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6-Word Story #99 (via writingsforwinter)
Monthly Archives: January 2014
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kairu321: Before the wedding-Sherlock pretend to don’t know how to tie a necktie himself. This reminds me of my senpai to a frightening degree. Perhaps Kudou-kun really isn’t as helpless as he’s projected…
“Don’t you agree that Hattori-kun looks good in a dress?”
“Well, I’ve never seen him in one before, so I wouldn’t know… though I suppose if I thought about it, I could just almost see it… Though, honestly, I’m not certain if it’s a dream or a nightmare that I’m seeing.”
“Hey Heiji! When you and Hakuba-kun fight, you sound like an old married couple!”
“Ya stay outta this!”
“Heh. S’obvious ya’d be th’ wife. Though I don’t see why anyone would wanna marry ya.”
"Come on, Hattori-kun! Hakuba-kun would be the husband because he is handsome and polite. You are like the nagging wife because you yell all the time.”
“Why thank you, Yamashita-chan, but I’m afraid that being polite and handsome are not enough to make one an adequate husband… Regardless…
"Hattori-kun! You cut me to the quick. I may excel at more domestic skills than you doesn’t mean that you should count yourself out for the lucky role of being my bride… Though, I suppose it would be only natural for you to assume such, being surrounded by women in your life who have absolute control and authority over you. Therefore, if you’d prefer to play the role of whipped husband, I’ll concede to let you have at it.”
“Hey Heiji! When you and Hakuba-kun fight, you sound like an old married couple!”
“Ya stay outta this!”
“…An old married couple?”
“…and Yamshita-chan thinks of Hattori-kun as my wife…?”
“Please tell me this means that we’ll get to see him in a dress. Perhaps with a cute little apron~? Few things would give me more pleasure.”
Closet (HAHHA)
((This is going to be quite something. I’m not sure what reaction Hakuba would have to being in this situation with Mr Holmes himself.))
7. A needy/hungry kiss
Meeting Saguru Hakuba’s gaze for a second, Sherlock’s expression was curious. People were usually so easy for him to read but something about the situation made it more difficult for the detective to read him without getting distracted by something. There was a hint of apprehension to Saguru but also the suggestion that the notion of being in such close proximity to someone who he was somewhat a fan of was thrilling to the young adult.
Leaning forwards, Sherlock closed the gap between them, kissing him on the lips with an almost eager ferocity. Not meeting to much opposition, Sherlock deepened the kiss, his hand moving up from the base of Hakuba’s neck to hold onto the young detective’s lower face. His fingers tightening around him as if he thought Saguru would back off if he didn’t. Moving his attention from Saguru’s mouth, Sherlock slowly but eagerly moved his kisses down to his companion’s jawline with an air of impatience, being sure the cool breath escaping his mouth between each kiss would contrast to the sensation each one brought. “Why do you confuse me so? You’re so irritatingly unreadable not to mention proud.” Sherlock growled.
#Maybe this is what would happen if Hakuba did come to 221B for tea with Sherlock? 😀
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“Yeah, figgers ya wouldn’t go fer that. Such sports take discipline an’ self-control, which ya obviously don’t have. I’d be surprised’f ya could take down a criminal on yer own, when wits’re no longer of use. Weakling. An’ my Japanese’s just fine, ya too-polite prat.”
”…I’d rather be too polite than reckless and violent, Hattori-kun. Discipline and self-control are two things that I am very well-versed in. I’ve taken self-defense, I know how to handle various weaponry, and I am not simply a handsome face… this body is capable of many things; not that you’ll ever know.
“I would not wish to waste my time with someone as defensive and ill-tempered as you. And, no; your Japanese is atrocious; often times I can barely understand you. I’d advise you to stick to English, but it just doesn’t suit you.”
“As if ya could. We both know yer crap at Go. Amongst other things.”
“Oh, please; I’m more than adequate at Go, but the same can’t be said for you and billiards… or chess… or cards…” He chuckled, casually. “Really, any gentleman’s game. But no, I suppose you really rather would spar, wouldn’t you~? Get out your aggression with a display of physical prowess. Tell me; do you grunt and roar, too? Or does the kansai-ben fulfil that need for your id?”