Monthly Archives: September 2014

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((Then after everything Kaito and Heiji start to tease him about it while Conan is the only one who actually praises him out loud.))

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Shyness gave way to embarrassment once the detective finished his song, then turned to mortification when he realized that the response from his companions hadn’t been a standing ovation or stricken with awe – Hattori and Kuroba were laughing. And not just any laugh, but the riotous, falling over each other sort, each holding their sides and each other as their howls competed with their lungs for oxygen.

To be honest, Hakuba wasn’t sure what he’d expected to happen after his performance, or what had possessed him to go up onto the stage in the first place. It was so completely unlike him, particularly in front of his associates that he felt absolutely helpless as he stepped away from the mic and dropped down to the ground level next to the orchestra pit. They were there to investigate the multiple death threats that had been lodged against the band’s lead vocalist, not to live out a silly little fantasy. 

Blush burned into his cheeks and mouth fixed in a tiny frown, he brushed past the heckling pair of hyenas and strode off to make his escape. Let them laugh, he thought coldly, ignoring their calls after him. We’ve work to do.

He was at least grateful that there were few people in the auditorium, minimizing the damage. He needed to find the stage manager for questioning…

“Oiiiiii! Hakuba! Wait up!”

Hakuba turned back to find himself looking at Cona – aka his rival, colleague, and idol in disguise – and blinked, expression guarded. Great… now Kudou wants a turn to stab me right in the heart. 

“How’d you learn to sing like that?? That was really good!" 

"Y-you… really think so?” Hakuba stammered the question out before he could stop himself, letting the praise steamroll right over conventional politeness. “Ah, I mean…”

Conan nodded, eager and child-like as he often was when in public or on the case. It seemed that he slipped into the act naturally as anything, but the child-like wonder added a certain charm to the compliments. “Yeah! I had no idea you could sing! Great detective and vocalist?”

It was almost too much. The blond shuffled from foot to foot, thrusting hands into his pockets in a sheepish display of humility. “Ah, thank you…. My mum was a music major in university – concert piano – so I’ve been involved in music since I was quite young. Choir, piano, violin…" 

"Ehhh?? You play the violin, too?”

The boy smiled in that way that he did when he was particularly impressed under cover – or trying to hide something. It felt genuine that time, at any rate, and Hakuba couldn’t help the warm contentment that always overcame him with such adorable displays. 

“I do, yes… I understand that you do, as well, don’t you?" 

"Yep!”

“As an homage to Mr. Holmes?”

“Of course!”

Hakuba laughed, pleased and amused and alltogether quite proud to mentally file that tidbit of information away with all of the other details that made he and Kudou Shinichi a complementary pair. The others may not have appreciated his talent, as inappropriate as its reveal was, timing-wise. 

And, really, that was good enough for him. 

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((Imagine Hakuba, randomly going on a stage with a guitar and mic. Then he just starts singing Mamoru’s songs. And then Conan,Heiji and Kaito are just standing in the crowd all ‘wtf Hakuba’))

((I love the idea. He… doesn’t know how to play the guitar, but he could definitely sing it. I’m sure it would be shocking to the rest of them. AHHH IT’S JUST… SO… GREAT because it was always my HC that Hakuba could sing and NOW… … now… AHHHH <3 ))

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Orpheus

Engraved in my bosom is the first impact, fast soul beat. 
As the streets sway in the stillness, where’s the angels’ song going? 
At the end of my wandering road, I’m just feeling, just missing. 
Right now, what wish are you making?

Sing your song. Even when we’re apart we can understand. 
Hear my wind. There is only one sky that connects us two.

The brand-new sky is limitless. 
Because we are not alone, 
your love song, although far away, will beat its wings. 
Let’s believe in our shiny days. 
It’s our absolute “Love’s Heart chain”.

We’ll have an innocent dream. Feel me, touch me. 
My heartbeat is the future.

Yes, into the world that’s waiting for the dawn… 
resound, Orpheus heart!

Even if that’s a sin. Believe my pain. Believe your voice 
I don’t care; I still want to embrace your hidden tears. 
The God is very fickle. Shakin’ minds, shakin’ love. 
What are you trying to try out?

Sing my song. My thoughts will not dissipate. 
No more cry. Scorch the seething present moment.

If, for example, the cloudy sky becomes watery, 
and your heart is weeping as well, 
then with my sun-like love, let me shine everything. 
Your scar, already filled with tenderness, 
please let me close it up with a kiss.

We’ll make the future’s world. Feel me, touch me. 
Is it reaching you? Can you hear it?

Sing our song. Get over your tears, 
make [them] your wing, and aim for our sky.

The brand-new sky is limitless. 
Because we are not alone, 
your love song, although far away, will beat its wings. 
Let’s believe in our shiny days. 
It’s our absolute “Love’s Heart chain”.

We’ll have an innocent dream. Feel me, touch me. 
My heartbeat is the future.

Yes, into the world that’s waiting for the dawn… 
resound, Orpheus heart!

