Monthly Archives: July 2013

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koizumiakako:

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With another sigh she looked back down at the table and swirled the spoon around the dessert cup in front of her. Honestly, she hadn’t really meant to cause him so much pain. The whole affair had been based on her spell over him, which wouldn’t have hurt him so much upon it’s removal unless he had actually developed some sort of genuine feelings for her. It wasn’t her fault that he had actually started to like her! Especially when she made it clear that she was trying to get Kaito’s attention.

Obviously it didn’t work. It never did no matter which Kaito she tried it on because there was always someone else. Aoko, Kudou, and sometimes even Hakuba himself. Maybe she had done it as a sort of backhanded revenge but it seemed silly since Hakuba hadn’t done anything.

Why wouldn’t he be pissed? She could feel it radiating off of him, and while she wasn’t scared of him in the slightest, it still left her with an uneasy feeling that she couldn’t quite shake off.

Looking back up at him she nodded her head toward the seat opposite her. A talk was probably long overdue. And while she wasn’t quite sure what to say, it seemed that it was inevitable. He probably had plenty to get off his chest and likewise she had a few things to get off her own.

Things had changed since then.

An invitation to sit with her. With her. Hakuba rolled his eyes, turning his head away again, but hesitated. Evil, temptress witch or not, Akako was still a lady – at least she presented herself as such – and if Hakuba was really a true gentleman, he would give her another chance. He considered, briefly, if he really needed to be a gentleman in this case, but eventually, reluctantly, conceded. 

Defeated, he could only give the cashier a mournful, pleading look as she handed him his coffee. He rolled his hip, pulling away from the counter he’d been leaning on, and slowly trudged in despair toward Akako’s table as if he were marching to his own, certain, miserable death.

Once he arrived, he looked at her again, pressing his lips into a thin, straight line; a supposedly neutral expression that he often wore when he was trying to decide what mood he wanted to be in before speaking. Then, he did the rudest thing he could think of to do and pulled a chair back and taking a seat without being explicitly asked to or having asked first. The coffee ended up set on the table while Hakuba organized the shopping bags at his feet. 

He said nothing (which was also quite rude of him to do), and didn’t even care.

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askkudoushinichi:

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“You know quite a lot about me. Which means you’ve really done your homework. I didn’t think I was that interesting.” He chuckled, smiling at him. “But you’re right, I guess. I don’t always follow the rules but I don’t really break them either. Only bend. The police still look down on that though so it’s not the best plan for me.“

The conversation had surprised him. He hadn’t expected it to be so casual, especially since they barely knew each other but Hakuba had been surprisingly humble around him. It seemed that his reputation preceded him but Shinichi had still expected to see a little of that arrogant personality he had experienced twice before. But in this situation, it was surprisingly nonexistent.

"It sounds like that’s your plan. To go into the force like your father? That’s pretty admirable in itself. He must be proud of you.”

Hakuba resisted the urge to comment that Kudou-san was, in fact, very interesting and that, yes, he had done a lot of homework on him. Probably too much.

When the talk moved back onto Hakuba, he shrugged. “Ah, there are still a lot of things that I have yet to consider as far as the specifics go… but I do think that I will likely attempts to join Scotland Yard in the United Kingdom and help with their forensics and cold case files.” He frowned a little. “I guess I like paperwork too much to go out on my own.”

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koizumiakako:

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Of course she had noticed. Akako had recognized his voice the moment he had spoken to the cashier but noticing and initiating conversation were two completely different things. When she had looked to find the source of the familiar voice she had easily pinpointed him by his blond hair and refined stance, even under the weight of so many shopping bags.

So she had waited to see if he would see her and sure enough he had. And then he immediately looked away and she bristled slightly at being ignored, even though she was doing the same thing.

Of course he would still be mad. The idea occurred to her quickly and it calmed her attitude, but only slightly. When he turned back to look at her again she couldn’t help but feel a pang of hurt at the look on his face; as if he had been hoping to never see her again. She had hoped to never see that face on a man ever again.

So instead of turning away, she gave him a tiny wave, nearly unnoticeable but she was sure that he would.

Oh no. She had noticed. And then- what, a wave?

