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Miri, for the Majuu AU.
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☄ : Any AU headcanon (modern, school, medieval, and so on)
LOL YOU LOVE THE AUs!!!!
Let’s talk about… WEREWOLF AU. Which actually doesn’t have much development at all yet. However, I would like to think that if Hakuba were a werewolf, he would be a very, very pretty one. Like, insanely beautiful, gorgeous werewolf that is much more wolf than beast, with luscious fur and big amber eyes and just so graceful and everything…
…and that he would be so very, very violent and vicious and would tear things apart because he just can’t control himself at all. Not without outside help, and it terrifies him.
In another life
Send “In Another Life” and I’ll tell you a fact about an AU version of my character.
In the Cowboy Bebop/Star Wars/Star Trek/Babylon 5/Battlestar Galactica/Firefly crossover AU, Hakuba was the captain of a smaller battlestar called the Unicorna and commanded a crew of twelve dozen people— mostly women. It was generally thought that the young captain (who had risen in the ranks far faster than anyone else his age) was a letch and a flirt, but as it turns out, he employed mostly women for two reasons:
- He was tired of the rampant sexism in the system imposed by the Embassy
- His particular species of anthropomorphic dog was “gifted” with the ability for either sex to reproduce, thus making them very prolific breeders. Although Hakuba was very much married to his work and had little interest in raising children, he did, however, have to deal with cycles every two months and found it easier to find empathy with female crew, who would comfort and coddle their captain. (Shinichi later discovered this and was so excited to tell Heiji that Hakuba was a “literal bitch,” causing a fight that Heiji had to break up…)
He was a very popular captain and those who served under him generally enjoyed their terms. Not only did their missions focus on relief efforts for the war-torn corners of space, but Hakuba ensured that all food served to the crew was GOOD. He believed that good food was essential for a happy, healthy crew, and he always ate what they ate as a result. If he didn’t like it, it couldn’t be served, and he personally trained a handful of cooks who didn’t understand what that meant.
They also always had to have a lot of icecream on board, which was unusual for a warship… … … but then, Hakuba was always very good with the paperwork and manipulating the budget to accommodate for it.
Once Upon a Time… (OOC)
There was once a time when I told Yuki this insane story about Hakuba being a fanfiction writer of his fellow detectives and Kaitou Kid (along with all of the versions of Sherlock Holmes) in order to figure them out. His favorite was writing introspective stories to explore their motives, but once he got fans on fanfiction.net, he branched out and soon began to write… steamy romance.
It was quite the thing.
Anyway, I mentioned it to her today and she thinks I should make a sideblog for his fanfiction and actually let him write it. In the story, he was apparently very good… good enough that KID asked if they could RP online, and Heiji commissioned a Heishin piece.
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Sometimes I don’t know what I’m doing with my life. Poor Hakuba. What a nerd.
“Awaken, beast… if you please.”
“Are you really a detective, a predator in the NIGHT?”
“L
IAR.”“Why do you think you were permitted entry into the Master’s DOMAIN? Your own pathetic sense of Justice blinds YOU.
You are but a white horse idly grazing within the territory of voracious WILDCATS. How much longer will you continue to engorge yourself with puerile fantasies of ESCAPE?
…Or could it be that you are purposely waiting for those jaws to snap you WHOLE?
S
INNER.You believe yourself damned to the fires of Hell for the sins you have COMMITTED? Even Hell’s warden will cast you out for your cowardly MACHINATIONS. You are ill-prepared for such eternal IMPRISONMENT.”
“As someone who was once shackled to such closed rooms, please permit me to assist in teaching you the proper rituals of CONTRITION.”
“…as you wish, Miss Knox.”
Kill me.
Leave a “Kill Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.
It had to be done. There was no other way.
Hakuba watched as the man checked the windows and cursed about the approach of the additional squad cars. They’d been trapped in the warehouse. Set up. Everything was in place to expose the truth, to tell the world what they really were. But what were they? Assassins? Sheep? The Organization saw them as pawns in a dangerous game of blood and greed and nothing more. But what would the Osakan’s family think? Hattori Heiji had been an upstanding individual. Someone who believed in justice, not cold-blooded murder. Oh, how things had changed. For both of them.
The gloves took little time to slip over his hands. He didn’t worry about traces of gunpowder – his sleeves would be covered by ash from the fire and the blood from dragging the once detective out of the burning building soon enough. Ignoring the loudspeaker threats from outside, Hakuba considered his plan. He already knew that they were surrounded. That there was no other way out beside the front entrance. It would be so simple, so easy.
