Orpheus

Engraved in my bosom is the first impact, fast soul beat. 
As the streets sway in the stillness, where’s the angels’ song going? 
At the end of my wandering road, I’m just feeling, just missing. 
Right now, what wish are you making?

Sing your song. Even when we’re apart we can understand. 
Hear my wind. There is only one sky that connects us two.

The brand-new sky is limitless. 
Because we are not alone, 
your love song, although far away, will beat its wings. 
Let’s believe in our shiny days. 
It’s our absolute “Love’s Heart chain”.

We’ll have an innocent dream. Feel me, touch me. 
My heartbeat is the future.

Yes, into the world that’s waiting for the dawn… 
resound, Orpheus heart!

Even if that’s a sin. Believe my pain. Believe your voice 
I don’t care; I still want to embrace your hidden tears. 
The God is very fickle. Shakin’ minds, shakin’ love. 
What are you trying to try out?

Sing my song. My thoughts will not dissipate. 
No more cry. Scorch the seething present moment.

If, for example, the cloudy sky becomes watery, 
and your heart is weeping as well, 
then with my sun-like love, let me shine everything. 
Your scar, already filled with tenderness, 
please let me close it up with a kiss.

We’ll make the future’s world. Feel me, touch me. 
Is it reaching you? Can you hear it?

Sing our song. Get over your tears, 
make [them] your wing, and aim for our sky.

The brand-new sky is limitless. 
Because we are not alone, 
your love song, although far away, will beat its wings. 
Let’s believe in our shiny days. 
It’s our absolute “Love’s Heart chain”.

We’ll have an innocent dream. Feel me, touch me. 
My heartbeat is the future.

Yes, into the world that’s waiting for the dawn… 
resound, Orpheus heart!

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

International Adversaries || worldsgreatestthieves

It was frustrating to work so hard, for so long, to still have the majority of his work with the police be relegated to the third division – theft. Hakuba wanted to be with the first, as homicide cases always offered something far more interesting than the greed and shortsightedness of most thieves. But, no. He was good at solving cases involving theft of all sorts, and his antics chasing Kaitou Kid had left a permanent scar on his curriculum vitae – he’d been type cast, and no amount of resolved murders would ever let him get past it.

This was why the young detective was hesitant when one of his contacts sent him a lead on the one and only Lupin; a thief far more menacing and experienced than Kaitou Kid. Not because it was a challenge, but because it would cement his fate with absolute certainty should he succeed. Was any accolade worth separating himself from where his interests truly lay? He doubted it, but took the lead, anyway.

After all, what kind of detective would he be if he just chose to ignore an international criminal simply because he was a thief? 

So he leaned against a column in the museum’s lobby, sipping coffee that had far too much sugar and cream to be healthy, and waited. How his contact had come across the information, he’d never know, but in theory, Lupin’s associates had been seen investigating an embezzlement coverup using imported artifacts, which meant that there was quite a bit of difficult-to-trace capital just waiting to be stolen. 

Yet it was all speculation. Would Lupin be coming? And, if so, were the alleged artifacts even the target? Was he just wasting his time?

It was a very high possibility. But at least he had his coffee. 

Oh but it’s true. Do you want to know how he begged for it? How much he said he wanted it? How he laid down and took all of it like an obedient pet? That he screamed and sobbed like a little brat because he bit off more than he could chew.

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It wasn’t the first time that he’d heard of the incident… but while he originally dismissed it, further research proved far more troubling than he’d anticipated. Hakuba pulled out his mobile to send a text while he scrolled through the forums, brows furrowed. Dread and horror filled him slowly, ache like the gnawing cold of rising flood water. 

[text] Just checking in. Hullo!

He’d seen Kaito just recently, hadn’t he? Or spoken to him, at the very least. Really, the detective had been so busy since returning from his trip to London that the past week and a half had been little more than a blur. Still, though, this sort of thing didn’t happen to Kaitou Kid. It just didn’t. …did they?

[text] Would you like to do something later?

Hakuba stretched, leaning back in his chair as the information sunk in. From the video clips that had been posted, it was a simple enough task to determine the approximate location of the scandal, but even with that, it was difficult to ascertain if any of it was legitimate or not. Sex tapes and snuff films were popular among a particular crowd, and many adopted celebrity or character personas to draw in a larger audience. It was a disgusting practice, but unfortunately one of the things that a detective had to deal with from time to time. 

[text] Are you still asleep~?

As the seconds ticked by – which Hakuba verified via pocket watch – his anxiety deepened. To act or not? If it really was his Kuroba Kaito, he needed to be there immediately. If it wasn’t, did he risk revealing that he had a particular and personal interest in the thief’s wellbeing? While it was true that he hadn’t made the claim that they were enemies recently, and he was one of the forefront members of the Kaitou Kid task force, there was easily cause for concern that he could become emotionally compromised without due cause, betraying his secret. Both of their secrets. 

[text] Kuroba, I really need to know that you’re all right

What to do? He’d need to proceed with caution, regardless. Sighing, he set to work drafting a reply to one of the forum threads. 

leprofessorholmes posted:

Has anyone been able to confirm this yet? Or, more importantly, has anyone reported the incident to the authorities? 