Hakuba frowned. He wasn’t sure how else to react. After what she’d done, a wave? He fought the compulsion to wave back. To smile and nod at her in greeting. It would be rude to ignore her gesture, but then, he didn’t really have anything to say to her that wasn’t rude anyway, so what did it matter? 

The detective looked back to the cashier, wondering why it was taking her so long to get his coffee ready. He took in a deep breath, exhaled a sigh, then forced himself to look back at Akako and nod in her direction. 

THERE. That had to count for something, didn’t it? 

He was displeased, sour-faced, hands slipping into his pockets – what he could manage, anyway, with the shopping bags looped around his wrists. Ugh. How could someone so beautiful be so… so… so like her?

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great-goddess-amaterasu:

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That was an odd smell. It was rich, but it wasn’t something she smelled where she was from. Even if she lost sight of him, though, she could tell where he was based on scent. It was a perk of being in wolf form.

Amaterasu followed, heading up the stones, her tail wagging all the while. She avoided jumping up them too high; humans here seemed to be afraid of her when she did that, for whatever reason. The man was balancing something on his lap and he had a cup in his hand.

Hakuba watched the wolf as she approached, tilting his head at the strange markings on her. No, he’d never seen a wolf quite like that before, if it was a wolf in fact. Ethiopian wolf, perhaps? No, the body was all wrong for that. He set the brief case aside, took another sip of too-hot coffee, then set that on top of said briefcase.

“Hello there,” he said, voice soft and gentle. She didn’t seem aggressive; tail wagging, bright eyes, alert ears, nothing really off except for those markings. Were she one of his dogs, he would be getting a ball ready to throw. But since he had no ball and she was not one of his dogs, he instead watched quietly. Beautiful animal.

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askkudoushinichi:

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“Hmm… I guess I haven’t really thought about it in awhile. I’m more likely to do things my own way though, so I’ll probably do something on my own. It’s working well enough right now as it is,” he answered after a moment. It really wasn’t something he had thought about in awhile, especially after everything he had been through – and was still going through – with the Black Organization.

But he couldn’t really tell Hakuba about it. Not only was Hakuba very curious, he also seemed to be dedicated to a fault. If he caught wind of something as illicit as an Organization with members in very high places, there was a good chance that he would want to help and wouldn’t stop until the case was solved.

“Maybe when I graduate, I’ll open up an actual business. Who knows…” he muttered, more to himself.

“Ah, of course… that makes sense.”  Hakuba had expected that, really. While it would be wonderful to have Kudou on the force, the foreign detective could in no way deny that he was probably too good to just be a police detective. There were far too many restrictions that would make it hard for Kudou to be as brilliant as he deserved. “You’ve always been somewhat of a rebel, haven’t you? I’m impressed.”

And he was. And also happy to hear that Kudou was every bit as passionate and dedicated to his craft as he’d thought. 

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themoonlightthief:

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Kaito blinked and raised his head from the armrest of the couch and glanced in the direction of the door, while grabbing for the remote and turning the TV on mute.

He had gotten back surprisingly early – at least the wind had been kind enough to him tonight – and after checking the sapphire to, once again, only be disappointed to find that it wasn’t the Pandora, he had changed out of his clothes and taken a shower, before dropping himself in front of the TV. It might be late, but it was nowhere near late enough for him to want to go to bed just yet, so he’d decided to let his brain rot, just for a little while.

Not that there were any good shows on right now anyway.

Had he done something to piss lady Luck off or what?

Stretching, Kaito pushed himself up from the couch and headed for the door, expression one of confusion and curiosity. His mom was out on another one of her trips, Jii was busy and Aoko would just storm inside instead of knocking, so who…?

Upon opening the door, he froze, blue eyes going slightly wide in surprise and all he could do was stare at the detective and—

…Was that a duffel bag?

Okay, no, this was just not cool. It was everything but cool. What was Hakuba even thinking?!

“Y’know, if you’re gonna drop by all unexpected like this, the least you could do was bring a pizza,” Kaito huffed, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe, a confused expression plastered on his face. “What are you even doing here?“

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Perfect.

Hakuba offered a broad, sinister smirk to his friendly neighborhood Kaito, and shrugged his shoulders.

"You ruined my evening, Kuroba-san, and so I am here to ruin yours. I’ll pay for pizza if you insist, but you are going to have to host. May I please come in?”

