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Catching Up With Fate

kuroba-k:

The emotions on Hakuba’s face were impressive. He hadn’t ever seen the detective going through so many. He hadn’t really seen him show much besides annoyance and surprise. But Kaito just let him, having feelings and expressing them was good.
The small voice answering him did show him though that he has clearly pushed the limit. Now it was time to hold back, before he would scare Hakuba away. So his answer was a simple smile. Then he carefully lowered his hands to the scar and started working it, very gentle at first.
“Stop fretting, Hakuba-san, close your eyes if you want to. You can worry again later.” He kept working gently, leaving out the most intense techniques and watching his patient’s face, so he could immediately lighten his touch again if he saw so much as a twitch. Then he kept his mouth shut for a few minutes and continued working calmly. About five minutes later he opened the bottle and put a few drops onto his fingertips and finally started stroking it into the skin, really just stroking now.

“You know… you said that you’ll be moving back to Ekoda…” He gave a loopsided grin and looked almost a little embarassed. “I still live there, too. And I’ve got a car. I suppose if you ever need some help with boxes or anything. I could offer.” He was aware of the fact that not many citizen of Tokyo owned a vehicle, especially not those living close to the centre. “Just let me know.” Then he got up and wahsed his hands, before he took Hakubas trousers to put them into his hands. “You can get dressed again and if there are any questions, fire away.”

Hakuba did close his eyes when it was offered, and tried, desperately, to not let his thoughts get the best of him. His leg hurt, he was tired and embarrassed, and stressed beyond belief. But Kaito did seem to recognize all of this, and his touch was, admittedly very soothing. Gradually, he did relax, so by the time he left to wash his hands, the detective was a little surprised that it was over.

Even moreso that he’d just been offered help. 

Flushed, Hakuba took his trousers back and nodded, carefully scooting to the edge of the table so that he could, indeed, get dressed again. “Thank you,” he said at first, voice quiet, sort of somber. Not depressed, really, but just not sure what to say. “If you’re really willing to help, that would be… well, that would be a great relief, really. I’m planning on hiring some movers, but I won’t be able to supervise them and Akira-kun very well." 

What followed was a long and weary sigh. "Is it even a good idea to move back in with my father? God, I hated it there… but then there’d be enough room… people to look after him…" 

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Two is Too Much

ft-dc-fan:

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“Would you mind, if I keep you companion, while you look for some others? We aren’t hanging around really often." Or better said never.

"Not at all, Nakamori-chan… be my guest. After all, I do believe I said something about lunch later… There’s a delicious little cafe further into the mall that makes crepes of both savory and sweet. I’m not certain what kind of food you like, but I always love to stop there when I have the chance. What do you think?”

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A Little Assistance

littledetective:

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   ”I hope she hasn’t gone too far,” but it was likely to be the exact opposite. They had spent a large chunk of their time discussing the case, giving the roaming pooch the chance to wander even further from home.

   Spinning on the heel of his sneakers, he jabbed a finger in the direction of the alley he had mentioned before. “There’s still plenty of time before the sun goes down, and the alley isn’t far.”

   Conan gave no warning before he bolted down the street. Hakuba’s legs were longer than his own, and would likely catch up — but the sooner they found the dog, the better.

“I’m right behind you,” Hakuba called after the boy as he took off, ready to run, himself.

He wondered, briefly, if this was why Hattori enjoyed being around the little detective so much; there was just a sense of energy being around him. Everything was always go, go, go, which was so terribly unlike the adults. It lent urgency to the case, which was especially helpful in situations like this, and made it that much more fun.

Pounding pavement with long strides, Hakuba could catch up easily, but he kept his eyes open for Conan to dart away at any moment – something he’d personally observed before. 

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Two is Too Much

ft-dc-fan:

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She smiled softly at, taking the tie in her hand. “The tie looks great! I’ll buy it for my father. What about you? Do you like the ties or do you want to look a bit more for some others?” She somehow got the feeling, that the ties she chose for him, wasn’t really what he was looking for.

“Well…”  Hakuba glanced down at the selection in his hands and once again evaluated, attempting to determine which was more important – the daughter of Nakamori-keibu’s personal feelings, or getting the right tie – and floundered. 

“Perhaps I need to keep looking just a little longer. I can always use more ties, after all. You never know what occasion will come up with them…" 

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City Jaunt!

haruspoops:

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          Akira jerked away from Hakuba’s touch, though to her vision it was not her best friend who was reaching out sympathetically, but a gray blur of fear and death and grief sent to take her, to take her back to the nothingness, to when she was everything and nothing at once, unable to speak and yet able to see all.

          Tears streamed down her face, and she felt bile in the back of her throat and so help her God if whatever jammed in her throat didn’t get out in two seconds- but of course, no nurse appeared in the split second it took for Akira to vomit into her breathing tube and that was a bad fucking idea Akira because now you can’t breathe hardly at all and you’re breathing vomit and you might die because of this after surviving a car crash that put you in a fucking coma. 

                                                                        [HELP. HELP!]

