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It was when Kaito missed school after a heist that Hakuba first noticed it. He’d been injured the night before, which Hakuba had known, but had assumed that his assistants would take care of it. Surely, Kuroba-kun had a team working with him to deal with all of the minor scrapes and bruises, right? But, no, he’d only seen him with one other person besides Aoko, who certainly didn’t know the truth. And that was Jii, the owner of the Blue Parrot. Spry as he was, the man was, well, old… and managing the health of an internationally wanted super thief was no easy job. Least especially not with just how dangerously Kuroba conducted himself.
In that moment, staring at the empty desk, it struck Hakuba just how… much the very idea of losing him hurt. Just how much he cared. That the rising panic in his chest wasn’t the immediate thought of ‘great what’s that obnoxious idiot scheming now?’ or ‘good, he deserves to be exhausted after the runaround he gave us last night’ but rather ‘oh God I hope he’s okay’ and ‘should I contact him or Jii!? Oh God what if Jii doesn’t answer? Who can I contact then?!’ …all followed by the immediate relief of having Kuroba hang up on him when he snuck out to ‘use the restroom’ and instead placed the phonecall in the hallway.
He realized that he wanted to be closer. He wanted to know who Kaito trusted, so that he could utilize them when necessary for the thief’s benefit. Hakuba wanted to know his friends, his enemies, his resources, contacts, family. He’d already gathered a lot of this information before, certainly, and it sat in his database ready to be used but… Oh, god, the database.
After school he hurried home and made the necessary updates to the files. Kuroba Kaito was no longer a suspect for Kaitou KID – several other people that he didn’t know remained on the list as red herrings, but Kuroba was confirmed to not be the thief after all.
Hakuba then upgraded his medical field bag to include a hell of a lot more supplies for suturing, sterilization, different sized bandages, splints, creams for burns, and so on, including a box of little bunny plasters. The kit moved from a small messenger bag to a larger duffel and became a permanent resident of the trunk of his car (which has come in handy on many occasions). He also got into the habit of texting exactly an hour after heist’s end to confirm Kaito’s safe arrival to wherever. Text, wait fifteen minutes, the text again if necessary. Nothing too sappy or worried, just…
[text] Home free?
[text] Still alive?
[text] I hope you didn’t get too much blood on your carpet.
[text] I suppose congratulations are in order.
[text] Good show.
[text] Until next time?
…and a drive around the neighborhood if he had any niggling fears or doubts, though even then he hesitated for fear of bringing attention. He loved Kuroba Kaito, after all, and couldn’t stand the idea of losing him. The thief may never learn to trust him or accept him as a friend, but Hakuba would do what he reasonably could to help. Even if that only meant attending heists just to be on site to administer medical aid.
Not that KID would accept it, but it did make Hakuba feel a little bit better.
To the first:
“You… You love… me? Ah… I… Emi-kun…” Flustered, goofy smile, knitted brows, bewildered stammers. “Ah, you… Are you sure? Why? I… I’m speechless. Th-thank you…”
To the second:
"… … …ah. I… well, I suppose it shouldn’t be of any surprise, should it? Not to worry, I ah… I understand completely, Himura-san. Thank you for being honest with me."
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“Emi… I don’t have a lot of time. Find Kid. Tell him ‘Ballarat’ is the answer. Tell him that-” the strangled sound of a choking, muffled sob. “-that I love him. Don’t tell him that I love you. That I wanted to grow old with you. God, I… Emi… I… I’m so, so sorry. I’m not getting through this one. Tell Kid the box in… the safe is for you. And only you. I love you. I love you. I have to go. I can’t let them trace this.”
Click.
You are my;;
[] Acquaintance
[x] Friend
[] Stranger
[] Boyfriend/Girlfriend[x] Love Interest
[x] Best Friend
[] Enemy
[] Nemesis
[x] Other (writing buddy!)
