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Pride and Obligation

smokebombsandmirrors:

Kaito did receive the text and it was far earlier than Hakuba would expect. He could feel it vibrate in the inside pocket of his jacket over his heart. The night’s air was cold and he was starting to sweat. He glance down at his thigh and cursed. Snake’s henchman had caught him good this time, far better than any other. He also remember the way the man arms wrapped around his chest. Shuddering he can to the conclusion that this uniform just needed to be burned.

On a different note one person he thought he saw was Hakuba.  The car was familiar and so was the blonde half draped over it but Hakuba should be in England. He WAS in the UK right? Kaito felt his gut drop and slowly landed onto the roof of his own home. A small notched marked where the hatch opened at. Carefully he lifted the small circular and drop down inside the lair, into the warmth.

He had been seeing things. Things that he wanted to be true. His uniform was removed and thrown into the large metal trash can that sat near the work table. He hissed when he began peeling away the kevlar suit and vest and nearly cried when the material pulled at the wound. Once off he left the suit and vest there and locked up the secret room. Limping around his bed room  with his phone in between his teeth he pulled on a pair of underwear and a much too big shirt and carefully made his way to the bathroom for the first aid kit, then down stairs for the Whiskey.

Once through the gate of his father’s property, Hakuba pulled out his phone to check for messages, and tossed it into the passenger seat when he found none. He went round to the back of the house and down into the underground parking area, which was more like a showroom for his father’s collection of expensive cars, and pulled into his marked area with yet another sigh. What a pointless waste of time that had been. 

He stretched, grabbed the mobile, and slipped out of the car with nothing more than a yawn for commentary. If he’d been in London, there would have been an attendant waiting for him, but the home in Ekoda only employed three others beside Baaya, and none of them would be in at this hour. 

Hakuba made his way through the silent house, footfalls padding on the marble flooring til he came to his bedroom, unlocking the door with the quiet jingle of his keys. It wouldn’t be enough to wake Baaya, he knew, but he didn’t want to take any risks.

The suit jacket came off the moment he stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him, and draped it over the plush recliner. The bottle of wine was still there, mostly untouched, and he poured himself a new glass before walking to the bath, loosening the knot in his tie along the way. Such a miserable night… 

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meitantei-cowlick:

There was a startled noise, as quiet as he could manage, at the feel of Hakuba pulling him closer. He hadn’t been expecting this at all and his eyes were wide and staring in the dark. At least it was done in the blonde’s sleep, so the chance of it being done on purpose was slim to none. Not that it would be a problem had it actually been done on purpose, but it seemed less embarrassing for it to be simply done in his sleep.

He’d finally come to terms with the action, accepting that he needed the warmth and that it would be rude to pull away, and started to relax some. A soft sigh left him and his eyes closed just a moment before Hakuba nuzzled his shoulder and he stiffened again at the action. At the shiver, though, he relaxed just enough to try and hold him a little closer. 

He was torn between being embarrassed at their proximity (and the nice nuzzling) and worried because Hakuba was still cold. He doubted, at this rate, he’d get much sleep tonight.

Despite the plight of the hapless native detective, Hakuba managed to get fairly comfortable, sleeping through the rest of the night with relative ease. When he woke, he felt stiff and sore from his running around the previous evening, but oddly at ease. It was comfortable to wake up next to someone; this was something that he knew well.

Of course… as those thoughts lingered, he realized that he hadn’t bedded anyone in the course of the evening, and in fact, should be quite alone in the Kudou house. At least, that’s what he’d assumed – Kudou would find him in his bed and elect to sleep wherever else was appropriate. So who, then, did he have his arms wrapped around? 

Hakuba slowly opened his eyes, blinking at the soft morning light, which was crowded still in the lull of the storm. Lifting his head, he saw the face of his idol, his colleague, and- dare he be so presumptuous  -his friend. Still fully clothed, thank god, and also, apparently, asleep. He could only imagine the other’s mortification at having been clung to by a naked associate, who shouldn’t have been in his bed in the first place, and couldn’t help but grimace. What a faux pas for him to have made!

Carefully, the blond began to extract himself. Although nothing would have made him happier than to stay right there in the warmth with someone he admired, listening to the gentle rain on the rooftop, he knew that it was grossly inappropriate… and that the feeling probably wasn’t reciprocated. He’d have to be careful if he were to escape and get dressed without being noticed, but if there was one thing he was very good at, it was creeping out of bed without waking anyone up.

Though, he usually didn’t have to stop to cough, which he did then, sitting at the side of the bed, hand over his mouth. Ugh… no… the chill had left a rattle in his lungs. Blushing, Hakuba glanced back over his shoulder to see if Shinichi had managed to stay asleep, fingers crossed on the hand that braced him against the bed. 