The teenager steeled himself, making the split second decision to go full on detective mode. He’d had limited field medical training, he could handle this. He chased down and fought criminals for God’s sakes; he could do this. With one second to take a deep breath, Hakuba put himself to work, reaching down to pry the breathing tube from her. Thank god he’d read about it before and had seen other nurses complete the procedure, so he had a general idea of how it was done. 

It was messy work, though, and while Hakuba cared very much more for Akira’s life, he couldn’t help but worry that there would be more trouble from the resultant liquids. Still, he got it out, tossed it aside, reached for her arm and her back and rolled her onto her side so that it wouldn’t all end up back in her lungs. “Cough, Akira-kun… go ahead, cough it out, get it all out on the mattress, it’s fine, you’re fine." 

Arms trembling, he thumped her back, trying to ignore all of the warning sounds from the various machinery in the room. Surely, a nurse was on her way. Surely, someone would come and help. He prayed as he desperately tried to help her that he was doing what he should have done. Urging her, staying close, ready to find something to suction out her lungs if he had to and god knows he would. 

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Waiting Pleasantries

patientxpetals:

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   ”I guess th’ fact they they c’n self-seed and their speed in growth makes ‘em seem a little pest-like, especially when they start t’ smother other plants. I think they’re cute.” She would have been more than happy to plant a few in her garden, but taking time away from home meant she would likely return to nothing but Morning Glories.

   Something that felt a little like pride swelled in her chest when he decided to contribute to the conversation. It felt nice to be listened to, but it was even better knowing the person she spoke to had something to say — not to mention he was handsome, and his laugh was incredibly adorable.

   ”Hmm?” Focus, “Oh! Uh, I’ve only been workin’ with flowers for about three years. I practically begged fer th’ job after I moved t’ California by m’self. Ma was never…
                                               She thought it wasn’t a good job.”

   Madison shook her head and urged the smile to return to her face, “What about you? You’re a detective! I know ya said it’s a lot of paper work, but I’ve always wondered what it would be like. I mean, it’s probably nothin’ like what they show on TV, right?”

“I suppose the morning glories are best left on abandoned castles, hm? There’s a manor in Lyon that I visit from time to time; crumbling walls, rotting wood, climbing ivy… and god, so many morning glories. They’re beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.”

He rocked back and forth on his heels as he considered a segue, pulling himself from the day dream. “Good job or not,” he looked at her again with a reassuring smile. “I think it’s wonderful that you’re doing what you’re passionate about. That’s far more important than money or social stigma, anyway. It’s the way to find true joy, or so I’m told.

"Really, rather like detective work. Sometimes it’s as the telly shows, yes… There are chases, exciting criminal cases, injuries, time spent in laboratories, speaking to blood splatter experts… But most really is paperwork. Alas, anything we detectives do must be documented if we’re to use it in court. It’d be far too easy to fake otherwise. But, fortunately…”

Hakuba leaned in closer to her then, raising a brow with mischievous interest, smirk going crooked on his face. “I’m rather fond of the smell and texture of paper, and love to examine ink and typed writing for mistakes… cross-referencing data, determining legitimacy. You can learn so much about people that way, and since paperwork isn’t as standard across the board as one might think, there are plenty of rooms for error, all of which lead to… well, curious things. Which I love.”

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kuroba-k:

It had been a nice and quiet Saturday and Kaito had spent his day home, doing chores that needed doing and working a little on KID’s stuff in the basement. In the evening he had started watching TV and fell asleep somewhere towards the end of a late film. So when he heared knocking, he needed a moment to figure out that he had been sprawled out on the couch and not his bed. Judging by the darkness, though, safe from the flickering light of the TV, it was still night or very early morning…

The thief knew he hadn’t imagined the knocking, his sleep was very light and he was alert to everything not natural in his surrounding. Yawning he sat up and rubbed his face awake, finishing with a good ruffle through his hair before getting up and walking to the door soundlessly. He didn’t bother to turn on any lights, since he knew the way and the faint light from the TV was more than enough. It also gave him a better chance to see the other side of the door through the spy since it was only the street lights outside.
Surprised even more, when he realised who’s tall shape he saw, he opened the door. He was aware that he wore crinkly jogging trousers and a most likely just as much rumpled shirt. But seeing as it was the middle of the night, he judged it appropriate.

“Hakuba-kun, everything allright?” For a short moment an icey shot of worry slipped down his spine, what if something happened to his mother? – But then… it would have been Nakamori or another official, not a privat investigator at his door. Behind his pokerface that had also slid in place, he relaxed a little again. Although, now he allowed a frown to show and observed the detective. “What’s the matter?”

“I beg your pardon for the intrusion, Kuroba-kun,” Hakuba began, breathless and harried. “There’s been a little mixup and… well, quite frankly, I need a place to stay for the night. I know we’re not exactly on good terms, but…" 

The detective glanced back over his shoulder to the street, which was mostly dark, and shivered, turning back to Kaito after a few seconds. His clothing was dirty, both blood stained in sections and burnt in others. Rumpled. Torn here and there. Soot smeared his face, though it looked like he’d already tried to clean it up with a handkerchief.

”…Please, may I hide here? Just until Baaya calls for me.“