“I’m pretty sure” She scoffed “He ain’t nothin’ special, nothin’ compared ta…”
“Never mind”
“Aw… that’s actually very sweet. Here, is this image better? It has the bonus of having me in it, as well!”
Monthly Archives: August 2013
3, 5, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 24, 38 -sailingmeships
3: Talk about the person you’ve had the most intense romantic feelings for.
“Most intense romantic feelings, hm? I suppose that would be, thus far, my feelings for Kaitou-san. I know that it’s unconventional – a detective and a thief? Particularly one so wild and desired by so many… Well, the heart is a fragile, mysterious thing. I suppose I would have to say that it’s been touch-and-go ever since I met him. Complicated. Uncertain. But he himself, whether he has the monocle and cape on, or not, is a truly wonderful person. At least, I believe he is… He’s very charming and persuasive. Cute. Obnoxious. Sometimes fickle. Very sneaky. Aggravating. Addicting. And oh, so stubborn.”
6: Talk about the worst birthday you’ve had. (5 is a repeat so here’s the next one in line. How relevant!)
"Oddly enough, I think today’s was one of, if not, the worst. It was a constant battle of mood whiplash. I received many kind notes and gifts from friends, which was wonderfully unexpected. However, the date slipped the minds of a couple of fairly important people (my father, for one) and they forgot entirely. Not that it mattered, however, as right after a particularly aggravating and exhausting argument with an old flame about how terrible I am, proceeded to get into a terrible car accident on the way to Tokyo. This landed myself and a classmate/friend in the hospital. She’s in a coma now, and I’m being forced to stay overnight for observation. Happy birthday to me. I suppose I didn’t need a car anyway. It only had immense sentimental value to me. But at least the morning was relatively fine.”
7: Talk about your biggest insecurity.
“I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my past, and am worried that others will be unable to see past them. Because it feels so hopeless, I often times fail to see the point in trying to improve my situation. One more drop in the bucket isn’t going to matter, is it? I constantly flip-flop on the issue, trying to stop, trying to get better, yet…
"Ah, but I digress. The sins of my past, I suppose, and the idea that I will never be able to move past them. Or even if I do that it won’t matter anyway because it’s far too late.”
8: Talk about the thing you are most proud of.
“The rehabilitation center that I volunteered for was staffed by an older gentleman who told me that a bird like Watson was meant only for seasoned, expert austringers… yet, despite the fact that I was far younger and inexperienced than the others, she chose me to trust and bond with.
"They even had to get special permits approved for me to keep her because of my age, but I passed all of their other requirements and tests and… now, she’s all mine.”
9: Talk about little things on your body that you like the most
"I… ah, I wish that being a ‘halfer’ weren’t such a big deal here in Japan. I rather like my English features, and the places where the Japanese heritage shows through, well, it’s… unique, I think. Slight differences; such as a different curve to my eyes than either of my parents, broad shoulders, but lean body. I like the way that I look. Scientifically speaking, mixing heritages only makes genes better and stronger, right? And yet…”
10: Talk about the biggest fight you’ve ever had.
“It was with Baaya, actually… when I was fourteen. It was after, ah, the situation with John and… well, she literally saved my life. We screamed at each other on that rooftop for probably two hours until security came up and told us to leave. Granted, it was two in the morning… But she let me lean on her in the car ride home and didn’t say a word to my father, as promised. I should… I should be better for her, really. She’s done so much for me.”
11: Talk about the best dream you’ve ever had.
"I once had a dream that I was turned into a dragon, if you can believe it. It was amazing. I flew away from this God-forsaken country and explored all of Asia, Russia, and then Europe before finding a nice, big cave for my hoard – which was a gigantic pile of books, incidentally; not gold and gemstones.”
24: Talk about something someone told you that meant a lot.
“Hattori-san told me that I was welcome to yell at him any time I needed to. That was… actually very sweet of him, though I wonder how effective it is, since he’s usually the one making me yell in the first place. All the same, it did mean a lot to me. I think. Relatively.”
38: Talk about songs that remind you of certain people.
“If I start answering this legitimately, I’ll end up with an entire playlist of sappy songs of unrequited love devoted to half of the cast of Detective Conan and Magic Kaito, as well as a smattering of other characters from series that I really shouldn’t have knowledge of (but am grateful for).
"So instead, I would like to dedicate ‘We Are the Champions’ by Queen to my fellow detective colleagues.”
*Ahem* Speak fer yerself Hakuba-kun. I am not now, nor have I ever been in love with Kaitou Kid.
“Are you sure about that…? I think you might be bluffing. Need I remind you of this gif?”
we all might as well be “secretly” crushing on KID /snort
“Yes, yes, I know, everyone is in love with Kaitou Kid, you don’t need to remind me of this fact. Believe me, I have to deal with it all day, every day.”
*secretly crushing on kaitou kid* imeanwat c:
“…Camie-chan, I… … … you know what, never mind.”