That was all that he really felt he could discuss openly on the matter; it all upset him too much. Kuroba or not, those who took photos, recorded video, or stared instead of immediately informing the police were nothing but cruel abusers, themselves. And, had it been staged, it was at the very least a matter of public indecency. How did this sort of thing happen? So many had died simply because the available people had chosen to be spectators instead of heroes. He knew that all too well. Paparazzi was such a dirty word. 

…and why the personal messages? A trap, perhaps. After all, Hakuba had made many enemies in his profession, so it wasn’t completely unlikely. He picked up his phone again, this time attempting to call his classmate, but was met with voicemail. After a brief ‘please get back to me as soon as possible,’ he hung up and began dialing the station to see if there had been any reports made.

But before he could hit the ‘call’ button, another call came in.

“Hakuba Saguru speaking.”

“Hakuba. Where are you right now?”

“Conan-kun?” Hakuba frowned, surprised at the tone and aggressiveness with which the normally sweet boy addressed him. “I’m at my father’s estate in Ekoda. What can I do for you?”

“How fast can you get to Akihabara?”

The blond closed his eyes, taking in a breath while he calculated, again, the ETA for travel time. “Approximately twenty six minutes, though I may be able to shave it to seventeen and a half, dependant on traffic and parking. Why do you ask?” Though he already knew.

You’re the so-called expert on Kaitou Kid. I’m calling you in.”

That was all the confirmation that Hakuba needed, and was out the door and jogging down the hall in an instant. 

“Understood. I’m on my way.”

Child character your muse would have and crossover ships you have with your muse!

♗ :Child!Character my muse would adopt.

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If Conan counts, Hakuba would snatch him up in a heartbeat. He’s often thought that the boy would make an exceptional protege. BUT, since Conan isn’t really a six year-old little boy, let’s go with Mitsuhiko. Hakuba would foster his intellect and interests, and do whatever he could to help with his career. I bet they’d get along really well, too. Hakuba loves children. He’d probably do well with anyone, really.

☩:Crossover Ship with my muse.

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Oh, gosh. Well, there’s the seductive thief, Jeanne ( kaitouxjeanne ), exceptionally close friend Kyoya ( host-kyoya ), ‘beauty detective’ Kirigiri ( detectivephiliac ), and of course, BBC Sherlock Holmes himself ( wewillstartwiththeridingcrop

…it’s really so easy to ship Hakuba with just about anyone, though. What has become of my life?

moonlightmajutsushi:

"…Is it perhaps because you enjoy the idea of there being TWO of your favorite detective, my dear Kaitou-san~?”

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“Hmm… I won’t deny that thought may have crossed my mind… But just imagine what would happen if all the Kaitous were in one place as well. Doesn’t that just sound like it would be fun, tantei-san.~”

”…all of the Kaitous in… … one… .. place?“

CLOSED RP || A Surprise Guest

daughterofthesleuth:

It had been an unproductive day at the Mouri Detective agency. Well, it had been so for Mouri Kogoro, at least. Ran had been cleaning up after her Father as he had been busy, glued to his TV set watching a marathon of Yoko. He’d already kicked back four beers and his ashtray was a disaster area. Ran wrinkled her nose at the man, wanting nothing more than to have him grow up and clean up after himself. She doubted that would happen anytime soon. After she had become a young woman, she had become more than just his daughter, taking on the roles of maid, cook and babysitter…of him. She sometimes wondered how he even functioned properly when she was at school. Still, she loved him and he had been there for her, even to the point of doing his best to keep her safe. So, she couldn’t fault him on ever being a bad Father. He was just immature in a sense of the word. 

He raised his fifth can of beer in a cheering salute to the spectacle before his eyes, vivid on the television screen. Ran secretly hoped that no one would make an appearance for a case with him in this condition, but he had been known to sober very fast when murder was in the air. Still, she shook her head and just dumped the discarded cigarette butts into the trash bin. 

As if on cue and to her surprise, there was suddenly a knock at the door. She didn’t know if her Father noticed it or not, so she went to answer it herself. She straightened up and slowly turned the knob, pulling the door open. 

“Good afternoon, Mouri-chan,” the young man on the other side of the door said, voice warm and pleasant with plenty of energy. Hakuba Saguru, young foreign detective, offered a customary and polite bow to the the young woman, then straightened up to put on what he believed to be his most charming smile.

He’d always liked the Mouri girl – she was polite, intelligent, and sweet, and had always made such a good impression on him. Interacting with her, therefore, always made the otherwise unpleasant task of tracking down Mouri Kogoro somewhat bearable. 

Speaking of…

“I was wondering if the detective was in. Megure-keibu’s sent me with requested casefiles for one of his clients. Any chance…?”

He asked, though quite honestly, he’d heard the man from street level just before jogging up the steps. Mouri-san was loud, boisterous, lazy, and above all, a pain to work with in any capacity. Nevertheless, Hakuba saw no reason to be unnecessarily rude, particularly when even he had to admit that he did not know Kogoro as well as he ought. 

He hoped, for Ran’s sake, that her father had hidden redeeming qualities, at least…