*drinks iced tea in the middle of the night, completely overwhelmed with so many RP feels~*
Monthly Archives: November 2014
he’s broken, but you love him anyway
not because you want to fix him,
but because, he’s the only one who
knows you’re just as broken as him.
//Whisper// ((LOL))
“Why, if it isn’t my trouble-making host club senpai, Suoh Tamaki… My, my, what do I owe the pleasure to?” The detective smirked as he pulled the door open and held it for him, waiting for him to come inside. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that it was time for another one of your delightful hosting lessons, is that right~? After all, our last battle went so well… I wonder how that happened…”
Hakuba smirked, waiting for Tamaki to step in before closing the door and stepping right up behind the other blond, pressed against his back so that he could lean in and croon, lips just barely brushing his ear. “We should just make this simple, senpai,” he said, and lowered his voice to the most seductive whisper he could manage. “Marry me.”
Whisper~
“I know the truth!” Hakuba screamed, slamming his fists against the mirror in his bathroom. It was late, he was drunk, but that was no excuse for him to be talking back. “You’re nothing but a fake! A monster! A selfish, spineless, emotionally manipulative coward who goes by my name, uses my face, speaks to my friends, my lovers, and my family… You solve my cases, spread my reputation, but you are not me!"
The blond took another swig of rum, then another, and pushed the bottle at the mirror with a snarl. "Would you like some? Or is it too dirty for you, now?! Bloody hell, how does someone like you exist?! How do you survive?!”
He shook his head, pulling a hand back from the mirror to run through his hair, fingers twisting, digging, yanking at blond locks in frustration. His reflection watched calmly, perhaps even with the same disgust that Hakuba felt, and that only infuriated him more.
“I am NOT a coward!” HIs voice grew desperate with every exclamation, and he thrust the bottle at it again, sloshing rum over his hands, over the sink, leaving more spatters against the reflective surface. “YOU’RE the one that needs professional help, not me! Stop SAYING that! STOP INSISTING that I’m broken, when it’s clearly YOU! Leave me alone!”
When that smug little smirk refused to leave the reflection, the half-brit picked up the bottle again, gripping it hard by the neck, and smashed the base of it against the mirror. This he did again and again until there was a lengthy crack. Then again until the bottle broke, shattering in his hands. With bloodied fists, he pounded at the glass until it was in pieces all around the sink, each fallen chunk only percussion to his vehement stream of curses.
Finally, though, when all that was left was a matte grey finish on the wall, splattered with bloody handprints, Hakuba sank down to his knees and buried his face in his hands. Shards cut against his face and pressed deeper into his palms, but he didn’t care. “It’s over,” he whispered, breath catching in emotional agony.
The tears poured and his shoulders shook as he curled inward, sick and despairing. He’d just destroyed the proverbial painting. What was to become of him now?
Whisper
It had been a long night chasing criminals, and while the exercise – both physical and mental – had been good and good for them, Hakuba couldn’t ignore the exhaustion that plagued all of him, inside and out, as he stood up from the couch. “Thank you for having me over for the reports,” he said, watching Shinichi with a little smirk on his face. “I’m about to drop, though, so I’ll see you in the morning, hm?”
He gathered his paperwork and stuffed it into the briefcase he took everywhere, then gave a nod and strode toward the door. Kudou went with him, and Hakuba found himself pleased at that turn of events, waiting or him to say something, but in the end, all either of them could manage was a helpless little shrug or nod. And when they both realized this, the two detectives blushed, awkwardly nodding again, trying to murmur a goodbye and take care before Hakuba suddenly found himself whispering, “I love you."
The blond blinked, eyes widening as he searched Shinichi’s face to see if he’d heard that, and quickly backed out of the door with a wincing smile.
WELL THEN.
“Whisper”
“Do you know what my problem is, Kuroba…?” Hakuba asked, sliding his hands up the thief’s back with a little smile, eyes closing once he reached those shoulder blades. “Why I’m being permanently dismissed from the Task Force… why I’m no longer welcome in my father’s house… why everything is just falling apart for my career, my schooling, my credibility…?"
He sighed, drawing his fingertips over Kaito’s shoulders, then leaned in to kiss at his neck, lipping up to his ear, where he caressed, tugged.
"I can’t ever go home to London because they consider me a failure without having defeated Kaitou KID… the other detectives don’t respect me because I failed to complete the one task I set out to do when I came here. And do you know why that is? Do you?”
Hakuba slipped his arms around Kaito’s bare midsection, appreciating the toned muscles and curves.
“It’s simple,“ he said, voice dropping to a whisper right against the back of his ear. "I loved you too much.”
whisper~ (Is it too late?)
Together they stood at the bottom of the stairs that led up to the detective agency. It was dark, cold, and snow flittered down around them, casting thin shadows before they joined the rest of their flock on every surface available. Hakuba tilted his head to regard her when she looked nervous, compulsively tucking loose strands of hair behind her ear, and gave a soft laugh. From around his neck, he uncoiled a significant length of striped scarf, which he stepped over to gently nest around Ran’s, tethering them together.
This accomplished, he pulled off one of his mittens to tuck her hair for her, leaned in to kiss the tip of her nose – which was already getting cold – and smiled. “You’re perfect,“ he whispered, then offered his arm. "Shall we?”
whisper (*whistles innocently* I didn’t send it to you twice. What are you thinking?)
So there they were, on a date. How Hakuba had ended up in this situation, he wasn’t entirely certain. It had been something about the zoo and an exhibit on birds, and while he was very interested in birds having worked in the avian rehabilitation center in London, he had meant to go by himself. Yet, here was Nakamori-chan, attending at his side.