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((Sung by Mamoru Miyano. English lyrics from animelyrics.com.)) 

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International Adversaries || worldsgreatestthieves

It was frustrating to work so hard, for so long, to still have the majority of his work with the police be relegated to the third division – theft. Hakuba wanted to be with the first, as homicide cases always offered something far more interesting than the greed and shortsightedness of most thieves. But, no. He was good at solving cases involving theft of all sorts, and his antics chasing Kaitou Kid had left a permanent scar on his curriculum vitae – he’d been type cast, and no amount of resolved murders would ever let him get past it.

This was why the young detective was hesitant when one of his contacts sent him a lead on the one and only Lupin; a thief far more menacing and experienced than Kaitou Kid. Not because it was a challenge, but because it would cement his fate with absolute certainty should he succeed. Was any accolade worth separating himself from where his interests truly lay? He doubted it, but took the lead, anyway.

After all, what kind of detective would he be if he just chose to ignore an international criminal simply because he was a thief? 

So he leaned against a column in the museum’s lobby, sipping coffee that had far too much sugar and cream to be healthy, and waited. How his contact had come across the information, he’d never know, but in theory, Lupin’s associates had been seen investigating an embezzlement coverup using imported artifacts, which meant that there was quite a bit of difficult-to-trace capital just waiting to be stolen. 

Yet it was all speculation. Would Lupin be coming? And, if so, were the alleged artifacts even the target? Was he just wasting his time?

It was a very high possibility. But at least he had his coffee. 

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Oh but it’s true. Do you want to know how he begged for it? How much he said he wanted it? How he laid down and took all of it like an obedient pet? That he screamed and sobbed like a little brat because he bit off more than he could chew.

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It wasn’t the first time that he’d heard of the incident… but while he originally dismissed it, further research proved far more troubling than he’d anticipated. Hakuba pulled out his mobile to send a text while he scrolled through the forums, brows furrowed. Dread and horror filled him slowly, ache like the gnawing cold of rising flood water. 

[text] Just checking in. Hullo!

He’d seen Kaito just recently, hadn’t he? Or spoken to him, at the very least. Really, the detective had been so busy since returning from his trip to London that the past week and a half had been little more than a blur. Still, though, this sort of thing didn’t happen to Kaitou Kid. It just didn’t. …did they?

[text] Would you like to do something later?

Hakuba stretched, leaning back in his chair as the information sunk in. From the video clips that had been posted, it was a simple enough task to determine the approximate location of the scandal, but even with that, it was difficult to ascertain if any of it was legitimate or not. Sex tapes and snuff films were popular among a particular crowd, and many adopted celebrity or character personas to draw in a larger audience. It was a disgusting practice, but unfortunately one of the things that a detective had to deal with from time to time. 

[text] Are you still asleep~?

As the seconds ticked by – which Hakuba verified via pocket watch – his anxiety deepened. To act or not? If it really was his Kuroba Kaito, he needed to be there immediately. If it wasn’t, did he risk revealing that he had a particular and personal interest in the thief’s wellbeing? While it was true that he hadn’t made the claim that they were enemies recently, and he was one of the forefront members of the Kaitou Kid task force, there was easily cause for concern that he could become emotionally compromised without due cause, betraying his secret. Both of their secrets. 

[text] Kuroba, I really need to know that you’re all right

What to do? He’d need to proceed with caution, regardless. Sighing, he set to work drafting a reply to one of the forum threads. 

leprofessorholmes posted:

Has anyone been able to confirm this yet? Or, more importantly, has anyone reported the incident to the authorities? 

That was all that he really felt he could discuss openly on the matter; it all upset him too much. Kuroba or not, those who took photos, recorded video, or stared instead of immediately informing the police were nothing but cruel abusers, themselves. And, had it been staged, it was at the very least a matter of public indecency. How did this sort of thing happen? So many had died simply because the available people had chosen to be spectators instead of heroes. He knew that all too well. Paparazzi was such a dirty word. 

…and why the personal messages? A trap, perhaps. After all, Hakuba had made many enemies in his profession, so it wasn’t completely unlikely. He picked up his phone again, this time attempting to call his classmate, but was met with voicemail. After a brief ‘please get back to me as soon as possible,’ he hung up and began dialing the station to see if there had been any reports made.

But before he could hit the ‘call’ button, another call came in.

“Hakuba Saguru speaking.”

“Hakuba. Where are you right now?”

“Conan-kun?” Hakuba frowned, surprised at the tone and aggressiveness with which the normally sweet boy addressed him. “I’m at my father’s estate in Ekoda. What can I do for you?”

“How fast can you get to Akihabara?”

The blond closed his eyes, taking in a breath while he calculated, again, the ETA for travel time. “Approximately twenty six minutes, though I may be able to shave it to seventeen and a half, dependant on traffic and parking. Why do you ask?” Though he already knew.

“You’re the so-called expert on Kaitou Kid. I’m calling you in.”

That was all the confirmation that Hakuba needed, and was out the door and jogging down the hall in an instant. 

“Understood. I’m on my way.”