“He’s always eaten like a bird from what I remember, even as a young child… Is he really not eating?”
Monthly Archives: December 2014
“Ah.”
“Then it’s good, that I’m his friend- well, I hope he thinks of me as a friend.”
"Oh, I should think so… he certainly talks about you often enough!”
“Eh, Mrs. Hakuba is here?”
“I am, as a matter of fact! It seems that my son is busy trying to help Baaya take down the Christmas decorations, though I don’t know why they’re so intent to… I would wait until after New Year’s, myself, but no~”
“Though I suppose we do have that New Year’s Eve party coming up…”
♀ “Good evening Mrs. Hakuba,” he tries in his best English, adding a little bow, but then switches back to Japanese. “Do you mind, if I asked what has gotten you interested in Japan to travel this far and find love on the other side of the world?”
“Oh my, you’re charming, aren’t you~? I’ve always thought that the Japanese way of life was so romantic, you know? Especially back before we had the internet and everything, I saw these movies and read these books and heard so much about it from one of my brothers, who went there once, and came back with so many wonderful little trinkets… I kept a Japanese lantern hunt in my bedroom for years and years, and promised myself that I’d go, some day.
"And, one day, when a terrible tsunami struck the coast of Tokyo, I found myself in a position to go along with the Red Cross on a relief mission. It was my first time there, and I barely spoke any of the language despite having taken courses at university, and it was while barking orders and moving sand bags that I met the young officer that would soon become my husband…
"I guess you could say that I’ve always been a tad obsessed with Japan. Living there was a lot different than I expected, though, and I’m glad to be home in England now… but I’ll never forget – or regret – the time I spent there.”
♀ If your son wasn’t set on being a detective, what career path would you have liked to see him pursue?
“I’d probably have him become a teacher or a journalist… something that’s a little less dangerous, anyway, and much more cerebral. Though, that said, I wouldn’t mind if he became my successor in the charity work… Charities need social functions like the ones that I provide in order to survive, and there are very few people that know how to network like I can.
"I’m really not certain who to pass my hostess specialties onto…”
New Friend?
whiteknighthakuba started following you
Alfred took notice of another standing next to him. It was actually decent out for winter time here in DC and to have someone visiting this memorial…the memorial in honor of those who lost their lives duirng 9/11…he liked it. It made him happy. Of course this was a subject so very touchy for him and he rather not spill anything that he knew. Still though the blue eyed male grins and looks to him, there is a softness to him.
“Have you come to pay your respect?"
"Yes, I have,” the other male said, voice soft and somber. Hakuba took a moment to turn his attention to the other person at his side, but he did, and offered a small, polite nod. His accent was undeniably British, each word carefully formed and accented with an almost delicate execution.
He turned his brown-eyed gaze back down to the memorial, letting his eyes rest on the waters that pooled and spilled over, then to the names engraved on the polished slabs before them.
“This is an impressive piece of art… the memorial, I mean. It seems very appropriate. Lovely, even."
“What did your son do for fun when he was little? Did he have many friends?”
“When he was little, he usually played out in the garden or the woods behind the property. Baaya would go with him half of the time, but he did wander off quite often on his own. As far as friends go… no, he didn’t really have many. It was always difficult for him; he’s so shy, you know, and we always lived so far away from his classmates…
"But he did have his dogs to play with, and Baaya played cards, and I taught him how to play piano, so I don’t think he was really lacking in company. Besides, he had so many books to read, things to photograph, and toy dragons to train.
"He’s a friendly sort, it just takes a while to get him out of his shell.”
The thief came late, so as not to disrupt anything Hakuba might have been doing for the holiday, box in hand to be set on the dresser. It wasn’t anything much, just a couple of plushies. One Kid, one deerstalker clad detective. The detective had handcuffs, the thief, a jewel. (Fake of course, but a peridot). And he debated a moment before going to sit under the window. Maybe another present could be some company for a moment?
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So absorbed was Hakuba in his book that he did not notice the thief’s entrance until he had returned to the window bench, the white of his cape and top hat catching the light from the fire just right to pull him from the pages of A Christmas Carol. He blinked once, then again, head tilting as he slowly, carefully straightened up in the plush arm chair recliner, and stared at him.
“Kaitou-san…” he said, voice soft and tentative. “It’s a pleasure to see you tonight… on Christmas, of all days. Does this mean that I’ve made it off of your naughty-list~?”
i hate detective conan. its my favorite series
{I want to ask Hakuba’s mother a question, but I don’t know what to ask! *pout*}
“That’s all right, my darling! Just ask anything that comes to mind. I’ll start you off with an interesting bit of trivia about my son. When he was younger, he used to think that he could catch the Easter bunny if he got up early enough and waited out in the garden with a big net. Isn’t that precious~?”