Kaito’s morning had started nearly the same way except at three when he woke from a traditional nightmare. Unable to do his morning run thanks to the promise he made to Hakuba he had gone down stairs to work on cracking safe locks and some of the more minors move to some of the martial arts he knew. That lasted till eight when his stomach demand food or swallow the lock pick wedge in between his teeth. He made a simple light breakfast of fruit, toast and orange juice and read the morning paper.
After he cleaned his dishes he played with Keena a bit and tried to train Shiori who was still not happy with his nest being moved four days earlier. Even the extra treats and scritches didn’t help. He gave up and allowed the dove to pout about the house.
At ten he got dressed into a pair of jeans and a form fitting shirt. Snagging a jacket he went out for a walk and something to kill time till he got to see Hakuba again. During their time apart he really got to think about what had happened and at night … well he really wish he hadn’t gone celibate. There was a lot pent up and four nights to dream. He had shook his head and ignored those feelings again. Hakuba was becoming a friend, someone he really needed and wanted in his life. He didn’t want to tarnish his image like that.
The Blue Parrot, Jii’s last memento to him was silent and dark. He slipped into the back and unlocked the door. The bar was warm and welcoming even in the dark. There were smells of last night and the blood where he cut his finger with a broken bottle marred the usually spotless floor. He had gotten so lost in his thoughts about Hakuba again for the third day and didn’t pay attention when the slick chilled bottled slipped out of his hand. It had knocked against the counter and when he went to catch it ended up with a hand for of Sapporo and glass.
Walking over it he moved to the underground cellar where the wines were held. He felt a bit bad for taking one from here but he did own Blue now so maybe he could indulge a bit in that expensive wine the detective always liked. Going with his gut he snagged a bottle of Domaine de Santa Duc. Something Jii had picked up in the UK when he had gone. He had no idea if it was good or not.
When he got back to his house he had an hour and a half. Back up the stairs he went, showered, stood staring at his closet trying to decide between a dark purple button down with silver pin stripes or a powdered blue plaid button down to go under the dove grey v-necked sweater. He went with the blue one and choose a pair of well worn and well loved jeans that was faded in the perfect stress points. He had rolled up the sleeves to the sweater and shirt, banded his wrists with brown leather and black string, put a strip of leather around his throat and a simple silver sapphire faced watch.
The last of his attire was a simple dark brown leather jack and a sleek black helmet. He placed the wine in a temperature bag and settled that into a canvas back pack. Wallet and phone vanished into his pockets and his keys were snagged off a hook by the door. Quickly and slightly too excited he mounted his bike and started towards Hakuba manor with a half hour to spare.
Hakuba ended up pacing between the front door to the kitchen, then to the dining room, and back in a wide arc- impressive for an area where all three were connected by the same small stretch of hallway. Baaya laughed, putting a hand on his shoulder to direct him back down the hallway, asking him to fetch the light blue cloth napkins from the supply closet.
He nodded, hurrying along down the corridor with anxiety nipping at his heels. Kuroba would be there any moment. Any moment. And here he was, fetching linens! What was wrong with the sage, anyway? Hakuba checked his pocket watch as he walked, pace brisk, then looked at his wristwatch, frowning. Only eight minutes remaining… no, seven… seven minutes, thirty two – thirty one, thirty…
The detective pulled the requested napkins from the closet, lips in a pinched frown of irritation. He had more important things to worry about than this, especially when things had already been perfect! Or had they? He considered, looking down at the cloth in his hands. Was light blue really the way to go? It did go with Kid, perhaps, but perhaps white was better… White and blue? He could mix and match, that way-
No! That would give too much away! He’d been entrusted with the secret, had it confirmed, and he was going to KEEP it a secret until his grave, as he had always planned! Furiously, he stuffed the napkins back in the closet and searched for the taupe ones. That was neutral. That was safe. Did he need to change the tablecloth to match? No; it was white. But was that too much like the thief’s billowing cape?
Sighing, he leaned his head against the shelf in the closet. As if Baaya would know. As if anyone would put it together. As if anyone would even care– it was a stupid dinner. Dinner and drinks with a friend. It wasn’t a big deal. It was silly. Ridiculous. He didn’t even know if Kuroba were really coming and here he was, debating over napkins!
Groaning, bumped his head again, hefted another sigh, leaned more of his weight on the shelf in despair. Had he still been a child, he’d have crawled into the closet, burrowed behind the towels, and never come out again. It actually did look like a comfortable spot; just the right size and depth for his younger self. Warm, safe, and hidden. If only he were…
“Young Master… I think your guest is nearly here.”
Hakuba pulled himself away from the closet and looked all the way down the hall, forgetting about the napkins entirely. “O-oh! Be right, ah, be right there!”
Closing the closet doors, he hurried back down the hall, almost breathless by the time he reached the front area, pulling back the little sheer curtains from the glass in the entryway to peer out into the drive. Did he look overeager? Perhaps, but surely Kuroba wouldn’t notice. It was just Baaya’s snickering that made him blush.
“Shhh! Baaya!” Hakuba hissed, watching.
“Young Master… he won’t be able to hear you from here.
He paused. "J-just… hush!"