He really didn’t know her well enough to make such a request, but as Hakuba looked around the immediate area, he found that he didn’t have much of a choice. If that woman had seen him, and he appeared to be on his own, there would be no escape from several long hours of drama. A little awkward forwardness seemed, in that context, a fair bargain.
So, putting on his best, most nervous smile, he leaned closer to Madison and whispered, “Kiss me… Please. I’ll explain later.”
It had been kind of a stupid setup, really, and Hakuba wondered if it would even work. He had his doubts, despite the preparation, but there was really nothing more that he could do about it. One of his high-brow clients was receiving death threats surrounding the particular event — a ball/charity auction with open bar and catered dinner — and everyone had to have a date. The detective wondered if his client had mentioned this specific detail on purpose. Hakuba normally went to these sort of socialite events going stag, content to do his own browsing and mingling without any sort of preformed attachment, but since it had been required…
At least Nakamori-chan had acknowledged that it was just for a case. Sort of. He wasn’t actually sure how she felt about the whole thing. As honest and up front as he’d been about it, he was never really clear on what, exactly, went on in a teenage girl’s mind, and even he had to admit that they were a smart-looking pair as they walked up the steps to the mansion, arm in arm.
He glanced at her, brows lifting, and offered a small, reassuring smile. They’d gone over all of the protocol for this sort of event at least a dozen times, so things would be all right. She would be safe, Hakuba would get the bad guy, and all would turn out to be a lovely evening. He was sure of it.
Slipping his other hand up to give Aoko’s a squeeze, he chuckled, and gestured for her to step inside the opened doors, first. “It’s now or never,” he whispered, and moved his closer hand to the small of her back to direct her inside.
It wasn’t allowed, and Hakuba knew that, but he couldn’t help the impulse when Saphir was just so close to him. He’d thought about it time and time again, but had never actually thought he’d do it. But, then again, life was so short, anyway, you had to take opportunities when they came, even if they sometimes seemed like the worst ideas possible, right?
So, with just a moment more of hesitation, Hakuba reached over to card his fingers through Saphir’s hair, feigning innocence as he looked away, smiling. “You’re perfect,” he said, voice dropping to a whisper as if it would make things kosher.
It had just been far too tempting.
There was something about having a secret boyfriend that made lectures much more tiring. Hakuba still took notes, sure, and he studied hard, but he couldn’t stop glancing over at the boy across the room, wondering if he was just as distracted as he was. He realized it was kind of a silly question, though, since Kaito always seemed distracted, or at the very least, always seemed bored. Like a jack russell terrier, if the prankster didn’t burn off some energy several times a day, nothing — not even the furniture — was safe.
Conversely, Hakuba was usually much more calm. Usually. As it was, stretching his legs out under the desk and switching the language in which he took notes was doing very little for his own levels of boredom, and his thoughts drifted here, there, and everywhere else but the classroom.
The moment it was lunchtime, the detective was out of his desk and walking over to Kaito with long, confident strides. Fellow classmates wondered, watching — was there going to be another accusation today? The two had been so antagonistic toward each other. When was Hakuba going to let it go? Several flinched, even, when the detective dropped both palms against other teen’s desk, leaning over with a wide, challenging smirk before dropping his voice to a whisper. “Let’s get out of here.”
(Probably because that’s a GREAT time to be RPing!!! :D)
It really had been a night for bad decisions. The detective had made his deduction perfectly clear, yes, and Nakamori-keibu had actually listened to him for once, but nothing had gone right at all. Especially not, when overcome with frustration at the ‘I told you sos’ from the other Task Force members, he’d struck out on his own to try to reclaim something of his dignity. And while he found the thief again with relative ease enough to surprise him, what surprised him more was that his first impulse was to kiss the damned guy.
Which he did, the moment he slapped the handcuffs on him.
Blushing furiously, Hakuba tore his gaze away and whispered, “You were a mistake.”
While being armed was not uncommon for the detective these days, it was incredibly unlikely for him to actually pull the gun out at any time. Just as his parents, Hakuba was a pacifist to a fault, but everyone, he supposed, had their limits.
His happened to be assassins with which he had a personal grudge against.
Even then, the weapon was meant to be more of an intimidating tactic than anything. Hakuba wanted Spider to know that he was serious, and that he was more than capable of transcending the apparent typical high school detective convention where necessary. And, now that it was after a heist, and he’d tracked Spider to a place he imagined the assassin thought was safe, it was time to show that he meant business, coming up behind him to press the barrel of the gun against Spider’s back.
“I can be cruel if I have to,” he whispered, smirk tugging at his lips.
He would be Spider’s Sherlock yet.
There was something different about Nakamori Aoko that morning, and Hakuba couldn’t quite place it. Had she done her hair any differently..? No. It was the same, mousey, wild mess that it always was. Her school uniform was exactly the same, as well. No more makeup than was allowed by policy. No excessive hair accessories. So what was it?
Curious and somehow determined, the detective made his way over to her desk to investigate, feigning the need to ask about one of the questions on their maths homework. She was, at least, more than proficient in the subject so it wasn’t as though it was farfetched to think that she might have some sort of insight on the topic. It was there, though, that he realized, leaning over her desk, that she had the particular scent of strawberries. Specifically, strawberry shampoo. A weakness of his.
Hakuba allowed himself just the tiniest breath to take in the scent before sighing a wistful sigh. “You smell lovely,” he whispered, and ignored his own blush at the statement in favor of immediately returning the topic to math. “So, about question fourteen…”
The teasing banter was one of the things that Hakuba loved most about the heists… especially when they managed to get up close and personal with it. Such a situation, like the one they were in now, was perfect for it. He had KID ‘cornered’ on the the rooftop, police surrounding the ground below, many more trying to scramble up the several flights of stairs in the building, but for the moment, they were alone. He’d delivered a particularly biting comment, one literally about biting the thief, with a sly smile and an arch of his brow, and had laughed when he’d gotten a comment about being wilder than expected in return. To this, Hakuba simply moved closer, gaze predatory as he leaned in to whisper his response.
“Oh, its just beginning.”
It had been a very long and difficult day for the detective, traipsing all over Osaka in an attempt to find that bloody brute of a detective, but he hadn’t had any luck thus far. Other than, of course, trailing Toyama Kazuha, whom he followed with dogged determination. Even when she tried to slip by him, he managed to keep track of her movements, and soon stepped up behind her in the busy mall, around the column where she probably thought she was safe, and whispered into her ear. “You can’t get rid of me that easily. Now, where is Hattori-kun?”
1. “I love you.”
2. “I hate you.”
3. “I know you love me.”
4. “Don’t act like you love me when it’s so clear that you don’t.”
5. “Don’t make me threaten you.”
6. “Marry me.”
7. “You smell lovely.”
8. “I can be cruel if I have to.”
9. “I can’t wait to watch you burn.”
10. “You’re perfect.”
11. “You were a mistake.”
12. “I never loved you.”
13. “I loved you too much.”
14. “Look a parrot.”
15. “Kiss me.”
16. “Let’s get out of here.”
17. “It’s over.”
18. “Oh, its just beginning.”
19. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”
20. “It’s now or never.”