Monthly Archives: February 2014

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Love Week – Spellbreaker

motorcyclesandkatanas:

Hattori just kind of gaped at Hakuba. He knew that Pardonnez-Moi meant pardon me, and well, that was about it. His mind was running a mile a minuet, trying to understand just what he had been saying. And now, now Hakuba was asking him a question, and… and he just called him Heiji. Hattori’s brain kind of stopped working for a moment there.

“Wha’? Do wha’?” He stuttered out. Maybe, maybe Hakuba was apologizing and saying sorry? Maybe he was asking if he wanted him to stop? “Uh, yeah?” Hattori blinked a few times, wondering if he’d made a mistake.

There was a certain degree of disconnect between the original intent, the interpretation, and the overall understanding of the situation. Yet, none of this seemed to matter to Hakuba, who tilted his head in the other direction, wasting no further time before leaning in to kiss the other detective on the mouth again.

It would be one thing it were a quick and simple kiss, but no. No, this kiss came with another tilt of his head, eyes sliding closed to focus as he pressed, lips moving to caress and tug, Hands moved from his shoulders down to his arms, and only pulled back when his own hands had found Heiji’s. 

He opened his eyes again to gaze longingly into the eyes of the Osakan, then hesitated. For a brief moment, his fingers curled, reflexively lacing them together. 

Wait.. … what is…? 

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Love Week – Day Five

motorcyclesandkatanas:

Hakuba was getting close, extremely close. Hattori swallowed, hard, licking his lips out of nervousness as Hakuba reached out and fixed his collar. This was intimate, almost as intimate as the hand holding and Hattori was finding it rather difficult to remember why he was protesting so much.

“I do.” It was barely a whisper. “I do care wha’ happen ta ya.” He felt the blush creep back onto his cheek as he admitted the words and he coughed, clearing his throat. What was he doing? Why was he saying these things? Was it because of Hakuba’s actions.

Hakuba was starting to speak French. Hattori knew basic french, he wasn’t fluent in it, a few things here and there, the basic phrases to get by. Then Hakuba was kissing his cheeks and Hattori’s cheeks turned a dark crimson.

“Tha’ wasn’t exactly a hello kiss back there.” Hattori muttered.

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“C’est bien cela? Pardonnez-moi, Hattori,” Hakuba feigned a dramatic sigh, lifting a hand to the side of his face, glancing off down the alley to check for anyone passing by. Fortunately, they were alone. “Peut-être que vous voulez que je vous montre un vrai baiser?”

It was almost as if the blonde had ignored everything that the Osakan had attempted to say. Yes, he’d completely missed the point. He pulled back then, hands moving to Heiji’s shoulders to look his face over, noting the crimson with a sense of supreme satisfaction. It made little difference to him whether Heiji understood him or not; in fact, that was part of the thrill. 

“So what do you say, Heeeeiji~? Would you like me to?”

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Love Week – Day Five

motorcyclesandkatanas:

That sounded a little more like Hakuba, at least the complaining at him thing. Maybe he’d just been over-thinking things? No, he hadn’t. Hakuba would never have acted the way he had in that restaurant. This was not the Hakuba he knew and loved, or um, yeah… right.

“Ya jus’ kissed me in a restaurant full of people!” Hattori countered. “Wha’ ‘bout yere dad, yere reputation, wha’ if tha’ gets around?” Hattori ran a hand through his hair, staring at Hakuba, trying to gauge if he was making any sense. “Can ya forget ‘bout yere suit fer one secon-”

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“Why are ya starin’ at me like tha’…”

“Why?” Hakuba repeated the question, head tilting at an angle to elongate his neck as he approached, one step, then another, bringing him quite close to the other detective.

“I’m simply fascinated by you. Listening to you, being concerned about my reputation and the relationship between myself and my father. If I didn’t know any better, you might actually care about what happens to me…" 

It wasn’t so much teasing in a malicious way as it was a thoughtful, appreciative glaze. His words came with a low sort of hum to them; an undertone of predatory fixation. He lifted a hand to the collar of Heiji’s shirt, then the other, carefully straightening out the line of it. Close. Intimate. 

"But, really, Hattori… you needn’t worry too awfully much about that. Not at the moment, anyway. After all, I am a foreigner, and I’m certain that the Japanese would have a difficult time telling a half-brit from a frenchman, non? Bonjour, mon ami~” Hakuba chuckled, leaning in to kiss Heiji’s cheek on one side, then the other.

“I’m simply saying hello.” 

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Love Week – Day Five

motorcyclesandkatanas:

Something was wrong here, really wrong here. Hakuba wouldn’t have 

done something like that, not with so many people watching. What if someone recognized them? O0r more importantly, Hakuba? He really didn’t care, if it pissed his dad off, well, his dad could suck it up. His wasn’t responsible for his father, and his father wasn’t responsible for him.

Even if that was childish to think.

When the waiter came back, Hattori ignored the food being place, instead he dug around in his back pocket. When he saw Hakuba, he put down a wad of money – probably more then necessary, but he didn’t really care at the moment.

“Give tha food ta someone who looks like they need it.” Hattori said and grabbed Hakuba by the upper arm, pulling him out of the restaurant. Once they were a bit away he pulled him into a nearby ally and finally let him gone, frown on his face.

“Wha tha hell is up with ya?” He demanded, voice shaky.

