Monthly Archives: February 2014

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akaikujixyaku:

                                                       Hey don’t sound so dubious it’s gonna give me a reason to be suspicious of you.

                                       No but really it’s not a bad thing.
At least I don’t think so.

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                      It’s v a l e n t i n e ’ s day, which may not be as exciting as White Day for some people but we didn’t even celebrate White Day when I was in America so I’ve always thought an awful lot of it—
Not the point.

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For a moment, he was too stunned to react. But heartbeats – two, three? he somehow didn’t manage to keep track despite his best efforts – later, he melted into the affection and smiled. He couldn’t help it. Kissing or not, his lips could not still and he laughed, so close to her, warm affection in his eyes.

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“Th-thank you, Emi-kun. I have to admit I was not expecting this or, well, anything for the holiday. But you always do have a way of surprising me, don’t you? Thank god for you, my dear, sweet journalist. Your ability to scribe meaning, with and without words, I think, will always leave me in breathless wonder.”

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Love Week – Day Four

motorcyclesandkatanas:

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“T-Thank ya.” He chuckled, a bit nervously, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to think of something to do, something to say that would change the atmosphere once again. He took another deep breathe and opened his eyes, about to bring up cooking once again – that seemed to be a pretty neutral topic…

Hakuba was right in front of him.

Hattori let out a soft squeak as he spoke, voice low and oh god, he should talk like that more often, but not right now, not like this. Not with how close he was. “T-Tha’s fine, ya can do wha ever ya wa-“

Before he had a chance to finish that sentence Hakuba kissed him.

Hakuba kissed him.

His brain stopped functioning and he just stood there staring at Hakuba like an idiot.

“Now, now, what were you saying about being so formal?” It was a tease. Hakuba smirked, then reached out a hand to give Heiji an affectionate ruffling of his hair before he walked off toward the restrooms.

Why he’d done what he’d just done he really couldn’t say. Something about it all felt oddly familiar, though he couldn’t place it. He glanced over his shoulder toward the table and Heiji just before pushing through the swinging door and shook his head, amused. Others had seen it, too. Their shock was almost pleasing to him. 

Such a thing, he said to himself, his very head voice sing-songingly recounting his actions… and considering others.

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akaikujixyaku:

                                                       Oh wait also

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                                       Hakuba-kun can I steal you for like two seconds I promise it’ll be super quick.

“Ah… yes, Emi-kun?”

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Love Week – Day Four

motorcyclesandkatanas:

Hattori was mentally kicking himself in the face. Even though that wouldn’t technically be possible, he could do what ever the hell he wanted to do in his mind. He was acting like a bumbling love-sick teenage girl. He needed to take a deep breath, collect himself, and start being witty again, or at least stop acting like a fool.

Right, food. He had to order food. Hakuba was giving him signals, that he was supposed to talk.

“A-ah, right, um.” Hattori swallowed and closed his eyes, taking that deep breath, calming himself – his voice may have been a bit higher then normal. “I’ll have tha Tokyo iekei style Ramen.” Hattori answered, pulling his hand from table where it had stayed even after Hakuba had let go. 

“I’ll get that going right away~”

The server wasn’t sure what was going on between those two, but they weren’t exactly keen to stay and figure it out. Awkward business men, seriously. Shaking her head, she slipped into the back to get the order up. 

Meanwhile, Hakuba turned his head to watch said staff member leave before looking back to Hattori, eyes bright, cheerful. “A good choice,” he said, giving a little sigh. If he’d been an outside observer, he’d have noticed several odd… behaviors that had developed in the last few moments and become very nervous. As it was, he had no idea that anything was different at all. 

He put his hands on the table and carefully pushed back and out from the table, getting to his feet. Hakuba put on an apologetic smile and closed the distance between them, coming to Heiji’s side of the table, getting close to speak, voice low. 

“Hattori, if you’ll excuse me just a moment; I need to use the restroom. I hope you don’t mind too much.” Then, once he was certain that Heiji was looking at him, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he leaned in and pressed a kiss onto his lips. “All right~?”

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Love Week – Day Four

motorcyclesandkatanas:

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“Y-Yere welcome.” Hattori answered, eyes purposely not looking at the hands that held his, because what was going on. Why was Hakuba holding his hand, why was he being so, so… unformal. He’d never seen Hakuba act like this before, reaching out to teach others in an intimate way like this.

“A-Ah, yeah… right…” Hattori swallowed, feeling Hakuba’s hand leave his. Part of his was glad, because his brain could think again, and part of him was sad because he missed the warmth.

“Waiter!” Hattori called out, probably a bit too loud.

A little too loudly, indeed. Hakuba cocked his head in the other direction, looking Heiji over again with a sort of quizzical smirk. Had his actions really been that different? Had the little bit of warmth he’d shown genuinely had that strong of an effect? Interesting, to say the least. 

Regardless, the server came shortly afterward to take their orders, smile pleasant, voice chipper. “What can we make for you today?”

“Nabeyaki udon, please.”

It was a risk, getting something that he genuinely enjoyed, but the mood had changed so much that Hakuba felt that it could be worth it. He turned to Heiji afterward, wetting his lips with his tongue before he nodded for him to go ahead. Although both his and the server’s attention were focused squarely on the other detective, only one of them was concerned about the menu.  

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                                        A jar

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It’s stuffed to the brim with little hearts of varying colour, and there is a note, attached to the outside which says, 

“All the little things,
                             To love about You.”

And if you inspect each paper piece, there is an inscription in light, curvy script.

