“We shall see how receptive he is to my tutelage…"
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The other seemed to have ignored the fact that he had state he found kissing disgusting, as he first started of on a tirade about how any Hakuba Saguru’s ‘must know how to kiss’ and then about kissing itself. He could feel his patience slowly eroding with each word the other spoke. It wasn’t that he didn’t know about kissing, he just didn’t kiss people, the exchanging of saliva, the skin contact? It made him feel ill. He had no desire to do it with anyone.
And honestly he didn’t care if it was’t an ‘actual kiss’, he did what he was told to do, and that was it. He had done nothing wrong, what so ever, and the others mocking and haughty tone had pushed him far enough to make anger bubble over in his chest, though his kept his face neutral enough, and his voice calm and collected.
“If you are quite done with yourself.” Hakuba crossed his arms. “I did state before that I found kissing disgusting, but instead you chose to ignore that in favor of hearing yourself talk.” Hakuba examined a nail. “I have no desire what so ever to learn about these ‘real kisses’, I am well aware what kissing entails and the different kinds of kisses there are. I choose not to take part in any type of them.
"If you would take a step off your high horse for a moment, I will explain to you the reasoning behind it that you have chosen to ignore in favor of your soapbox.” Hakuba adjusts his suit. “I myself have mysophobia, it is the fear of contamination and being dirty. I despise skin to skin contact and don’t let people hug me, let alone press agree to the exchange of skin and saliva.” He shuddered at the though and lifted his gaze towards the other.
“Further more, there has been no ‘crime committed’. Therefore I have no reason to make amends. I was only doing what I was forced to do, and have no desire to do it again. Least of all with my other self who seems to like nothing more then to make others feel utterly horrid.” Hmpfh.
“Ah, what a perfectly proud pair of pretentious prats we are!” Hakuba exclaimed, laughing with a touch of madness in his glee – he had a certain weakness for alliteration, particularly when it was insulting. “Yes, I’ve already deduced your crippling phobia, and feel all the more piteous for you that you should let it be a crutch with which to excuse yourself from experiencing all that God has granted us in this life."
Hakuba shrugged, no less composed or pleased with himself for having gotten under his counterpart’s itching skin so thoroughly.
"That said… it does seem that you have a particular interest in my sharp wit; indeed, my greatest weapons are my words, and many have said that I am, myself, silver-tongued. But it is not only words with which my tongue is quite talented; are you interested in investigating that, or are you simply content to remain as a mere portrait on Mr. Dorian’s wall~?”
I dare you to kiss… Kaitomagic ~
“Oh, I’m more than willing to do that~”
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The kiss was over almost as fast as it had been done. Hakuba had been nervous, and a little ill at the thought, but the barely-there press of lips, which he had washed, was safe enough. Though he may have to wash his own later, just in case. Disinfectant didn’t get rid of everything, and he wasn’t sure if this Hakuba kept himself as clean as he did. If he kissed other – the thought making his stomach churn – or what he brought to his mouth.
He shifted a little as he felt the others gaze on him, and he couldn’t help but feel like a bug under a magnifying glass. The thought made him more nervous then he already was, and extremely uncomfortable. It wasn’t like he’d exactly wanted to do this, but he had made it a point in his life, never to back down from a challenge, and so here he was; facing his other self in a situation that was not exactly pleasant.
Hakuba scoffed at the thought of being compared to Kaitou KID, he was no thief. He followed the law to a T, and worked for them. There was no way he would ever steal anything, let alone repeatedly. The thought angered him, though he pushed it back down. A flush rose up on his cheeks as the detective continued to to talk, and he couldn’t help but feel insulted.
like the other was making fun of him.
“No one has ‘taught’ me how to kiss. I find the very idea of it, disgusting. As for my name my name is Hakuba Saguru.” His words had a bit of bite to them, still feeling the prick of the tease earlier.
“Hakuba Saguru?” He replied, tone dripping with incredulity as he tilted his head to the other side. “My dear boy, you could not possibly be the Hakuba Saguru, for any Hakuba Saguru worth anything knows the finer art of kissing. Any idea to the contrary is preposterous."
Hakuba shook his head, hands folding behind his back which aided his posturing – tall, broad-shouldered, confident – and began, again, to pace around the other in amusement.
"You see,” the more vocal half-brit began, stepping onto the metaphorical soapbox. “There are an estimated 157 different kisses that one can give, each with their own meaning and intent. Without the emotion behind it, you can hardly call it a kiss at all; simply physical contact between two parts of the body. No, no, my young friend, in order for it to be a kiss, you MUST have feeling, which you have unfortunately fallen short of.”