*is secretly crushing on Hakuba*
“This isn’t something terribly unusual~”
She only nodded, strain evident on her face. A part of her had been wishing that maybe he would concede and allow her back into his arms but she scoffed at her own ridiculous idea. He would never and neither would she. Pride and determination would make sure of that.
As quickly as she could Akako turned on her heel, clumsier than usual, but managed to keep herself upright and striding away. There wasn’t any confidence ormalice in her step, just exhaustion and disappointment. “Try not to overwork yourself,” she called back hesitantly, not sure if she should say anything at all. But the deed was done. Now they could go back to normal…
Yes… back to normal.
The detective waited until she was gone, steeling himself against that compulsion to go after her, to stop her, to grasp her as he’d thought about countless times… and then he calmly gathered his things, checked the time on his pocket watch, and headed out for the day.
He had a friend/classmate to pick up for a trip to Tokyo. An afternoon to get away and distract himself from, well, himself.
Happy birthday, indeed.
She didn’t even have the energy to counter that. After all, there wasn’t anything he said that wasn’t true. She wasn’t angry, or sad, or any other emotion that might be appropriate in her situation. She was just tired. The last thing she wanted to do was to keep fighting a losing battle but that’s all she had been doing since day one.
“Then I suppose I’ll just continue being alone. You’ve rejected my peace offering so all I have left to do is to keep trying in some vain hope that he’ll return my feelings one day… which he won’t. But I’ll keep doing it.”
Her shoulders slumped in a very dismissive way as she turned her attention to a wall to her right. Teaching herself how to not cry had been the most useful skill she had ever learned as a child and she was so grateful for it right then. But she had been alone for so long already, what was the rest of her life?
“You can return the gift if you like. The receipt is in the box. Then you can buy something you actually want. Maybe some new cologne and then you can spend the rest of it on a night out. Maybe find a new companion.” She took a deep breath before turning back to him and smiling her usual, distant smile. “I’ll keep away as best I can. No promises though, Tantei-san.”
"I will wish you the best of luck in your pursuits, Koizumi-san.” Hakuba answered, tone neutral, placid. Just the same way it was day in and day out. Likewise distant, likewise hurting, and always hidden. He watched her for a moment, lips drawn in a straight line, neither smiling nor frowning.
His mouth curved into a faint, but forced smile that never reached his eyes. He, too, was tired. “I appreciate your attention to detail; remembering my birthday, making a point of buying a gift of my preference, delivering it to me in person. Thank you.”
The detective offered her a bow, formal and respectful, then straightened up to show that, really, there was no victory in this. He got no joy from their argument. Nothing but pain in their concessions and admissions. It hurt. Everything hurt and there was no end to it.
“I’m certain that I’ll see you around. I hope you have a pleasant rest of your day.”
“Your selective hearing is becoming vexatious,” she growled. “What exactly do you want from me? I simply told you the truth and now you’re acting as if you want to pick up where we left off even though you talk about me with vinegared words.
"Yes, I got attached to you and yes, I got scared. You must look at me like a robot if I should be so incapable of making mistakes. Of feeling fear.” It was taking all of her willpower not to say something hurtful. Fight or flight was starting to kick in… she was going to have to admit to something private if she wanted this is end on a better note.
“Did you know, Hakuba-kun,that I had never had a boyfriend before you? I was already in brand new territory. I make people fall in fake love with me because I’m terrified of actual love. Terrified of what it might do to me. I can’t possibly hope to make someone like you understand… someone constantly surrounded by people who choose to be there.” She felt her face heating up and dug her nails into the flesh of her palm. “It’s sickening how you take it for granted…”
"And you don’t?" Hakuba raised an incredulous brow, jaw tight with frustration at the mess of it all. "There are dozens of boys at school who would worship at your feet if you would give them the chance, but you only seem interested in those who would pose a challenge.”
He tilted his head, expression suddenly something between a scowl and a triumphant smile at his sudden realization. “You know what I think? I think that you and I are not at all dissimilar. In fact, you and I share many of the same vices. I don’t use love spells, but I dabble in ‘fake love’ all of the time because I’m convinced that no one could love me. People don’t choose to be around me, Koizumi-san. People avoid me except when they can take advantage of me. And I let them because it’s at least better than being alone, isn’t it?”
The detective laughed. “God, and yes, I have it bad for Kuroba-kun, just like you. And just as it is for you, it’s a pointless chase. Neither of us are going to win in the end. I’m constantly afraid, despite the rejection being, likewise, constant. I, like you, am alone so much of the time. Perhaps no one can stand us. Perhaps we don’t let anyone near us. It doesn’t matter either way because we are, still, alone.
”…and for the record, Koizumi-san, you were the only girlfriend I’ve ever had. And I was terrified to even try because relationships and I never work out well. Still haven’t. So, no, I understand. I understand very, very well.“
M!A OVER
