notallcatsaregood replied to your post “What would you do if you heard loud violin screeching coming from next door at 2 in the morning?”

“Oh, please,” the thief huffed indignantly, arms crossing. “I am hardly /needy/. And if I wanted your attention, trust me, /that’s/ not how I would go about it…” And cue one wide smirk and a shameless wink. //gdi sylwen

“Oh, is that a fact? And just how would you get my attention, then?” It was always dangerous to ask such questions of rotten thieves, Hakuba knew, but he couldn’t help it. Something about that cat had him curious, brow quirking, smirk set lop-sided and smug.  "I honestly would not be surprised if you tried a tactic such as that simply to set my teeth on edge.“ 

Hakuba, what are your parents like?

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“Both of my parents are fine people – good breeding, intelligent, strong morals, very understanding and loving – but also extreme workaholics. They both come from wealthy families who have strong roots in their respective countries. Really, it’s almost unfortunate that they have so much in common – the pacifism, gentle hand, devotion to helping people – because they also share an extreme stubbornness that divides them so completely.”

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“Hakuba Junpei, an only son, has worked hard all his life to establish his own mark on the world. Riding on the coattails of his parents, who were made rich by scientific and technological research, was something that he was satisfied with. Even though it would have been easy for him to never work a day in his life, he studied hard in school, went to a good university, put himself through the academy, and rose through the ranks of the Japanese police with nothing but his own blood, sweat, and tears. He is now the Superintendent General, the highest ranking officer in all of Japan. 

"He’s a compassionate man, someone who is devoted to keeping the peace and promoting good will. He knows his staff, puts in as many hours as is humanly possible at the station, and makes it a point to introduce himself to every new recruit at the very least. I think that he may be more married to his work than to my mum, and I don’t think that he would argue with that, nor would the fine men and women that he is in charge of. 

"Despite how overwhelmingly busy he is, my father takes a keen interest in the youth, and seems to have a real talent for finding and fostering those who show promise. He rules with a gentle, but firm hand, and is quick to give praise where it is deserved. This is not to say that he is soft – he is more than willing and capable to do whatever is necessary when called for, and will not hesitate to follow through with whatever decision he deems to be right and just.

"I admire my father greatly, even though we often do not see eye-to-eye on minor issues. It’s true that I harbor unfair resentment toward him for placing his work above me, but honestly, even I know that I can’t truly blame him for it. It is for the greater good. He is proud of me, and has said as such, and does attempt to make time for me when I ask… I think he’d do anything for me if he could… but that it something that I personally struggle with. I believe it is trait that I have inherited from both sides of my family.

"On a more personal note, should you be interested in learning something other than work, my father enjoys fishing, camping, and building model ships. Indeed, he has a veritable armada at home of all types, but he favors large battleships.”

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"Marion Camilla Wickham-Hakuba was the first child of five and the only daughter. While her brothers- Arthur, Joseph, Martin, and Theodore, respectively -may be taller than her now, she has never lost her position as the one in charge. She grew up a lady, graduating from finishing school at an all-girls academy to go on to Cambridge university to further her studies in concert piano. 

"Or, at least, that was the plan. Between obtaining her GED and attending university, she took a GAP year to go on various service missions, travelling the world to assist the Red Cross. It was then that she discovered her love of the humanities, which interrupted her studies two years later. After switching her major, she went on to graduate with honors and fled the country to go on a tour of philanthropist endeavors. 

"This eventually led to her meeting my father in Japan, and, once married, she put her connections to work, assisting charities by arranging and hosting benefits, as she could no longer travel to do so herself. Even after moving back and reclaiming the estate in London, my mum has poured countless hours and funding into being a hostess for any organization that she feels is in need, and worthy of, her assistance.

"Through her efforts, millions of pounds have been funneled into the groups that need it most; particularly local, grass-roots groups that have heart, just need a bit of a lift. She loves her work, both for the fact that she is able to help people, and because she rather enjoys the high society atmosphere, and has said on several occasions that she never wishes to retire. 

"As a mother, she is caring and energetic. Although she does not have a lot of time to spare (hence why Baaya has been primarily responsible for my car), the time that she does spend with me is extremely productive. She’s got a gift for reading people, and we’ve long since become good friends because she understands my need for respect and privacy. Although I could do with a little less meddling, I do believe that she has my best interests at heart, and very much wishes me to follow whatever I feel my path should be. 

"Her personal interests include patronizing the arts, from visiting museums to dragging us all out for season tickets to the Royal Opera House, and music. She’s a talented vocalist, but even that cannot compare to her gift with the piano. Mum is also a very shrewd poker and billiards player — do not dare to test her, she will defeat you utterly and laugh about it behind a delicate hand.”

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“You would think that two such people would have a wonderful relationship, wouldn’t you? Alas… I suppose there are some things that even love cannot conquer in this world.”

Hakuba, what’s a normal school day for you?

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“My mornings begin at 6am with some light exercise, a shower, tea, and a recheck of my schedule for the day to decide if I have a good enough excuse to wear my suit to school instead of that ghastly uniform. Often, this only happens once or twice a week, which is a shame.

"Once I have some sort of thing to take for breakfast, and an apple or bento for lunch, Baaya drives me to school. My father’s house is on the boundaries of Ekoda High’s district, so it’s quite the walk, even if I manage to catch a bus. Students are discouraged from driving, and Baaya claims that I’m dangerous on the road, so I let her handle it- not that there is any parking for students, anyway.

"We arrive between 08:05-08:15, depending on weather and traffic, and I immediately head to the lockers to trade my nice shoes for school slippers, and then, depending on the day, to the assembly or home room to prepare for class. Japanese schools are different in that the students tend to stay in one room and the teachers move between classes for different subjects, instead of the other way around. 

"My days are spent taking ample notes on both a given sensei’s subject and on the behaviors of my fellow classmates. I have separate notebooks for these tasks, and log the latter in English to deter curious overlookers. Some of my classmates are of more interest than others – Kuroba Kaito, for one, with his antics and pranks, and Koizumi Akako for another, with whatever her current scheme is – but everyone has a profile in my database, as we tend to spend so much time together.

"Lunch is spent in the classroom on most days, though I’ll venture out to somewhere more quiet when I have a lot of work to do. This time is usually devoted to studying casefiles for my private clients or whatever the force has given me to work on, though I do, occasionally, use it for homework and essay writing. 

"Contrary to popular belief, getting the grades that I do and maintaining them is no easy feat. I may be intellectually superior to many, but I still have much to learn about the nuances of the Japanese language and culture; kanji remains the bane of my existence, and I fear I may NEVER get the hang of the more abstract word-play jokes. More on this later, however. If I’m feeling up to it, I’ll eat. If not, I won’t, and then it’s back to lessons.

"Once class is over and cleaning duties are complete, I’m usually able to head out for the day as long as there is no cram school. Although club activities are typically required for students, I’ve had an exception made for myself because of my detective work. This is one area where I have allowed my father to pull some strings for me, which I am grateful for. I simply do not have time to spend two or so hours after school, every day, socializing. I have work to do. 

"Baaya picks me up as always, right on time, and will drop me off at whatever appointment I have with clients, at the station for work, or will take me home to get started on my school assignments. Every one of them is done as early as possible so that I have time to check and recheck and do additional research if necessary. At least I’m able to have afternoon tea in the process. 

"If I’m to get into Oxford or Keio, I must have excellent marks, particularly as transferring between countries often leaves gaps for required credits. I have them all, rest-assured, and in fact could nearly already graduate with what I have, but it adds one more thing to the application process that I’d rather not have the administration deal with — it’s annoying for them (which I’d rather not have them associate with me), and gives too wide a margin of error for my taste.

"After all of that, I’ll have dinner with Baaya and my father, if he’s managed to escape from work (which only happens once a week at best), and then return to studying, cross-referencing casefiles, investigating crime scenes, meeting with clients, preparing for Kaitou Kid’s heists, or, if I’m very lucky, winding down with a book before bed. 

"Typically, I’ll end up in bed just after midnight, but I find it very difficult to sleep when there’s still so much to be done. Fortunately, the weekend is a splendid time to catch up – both on work and on sleep.”

After a quick glance sideways Kaito sat down crossing his legs, the smile on his face didn’t fully hide that there was interest or perhaps an intention with whatever was going to come. “Hey, Hakuba-kun. What would you say if I’d offer you a friendship? Right here and now.”

“A friendship?” Hakuba asked, unable or unwilling to disguise the skepticism in his voice. The blond tilted his chin upward, regarding the other teenager for a moment, narrow-eyed gaze traveling up and down his form before he folded his arms across his chest. “And why would you do a thing like that?”

baiganraltaica:

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“Hah. Since when was I th’ all-decidin’ cork bottle ta yer drink?”

Deft fingers pour a dram of the dark-coloured drink into a plain glass before pushing it towards the British detective.

"Really, it was more my doctor, though I’ve always thought your advice worth listening to, even if I haven’t always followed it." 

Hakuba’s words, though calm and casual, were betrayed by the too-eager reach for the glass, which he plucked up to hold at eye-level, admiring the color. 

"Amber…it’s gorgeous, isn’t it~?”