(( sleepm eds kicked and so i ma going be gobed without drawfing any replies. so sorry . hopefulyl will be alert tmoorrow and will draw so many things for yiu no i meant writing the things. the rplise. tomororw.
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( It was a good doctor appointment, btw. She wants me to focus on forcing myself to eat and sleep enough, and is increasing my meds. Very productive and helpful! Hakuba and I have a lot of the same anxiety issues… go figure. )
( At the doctor’s office, waiting waiting waiting. Hakuba is telling me that he knows some of his clients actually counter-bill doctors for wasting their time by not being ready for the appointment. He keeps looking at his watch. >:( LOL )
Shiori squawked again and took flight towards Kaito who was the bottom of the stairs. As the bird landed on his shoulder he began chirping and talking to the magician. Kaito laughed.
“Shiori, Hakuba is someone precious, please be nice to him.”
There was a short chirp as if saying ‘but’.
“I’m sorry he messed with your nest but I can’t go up stairs.” Kaito replied and stroked the dove’s back tenderly. Shiroi cooed softly and nestled up on to the back of the couch.
Kaito sighed and looked up to the the detective.
Hakuba took the stairs carefully, even after the bird had left, smirking. “I’m precious now?” he asked, letting his amusement show in lieu of how sweet he thought that was. “He needn’t worry; I’ll replace the pillows in the morning if he likes. It must be nice having such splendid company, really… good guard dove, that one.”
He walked straightway to the couch, setting up the pillows, looking back at Kaito with a smile.
Ah, the shopping district of Shibuya – the perfect place for some retail therapy. Hakuba, the prestigious and famous foreign high school detective, left his car in the parking garage and stepped into the large mall with a deep, happy sigh. It was the weekend, he’d finished all of his homework, his case files, and his chores, and there was nothing else left to get between himself and a brand new tie.
Or so he thinks…
This is the stupidest idea he has e v e r had. Hemophiliac flying down the road on a bicycle way too tall for him please step aside.
“L-look out!!”
Basil tries to brake to avoid hitting the stranger but the bike fails him, only managing to lessen the blow slightly as he closes his eyes and squeaks in anticipation.
It was not a pleasant way to finish up the morning’s work. Hakuba had just set his briefcase in the trunk of the car and stepped around to make his way to the driver’s seat when the warning call reached him. He looked up, blinking, only heartbeats before impact. The detective was thrown one way, dashed half against concrete, half against asphalt, and left dazed and tumbled.
And the other… Hakuba grimaced, groaning out a sign that he was still alive, looking for the bike and its rider, though most of what he saw was the dirty underside of his car just a foot away. Strangely, he couldn’t seem pick himself up to continue his search. Was he… pinned?
The dove nipped at the offending finger and walked back and forth on the pillow squawking and screeching ever slightly louder.
The detective rolled his eyes, shifting his hand back out of the way underneath the pile to carry it, and the bird, from the room and to the stairs. “Well, then, you’ll be a spoiled prince upon a velvet pillow, carried by a loyal servant to the king, now, won’t you~?” Hakuba asked, teasing the dove. “Don’t fall off, now.”
“Yeah, it’s me.” Hattori placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. “‘m gunna ge’ ya outta here.“ Hattori looked around the room before returning his Katana to it’s sheath. It was clear that Hakuba wasn’t going to be able to walk, not like this. He was going to have to carry him out of here, which meant he wouldn’t be able to have his katana in his hand if someone showed up.
He was going to have to be sneaky.
“‘m gunna lif’ ya up an’ carry ya, okay? It’s gunna hur’ bu’ please bear with it.” Hattori’s voice was soft and quiet and attempted to be soothing, though he was unsure if that was working. He slid his arms underneath Hakuba in two places, one under his knees, the other under his back. He counted to three in his head before slowly lifting him up, trying to make this as painless as possible.
Hurt was an understatement. As Hattori pulled Hakuba into his arms, a cry escaped him, cut off with a sort of growl in his throat as he tried to silence it. At least he could comprehend the need for quiet, teeth clenched hard under quivering lips. The whine in the back of his throat that followed was one of tortured agony.
He hated looking this weak in front of Hattori; hated feeling this weak, but he had no choice. Muscles stiff and aching, he couldn’t even find the strength to do his part and hold onto the Osakan… he was utterly helpless, eyes clenched tight against the burning tears that gathered.
Just making it out of the complex and to somewhere safe would be challenge enough as he was already feeling his consciousness slip under the heat of pain… but there was far worse between the detective pair and the any potential haven.
Shiori fluttered rapidly before floating down to Hakuba squawking. Landing on the pillows he nibbled at the cloth then went for the fingers. Squawking loudly again the small bird gave him it version of a glare.
Hakuba halted in his step to let the bird posture, raising a brow at its antics. “Well, now, aren’t you territorial? And, god, so very cute.” He chuckled, shaking his head as he carefully shifted the blankets and pillows to free a hand, which he brought to Shiori, finger out like a perch. “Will you step up for me?”
The perfect way to describe walking into Kaito’s bedroom was: organized chaos. An old desk was shoved into the right corner and was covered in files, research books, a sleek black desktop, a thin silver laptop, jars filled with gears, tiny screws, tiny rods and other miscellaneous hard wear, tools, gloves, decks of cards of different types, styles and sizes, and the occasional piece of jewlery.
Next to the desk was the bed or what was supposed to be a bed it was more like a mound of pillow and blankets that was pushed up against under the open window. At the foot of the bed was an open burgundy trunk filled with props, more files, books, more gloves, more tools. A tall full length mirror was shoved into the corner behind crates and boxes. A dresser and tall standing floor lamp was pushed up against the left wall by the door. Posters and picture littered the walls in a strange collage of his favorite bands and his life.
A full portrait of Kuroba Toichi marked the only thing on the left wall.
Shiori chirped loudly from the ceiling fan and watched Hakuba intently.
It was fascinating. Every inch Kuroba Kaito. Hakuba wanted to take his time exploring it, touching and studying, really learning who Kaito was… but it was becoming very late. He glanced at his pocket watch, then wrist watch, and gave a small moan. It was almost five in the morning; no wonder he was so exhausted.
He went to the blanket nest and pulled two pillows from the pile, along with a larger blanket near the top, dragging it backward to get it out from the tangled mess. The bird call got his attention, though, and Hakuba glanced up to offer a nod in greeting. “Hullo, there… don’t mind me; just borrowing some beddage for your master.”
Gathering it all up in his arms, he made his way back toward the hallway, hoping that Shiori wasn’t as pillow hungry as he’d been led to believe…