I think you’re;;
[] Ugly
[] Ok
[x] Pretty
[x] Beautiful
[x] Gorgeous[x] Sexy
[x] Hot
We should;;
[] Fight
[] Fuck[x] Kiss[x] Make love
[x] Text
[x] Watch films
I;;
[x] Like You
[] Hate You
[] Love You
[x] Think you’re …far too wonderful to be real
I secretly;;
[] Hate You
[x] Love You
[] Like You
[] Dislike You
[x] Think You’re …way out of my league
Should you reblog this?[y] Yes wait you did this already <3333
[] No
( oh no emi’s already getting mad and uncomfortable angst week no)
oh ho ho just you wait~
Well, if he was going to sum it up so eloquently— Emi blushed at the (very thinly) veiled compliments, and let her hair fall back over her cheeks while ducking into her shoulders a bit. She would believe herself loyal, but… courage wasn’t technically her forte. It was a part of her almost completely separate from Emi Himura that displayed all of the courage, as far as she could tell. But he believed it was right, so how could she argue? “Well I hope that we’re both right, then. And thank you, for putting it into words so well.”
She eased her hand down along the vinyl safety belt which fastened her in her seat, fingers near the release button in preparation. His company had certainly done lengths to ease her discomfort, but it didn’t change her eagerness to have the ‘safety measure’ removed, and be out of the vehicle. Still, it didn’t distract her too much, contemplating his reply, and slanting her head a slight, “You would think yourself heartless, or that you struggle with emotions and matters of the heart, when in fact you’ve got a great capacity to love and show compassion, far beyond your knowledge?
Well I wouldn’t presume to know that as true about you, just yet, but I don’t struggle to believe that you are a kind, and tender person.” A true, and good meaning gentleman down to the marrow in his bones, whether or not he acknowledged the fact regularly.
The next question was quite unusual, and Emi thought herself defeated for a good moments time, but still though of an answer to offer in reply. "I will say that, yes, I have had Dip-N-Dots before, as in I have purchased it, and it has been in my possession for some time, but unfortunately, I’ven’t actually eaten any of the peculiarly composed treat.” He’d pulled the car into a stall by then and she unclicked the hold of her belt before continuing, (with a heightened sense of ease), "It was at a baseball game, in America, with my Uncle and his two sons, as well as my brother. I had bought the treat myself, and I was frantic to get back to my seat, as the line had been longer than I thought it would be, and the inning came back into play whilst I was gone. I run back to my row, and I’m easing my way through fans when suddenly-”
She threw up her arms for emphasis, and shook her head like an excited sports goer, painting the picture better, “GRAND SLAM! Everybody around launches up from their seats, throwing up their hands and shouting with glee, which I would have myself, had the great play not been neatly pursued with a man in front of me standing right into the small container of ice-cream-dots, sending the sugary treat all over his wife next to him. They didn’t get upset, only both of them laughed, and apologized, but I just grinned and shrugged it off, before meeting them with my arms tossed up, shouting the same cheer as everyone else, a bit belated, and returning somewhat dejectedly to my seat.
Then I stole my uncle’s churro and felt better.”
The comment about the tin woodsman left color on Hakuba’s cheeks, which he chose not to address, instead allowing her to smoothly transition into her story. He grimaced at the countenance of the climax of her story, but chuckled otherwise, shaking his head.
"I’m pleased to hear that a churro came to the rescue,” Hakuba remarked, and let himself from the car once it was parked, jogging around to the other side to get her door, which he held for her. “And that you really do seem to have a story for absolutely everything. I’m pleased. Very, very pleased.”
He offered his hand to her.
“And, perhaps shamefully, grateful that they ruined the experience for you. This museum just happens to have Dip-n-Dots here for a limited time as sort of a traveling exhibit with some American ‘technology of tomorrow’ that they’re putting on right now… so you will finally get your chance to experience it. Really, aside from one very important mystery that we need to solve here, Himura-tantei, ice cream is all this museum has to offer us tonight before we run on to the next course.”
Bold for Eiji, italics for Emi.
