Monthly Archives: September 2014

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Pride and Obligation

smokebombsandmirrors:

He held up the bottle of Jack at the last question. “Don’t have much in the ways of pain stuff” He huffed and narrowly missed bashing his bad thigh with the bottle when he moved his arms dramatically it sit his hands on his  narrow waist. “What do you mean? It takes 13 hours to get to Tokyo from London.”

Hakuba set the duffel bag down on the floor and took a seat on the coffee table once he knew it was steady. “Yes, from London, but I haven’t bee home in months, Kuroba-kun. Let me see your leg- and, give me that bottle; you don’t need any more alcohol right now." 

He reached for the bottle, brows furrowed. "Honestly… since you’ve had so much, I can’t give you anything but a shot of local anesthetic. I won’t envy your hangover, either. Have you at least had something to eat? Water?" 

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Pride and Obligation

smokebombsandmirrors:

Kaito pouted and was just all around thoroughly confused. “How did you get here so fast?”

He moved away from the door to let Hakuba in. Limping back to the living room he snagged the half empty bottle of Jack and screwed the lid back on. 

“I don’t live very far away, if you recall…” Although Hakuba had never explicitly invited Kaito over, he wouldn’t have been at all surprised to find that he’d been to the house before. Thieves, especially phantom ones, did as they pleased with little regard to anything like laws or conventional politeness.  

Nevertheless, he stepped inside and repeated the same song and dance of formalities- removing his shoes, closing the door, apologizing for intruding, and so on, though this time he skipped the house slippers. He then hurried after Kaito, bug clutched tightly at his side. 

Once in the living room, he took the scene in with a tired frown. “Ah… so you have been drinking,” Hakuba said, and shook his head in hypocritical incredulity. “Well, get comfortable… I’ve got to clean the wound before I can stitch it up. What have you had in the way of pain medication in the last six hours?”

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Pride and Obligation

smokebombsandmirrors:

He found himself slowly rousing awake. There was knocking. Very loud and urgent knocking and at some odd time. Standing he went to walk and forgot about completely about his bad thigh. He half screamed from the pain. “Holy!! Mother of !! OWWWW!! Damn it that hurt.” 

He limped from the living room to the front door and unlatched the series of locks. Opening the door he stared up at Hakuba in mild surprise mixed with happiness.  ”You came back.”

Hakuba heard the yell and the heavy, limping footsteps, and found himself staring in exasperation by the time Kaito opened the door. “I… well you asked me to, didn’t you? You need medical attention; I thought you’d fallen unconscious!”

It was then that the detective smelled the alcohol on his breath, saw the sleep in his face, and sighed, shoulders sagging under the weight of the duffel bag. At least with the very little that Kaito was wearing, he could easily see the wound, irritation giving way to concern as he conceded that he had made the right decision to deal with his ridiculous former classmate.

“Come along back inside; let’s get you patched up…" 

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Second Impressions || ponytailedaikidoka

ponytailedaikidoka:

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“No, I don’t really know th’ restaurants ‘round here. I’d prefer somewhere fairly nice, but y’re payin’, so y’ decide.”

“Well…”  Hakuba considered. He knew of some of the best restaurants in the city, certainly, but was appropriate for this sort of… arrangement?  After a thoughtful moment’s pause, he pulled out his mobile and typed in some keywords, bringing up a list. 

“How do you feel about Italian? Or are you more of a traditional Japanese connoisseur~?" 

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meitantei-cowlick:

He had, indeed, had his arms around his sleeping friend. Had snuggled up to him like he was the perfect source of heat and slept ever so peacefully. Or, at least, more peacefully then Shinichi had. The currently not-bespectacled detective looked like he was torn between being comfortable and not despite how heavily he seemed to sleep. 

And Shinichi was usually a very deep sleeper, his own parents could attest to this with how often they’d pulled him from his bed and whisked him away on some family thing with out so much as a twitch from the boy. The key would, of course, being usually. There were times in which Shinichi was the lightest of sleepers and that had only really been a more recent thing to crop up.

Life as Conan had made it a little more difficult to sleep as of late and he usually got around this by staying up until he crashed. If he didn’t he was always up and down and couldn’t get the rest his body required. And considering the plight of anxiety (and wanting to take care of his friend) last night’s sleep hadn’t been kind to him at all.

As such, when Hakuba slipped from the bed he stirred but said nothing, figuring the other was probably off to the bathroom or some such. He wasn’t putting much thought or care into what his friend was doing at the moment until he heard the cough. There was a shifting under the pile of blankets where Shinichi was though he didn’t sit up or even make it known if he was looking at the blonde. 

“Oi, if you’re going to the bathroom you better go and hurry back. You’re sick and need to rest.” His voice was hazy with sleep, almost husky, and a little on the grumpy side. “If you’re not going to the bathroom get back into bed. It’s cold.”

For a moment, the other detective believed that he’d actually gotten away with the sound, but then the voice sent a chill up Hakuba’s spine and he froze in place. A heated blush spread over his cheeks quickly – perhaps a little too quickly – and he glanced back over his shoulder again at his unhappy counterpart. There were several things amiss with the situation; namely, he was naked, his scars were exposed, his clothes were not within reach, and Kudou knew this and had asked him to come back to bed. 

What did that even mean? Confused and just a little more groggy than he’d like to admit, Hakuba cleared his throat with another, tiny cough, then shivered again. Right; the air was cold, especially over his feverish skin. What was he to do? Dare he crawl back under the covers, fully aware of the predicament and potential implications? Or should he make some excuse and attempt to flee? 

“I’ll be all right,” he tried to reason, though even he had to admit that he sounded exhausted still. “I shouldn’t have taken over your bed… just let me get to my clothes and I’ll call a cab…" 

The warmth of the bed called to him even as he spoke, eyelids drooping as he looked back at it, shivering once more. Perhaps a few more minutes would be fine; just long enough to warm up again. Hakuba turned back, pulling the covers to preserve his modesty as he crept back into the safety of the blanket huddle, burrowing under to hide himself. If he kept his back to Shinichi, it would be fine, right? He had nothing to be ashamed of… not really…  just…

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