I came here to do, so if you’ll be so kind as to excuse me…”

Kaitou’s movement and the stated intention to leave, to take that warmth and wonder away, spurred Hakuba to act. He took a step forward,  reaching a hand for the thief’s arm, to stop him- but gently. 

“Ah- no, wait… Please.”  Hakuba’s cheeks turned redder still, feeling somewhat like a shy mouse suddenly thrust out into center stage. “I-is that… really…?”  So much for eloquence. The detective gulped. “Wh-why did you-?”

He had to know. The intentions and motivations of others had always been a driving force in everything he did, but this question, this action, was something he had a desperate need to understand. 

phantom-thief-kid:

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The lion looked up for the moment. His human staring at him and it was rather annoying. He let out a small growl and went back to eating, not taking his eyes off his human.

If his human wanted to join in to eat, he was welcome to (Kaito had already eaten quite a bit and was working on one of the hind legs now), but he would have to cut that out. This was Kaito’s territory and, though his human smelled like a mate, trying to challenge Kaito was about one of the stupidest ideas his human could have.

“Er…”

Well, all right, if he were honest, Hakuba would admit that the particular look, coupled with the growl, that the lion was giving him was distinctly unsettling. He nervously averted his gaze and instead looked around the area, wishing that he knew more about lion psychology.

Oh, but he had his phone on him. He fished for his mobile again, then began his research, glancing from the phone to the lion every so often to make sure that he hadn’t left.