So, Whitechapel. Obvious JtR reference? Also, Baron. :D You sure it was a good idea to take up that particular headcanon that you may or may not have even written about yet on this blog~?

White Chapel – yes, this was in reference to Jack the Ripper. The private religious academy that my Hakuba attends as a child in the backstory that I totally made up is (ficticiously) located in the Whitechapel District in London, England… and home to the infamous Whitechapel Murders. Where better to put a horrific past full of abuse and pain? 

It’s really unfortunate, but something that really was/is common in that kind of school. The priests that do the abuse know just what to say to make the kids feel so guilty that the never expose the truth, allowing them to continue preying on them. Sometimes they’ll go for years before anyone hears about it… and even then, a lot of the churches just shuffle the priests around to different schools instead of excommunicating them or whatever. 

Ugh, such a depressing topic… but one that I wanted to include in his past because it lent really well to my theories for his actions. Also, having a detective who is religious, particularly with the rest who aren’t particularly sounded fun to play with. It sets him apart, which is what he should be, given the difference in his cultural background.

Baron – OMG. Yes, it was a good idea, just soul-crushing. That’s where I’m at in the 7 Sins of White Chapel story. The point in the story where some hope is restored to the young Saguru and then we get  the villain with a literal ‘kick the dog’ moment and all hope is lost. 

I will, eventually, finish the story… I just really don’t want to write about poor Baron being beaten to death with screaming 9 year-old Saguru helpless to do anything about it… 

Pride and Obligation

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He pouted and tilted his head to the side. “Maybe but doesn’t alcohol bring out the truth?” 

He leaned over with Hakuba and poked the detective in the cheek. “Cute … you’re blushing.”

“It… it has been said that there is truth in wine,” Hakuba admitted, blinking at how close Kaito had gotten. Then, clearing his throat, he put on a pouting frown and blushed harder. “I… I am not. Now go on, get on the couch, get some rest; you must be exhausted." 

Waiting Pleasantries

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   ”Yer a detective?” She brought her bare hands up to her face and blew into them hotly, the tips of her fingers curling into her palms. She didn’t hate the cold, but she didn’t appreciate it when it nipped at the parts of her that she had forgotten to cover.

   ”Madison Grey,” she cast a small smile over the tops of her hands, “It’s nice t’ meet’cha. M’sorry for approachin’ ya the way I did, but I ain’t used t’ th’ area.”

“Yes, I am… and really, it’s not a problem at all, Miss Grey.” Hakuba laughed, a sort of soft, rolling sound. “The bus schedules can be quite tricky to manage in a city like this; it’s easy to get turned around. I’m just pleased that I had the opportunity to help you in some way.”

Always trying to be the charmer, the tall blond quirked his smile so that it slanted crookedly on his face, showing just a little bit of teeth. “Do you mind if I get terribly nosy and ask where you’re headed? I have such a difficult time with my curiosity, being who I am and all." 

Pride and Obligation

smokebombsandmirrors:

Kaito gave him a measured look before limping back to the couch. “Yes he is. Don’t worry he’ll come around.” 

Leaning slightly towards him he also whispered. “I’d suggest bring sunflower seeds next time.”

The thief straightened, stretched his arms high over his head, and yawned. He was done for the night and couldn’t wait to curl up under the blanket Hakuba had brought down.

“You have always been precious to me. I have really liked you for a long time.” He grinned and blushed slightly looking up at him.

Sunflower seeds, right. Hakuba made a mental note of that, then smirked as he watched Kaito stretch. The action distracted his tired mind so much that he nearly missed the little confession, though the blush caught his attention just in time to backtrack and – “Wh-what?”

Stumbling in place, he dropped the blanket to the floor and shook his head, trying to make sense of it. But no, Kaito had said that he liked him. Really liked him. That he was precious to him. What? 

“I… You have?” he asked, tilting his head to one side, cautious. “Is this just the alcohol talking, Kuroba-kun? You should really lie down…” He bent over to pick up the blanket, trying to hide the blush on his own face.

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Hikari No Sasu Basho

For how long have I been sleeping 
In the gap of this endless darkness? 
Wandering aimlessly in my closing off heart 
I can hear a nostalgic voice  calling from far away 
Riding on the arid wind

From somewhere far in the distance  reverberates a prayer 
In order to see tomorrow

How much farther do I have to walk 
On this endless road  before I can reach the place where the light shines?

Envisioning a lasting dream

Entrusting my thoughts  in the letters carved in red 
Weaving our destinies together

How much farther do I have to walk to reach it? 
Planting my feet firmly  on the marvelous earth 
On this endless road  toward the place where the light shines someday

((Sung by Mamoru Miyano. English lyrics from animelyrics.com.))