“No…?”
The Interim
Now this was a change and a confusing one. Kaito shift on the balls of his feet to his heels, a sign of relaxation in his book. His curiosity was piqued but he was also conflicted. His self protection as KID and the longing for a person to simple be near, even if it was Hakuba, were waging war. Slipping his hands out of his pockets he rested one on the door lightly then looked back to the man. He wonder if Hakuba knew how apparent his thoughts and feelings were at the moment.
Shifting to the side he held the door open and offered a pass inside. “We’ll talk inside.”
Of all of the responses that he’d considered for Kuroba to give, that was near the bottom of the list. At least, of the responses that made any sort of logical sense whatsoever. Hakuba blinked, confused, and it took a few seconds for it to process before he nodded.
“Oh! If that’s really all right, Kuroba-kun…” That was a politeness convention of Japanese culture, for certain. All the same, he managed a bow and took the opportunity to step inside, shock and awe readily apparent on his face. He laughed in spite of himself, shaking his head. “God, I never expected you to…”
He cut himself off abruptly, grimacing. Bad slip.
“Ah… Shoes off here…?"
(shush I knew it would be, just shinichi felt sad no one had used his name yet. » /debates on if he should actually react to this lol )
(There is nodding going on, but Hakuba is so embarrassed now. LOL. These two…)
Shinichi Kudo
“Yes.”
The Interim
A soft laugh escaped the master thief then morphed into something a bit stronger. It wasn’t blusterous; it wasn’t even loud but it did make Kaito’s sides hurt from the strain. Struggling to right himself he straightened and took a deep breath.
“I’m doing fine. I’ve picked up a part time job and sent in some applications and got a few replies.” He said quietly and watched the sky.
It was a strange sort of calm for him. A weird, very weird feeling seemed to shift and settled in him. Looking back to his former classmate he moved his hands away from the door to his hoodie’s pockets.
“I wasn’t expecting you to ever swing by here. Except with another claim that I’m KID. So why are you here, Hakuba?”
Of course Kaito would immediately assume… why wouldn’t he?! God, accuse a person for the same crime half a dozen times and suddenly that’s all that ever seems to stick.
“It wasn’t to accuse you of anything, Kuroba-kun, if that’s what you’re insinuating…” Hakuba said, immediately on the defensive, though he halted the worst of it quickly. “Ah, no, I… I actually wanted to talk. If you had time. I…” He sighed. “What I mean to say is…” There were plenty of things that he could list – he was lonely, he needed a friend, he missed him, he wanted to find out how the whole stealing precious stones thing was going…
In the end, what he decided was a quiet and apologetic request.
“…I need some advice."
which det. conan death is your favorite so far?
There’s alota good ones, but this one always comes to mind
A Fun Mystery for All Ages!
The very first one was also quite novel
I always thought it was really funny how they censored it in the anime, where it just looks like a beam of light is coming from his head XD
The Interim
A neatly groomed eyebrow winged up at the detective’s flustered speech and complete out of character nerves. Awkward smile. He thought then opened the door a bit wider to get a good swing shut in case he had to bolt. “Huh?"
That… wasn’t quite the response he’d been expecting. What was the protocol for that sort of thing in Japanese culture? Smile fading, Hakuba strained to remember, desperately recalling what he’d learned from textbooks and Baaya, but returned no results. Perhaps he needed to restate the question in way that was more direct? That felt wrong, somehow, for both Japanese and British culture, but he really couldn’t think of anything else.
"We graduated fifteen days ago, Kuroba-kun… I wanted to see how you were holding up without your classmates to tease. Are… things going well for you?"
It wasn’t the real reason he came, but he was genuinely interested in Kaito’s well-being.
The Interim
The minute the knock resound Kaito was cursing. After catching the soldering iron to an already scarred part of his index finger he want to throw his half finished glider towards the offending sound. Climbing off the stool he worked his way through the metal pipes and white sail cloth towards the large framed photo that acted like a door. Dark grey sweat pants hung low on his hips as he snagged a white tee shirt and red zip up hoodie.
Half hoping who ever had dropped by had left in the time he got down stairs he opened the door smoothly and looked out.
“Hakuba?!” He exclaimed.
There he was, Kuroba Kaito in all of his… casual glory. Hakuba tilted his head just a few degrees to the left, looking him over with a vague sort of expression of disbelief. He caught himself in a heartbeat, though, and shook his head to set things right again, forcing a wincing smile in an attempt to be pleasant.
“Ah, Kuroba-kun! I’m… sorry for interrupting your day. I… was wondering if… well, wait, let me start again.” Hakuba cleared his throat with a tiny, awkward cough, and forced his smile to be just a little bit wider. “What I meant to say was… It’s been a while, Kuroba-kun; how’ve you been?”
The Interim || smokebombsandmirrors
Why was he doing this…?
It’d been two weeks since he’d graduated from Ekoda high, finishing his GED at not quite but NEARLY at the top of his class. Two weeks since he’d seen the so-called friends (they were more like acquaintances, really) in class. No one had contacted him since, but he’d never expected them to.
Really, since leaving school, things had never been quite so lonely, and it upset him. He had no one at home, no friends, and not having the grueling Japanese school schedule left him with far too much free time to be happy or healthy. Especially with so many decisions to make.
And time was running out.
That was why he stood in front of Kuroba Kaito’s house that afternoon, nervously fumbling with his keys before trading them for the pocket watch. Hakuba glanced at it, then at his wrist watch, then the door, then his pocket watch again before snapping it closed and slipping it back into his pocket once more. He could do this. He was Hakuba Saguru, after all; famous international detective. Young prodigy. A genius. Wasn’t he?
Regardless of their actuality, Hakuba felt like a fool as he knocked on the front door. An imbecile, even. Why this person? Kuroba had more reasons to despise him than most, but he was the only one that he could think of who might be remotely intelligent and honest enough to help him. It wouldn’t end well, he knew that. He wasn’t welcome at the Kuroba’s door, but he waited anyway. Waited and hoped, fidgeting with the collar of his dress shirt.
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“Why the delayed response?” Ai smirked at the detective.
“It’s… just sort of an awkward thing to be admitting to, don’t you think?”