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Hattori didn’t say anything, he had removed his hands from Hakuba, face still towards the ground. He needed to leave, he needed to leave right now. That was what his mind was screaming at him. He abruptly turned away from Hakuba, refusing to look at  the detective.

“Yeah, wha’ever, s’fine.” His words had a harsh tone to them, he didn’t mean for them to be so biting, or maybe he did. Maybe he wanted his words to hurt. “Jus’… nevermind.” And he walked away, well, actually, he ran away, his feet moving him as fast as possible. He even left his motorcycle behind, He just needed to get as far away from Hakuba, as fast as he could.

Hurt they did. More than Hakuba had expected that they might. Each one echoed in his head as he watched the Osakan retreat, digging into the emotional pain like razor-bladed cookie cutters on skin. It took several more moments before he was able to move from his spot, limbs stiff and heavy from the weight that had settled on him. 

Rejection from Hattori was something that he had become somewhat accustomed to; it certainly wasn’t anything unusual, though it stung nonetheless. Was it the surfacing memories of the days when he’d foolishly thought that he could handle a relationship only to find out that it had all been a setup in the first place. He’d been used. 

It all came flooding back to his mind far more quickly than he could adequately deal with at once. Hakuba stepped back against the brick wall of the alley and attempted to clear his thoughts. 

Ah. It was betrayal. Although he felt many things at that moment, betrayal was at the tip-top of the list. There was only one person that Hakuba knew off of the top of his head that could do something like this… that would do something like this, and he wasn’t pleased about it. 

He’d have to deal with Hattori at some point, but for now, he wanted answers. After all, what better way to deal with strong and potentially negative emotions than to bury them down deep, deep under layer upon layer of controlled anger and denial? Seeing Hattori look so wounded only added fuel to the fire. 

How dare she…

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Hakuba was a really good kisser.

Hattori’s mind went in circles again, the poor hamster was starting to run out of energy. For a few moment’s he’d forgotten just why he had been protesting. The feel of Hakuba’s lips against his was nice. Part of him just wanted to close his eyes and let this continue, let what ever was happening just happen. There was no real reason he should be fighting this…

It was when Hakuba pulled back and laced their fingers together that Hattori pulled his arms up, his hands trying to shake free of Hakuba’s as he pushed at his chest, head tilted downwards, not facing the detective.

“Stop.” It was clear and definitive. “Jus’ stop.” He didn’t want this. Not like this, not when his brain had finally remembered the letter, the dove, everything; this was a spell. He pushed a little harder at Hakuba’s shoulders, pushing him farther away from himself and yanking his hands back. “Ya dun really want this, so jus’ stop.”

It was sudden. The physical force that pushed him back was met with no resistance; Hakuba blinked again, eyes widening as he took the figure of Heiji, and his present state, into mind. Fresh perspective on the situation melded with hind-sight, splicing the two arrays of information into one compilation that slowly settled into place.

While his mind worked on sorting that out, the blonde detective was left stunned. Hattori’s words left an impression, and he was just comprehending them when he was pushed again, stumbling back toward the wall. He managed to keep his footing, but found himself simply staring at the other teen, mouth open in surprise. Not gaping, but shocked nonetheless in that reserved, subtle way that he expressed most of his emotions. 

“Ah… Hattori-kun…”  

The spell. He grimaced. That was what the familiar ache was. Hakuba inhaled sharply, then shook his head, struggling, briefly, to maintain his composure. Of course it was a love spell. Just like before… 

“My apologies. I… I clearly haven’t been myself today. I hope I haven’t offended you. Please forgive my… inappropriate conduct. I didn’t mean to… hurt you, Hattori-kun. I’m sorry." 

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Hattori just kind of gaped at Hakuba. He knew that Pardonnez-Moi meant pardon me, and well, that was about it. His mind was running a mile a minuet, trying to understand just what he had been saying. And now, now Hakuba was asking him a question, and… and he just called him Heiji. Hattori’s brain kind of stopped working for a moment there.

“Wha’? Do wha’?” He stuttered out. Maybe, maybe Hakuba was apologizing and saying sorry? Maybe he was asking if he wanted him to stop? “Uh, yeah?” Hattori blinked a few times, wondering if he’d made a mistake.

There was a certain degree of disconnect between the original intent, the interpretation, and the overall understanding of the situation. Yet, none of this seemed to matter to Hakuba, who tilted his head in the other direction, wasting no further time before leaning in to kiss the other detective on the mouth again.

It would be one thing it were a quick and simple kiss, but no. No, this kiss came with another tilt of his head, eyes sliding closed to focus as he pressed, lips moving to caress and tug, Hands moved from his shoulders down to his arms, and only pulled back when his own hands had found Heiji’s. 

He opened his eyes again to gaze longingly into the eyes of the Osakan, then hesitated. For a brief moment, his fingers curled, reflexively lacing them together. 

Wait.. … what is…? 

motorcyclesandkatanas:

That sounded a little more like Hakuba, at least the complaining at him thing. Maybe he’d just been over-thinking things? No, he hadn’t. Hakuba would never have acted the way he had in that restaurant. This was not the Hakuba he knew and loved, or um, yeah… right.

“Ya jus’ kissed me in a restaurant full of people!” Hattori countered. “Wha’ ‘bout yere dad, yere reputation, wha’ if tha’ gets around?” Hattori ran a hand through his hair, staring at Hakuba, trying to gauge if he was making any sense. “Can ya forget ‘bout yere suit fer one secon-”

“Why are ya starin’ at me like tha’…”

“Why?” Hakuba repeated the question, head tilting at an angle to elongate his neck as he approached, one step, then another, bringing him quite close to the other detective.

“I’m simply fascinated by you. Listening to you, being concerned about my reputation and the relationship between myself and my father. If I didn’t know any better, you might actually care about what happens to me…" 

It wasn’t so much teasing in a malicious way as it was a thoughtful, appreciative glaze. His words came with a low sort of hum to them; an undertone of predatory fixation. He lifted a hand to the collar of Heiji’s shirt, then the other, carefully straightening out the line of it. Close. Intimate. 

"But, really, Hattori… you needn’t worry too awfully much about that. Not at the moment, anyway. After all, I am a foreigner, and I’m certain that the Japanese would have a difficult time telling a half-brit from a frenchman, non? Bonjour, mon ami~” Hakuba chuckled, leaning in to kiss Heiji’s cheek on one side, then the other.

“I’m simply saying hello.”