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Catching Up With Fate

kuroba-k:

It was rather obvious that Hakuba had trouble undressing, which made the therapist wonder slightly. Did he still get help from someone? Or was it because of the awkward situation here and perhaps more pain than usual today? It sure caused him to go perhaps a little more easy for today than he usually would. If things were this irritating.

While Hakuba scooted back onto the table, Kaito bent over, grabbing the trousers and casually folded them in half before he placed them on an extra chair. The brace followed right after and he disinfected his hands once more, rolling right next to the table, taking a good look. The skin seemed to have healed back together properly, no open wounds or complications he could see. What he did see though was that the injured thigh was distinctly slimmer than the other one, as to be expected after six weeks of not using the muscles.
“From the looks of it, I would say superficially the healing’s going well. The scar’s a good red which means circulation’s working properly. The haematoma is receding nicely as well. Your muscles are a little atrophied, but that was to be expected and we’ll be working on that.” He didn’t bother to colorfully describe common terminology, in Hakuba’s like of work they were just just the same.

“I’m going to put my hands on your leg now.” He warned quietly before he gently, yet very assured, slid both of his hands onto the skin next to the scar. “If it hurts or the pressure’s getting uncomfortable, please tell me.” After another second of letting Hakuba become acustomed to his touch, he moved his hands along around the scars, feeling for temperature differences and changes in humidity. Then he used a little more pressure to feel the muscles beneath. “I’ll need some comparison.” Again, just a short warning before he moved one hand towards the other leg, doing the same things over.
“How’s this for you? Feeling any differences?” His gaze slid up to Hakuba’s face as it had been every now and then, judging the other male’s expression.

It hurt, that much was clear, and Hakuba did his best to stay calm and focused despite. His expression betrayed him, though– brows furrowed, face pinched in a grimace, and his fingers clenched and unclenched in anxious fervor. 

“My right leg isn’t really in any pain at all,” he said, looking to his uninjured limb. “Just a little sore, though I expect that’s from putting so much weight on it all of the time these days… ah, the left one, though…”

The detective looked down at his offending leg again which, as Kaito had said, was healing remarkably well. Even so, the pain was the deep sort, and Hakuba bit his lip before attempting to explain it. “After all, the femur was fractured by the bullet… that’s… bound to cause some long-lasting pain, isn’t it? It’s normal… … … right?" 

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Bloody Moriarty

thelotusflowerfiles:

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“Yes, unfortunately.” He sighed. Though his words were harsh they held the fondness of a sibling speaking. 

Jon scowled at Shinichi and pinched him on the rear causing the detective to yelp and jumped. “What did we promise?”

“I didn’t think that mattered when introducing someone." Shinichi huffed back and rubbed the soar spot. "Hakuba,Twig, this is Jonathan Wriggly, Jon this Hakuba Saguru, a fellow detective and his companion, Twig.”

“Nice to meet you.” The burly man said in a surprisingly flowy kind of Japanese and earned a glare from Shinichi.

Switching back and forth between languages? Hakuba looked from one to the other, then back again, uncertain. He was so concerned, even, that he failed to notice that Shinichi had addressed him as a fellow detective, but that would come back to him when there were less pressing things on his mind. Which convention was appropriate in this instance? A bow or a handshake? If any. The larger man was obviously American, so a simple nod might have done, or a wave, or a muttered growl, perhaps, but… 

“A pleasure to meet you, as well,” Hakuba finally replied, opting to stick with Japanese until he was absolutely certain, giving a small, polite bow – oh god why did he come back to Japan? – and an offered hand. “Do you, ah, prefer Japanese or English?" 

Twig looked pleased, tail wagging, because although Hakuba was acting like a nervous nelly, he was at least operating under normal enough conditions. She panted, smiling, and waited to make sure that the transaction of pleasantries went according to her expectations. 

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baiganraltaica:

“Ya ain’.” Said coolly, smoothly. “Yer standin’ ain’ changed in th’ slightest since ya were gone.”

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That sort of time almost seemed non-existent to him. The ticks and tocks of each sand into the proverbial glass were felt, but their meaning was gone in his mind of which was distracted with chains of anxiety from mission after mission… The blur between each one should’ve surely disturbed him more than his current expression belied. “Unless, ya’re so eager ta…?”

“I could use a reminder, I think. Things have been…” the detective hesitated, pulling the cigarette from his mouth to take another pull of liquor, eyes closing to appreciate the burn. After a quiet, satisfied exhale of vapor, he glanced back at the other again. “…difficult. So, if you wouldn’t mind indulging me?”

The cigarette found its way back between his lips, still unlit, as he simply observed. Waiting. 

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Waiting Room Interrogation

aceofclubs1412:

“Of course I don’t get an adrenaline rush from ‘moonlight escapades’- as I’ve told you, there aren’t any.” 

