Monthly Archives: September 2013

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phantom-thief-kid replied to your post: “I’m pregnant with your baby.”

It would be worth it to troll him. Such lighthearted fun would be needed after the rather rough week nearly everyone seemed to have. “I am not an expert at magic, Hakuba. I am unsure if someone in a mask decided it or if it’s part of the curse.”

“Ah… .. I… I see. Ah.” Unconventional, yes, but was it a problem? Hakuba tilted his head, gulping hard. How did KID feel about it? Was he okay? He had a hundred questions run through his mind at once, then another, and another, and he swayed where he stood – but just a little. Flustered, confused, he bit his lip and tried to compose himself. This was a very serious matter, after all. “Are you… all right? What can I do? Tell me… Anything. I… I’ll… I’ll do anything.”

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(double shot!): “I love you”/”I never really loved you”

To the first:

“You… You love… me? Ah… I… Emi-kun…” Flustered, goofy smile, knitted brows, bewildered stammers. “Ah, you… Are you sure? Why? I… I’m speechless. Th-thank you…”

To the second:

"… … …ah. I… well, I suppose it shouldn’t be of any surprise, should it? Not to worry, I ah… I understand completely, Himura-san. Thank you for being honest with me." 

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meitanteiosaka replied to your post: Heiji was having such a hard time not breaking down laughing. This had turned out even better than he’d initially thought. “Well, can’t say I remember /everythin’./ After all, I had a lot ta drink too.” A snicker almost broke through at the flat lie.
“Ahaha…” So the jig was up. Ah well. “S’jus’ fun seein’ ya all flustered.” Well, it’d also been a bit of a dare, but he didn’t think that was worth mentioning. “An’ ya did get pretty flustered fer a while there, so I’ll call it a success.”

“And just why did you want to see me flustered? Is there something that you’re not telling me, Hattori? You do seem to be rather preoccupied with me. Borderline obsessed. Is it our rivalry? Is it something else? I really can’t be certain… But you’re very obnoxious. It’s making it difficult to concentrate on this essay about your finer qualities." 

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Heiji was having such a hard time not breaking down laughing. This had turned out even better than he’d initially thought. “Well, can’t say I remember /everythin’./ After all, I had a lot ta drink too.” A snicker almost broke through at the flat lie.

“Oh, I’m certain that you did… That would explain why you’re not able to lie even passably. Hattori, is there any particular reason why you thought it would be a good idea to fabricate such a story to tease me with~? Is there… any particular outcome that you were hoping to get? Something that would, ah, please you enough to make it worth yours and Kaitou-san’s time, not to mention my own~? Are you satisfied with your little trick?”

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“Ah– yes. I’ll be looking forward to it,” Kaitou grinned, fingers curling around the brim of his hat as he returned the gesture. “I’ll see you then, detective.” And then he turned to leave, chancing a brief, curious and slightly uncertain glance back towards the blonde, before disappearing from view. Hakuba /had/ figured it out, right?

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Oh yes. Hakuba had figured it out. And he wouldn’t soon forget it. But he let the thief go because he now had much bigger fish to fry… and he knew that Kaitous weren’t much for fishes.

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“…Eh? Wait, you mean–” Out of all the things he’d expected from Hakuba at that moment, /that/ had not been among any of them. Surprise – and something else entirely – flickered across his face, before he caught himself, lips tugging into a light, playful smirk. So Hakuba had figured it out? And that’s how he wanted to play it? Alright then. Fine. “Oh, I think I might have some time this weekend. That eager to refresh your memory, detective~?”

“Yes, yes I am, and this weekend would be perfect. In the meantime, I’ll exchange some /words/ with Hattori…” Now composed, the detective gave a low nod to the thief, almost- but not quite- bowing him out. “Until then, Kaitou-san.”

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Alright, maybe he’d gone just a little bit too far. It was probably time to call it quits. But Hakuba’s reactions had just been so priceless-! “I’m afraid I don’t quite remember exactly how long we were out,” he grinned, placing a gentle hand on Hakuba’s shoulder. “I wouldn’t worry too much if I were you though. Ah-” A brief glance down towards his watch and then he stepped back. “I’m afraid I have to leave. But I’m sure Hattori will be /more/ than happy to fill in the rest of the gaps for you~”

Hakuba glanced down at Kid’s hand on his shoulder, eyes narrowing. “Indeed,” he said, but the way he said it left him sounding thoroughly unconvinced. His jaw set firm as he looked back to Kid’s face, expression shifting to an even neutral.

“I just have one question for you before you go: when would you like to do that again~? Without the Osakan factor?”

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Don’t laugh, don’t laugh, don’t laugh– “Well, /yes/. First it was you and Hattori, then me and you, followed by me and Hattori and then all three of us…” he trailed off, silently counting on his fingers, before offering Hakuba a light grin. “Yeah, that sounds about right. It’s a real shame you don’t remember though…”

“Y-you and… Ha-Hattori…?” Hakuba swallowed hard, the color in his face slowly draining as he contemplated the implications therein. “Ah.. god, I… I ah… that isn’t… I…”

He swayed where he stood, lifting a hand to run through his hair, then rub at the back of his neck. Things weren’t adding up, though, as frighteningly realistic as Kid’s acting was. Hakuba let out a slow breath.

“Just how long were we out and about, anyway? I mean, not that I don’t have the stamina, but that certainly seems like quite a /lot/ of physical exertion with /that/ much alcohol. And given the limits on the human body… ” Hakuba glanced up at Kid warily, brow raising, even over his weary face. “You wouldn’t be /lying/ to me now, would you? You and Hattori in some horribly cruel, ill-conceived practical joke at my expense?”

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“Well, he certainly didn’t /fit in/ at first, but after a bit of work–” He shook his head and quickly got Poker Face back in place, turning to face Hakuba again, face flushed with oh-so-hard-to-suppress-laughter. “Are you /sure/ you don’t remember…? And here it was such a /memorable/ night…!”

The notebook tumbled from Hakuba’s fumbling hands and fell to the floor as his expression turned to something horrified.

“Good God. No. Oh god, no that- no I ju- I no… No no no no.” The foreign detective shook his head, grimacing. He’d only been /that/ drunk once (or twice) before, and that had not ended well. “Ah, no… I mean… god, not again… R-really? With… with /Hattori/?! Ah… no… this isn’t what I’d imagined at /all/, oh god no.”