Was it supposed to be a group affair? That sounded somewhat likely. The girls were always nosing through his schedule book as if they owned it, and finding that the famous detective was attending the zoo on saturday made it seem, apparently, like an open pass. He’d not even been consulted about the possibility of caravanning, but nevertheless, all promised they would show. Hakuba made the necessary arrangements for a group of six to go – a triple date, as it were – but when it came time to leave… only Nakamori showed up.
He looked to her, then his watch, then back toward the road. When asked if anyone else was coming, Aoko admitted that two people had to bow out, and no one had heard from Kaito. There had been a heist the previous night, so that didn’t surprise Hakuba much. That left just one other person who might come. He waited while Aoko called them, and frowned when she shook her head.
“…I suppose it’s just us, then,” he said, and sighed. “Very well, we’ll just take my car instead. It’ll be funner that way, anyway."
The outing had been fun, at least. It was always interesting to see various animals in supposedly natural, man-made habitats, and this particular zoo had a splendid variety. As expected, however, the bird exhibit was easily the most grandeur and exciting.
There was even a bird show which talked about austringers, getting Hakuba absolutely giddy in his seat. He even broke the rules by standing up during the performance and holding out his arm, calling the trained falcon to land on his ungloved arm. It had hurt to have talons piercing into his arm like that, but it was all worth it when he had their bird doing his tricks.
Once forcefully removed from the show, Hakuba led Aoko into the tropical birds area, pointing out the various colorful plumage, who it belonged to, and what their beak shape meant they were able to eat. He went on and on about the birds, much like he’d go on about Sherlock Holmes or horses, and told several tales of his time working with wild birds at the center.
Eventually, he realized that she’d more or less stopped listening… or, at least, had had her attention drawn to something more interesting within the habitat. He stepped up close behind her and leaned down in an attempt to see what she was seeing, eyes squinting. Upon its discovery, he smirked. “Look,” he whispered right up against her neck, pointing. "A parrot.”
He jumped back and away from her, laughing, arms folded behind his back. Hakuba wasn’t sure if that had been enough teasing to get Aoko to chase him with a mop, but he wasn’t really prepared to find out.
whisper ((Sorry for intruding twice!))
“So… you really think that we can trick him with this?” Hakuba asked, head tilted, smile bright. It had been a long time coming, but it seemed that their prank against the Osakan Brute was finally complete. All that they needed to do now was set the trap in motion. Hattori would be getting to the station at any moment to pick Kazuha up after her trip. That Hakuba was there would be a surprise, but even more so, would be what they were doing to orchestrate it.
They stood close together on the platform, Kazuha with her phone ready for Heiji’s call, Hakuba holding her arm, and they waited. The roar of Heiji’s bike announced his presence, and they could hear his yell from the parking area, followed by the ringing of her phone. Hakuba reached over to hit the button, sending it to voicemail, then leaned in to press a sweet and simple kiss to her cheek. She answered the phone the next time he called, mumbling to Hakuba before paying any attention to the man on the other end. They could hear him yelling louder, now, an embarrassing “OIII KAZUHAAAA~” at which point the girl told him to HOLD ON A MINUTE and leaned back toward Hakuba. He covered her ear with one of his hands and whispered a soft, “I love you,” before pulling away with a devilish smile, then a laugh… which turned into an almost giddy cackle when the bellow of the beast caught up with them.
“OIII!!! I HEARD THA’!”
“I suppose I ought to head out now, Toyama-chan~ have fun with your fearsome tiger man."
He waved, hopped back on the train headed back eastward, and waved to her as it took off.
Ahhh, torturing Hattori-kun was so much fun~
Whisper~?
Before Current Thread:
As much fun as it was to antagonize Kuroba Kaito during class, there was nothing more satisfying than saying nothing at all on the morning after heists where he’d helped to prevent the thief from stealing. All he had to do was shoot him a look from across the room, lounge at his desk, and wait.
This usually carried through until lunch, when he’d get up and stroll over to Kaito, and smile. Whatever his classmate’s rude remarks were in response to the attitude, the detective never let his confidence waver. It was easy enough to mentally pin any faults on Nakamori-keibu, and it amused him so to see the glare that accompanied the accusation that Hakuba was going to accuse him, when in fact, he wasn’t. Not that moment. Just for fun. As far as he could tell, it drove Kaito crazy.
The finishing touch was, of course, when the magician would give him a snarky comment about how Hakuba was being creepy or whatever, to which he’d lean in to whisper, so softly, into Kaito’s ear. “Oh, it’s just beginning, dearest Kuroba-kun.”
After Current Thread:
It was a long time before Hakuba returned to school, and when he did, he made it a policy to avoid contact with most everyone. At least for the first few days. More than anyone, though, he steered clear of one Kuroba Kaito… to the point where it was painfully obvious to anyone who had paid much attention to their rivalry. As much as he wanted to keep it discrete, though, he found himself struggling with the reconciliation of what he now knew about the seemingly ‘innocent’ phantom thief. He was able to avoid him for most of the time, but eventually, the awkward aversion turned into a steady, cold-hearted glare across the room.
How could he? How dare he use him like that? And no word, no explanation, no remorse for his actions… The pain in his leg ached with an anxious burning, and the detective thought of Kaito with every throb. The things that they’d said that night echoed in his mind, all of the details prior to being hit were fresh, vivid. The fear, the pretense, the agony… what was he supposed to do with all of that? How should he deal with so much confusion and rage?
Eventually, it came down to a posturing threat. Hakuba limped down the hallway on his crutches, eyes fixed on the ground, and made it a point to push Kuroba as he past, The tension, heightened, had him turned around, pivoting on the crutch, to face him suddenly with an icy glare. He leaned in as he had before, sneering, and whispered a hissing, “You can’t get rid of me that easily, Kuroba….” before he turned to walk away.