He spun on his heel in almost military fashion and stood at attention, eyes narrowed as he surveyed his audience, brows raising. “‘Oh, but wait,’ you might say. ‘My kiss conveyed reluctance and lack of desire, which is a valid emotion and motive in and of itself, therefore making it a valid kiss’ – and if that was your intent, then I suppose you have succeeded… but in doing so have created a horrendous crime.”
“Kissing is a way to express something to another person… why, therefor, would you choose to express such a negative and unfavorable emotion upon another person? Why would you, in the face of such an opportunity, willingly defer to the idea that it is acceptable to give anything less than your best in good spirit and admiration for this other, living, breathing, feeling being? Have you no heart at all, my dark shadow?”
“Who has wronged you in such a way to make you feel as though you’ve no alternative but to bruise my already broken heart with such a paltry offering? I ask you; was it simply an misinformed mistake? Shall I grant you the opportunity to make amends, set this wrong right, absolve you of your crime and send us both on our ways as better people?”
After a moment to finally take a breath, he offered a pleading glance and an open palm. “Please, you must tell me. Shall it be so?”
The Neighborhood Watch || miyanohaibara
It’d been weeks since Hakuba had last paid a visit to the Kudou home; it was mostly because he’d been so busy, but also partly because he’d become so entirely discouraged with the investigation that it pained him. His colleague had been missing for months, and while there were whispers and rumors that he was still alive and well, he’d yet to find any concrete evidence himself.
All of this bothered him, of course. It was so like the media to ignore a missing detective who had once been their shining star simply because there hadn’t been a scandalous story reported along with it. As far as Hakuba was concerned, there was something very, seriously wrong, and the lack of attention on the matter pointed to a coverup.
While that had waving red warning flags all over it, Hakuba found himself continuing the investigation in his spare time, which included making housecalls. Which is what he was doing that morning, parking his car in front of the house and approaching the gate with a sigh. It didn’t look like anyone was home – as usual – but as his phonecalls and letters had been ignored, he felt he had no choice.
It took very little effort to get through the gate, and he made his way to the door with a grim frown, ready to be disappointed yet again.
Split Decisions || blackorgkaito
It was just another press conference for yet another CEO; someone who made their money by having been born into a family of privilege and ‘proper’ blood. Hakuba stood toward the back, eyeing the crowd with only the mildest of interest, stealing glances down at his mobile from time to time, hoping and praying that something would call his attention and give him an excuse to leave.
It wasn’t that it had been poorly planned – no, it was clear that there was adequate budget backing the event, it was just by far not the first that he’d attended, nor would it be the last. After a while, all of them began to feel the same, particularly as he was never quite invested in whatever product or venture the conference pushed for. This evening was no exception.
Hakuba sighed, glancing up from the messageless phone to once again scan the sizeable audience for anything worth note.
Pride and Obligation
He didn’t know what it was. A light prickle came across his skin. As the task force leaped for him he launched his body up and over, barely tapped one of the cases with his foot and propelled behind the rookie. Sure enough the man leaned back and reached in an attempt to grabbed him. KID kept going and soon the man was sprawled flat on his back when he fell of the case.
KID skirted and slowly opened the case. The Lords crest was nestled in the velvet cushion and gently he reached in and lightly stroked the silver broach. The golden color moon stone was rare and not a lot of information was found on it but it was big. KID let it rest in his palm and calculated the weight.
“damn it KID!"
It was the rookie again. He slid left and watched the young man slam into the display case and knocked the wind out of him. KID winced and ran towards the window with most of the task force behind him. Never stopping he walked up the window and flip over their head just in time to see them all slam into one another.
He actually managed to walk out calmly towards the roof this time. The prickly feeling he got was still there. It was like a live wire just barely floating above his skin. The roof was just as bare as the upper floors and dejection had a lovely little bite. Moving to the edge he smiled at the audience. The Task Force was make there way up he knew them well enough that they’ll be racing to get to him.
Going to turn away he quickly froze and looked again. There was … it couldn’t be… Kaito stared down at Hakuba. Shocked he stumbled back into the young rookie from before. Arms wrapped around his chest and nearly hoisted him off his feet. He grunted and used the backwards moment to flip over the TF member.
"Hand over The Lord’s Crest, KID!”
He paused and took a really long look at him. “I think not and tell your boss to shove it.”
He snapped his fingers and a very sudden loud scream shot into the sky. The massive explosions from the fire works banged over head and distracted the henchman long enough for KID the race towards the side and dive over.
There was a lightly different pop and he felt a sting over his thigh. Glancing over his shoulder he watched the idiot get tackeled to the ground and Nakamouri’s traditional string of colorful words. He glanced at Hakuba, expression neutral, then banked for home.
Fireworks. A nice touch. Bit showy, but it made for a splendid diversion, and always went over well with the rabbling crowd. Hakuba leaned back, sighing as he watched the thief make his escape with the colorful backdrop, listening to the screaming fangirls and wild applause.
It was no surprise to him that Kaitou Kid escaped; he always did. It didn’t matter if he was there, if Edogawa-kun was there, if some ridiculously violent European agent was there. Hakuba sighed, waiting until Kid was no longer within his line of sight before rolling off of his car and to his feet, slipping into the driver’s seat.
After starting the car- and startling the milling crowd as they began to disperse -Hakuba fished out his cellphone and hesitated before typing out a text message, just on the off-chance that it might result in something, though he had no idea what.
To Kuroba Kaito: [text] Another victory, it seems. How many lucky artifacts do you take with you, anyway?
He knew that it would be a little while before Kuroba was likely to get it, so he put his phone away and began the long and irritating drive through traffic back home.
INFJ weaknesses
Although caring, kindly and amenable the INFJ has a very strong set of values, which, if transgressed, can make them crusading, vocal and extremely stubborn. Their single-mindedness can be such a positive and energising trait, creating genuine breakthroughs and coming up with such creativity. However they can struggle when their ideas are not workable and may neglect to paint in the brutal facts of reality into their lofty ideals. The INFJ also often takes on too much and this can see them become overwhelmed and de-energised and withdraw to bring their energy levels back up. Their idealism also means that at times the INFJ may be unrealistic about timescales and how much they have taken on, becoming ‘snow-blind’ to problems as they carry on regardless as their mission is so all consuming and important to them. At such times the INFJ sometimes struggles to remain open to other people’s ideas as they are focused so much on the goal, which is of course linked to their ideal. Although they can be crusading on issues that are important to them the INFJ does not generally like conflict and may simply withdraw when the situation becomes tense or loud or where there are multiple, competing viewpoints as the INFJ is intensely introverted and so they prefer to speak when they have a clear purpose and a point to the discussion.
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[HAKUBA’S KAITOU KISSING BOOTH]
“I do hope you noticed that it did not specify what kind of ‘Kaitou’ it needed to be~"
Pride and Obligation
The heist seemed way too easy now. Kaito watched the task force through the thin disguise. They were all packed in the gallery and listening to Nakamouri- keibu bark out orders. He smiled and thought well at least that never changes. Taking careful aim he shot a card towards another display case bottom. Two more were shot off and with timing being everything he fired the last one. It sunk into the glass top and cause Nakamouri to look at it closely. He pressed a small light weight trigger and the cards exploded revealing a heavy layer of sleeping gas.
With his mask dawned KID whistled threw the staggering task force. Stepping up to Nakamouri he watched the last bit of smoke dissipate. His mask disappeared in a simple swipe of his arm and he grinned at the inspector.
“Thank you, inspector. Now why don’t you lay down. Fighting it will only make you sick.” KID purred and waited for the man’s legs to buckle so he could get to the display case he was currently trying to protect.
“Get .. . him … any one…” Nakamouri stumbled and slowly slide to the floor.
There were still a god amount of the task force left that didn’t receive enough gas. They were wobbly and determined but they were also nervous to get near him. They knew his tricks and he knew theirs. A loud thunk caught his attention and to his surprise he watched a newbie drape himself over the case.
“Y-you’re not go-going to get this!”
KID blinked in shock at the bold statement.. “Really now?”
“Yes!”
As if the bold moves of the new guy lite a fire in the remaining task force KID let his grin never falter. The only counter measure was a simple act in standing onto the balls of his feet.
Tension held strong and they stared at each other. Finally someone shifted and there was royal chaos as the task tripped over each other and lunged for the thief. KID dodge and ducked and wove his way over and under people. Each one just a hairs breath from touching him. He laughed playfully and they suddenly found that they had all switched places with KID standing as if he had never moved.
A quiet collected thought passed through the minds of the Task force. ‘We have to do this together.’ KID shifted ever so slightly and waited for the lunge. They did and he smiled.
Hakuba kept the radio on as he drove, feeling almost nothing from the alcohol he’d had. It had been cheap; something Baaya had picked up for cooking, but it had seemed more appropriate than breaking into his scotch. At least pre-heist. It sounded like Kid’s activities were going well, as usual, and the Kaitou Kid Task Force was failing… also as usual.
It really seemed to make little difference whether he was there or not. Nakamori-keibu never listened to him, anyway, and the incompetence of the team made it nearly impossible to get anything done regardless.
He parked a little ways back from the crowd, watching it from his car as he considered, again, what the bloody hell he was even doing there. It all seemed pointless, now. Once out of the car, he moved out in front and leaned on the hood, watching from the background. The fans did their usual screaming of excitement, just waiting for the thief’s grand exit, battling with the crowd control.
Would Kid even notice that he’d shown up, even though he wasn’t really participating? Hakuba pushed back the shades he wore, slipping them up into his messy blond hair, rolling his shoulders back as he got comfortable in his casual lean.