He needed to get out of there. The room smelled strongly of rubbing alcohol, and it was so small compared to the classroom- he wasn’t claustrophobic, but he hated being cooped up. And, of course, Hakuba. The British detective’s presence always made him feel odd.

Kaito moved his arm, wincing as his shoulder protested. But it did hurt less. He stood up. “‘bye, Hakuba-kun. See you tomorrow.”

"Ah…”  Hakuba’s teasing demeanor shifted to concern as he watched the other teen get to his feet, frowning. “Leaving so soon? I thought you were supposed to rest a touch. Are you already right as rain?" 

The detective frowned, suddenly sheepish as he tried to come up with some sort of justification to ask him to stay. Or, failing that, to go with him. "It was a nasty spill, after all… could you benefit from an escort, at least?”

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Terminal Affirmation

smokebombsandmirrors:

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He smirked at him and gave a very KID like look. “Well, I made it. I had to do a bit of …. ‘searching’ for the aquamarine but was luck that a shop had some. As for the quicksilver and topaz it came from my home collection and don’t worry about getting me anything I don’t need the material to be happy. Just let me know your doing okay while you’re gone and let me know what you’re up to. I’ve never been outside of Japan so I want to know what ts like.”

His expression shift to something more eager and child like. Rotating in his seat he brought one leg up so he could rest his chin on it while watching Hakuba. 

The antics were cute, even if Kaito had basically just admitted to stealing – yet again. Even so, Hakuba rolled his eyes and took another sip of coffee before letting his hands rest in his lap, smiling back at him with fond annoyance.

“That’s very noble of you,” he said in regards to a return of the gift. “Nevertheless, I’m both English and Japanese, and I’m afraid that the two do not cancel each other out, much as I wish they did. Thus, I will be sending you something via post, so you may look forward to it. There’s clearly no other alternative; it’s the way it has to be." 

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Two is Too Much

ft-dc-fan:

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“I thought about buying a black tie for him. They really suit him.” She kneeled down and looked for a black tie. “Hm.. I don’t see any black tis here. Do you see any, Hakuba-kun?”, she asked the detective behind her.

Hakuba continued to rub the tie between his fingers as he turned his attention back to the racks, working his way through the colors to reach up to a set of black ties higher up. “There are some here,” he said, and read over the labels to find one of higher quality. Once he found one of a suitable thread count and length, he pulled it from the hook and offered it to her. “Here… he may like this if it’s within your price range. The width of it is just right for the windsor knots he usually wears." 

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The Neighborhood Watch

haunted-haibara:

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“I’m pretty sure he comes home, but that’s usually early in the morning. So I’m pretty sure your luck is fine.”  A small shrug. She could feel her vision blurring slightly, ‘I forgot to wear my contacts..’ . Sighing she rubs her eyes and blinks a few times, after assuring her vision is fine she takes another look at the detective. She unknowingly raises an eyebrow seeing as the other looked strangely familiar,she just couldn’t seem to put her finger on it. 

“Anyways, would you like some tea?”

“Mornings?” Hakuba asked, making a mental note, then took out a little black notebook and pen to write it down, just in case. “Early morning. I’ll have to check back, then.” The invitation was not dismissed, though, and he smiled down at the girl with a pleasant nod. “Tea would be wonderful, though, if it’s not too intrusive. Is Agasa-Hakase home, as well? I haven’t spoken to him in quite a while…" 

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Bloody Moriarty

thelotusflowerfiles:

Shinichi ignored the impulse to take the others bag and walked normally to the door. He did hold it open for Twig and her owner because she need it not Hakuba. So he told himself. He barely got out of the way from them before he was bear hugged into Jon’s ham like arms and barrel chest. Squirming he used his free arm to push against the other and fussed at him in English.

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 “Jon! Inappropriate! You have to let go!” He shouted.

“You still are so short, my friend! Like a girl.” The man teased and grunted when Shinichi’s fist plowed into his diaphragm. He staggered back and rubbed the sore spot. “Just as feisty too.”

Shinichi glared at him.

The entire exchange caught the half-brit completely off-guard. Hakuba stumbled back two steps and out of the way, backing into the outer wall of the cafe while Twig tugged at the leash to lead him to a safer spot. The man – John? – intimidated him, he couldn’t deny that at all, but he held back the sudden anxiety with a look of bemused confusion. 

“Ah…” he began in Japanese, speaking to Shinichi once he was free. “Is this your friend, then?” he asked, glancing to the man after with a polite smile. Was he supposed to be addressed in English? Should he offer a handshake?

What if Jon took his arm and yanked him over, crushing his spine and leaving him paralyzed all over again? It seemed a very possible outcome, so he stayed where he was, hoping Shinichi would explain the proper procedure for him.

Twig, for her part, pressed against Hakuba’s leg to keep him where he was, large ears angled at the new human while she sniffed in his direction to determine if he was safe. Boisterous, she thought, but not evil… He might be okay…