If we kissed:
If you asked me out I’d say:
Can we cuddle?:
Sex?:
Should you reblog this?:
“This answer has been a long time coming; I apologize for making you wait so long, Emi-kun. I’ve given it a lot of thought and I must answer that my favorite passage is from the end of my favorite story, The Boscombe Valley Mystery:
“Well, it is not for me to judge you,” said Holmes as the old man signed the statement which had been drawn out. “I pray that we may never be exposed to such a temptation.”
“I pray not, sir. And what do you intend to do?”
“In view of your health, nothing. You are yourself aware that you will soon have to answer for your deed at a higher court than the Assizes. I will keep your confession, and if McCarthy is condemned I shall be forced to use it. If not, it shall never be seen by mortal eye; and your secret, whether you be alive or dead, shall be safe with us.”
“Farewell, then,” said the old man solemnly. “Your own deathbeds, when they come, will be the easier for the thought of the peace which you have given to mine.” Tottering and shaking in all his giant frame, he stumbled slowly from the room.
“God help us!” said Holmes after a long silence. “Why does fate play such tricks with poor, helpless worms? I never hear of such a case as this that I do not think of Baxter’s words, and say, ‘There, but for the grace of God, goes Sherlock Holmes.’”
"This was an instance in which Holmes refrained from following strict procedure in lieu of protecting someone (or in this case, someones). The law and its officers, I know, do all that they can to make things fair and just, but the law is not perfect. Judges, juries, lawyers, and so on are not perfect. No one is infallible. Because of this, there is a margin for error which is at times, unfortunately, enormous.
"Part of our duty as a detective is to not only examine the facts, but also the intention and motivation of the criminals and others involved to determine the true nature of the crime. Someone stealing a loaf of bread because their family is starving and they had no other choice is, of course, entirely different than someone who steals a loaf of bread in order to hurt the reputation of a business owner or commit tax fraud… both of which I have seen in the field in my years as a detective.
"Some have said that emotion really plays no part when discovering the truth, and in part, that is the case… You do have to lay aside biases and heart to get to the core of corruption, BUT, that said, your actions afterward must take that human element into account. After all, we detectives do plenty of things that are in a grey area as far as the law is concerned to get to that truth, but we allow ourselves certain leniency based on the premise that we are doing it for the greater good.
"We’re not the only ones who take the law into our own hands, so to speak; there are many who are in positions of power to do as they see fit, and we must trust that every person is doing what they truly believe is right, just, and correct in the sight of the Law and God for the benefit of man. Sadly, that is not always the case. Adding to this sadness is the desperation that it, at times, propagates; adding to the irrational passion that oft creates further criminal activity.
"Ahem, I’m about to go onto a tangent and into Utopia if I’m not careful, here. The point that I was trying to make is that, sometimes, we detectives (and other officers of the law) do not disclose all details according to procedure and protocol if it is in the best interests of those involved (innocent parties, typically), and at times alter the truth to further seal that protection. To be honest, I have done this on more than one occasion, but only with very careful, deliberate thought… and only after gathering hard evidence and materials necessary to correct the decision should it, in the end, have been made in error.
"Such as in this case, where Holmes asked the guilty party to pen and sign a confession and testimony, to be kept under lock and key in case it was needed. Why did he not turn the old man in? The culprit was already on his death bed and doing so would have destroyed two families in terms of reputation and emotional stability. The man confessed, evidence was gathered, and all arrangements made… but inevitably, was not punished for his crimes… at least as far as the courts would have preferred.
"This principle is key to how I operate within my means. No, I’m not perfect, nor do I claim to be, but I want to help people with the truth, not make them fearful of it.”
“As for portrayal of Holmes… there have been many, many wonderful actors over the years, and I am fond of many. Too many to really choose a "best,” as they each play up different aspects of his character. For this, however, I will give an honorable mention to actor Ben Syder in the 2010 The Asylum film, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes. Much like Holmes, Syder pulls off the role as a sort of diamond-in-the-rough, shining and brilliant despite the rest of the film’s… ah… oddities.
“Regardless, I enjoyed it, mostly because of the Holmes and Watson that they chose, but it was certainly different! Who would have thought – dinosaurs and Sherlock Holmes?”