Monthly Archives: September 2014

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osakandetectivehattori:

“Yeah, it’s me.” Hattori placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. “‘m gunna ge’ ya outta here.“ Hattori looked around the room before returning his Katana to it’s sheath. It was clear that Hakuba wasn’t going to be able to walk, not like this. He was going to have to carry him out of here, which meant he wouldn’t be able to have his katana in his hand if someone showed up.

He was going to have to be sneaky.

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“‘m gunna lif’ ya up an’ carry ya, okay? It’s gunna hur’ bu’ please bear with it.” Hattori’s voice was soft and quiet and attempted to be soothing, though he was unsure if that was working. He slid his arms underneath Hakuba in two places, one under his knees, the other under his back. He counted to three in his head before slowly lifting him up, trying to make this as painless as possible.

Hurt was an understatement. As Hattori pulled Hakuba into his arms, a cry escaped him, cut off with a sort of growl in his throat as he tried to silence it. At least he could comprehend the need for quiet, teeth clenched hard under quivering lips. The whine in the back of his throat that followed was one of tortured agony.

He hated looking this weak in front of Hattori; hated feeling this weak, but he had no choice. Muscles stiff and aching, he couldn’t even find the strength to do his part and hold onto the Osakan… he was utterly helpless, eyes clenched tight against the burning tears that gathered. 

Just making it out of the complex and to somewhere safe would be challenge enough as he was already feeling his consciousness slip under the heat of pain… but there was far worse between the detective pair and the any potential haven. 

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Pride and Obligation

smokebombsandmirrors:

Shiori fluttered rapidly before floating down to Hakuba squawking. Landing on the pillows he nibbled at the cloth then went for the fingers. Squawking loudly again the small bird gave him it version of a glare.

Hakuba halted in his step to let the bird posture, raising a brow at its antics. “Well, now, aren’t you territorial? And, god, so very cute.” He chuckled, shaking his head as he carefully shifted the blankets and pillows to free a hand, which he brought to Shiori, finger out like a perch. “Will you step up for me?”

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Pride and Obligation

smokebombsandmirrors:

The perfect way to describe walking into Kaito’s bedroom was: organized chaos. An old desk was shoved into the right corner and was covered in files, research books, a sleek black desktop, a thin silver laptop, jars filled with gears, tiny screws, tiny rods and other miscellaneous hard wear, tools, gloves, decks of cards of different types, styles and sizes, and the occasional piece of jewlery.

Next to the desk was the bed or what was supposed to be a bed it was more like a mound of pillow and blankets that was pushed up against under the open window. At the foot of the bed was an open burgundy trunk filled with props, more files, books, more gloves, more tools. A tall full length mirror was shoved into the corner behind crates and boxes. A dresser and tall standing floor lamp was pushed up against the left wall by the door. Posters and picture littered the walls in a strange collage of his favorite bands and his life.

A full portrait of Kuroba Toichi marked the only thing on the left wall.

Shiori chirped loudly from the ceiling fan and watched Hakuba intently. 

It was fascinating. Every inch Kuroba Kaito. Hakuba wanted to take his time exploring it, touching and studying, really learning who Kaito was… but it was becoming very late. He glanced at his pocket watch, then wrist watch, and gave a small moan. It was almost five in the morning; no wonder he was so exhausted. 

He went to the blanket nest and pulled two pillows from the pile, along with a larger blanket near the top, dragging it backward to get it out from the tangled mess. The bird call got his attention, though, and Hakuba glanced up to offer a nod in greeting. “Hullo, there… don’t mind me; just borrowing some beddage for your master.”

Gathering it all up in his arms, he made his way back toward the hallway, hoping that Shiori wasn’t as pillow hungry as he’d been led to believe… 

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Pride and Obligation

smokebombsandmirrors:

He nodded. “Bedroom. Upstairs first door to the left. Be careful Shiori might be in there, he tends to hog pillows.”

He yawned and stretched out like a cat in one long move that brought his arms over his head and shifted the shirt up slightly. Shiori was a male Diamond dove and temperamental at best Kaito only used him for comedy cause he always did what he wanted. It caused some pretty good scenes when done right. 

“I’ll be sure to watch out for that…” Hakuba said, a little distracted as he watched the other teen stretch on the couch. It took him a couple of seconds to remember what he was doing, and he pulled away with a hard swallow, chiding himself for looking a little too long. Yes, he was tired, and yes, he was a little inebriated, but it was no excuse.