“Your smile.”
                   "Your laugh.“
 ”The way you say ‘hello’.“
                   ”The way you say ‘goodbye’.“

And tens of other things of the like- all simple, all subtle, and all in a handwriting which, by comparison alone, you cannot place. Yet it is familiar all the same; you can almost feel the person in the curve of the letters, because the handwriting just seems like them, on a page.

Yet somehow, the name does not reach you.

                             – They who whispered to the wind.
[ Whispers to the wind, have made their way to you ] 

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Familiar, yes, but somehow… distant. Hakuba gave a soft sigh as he reread the note, tilting the jar gently in his hand. He liked the way the light fell on the crafted paper pieces, and how the shadows stretched on those surrounding it. What a beautiful sentiment. So very kind, so very sweet.

The detective smiled, gaze moving over the words once more before gently setting it upon his writing desk – next to the dragon egg – and took a seat. He had work to do, of course, but this gift deserved a little more attention, a little more… wishful thinking. 

So he considered and daydreamed, letting the time slip by while he relished the warmth the anonymous token had proffered him. 

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Love Week – Day Three

motorcyclesandkatanas:

Hattori had been happily showing off some recipe’s that he’d found, and quite enjoyed himself, when Hakuba once again started to talk. He had enjoyed the soft blush on Hakuba’s face, and now found himself blushing. Hakuba thought he was handsome? Of course, in a suite, and it probably was just a comment, like you would say a ship looked handsome, not that he was personally handsome or anything like that..

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And then Hakuba took his hand.

Hattori’s brain shut down for a good few moments, and he’d only caught the end of what Hakuba had said. He rushed to try and catch up with what was going on, his blush deepening as he scrambled to try and make sense of what was happening.

“I… I see…” Hattori swallowed a little, unsure of what to think about this. “Ah, I uh… I guess I just thought… tha’… uh… it would make ya more comfortable… or, uh… somethin’ like tha’…” Well actually, he did it to prove to Hakuba that he could be all fancy and well dressed and that he wasn’t as much of a savage as Hakuba thought he was but that didn;t matter anymore.

Hakuba was holding his hand.

Not only had Hakuba taken his hand, but he laid his other on top of it, sandwiching the Osakan’s strong hands with his own, warm and cozy. And he smiled, expression soft, almost fond as he looked across the table. 

“I appreciate the sentiment, Hattori,” Hakuba said, again tilting his head ever so slightly, completely missing the fact that he had, again, completely forgotten the customary honorific. “But it’s really not necessary. I suppose it’s easier for us, now, to assume the roles of businessmen meeting over dinner for work, which is likely better, given the societal expectations that surround us…" 

He glanced down at the menus and sighed, reluctantly drawing back.

"We really should order. My treat, of course. Would you mind calling the server over?" 

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Love Week – Day Three

motorcyclesandkatanas:

Hattori blinked a few times, staring at the other teen. Hakuba was nervous. The great Hakuba Saguru, always so calm, always so certain, was nervous. It was as if someone had lifted a fog from the table. It started off as a small chuckle, something deeply hidden within his throat, and soon it rose into laughter, genuine joyful laughter.

The only thing in his mind was, Hakuba was actually really cute.

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Hattori reached up and slowly slipped his suit jacket off, placing it to the empty side of his booth, and then reached up to tug his tie off. He then unbuttoned the first two buttons of his dress shirt and rolled his sleeves up a bit, a bright smile on his face.

Much better.

“I dunno if ya really have any interest in sports.” Hattori seemed much more relaxed now, leaning a bit forward, face in his hand. “An’ I left tha’ hat at home, in an attempt ta be a lil’ bit more formal, ya know, since ya seem ta like tha’ more. Bu’ I guess I loose this time.” He chuckled. “Let’s see if we can fine a topic we will both enjoy. I like kendo, baseball, Ellery Queen, motorcycles.

"I also enjoy star gazin’, road trips, takin’ naps, jus’ sittin’ around an’ enjoyin a nice summer day. Tha’ beach is always fun, water fights, cookin’… Ah, wait, ya cook too right? Ya heard of tha new recipe-” Hattori dug out his cellphone and started to search for the link. “Here, it’s pretty good, haven’t tried it myself yet though.”

“Ah, well…”  Hakuba watched Hattori as he loosened up, somewhat stunned at the change in atmosphere. That had been sudden. He still didn’t quite understand what had happened, but that hardly seemed to matter with things a little more light-hearted. The blonde managed a smile, faint blush on his cheeks, and he cleared his throat with a little cough. “Yes, I… I do love to cook, indeed. What’s the recipe for?”

Immediate question answered, he thought back on the rest of what had been said. If he could commit those topics to memory – which he would – he could refer to them later on if things returned to a lull. He didn’t know all that much about kendo, and he preferred both soccer and basketball to baseball, though tennis was his favorite to play. Ellery Queen would only bring up a debate about Sherlock Holmes and… motorcycles? As much as he was interested, he didn’t want to establish too much in common between them.

Though, the rest that he’d mentioned already gave them more shared traits than he’d expected. Interesting. This train of thought, however, came to a screeching halt as he considered what Heiji had said earlier, blinking once as the meaning behind it came into focus.

“You… don’t need to dress up or anything, Hattori. Not that you don’t look handsome in a suit,” Hakuba said, brows knitting in concern as he reached a hand across the table for one of the Osakan’s – a sudden compulsion that he had no way to explain. “You do… look rather nice, I mean… but I dress this way for my own, personal reasons – because I want to, not because I expect everyone else to be so formal."