Monthly Archives: October 2014

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dark-reflections:

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“I didn’t expect anything else. People have such a negative view of them because of what the media has done.” She sighed crossing her arms. “Although I’m a little curious by what you meant ‘usually’.”

“As someone who has explored the catacombs in Paris and London…” Hakuba said a wincing smile and a shudder that he really couldn’t help. “And I’ve… seen things, you understand. I don’t know enough to say that all spectres are particularly malicious– in fact, I rather expect that most are benign, even ambivalent, but the chance that they could be otherwise… and the fact that I don’t have the information necessary to really protect myself in that instance… makes me a little more than wary." 

The detective laughed, then, sheepish. "Of course, I’m generally a bit paranoid with just about everyone and everything, anyway, so it may just be par for the course!”

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Terminal Affirmation

smokebombsandmirrors:

As Kaito watched him his over enthusiastic grin fading into one that was personal and meant just for Hakuba to see. “You didn’t think I’d just let you leave with out seeing you one last time?”

He sat up and leaned on to his knees. “I …..”

I wish you weren’t going. I wish I didn’t open my big mouth and sent you off. I wish we had more time. I wish … I wish … There were so many of those that were fluttering about his mind and clogging his throat his didn’t know what to say. ‘I like you’ was to cliche and would bring too much pain to both of them. ‘I’ll see you soon’ was say too much of the unknown. ‘I’ll miss you’ was a given. ‘Don’t fall for any other thieves while your over there’ was just highly inappropriate.

He scrunched his brow and stared at the carpet. He was so lost at what to say. With his mother she was usually gone before he could wish her a safe trip. It wasn’t like he didn’t want that for Hakuba but he also wanted the damn plane to break down before the detective ever got on the monstrosity.  

The trailed silence earned a small, meaningful smile from the detective in return, who wished for all the world that he could offer a hand in reassurance. If not to hold Kaito’s, at least to put around him. If they were in London, it wouldn’t even be a question; he’d kiss him right then and there, hold him tightly, nuzzle into the crook of his neck. But there, in Japan, all he could do was attempt to not look quite as wistful and lovesick as he felt. 

Shoulders hunched, he, too, glanced down at the carpet after a moment. Societal convention forced so much to be left unsaid, and while it wasn’t fair and he certainly didn’t agree with it, there was nothing, really, that either of them could do.

“We’ll call, text, email, and send photos,” Hakuba said, forcing his voice to stay quiet and even. “I’ll be busy with campus tours and Scotland Yard, you’ll… well, I know you’ll be busy causing all sorts of mischief. We just need to be careful so that we’ll be reunited in one piece in just… a couple of months…”  It wasn’t as accurate estimate as he liked, but he feared that the actual number would sound far too despairing. “And I’ll be back before you know it.”

He paused, then, struck by a sudden, terrible thought. “…a practice run, if you will, for… long distance…" 

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Waiting Pleasantries

patientxpetals:

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   ”Most people get that really bored look on their faces whenever I start talkin’ about flowers. I mean, I know they’re not th’ most interestin’ things t’ hear about.” She lifted her shoulders in a small, sheepish shrug but quietly appreciated his charm and understanding.

   He hadn’t asked her to stop or forced another subject onto her, but she still felt a sliver of guilt knowing she had almost tumbled into a nearly endless speech about flowers and their medical benefits. Besides, she was only a simple florist — she wasn’t supposed to know more than their meanings and that they were ‘really, super pretty.’

   ”I never thought of ‘em that way, but yer right. I can’t wait fer mine t’ bloom,” she tried not to sigh at how poetic he sounded, “They take a few years t’ grow an’ bloom, but I know it’ll be worth it. Just gotta pay attention an’ make sure they’re gettin’ th’ right amount of light and water.”

   Madison shifted slightly beside him and cleared her throat, “Do ya happen t’ have a favorite?”

For his part, Hakuba seemed completely content to listen to the ramblings. It was refreshing to hear of another’s life and adventures without having to cater to the whims of the interrogation of fame, and the subject matter was calming. That the woman he spoke to was a beautiful girl and clearly passionate was a definite perk, and the detective was very pleased with his choice in bus stop for the day.

“I prefer Morning Glories, after all, though I suppose many think of them as a pest…” he offered, smile crooked. “Lilies, also. And Carnations… especially the ones with stripes." 

He laughed, then, just a small, rolling chuckle in the back of his throat before turning his attention back to the sign post. "How long have you been working with flowers? Is this a family trade, or is it something you’ve pioneered on your own?”

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Genius.

capturego:

Magikarp huh? They helped alot once..! -She received the egg and unleashed her Arcanine, who instantly laid down and curled around the egg when Crys placed it down.-
…Hmm? -Crys looked at the Dratini and smiled, walking closer and offering a hand out to the Dratini.-
It’s okay, I’m just a researcher.
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I’m Crystal Jemmings, nice to meet you two.

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Hakuba was pleased with the young woman’s conduct, professional and polite, and felt eager to continue the pleasant interaction. “The pleasure is all mine, I assure you,” he said, giving a nod. “My name is Saguru Hakuba. This is Jade,” he nodded to the little dratini, who wriggled its nose before stretching out to nuzzle at the girl’s hand. 

“And that,” he glanced over his shoulder to the dragonite, who stood behind him with a large, lazy smile. “Is Ryuu. If this magikarp turns out anything like my Kitty, it’ll be just what the professor was hoping for, I believe… thank you for your assistance.”