The detective felt so much amusement in all of this, and it showed. Ah, to be the one watching the wriggling anxiety instead of feeling it for once.

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Some Nights (blackfeatherswhitedoves)

blackfeatherswhitedoves:

“I was assuming."  KID heard the irritation, but ignored it.  He was only concerned with getting to relative safety at the moment.  It was always more stressful when he had to worry about someone’s life other than his own.

Soon, KID saw the bicycle shop, and smiling inwardly.  Soon they could rest.  He hurried them both to the stairs, easily getting inside the building.  He let Hakuba go for a minute and knelt down to pick the lock for the shop in order to let them both in.

The lock was easy to break for someone as skilled as KID. Hakuba watched with interest, though he tried not to let it show too much. He leaned against the railing while waiting, noticing only then the blood splatters on KID’s clothing.

"Ah… Kaitou-san… Are you all right?" 

Then he looked at himself; the tear in his arm, the pain in his side, and frowned. He glanced down the steps behind them, looking for any spots of blood on the way up, though it was too dark to see. 

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Of Crimson, Tigers, and Birdwatching

phantom-thief-kid:

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Kaito headed out onto the balcony, thinking. The other stuff would have to be spaced out. He could also do some riddles, as a way of buying time without lying too badly. …But that didn’t turn out so well when dealing with Kudou being a shrimp.

New plan forming, one that involved spacing out the various other things in increments, so as to avoid having Hakuba have another breakdown or be storming off. (And him fainting up here while leaning on the rail would be incredibly bad. KID didn’t bring his hang glider to this excursion; it was a little hard to with civilian clothes, after all.)

“A penny for your thoughts?”

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Hakuba flicked the lighter on, then off again, fingers moving in the practiced moment without any effort or thought at all. He glanced at Kaito, arching a brow, before looking back at the city.

“Were you aware that the penny in any modern-day country is not only nearly worthless, but actually costs a significant amount more to produce than its marked value?" 

All the same, the detective offered a sort of half-hearted grin. But it faded not long after.

"I know you don’t need me to protect you. You don’t need anyone. But that doesn’t stop me from worrying about you." 

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koizumiakako:

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“Am I being ignored…?” Akako wondered, tapping her fingers against the marble tabletop. She was currently relaxing with a glass of iced tea and a strawberry parfait on the eighth floor café of a local shopping complex. She hadn’t heard from Kaito in days, and she couldn’t remember when she had last spoken with Aoko. And who knew where Hattori was right now…

And Hakuba was completely out of the question. Sometimes she felt quite guilty for what she did to him but she would be damned if she would apologize this late in the game.

She sighed, glancing out the window in boredom. It was a nice day out and of course she could probably find something to do but she wasn’t willing to go out and find it. She was feeling rather melancholic.

As fate would have it, the person chosen to walk into the cafe at that moment was the aforementioned Hakuba. He didn’t notice Akako as he skirted his way through the tables and to the register to order. The detective’s arms were burdened with several shopping bags and he looked tired, but smiled at the girl behind the register and easily made polite and friendly small talk until the transaction was complete. 

Finished, Hakuba shuffled the bags between his hands and went to wait at the other end of the counter for his espresso, finally taking a moment to gather his surroundings. He’d been so busy thinking about his need for caffeine that he’d done things out of order… and regretted it once his gaze fell upon Koizumi-san. 

Shit. 

The detective turned sideways, averting his gaze to watch the cashier as she made his coffee, instead. Maybe the witch hadn’t noticed him? He peeked back.

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nsfw 7, 12, 21, 28

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(21 and 28 were answered on the last, so we’ll do 22 and 29 instead.)

7: Have you ever had any one night stands?

“…Is this a serious question? It’d be easier to ask if I’ve had sex when it wasn’t a one night stand.” Pause. “…the answer would be yes, though. At least a couple of times…" 

12: How often do you have sex?

"I believe it averages out to be 3.54 times a month. That largely depends on how often I travel and what boring high society functions I’m forced to attend." 

22: Do you/would you use sex toys?

"I have, and do, when it’s called for. It’s usually unnecessary, however.”

29: Favourite body part on the same sex?

“…I can’t imagine that it would be anything other than the obvious.”