Up the stairs he went, following the directions to the aforementioned bedroom. The pathway was littered with dangerous temptation – so much to see and explore! – but he did his best to ignore it in favor of, hopefully, getting some sleep soon. That didn’t stop him from looking around the bedroom – KUROBA KAITO/KAITOU KID’S BEDROOM! – as he quietly padded barefoot to the bed, watching out for the foretold Shiori as he went for the pillows. Two would be sufficient, wouldn’t they?

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No like seriously he tells me about how they need to do a low angle shot of Kirigiri, who is certainly wearing a short skirt, and he’d get her a long jacket, and assures me that he just KNOWS that her fingernails shine like justice….

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Every time Cake’s ‘short skirt long jacket’ comes on the radio during morning commute, Hakuba tells me he needs to direct a music video about the badass women of his life.

Apparently, the main feature will be colleague and ‘beauty detective’ detectivephiliac – Kirigiri Kyouko.

(Others mentioned were Emi, Aki, Ran, Akako, Souda, Jeanne, Vermouth, Sonoko, Fujiko (?!), Reiko, Eri, Yukiko, Shizuka, Miyu, Mitzi, Satou, Sera, Laura, and honorable mention to Aoko and Kazuha… while Marion and Baaya ask if they’re chopped liver.)

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OOC

I owe a million replies and things, and have everything in drafts – I think. Plus kisses for Kaitous and Hattoris and Kudous. I, unfortunately, have to go to sleep now (let’s hope I actually DO sleep), but will work on everything when I get home tomorrow evening.

Do I owe you a starter? Want me to start a thread? Let me know!

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daughterofthesleuth:

The sound of his laughter was endearing and she found herself relaxing a bit. The feeling of embarrassment for what she’d done was slowly seeping away with the redness from her cheeks. He’d said he liked her behavior, something she hadn’t been expecting. A short thank you tumbled from her lips as well and she leaned into his sudden caress, enjoying the contact he made with her.

“You’re welcome.” She bit her lower lip, twiddling her fingers for a moment as though she were wondering just what to do with them. Finally deciding to rest them upon his shoulders, she smiled at him. “You wouldn’t want to try that again, would you?”

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Hakuba let himself look at the hands on his shoulders, movements subtle, though his smile quirked at one corner. Bemused, he tilted his head at her, searching her face for a hint of her demeanor or experience. There was no denying that Mouri Ran had several qualities about her that made her absolutely attractive, but he couldn’t help wonder if she was also just a little too naive for him. 

Then again, everyone was at some point in their lives. She was vetted around crime scenes, clearly brave enough to kiss someone who was nearly a perfect stranger, and experienced enough with her craft to defend herself whenever necessary. The things he’d heard about her held up well in person. Even so, he felt like a wolf preying on an innocent lamb.

“Try it again?” he asked, voice soft and interested, keeping his gaze locked on her face as if she were the only other person in the world. “A kiss, you mean?  I couldn’t deny such a request from you, if that is what you truly wish, Mouri-chan.”

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notallcatsaregood:

“Oh, you’re too generous, detective,” Sylwen grinned, slyly, idly tapping his lips with a finger. “Then, if I may be so bold— ah, unless you’d prefer something other than a kiss~?”

Hakuba laughed, shaking his head as he looked the thief over, slipping a hand up to his own hip in a confident, almost posturing, pose. "I think that a kiss will do just fine, my cunning little feline; one kiss, and that’s all that you’ll get from me without having to steal it.”

Even though he knew better than to challenge the thief, the detective couldn’t resist. Something about Sylwen seemed to make everyone just a tad bit crazy. He stepped forward, reaching his other hand for the thief’s chin, and leaned in to give the requested kiss. Assuming the criminal didn’t flee, he hoped that it would leave quite the impression; open-mouthed, heated, and with just a little bit of a bite to his lower lip. Short, yes, but by no means chaste. 

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A Little Assistance || littledetective

littledetective:

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   ”I don’t know about a water source, but there’s an alley where a bunch of strays gather.” He wasn’t about to admit that he had sneaked into the alley more than once just to pet the homeless hounds — he couldn’t help it, he was just as much of a sucker for dogs as Hakuba was.

   Skipping back a few steps, he tugged at the taller detective’s sleeve.

   ”Come on. It’s this way. If it’s not there, we can look at the park.”

Oh, god, Edogawa-kun was cute.

Hakuba’s smile only broadened as he nodded, allowing the boy to lead him wherever he wanted to take him. “That sounds like the perfect place to begin looking, yes… brilliant idea, Conan-kun! It’s no wonder that you’re so well-spoken of. I imagine we’ll have this mystery solved in no time at all.”

To say that this was one of the foreign detective’s dreams would be an understatement; he could think of nothing better than to spend the afternoon with such a bright and helpful young detective.