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INFJ strengths

myersandbriggs:

The INFJ is honest and trustworthy, exuding integrity and sensitivity, and have a single-mindedness which will see them plan, organise and work tirelessly to achieve their goals. In this lofty pursuit they may be difficult to deflect from their chosen course of action, not as with the ESTJ from a desire to ‘get it done,’ but from the standpoint of ‘it’ being a worthwhile cause and having been arrived at by tortuous deliberation, therefore it must be right and the INFJ will always do what is right. As their focus is so much on ‘the bigger picture,’ and their primary drivers their values and the desire to ‘do good,’ sometimes the INFJ will find that reality or factual details get in the way of their lofty ideals, their serious schemes and their dreams of a better tomorrow. ‘Facts’ which do not support their ideas or which get in the way of the grand scheme may be ignored in their aspirational desire to reach Nirvana. INFJs value harmony and authenticity and they will bring an incredible work ethic and duty of care to anything they perceive as worthwhile and they will be unlikely to work on any project they felt was not worthwhile. They combine an idealism with a structured approach and tireless work and thus can effect real, lasting, change in the organisations they work in. The INFJ may not be the most easy to know but they will want to support and nurture others.

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Footnotes – Dorian Gray

From this post: 

“…are you simply content to remain as a mere portrait on Mr. Dorian’s wall~?”

‘The Picture of Dorian Gray’ is a novel from 1891 in which a young gentleman has his portrait painted by an artist, and is so in love with his own handsomeness that he sells his soul to remain young and attractive forever… embarking on a life of hedonism. But as he gives in to his vices, the portrait in his home reflects who he truly is… aging, twisting, becoming nothing more than a disgusting and corrupted version of himself.

By Hakubby calling Cleanba ‘the portrait on Mr. Dorian’s Wall,’ he’s saying that Cleanba must be a miserable person bearing the scars of sin without having experienced life at all.

…of course, in doing so, he’s admitting that he, himself, is far too addicted to his own vices.

Perhaps more interesting, it seems that Hakubby is so thoroughly invested in his hedonistic lifestyle that he is intent on corrupting his counterpart. Is it because he truly believes that Cleanba would benefit from experiencing more of life? Or is he envious of his other self for not being tainted with sin, unlike himself?

Hmmm~! 

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britishhsdetectivehakuba:

The other seemed to have ignored the fact that he had state he found kissing disgusting, as he first started of on a tirade about how any Hakuba Saguru’s ‘must know how to kiss’ and then about kissing itself. He could feel his patience slowly eroding with each word the other spoke. It wasn’t that he didn’t know about kissing, he just didn’t kiss people, the exchanging of saliva, the skin contact? It made him feel ill. He had no desire to do it with anyone.

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And honestly he didn’t care if it was’t an ‘actual kiss’, he did what he was told to do, and that was it. He had done nothing wrong, what so ever, and the others mocking and haughty tone had pushed him far enough to make anger bubble over in his chest, though his kept his face neutral enough, and his voice calm and collected.

“If you are quite done with yourself.” Hakuba crossed his arms. “I did state before that I found kissing disgusting, but instead you chose to ignore that in favor of hearing yourself talk.” Hakuba examined a nail. “I have no desire what so ever to learn about these ‘real kisses’, I am well aware what kissing entails and the different kinds of kisses there are. I choose not to take part in any type of them.

"If you would take a step off your high horse for a moment, I will explain to you the reasoning behind it that you have chosen to ignore in favor of your soapbox.” Hakuba adjusts his suit. “I myself have mysophobia, it is the fear of contamination and being dirty. I despise skin to skin contact and don’t let people hug me, let alone press agree to the exchange of skin and saliva.” He shuddered at the though and lifted his gaze towards the other.

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“Further more, there has been no ‘crime committed’. Therefore I have no reason to make amends. I was only doing what I was forced to do, and have no desire to do it again. Least of all with my other self who seems to like nothing more then to make others feel utterly horrid.” Hmpfh. 

“Ah, what a perfectly proud pair of pretentious prats we are!” Hakuba exclaimed, laughing with a touch of madness in his glee – he had a certain weakness for alliteration, particularly when it was insulting. “Yes, I’ve already deduced your crippling phobia, and feel all the more piteous for you that you should let it be a crutch with which to excuse yourself from experiencing all that God has granted us in this life." 

Hakuba shrugged, no less composed or pleased with himself for having gotten under his counterpart’s itching skin so thoroughly. 

"That said… it does seem that you have a particular interest in my sharp wit; indeed, my greatest weapons are my words, and many have said that I am, myself, silver-tongued. But it is not only words with which my tongue is quite talented; are you interested in investigating that, or are you simply content to remain as a mere portrait on Mr. Dorian’s wall~?”