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Bloody Moriarty

thelotusflowerfiles:

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“Thank you.” said to Twig and gave her a gentle rub around the ears and continued to collect the papers. “I could always carry her when if she gets to tired. I’d offer to carry you as well but I think our height differences might pose a problem." 

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He offered a small smile to him and stacked the papers up on top of the tables.

Twig wagged her tail and went back to lying down once it seemed that everything was back to status quo; papers back on the table, pets given, and her master no longer giving signs of an oncoming anxiety attack. Job well done. 

Meanwhile, Hakuba fought the color that came to his cheeks at the somewhat awkward joke, but managed a genuine little laugh, despite. It was the smile from Shinichi that really sold it. "God, and I know I’m underweight, but I’m certain that I way more than you do. Let’s avoid having to have you carry me, I think… A leisurely walk or a cab would be just fine.”

He took up the tea cup again, expression all-together amused as if he had far too many private jokes that he was unwilling to share.

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Waiting Room Interrogation

aceofclubs1412:

Why is he staying? He shrugged. The detective had his reasons.

“Well, someone’s got to spice up the lectures! Especially Kuno-sensei’s.”

“Right, because the information presented in the usual format isn’t nearly entertaining enough for a genius like yourself, is that right?” Hakuba shook his head, leaning back in the chair. “Still, I suppose you’ve got to get that adrenaline rush somewhere as you clearly aren’t getting it in any moonlight escapades.”

He smirked, chancing a sideways glance at the other teenager, then looked straight ahead while folding his arms casually behind his head. 

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osakapride:

“I don’t believe fer a single second that ya dun miss me.” He scowled at his phone as if the other party could see it. At least he could hear the disdain in the Osakan’s voice. He did his best to coat it in a certain degree of venom.

Not that deep down he didn’t have some sort of respect for the other detective, but it was purely professional. After all, no one enjoyed being called a savage. Heiji just had techniques to finding clues that differed from the other man’s tactics. To be cited for that was uncalled for.

“So after this, I get to play messenger boy? I’m overjoyed.”

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Their differences and their similarities were nothing short of a recipe for disaster, and Hakuba made certain to keep a constant vigilance to take note of any faux pas that the Osakan might take. It was nothing short of painful pleasure – or was it pleasured pain? – to associate with the brute who served as a reminder of his embarrassment and an embarrassment to his work.  

“I miss you the way a cat misses tinfoil, Hattori-san…” Hakuba said at first, tone with a lofty air as he slumped against the wall, taking a moment to rest while he rubbed the bridge of his nose. “If you would be willing to pass it along, I would be grateful. I might even be willing to do something in return, if you have need. God, give me a fee schedule and I’ll write you a check.”

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Terminal Affirmation

smokebombsandmirrors:

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“Around seven. I didn’t want to miss seeing you off since dinner got scrimped.” He grinned and took the open seat next to him. He folded the aviators and hooked down the front of his black v-necked shirt revealing slightly tired eyes and the starting of dark circles. The dark red cargo jacket shifted back that showed off his slim waist and hips. Dark wash jeans hung low on his hips and was held up by a thick brown leather belt and dark boot were worn and scuffed from years of use. 

“Excited?” He asked and hooked his arms around the backs of the chair next to him and behind Hakuba. He stretched out and relaxed in the usually uncomfortable chair.

The blush didn’t leave as Hakuba watched him, noting the discrete arm, the casual pose. Was Kuroba not worried at all by what he was doing? He drank awful coffee from the cup to buy himself a moment of time, then smiled, still embarrassed, but… grateful. 

“To see you, yes… but not so much to leave. Watson doesn’t really like planes… and…” The smile faded as Hakuba looked down at his cup, unconsciously leaning toward Kaito with a sigh. It wasn’t fair that he looked so attractive and so tired; it only made his resolve that much more worn. If only they could leave, go back to the house, cuddle down for a much-needed nap… “I wasn’t expecting to see you here. Thank you for coming. God, I wish I wasn’t leaving." 

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Bloody Moriarty

thelotusflowerfiles:

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Great job Shinichi, insult the person looking for your help.

He fell silent briefly before answering the question. “No ….I don’t own one. I’m sorry, let me go call a cab.” 

Way to go, insult him more.

He stood from the table quickly and sent papers scattering across the cafe floor. Stunned he stared at them then slowly bent to the floor and started picking the up and placing them back into their correct files. His hands trembled from the embarrassment.

“Ah- Kudou-san,” Hakuba said, shifting immediately to help, though Twig beat him to it, carefully scooping up pages gently in her teeth to hold out to Shinichi. “Twig, hold… … god, I hope…." 

Ultimately, he remained sitting in the booth, too nervous to try to move to help for fear that he’d really wrench his back, but he felt terribly for putting the other through the ordeal. "It’s not far, right? District 2, block 22… I can make it just fine walking, so long as you don’t mind my being  a little slow…” Hakuba frowned as he said it, watching the corgi as she attempted to help the detective. “Twig has very short legs, you see.”

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sxlvershot:

PSA: I am willing to ship my muse with same character
          I am willing to ship my muse with cross over characters
          I am willing to ship my muse with opposite sex characters
          I am willing to ship my muse with same sex characters
          I willing to ship my muse with original characters.
          I am willing to ship my muse with any other muse.
                      As long as there is chemistry