“But-” Hakuba’s confused protests were strangled as he was dragged. “My udon!” The steaming bowls of fresh food disappeared from sight as the half-brit made little attempt to struggle. So much for a quiet dinner with a friend-or-more.

“Hattori, why?"  he whined, or had started to when the Osakan finally let go of him. "Up with me? I could ask the same question of you! What is up with you? We were just about to eat. I was treating you to dinner. We were finally having a lovely time together and now we’re out in this dirty old alley with no food and…” Hakuba frowned, glancing down at his sleeve. “You’ve wrinkled my suit, Hattori. Really, I hardly find that appropriate.”

…then again, there were several potentially inappropriate things about the scene that the blonde detective was just beginning to notice. Alleyway. Dimly lit. Privacy. Close proximity. Hakuba blinked, looking Heiji over again quietly a moment. He let his eyes half close, confusion melting away to something else – curiosity? Interest? No… desire. 

He stepped closer to him, expression nothing if not coy.

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((Running to work now, stupid late… probs won’t be back until this evening. I hope you all have a lovely Valentine’s Day and get all of the chocolate or whatever. I’m allergic to it so I’ll… get… chinese food, instead. Awyeah. Anyway, the point of this was to say that ILU all so very much, and so does Hakuba <3 <3 <3))

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✿

kaitouxjeanne:

✿ – something my muse finds very special

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Soft tinkles tumble out of an porcelain music box as a minx’s usual playful demeanor tumble off her face, only leaving a gentle smile — no games, no messages, no falsity. Air in G major. If she didn’t know better, Jeanne would’ve suspected he knew she was of the wind. 

And if she didn’t know better, the divine wind thief mused, as she traced the filigree of the box with her fingers and the porcelain’s floral design, that he knew her. She simply loved music boxes. Oak, porcelain, with the gears producing melody out of a small box. In fact, she liked most things that could be called antique, but music boxes held a special place in her heart.

The smile didn’t leave when she looked up at the detective. Tiptoeing, Jeanne left a long kiss to his right cheek. Sure that she couldn’t keep a bit of rose creeping into her face, the blushing maiden didn’t move away after the act and moved closer to rest (or hide her face) in the crook of his neck, still holding the music box.

“Happy Valentines, Saguru.”

His name, she said in a whisper. It was the first time, and probably, the thief thought, the only time she’d say it. Jeanne wasn’t sure if she could again, but it did feel natural this time.

.. And if she didn’t know better, she’d think being with him felt natural.

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akaikujixyaku:

It was beginning to take less exacerbating amounts of courage to engage him in this way- sure, it still took a considerable amount, which left her heart to flutter and her cheeks to rise with their standard flushed hue. He laughed against her lips and she couldn’t help a chuckle in return.

                                      She would accuse him of flattery with his words, but knew that
                                      he wasn’t the kind to offer words of affection unless he truly  
                                                                                                                 meant them.

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                                                       ”Well it isn’t much,
                                           I think,
But I’d hate to think that you might go a day without knowing how adored you are- by myself and by others, (but in this case, particularly by me). If I surprise you, it’s because you don’t expect nearly enough of the affection and kind gestures you deserve.

                                       So if you’ll thank god for me, my most darling detective. 
                           Than I too, thank god for you.
Thank god, perhaps most,
Not only for your being,
but that I was truly 
blessed
enough to meet you.” 

Her thumbs coursed over his cheeks softly, and she smiled even brighter for a fraction of a second, before briefly pecking the corner of his lips again. She had no plans, for the day, save affectionate messages being sent to those important to her life— no elaborate romantics to speak of. Yet if this was to be the only amorous endeavour for the whole of the Holiday, she could count it a great success.

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Love Week – Day Four

motorcyclesandkatanas:

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Hakuba had kissed him.

Hakuba had kissed him on the lips.

Hakuba had kissed him on the lips, in the middle of a restaurant.

Hakuba had kissed him on the lips, in the middle of a restaurant in front of a lot of people.

Hakuba had-

Hattori’s head fell forward and smacked, quite hard, against the table. His mind was spinning, and he was starting to get a little dizzy. His face was as red as a firetruck, and he couldn’t seem to concentrate. He didn’t understand what was happening. First Hakuba had held his hand, and complimented him, and now he was kissing him.

In public.

Hattori let out a loud whine and let his head collide with the table a few more times.

Meanwhile and a few moments later, Hakuba regarded himself in the mirror while he washed his hands. What was it that had changed? He dried his hands off, then ran fingers through his hair, making sure that everything was carefully in place. Yes; he still looked quite fine. Very appropriate for being out and about. The little display at the table had been unconventional for their location, but not too awfully obvious. It would be fine and forgotten soon enough by the locals. 

Odd that he felt that sort of… tugging at the back of his head, though; that normally meant that he was forgetting something. And why was this all so familiar, really? He checked his pocket watch, then phone, while he attempted to sort out his thoughts. Still, nothing came to him. 

Nothing, that is, except for the constant pressure to go back out and rejoin his Osakan counterpart. Yes, he’d been away for far too long. 

With a nod to himself, he cracked a charming smile and slipped back out into the restaurant, heading back to the table without further delay. Fortunate he was in timing, too, as the server had beaten him there, and was in the process of setting the food down. 

“Uh… are you okay?” she asked, wondering if doing so had been such a good idea.