The gun belonged to one of the dead men on the floor. One of the people that Janus had killed. It was already loaded, safety already off. Blaring sirens would cover the sound of the subtle click and the discharge of the gun. He’d fire three shots into his partner’s back – carefully aimed to hit his lungs and his heart. He knew that Kevlar jacket like the back of his hand; knew exactly where to aim to puncture right through. It had been worn over the years of use. He’d wait for Janus to stiffen and fall before putting the gun back in the dead owner’s hands, then crouch at his lover’s side slip the ring from his finger for safe-keeping, then drench his hands in his blood.
Then it would be the matter of carrying him from the building, pleading for help from the officers. Man down. Hattori Heiji, son of Hattori Heizo, had been killed by those men… he’d fought to defend the Superintendent General’s son. He’d died a hero, not like a dog in the gutter. Not shot in the back by someone who loved him.
Hakuba hadn’t been connected to those crimes. No one had known what he had done. What his part in all of the madness had been. They would believe him. The courts would trust in Hakuba’s testimony that the accusations were false. That Hattori had been framed. Had not, in fact, been part of a criminal organization. Had not slaughtered men and women by their request. Hakuba’s word would afford Hattori an honorable funeral.
His family would grieve over Heiji’s sacrifice. Everyone would mourn the loss of such great potential. They’d give him the respect that Janus had always deserved but never received.
No one would know what they had meant to each other. What they had been through together. It would remain secret, just as Janus had asked. Request finally fulfilled.
All that Hakuba had to do was pull the trigger.
“I suppose you enjoy those areas for the FOOD? French cuisine, after all, has impeccable TASTE.”
Or so she’d read. She wasn’t too much of a varied eater, and it was rare enough she went outside anywhere to eat. The master’s tastes were pleasing enough to her palate.
“It does, indeed… but that is not the reason why I will be going there."
Hakuba reached for a cup and tea pouch, setting to work to make himself some. Because, as previously noted, tea solves everything and is perfect.
"I have family in England and work in Paris. Well, I suppose that I have work everywhere, but France is a place that I’m particularly fond of. No one seems to care if you’re a halfer as long as you can speak the language with relative fluency… and I’m rather fond of the Bohemian ideals, were I to be honest with myself.”
He set the cup to steep, then looked back to Dlanor.
“Still, Paris is a city just like any other… with its high points and its own set of problems."
“It is one of the many places created by the MASTER. It is often frequented by others, so I thought it might be a place you would LIKE.”
She slid in to the side across him and removed her spectacles, having no need for them here. Empty cups had been summoned; as was a hot kettle. If the inquisitor seemed pleased that the location was to Hakuba’s liking, it was well-hidden by her usual Iron Maiden’s expression. “Your pick of the brew, as USUAL. Has anything of interest happened with you on your side of THINGS?”
Dlanor didn’t usually care for the happenings of other fragments—not since her falling out, but while a guest was here she may as well inquire of the comings and goings of their world.
“Lemon and ginger, I think,” Hakuba said quietly, pushing the idea of Earl Grey out of his mind. He needed practice to be able to adapt. “And, no, not really… not as such."
The detective leaned back in his seat, looking up at the ceiling for a moment as he considered. There were always cases, certainly, and he had found quite a few things ‘interesting’ throughout his interactions with others. But interest being subjective, Hakuba didn’t think that anything he had to say would be of interest to the woman. Not sincerely, at any rate.
"I may return to London for a time… visit Paris again. That is the only thing of note that I can really think of at present.”
“CERTAINLY.”
Dlanor led the man into a rather dark-looking pub area. Judging by the various booths and the bar that sat straight in the middle, it seemed to mimic the old 1920’s speakeasies. One or two felines slept their cares away upon some of these booths as if they were patrons themselves. She picked a candlelit booth near the window, the weather outside being something akin to the pitter-patter of blues rain. “Sometimes, tea seems best served when the atmosphere is COLD. That way its warm aroma penetrates and soothes the BONES.”
The level of appreciation that Hakuba had for Dlanor was quickly doubled – no, tripled – as he looked around the pub. He soaked it all in, reveling n the chill, the sound of the rain, the flickering lights against the dark walls. God, it’d be difficult to focus on tea when this place clearly called for scotch.
But then, tea was perfect.
He waited for Dlanor to take a seat before taking one himself, content smile fixed on his face.
“Very intriguing choice, Miss Knox… I very much approve. I was not aware that such little nooks existed in this place… but I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised."