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New Year’s Ham

camiechan:

Camie sighed and carefully placed him into the front pocket of her hoodie and proceeded to clean up the spilt whiskey before it soaked into his wooden desk. Once she was sure it was wiped and the bottle was put away she headed to the bathroom and located a washcloth and turned on the sink. She made sure it was soaked with ice cold water that made even her hand numb, before bringing the small furry rodent from her pocket and placing him in the soaked rag.

The sensation that brought the hamster back to consciousness was not a pleasant one, and he groaned in complaint. Hakuba wanted to be asleep, dammit, not so groggy he couldn’t see straight. And so cold. Why was he so cold? He shivered.

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New Year’s Ham

camiechan:

“Happy new years senpai!!!!!!!!!!”

Camie jumped into the detectives room in an attempt to surprise him, but when she opened her eyes and scanned the scene she saw no one.

“Hmmm how strange, I had brought him some pastries to celebrate but…maybe he went ou-” She stopped mid sentence when she moved to set down the goodies she’d brought and spotted a tiny wet ball of fur sitting on the desk. curious she stepped closer, poking the wet fluff with her finger and then carefully scooping it up and rolling him onto his back to get a better look at him. With the smell of alcohol  all but wafting from the small rodents body she could guess what had occurred, after all magic was a normal thing to her.

“Oh senpai, what have you done now?” She frowned at the clearly drunk hamster.

zzzZzZzzZzz…  it would take him forever to get through the bottle of scotch at this rate. He was out cold, but at least he’d made it to midnight. That was important, right?

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New Year’s Ham

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“Yes, of course Mum… well, yes, I’m alone, but I’ve got scotch to keep me company… God, no I’m not desperate. Please. No, she went with dad to the party. I didn’t want to miss this…”

Hakuba glanced to the sheets of paper that he’d been writing on with his latest gift and tilted his head, smile soft and fond. He wasn’t getting any meaningful words down on the page, but each one felt absolutely wonderful to write. And he wondered, briefly, if it wouldn’t be so bad to be more of a Doyle than a Holmes… For the moment, anyway.

“Hm? Oh, sorry, Mum… a little distracted is all… The time? Oh, it’s… aha! Just ten second- eight, seven, six… yes, fine, count alo- two, one..” He stopped just in time to hear the large, wooden clock above the fireplace chime, closing his eyes to relish the sound. Each chime was clear, bright, and perfectly tuned. He counted each peel as it rang.

“Happy New Year’s, Mum. Yes, I’ll be safe. Love you, too. I’ll call you in a few days. Of course. Good-”

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WHUMF.

The phone bounced on the carpeted floor when it hit and slid underneath the reclining armchair. Hakuba huffed, swathed in heavy fabric from the long-sleeved collared shirt, suit jacket, and tie that now covered him. Undergarments, socks, and trousers surrounded him. One of his fuzzy house slippers was beneath him. 

Bloody hell…?

He struggled to dig his way out of the mass of far too much clothing, suddenly wondering why he insisted on wearing such formal attire even in the comfort of his own bedroom. Somehow, he pushed his way out of the pile backward, freezing momentarily at the suddenly cooler air on his back. 

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Keep calm, detective…  he told himself, giving another huff before popping out of the clothes the rest of the way, and tumbled in a rolly polly ball of fluff onto the stones in front of the fireplace. Once equilibrium returned, Hakuba pulled himself up onto his haunches and glanced down at his paws, then to the big armchairs, back to the fire he had going, and finally to the glass of scotch that was now very, very high above his fuzzy little head.

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Damn. 

He licked his paws and drew them over his whiskers with a sigh. At least when he was a cat he could get to tall tables, but this? What was he, exactly? Some kind of rodent, he supposed, taking stock of the thin, round ears at the top of his head, paws running over each feature. Eyes on the side of his head – prey eyes, large chewing teeth, stout little body and, he smirked, turning to glance over his shoulder at the tiny little stub tail he sported. Hamster.

He’d become a hamster. 

How or why he wasn’t sure, though he already had a few sneaking suspicions. Not that any of his theories would do him any good at the moment; he needed to get his phone to send an apology email to his mum before she worried too much. Fortunately, scrambling underneath the furniture proved no problem- especially compared to dragging the mobile back out into the open. Had it always been this heavy?

Sorry, Mum- got disconnected. Network’s having trouble. I’ll be in touch again soon. Love, James

It was a very terse email in comparison to what he’d normally have written, but each letter required a considerable effort to type. Once it was sent, he tested his claws on the armchair, then dragged himself up, up, up until he could just barely reach the table. After that, thanks to a little hopping, he returned to his glass of scotch which was… now much larger than he was, himself.

Did he dare drink any more? …well, it was New Year’s Eve… how could he resist? He stood on his haunches again and stretched up to the rim and wriggled, stretching and straining to move the heavy glass just enough to get his tongue to it. And just when he’d almost reached, it tipped back the rest of the way toward him and spilled the contents right onto him, drenching fur and tabletop in cold, Highland Park scotch.

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Well, there are surely worse fates…

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“Hmmmmmm?” She hummed, looking him over and laughing. After all, it was so very like him. Every time she entered the office she took stock of a few things, magical items he wasn’t even sure he had, and of course she had decided not to mention.

“If you say so senpai, though it seems your getting better so I won’t nag you too much.”

She looked around as she talked, Hakuba’s sheer collection of…well, everything he had never ceased to amaze her.

“Oh, and..” She turned back to him and smiled, “…if your a good boy and get better soon, I will bring you information on a case you might find highly intriguing.” She punctuated her sentence with a mischievous smile.

“Why thank you; I am feeling a considerable deal better than I was… I suppose even I need to take a rest once in a while, hm?” Hakuba slipped a bookmark into his spot and set the book aside, turning in his office chair to face her without getting up. “But what’s this about a case? Or do I need to be better first?”

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“Just passing by Senpai, heard you were sick recently, you should take care of yourself.” Camie smiled, nodding in thanks to the elderly woman who had walked her to his office and stepping up to his desk. “Busy as always i see?”

“Just reading this time, Camie-chan…” Hakuba pulled back from his desk and offered a smile, lifting a hardbound copy of A Christmas Carol. “I should be in bed, but wanted a bit of a change of scenery… and I know that my desk gets lonely when I don’t visit it at least once a day. And, look, I’m even wearing casual." 

…as casual as dress slacks, house slippers, and a sweatervest over collared shirt could be. At least he was lacking a tie.

"How are you doing?”

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I know your not doing this anymore but had a sudden urge to see SHIPPING MEME WITH CAMIE/HAKUBA~

Mun’s Theories:

who cooks normally?: Camie cooks, Hakuba bakes. 

how often do they fight?: Only during the month of October, usually. Otherwise, it’s Hakuba whining about Camie’s little pranks. 

what do they do when they’re away from each other?: Work. As usual.

nicknames for each other?:  Camsel and Senpai.

who is more likely to pay for dinner?: Hakuba. He would insist. 

who steals the covers at night?: I’m going to say Camie. Mostly because Hakuba usually curls up on his side and doesn’t move much during the night. 

what would they get each other for gifts?: Books and flowers and candy and journals and things. 

who remembers things?: They share the responsibility, but seem to remember very different things. 

who cusses more?:  Hakuba, generally, but Camie can put him to shame when she wants to.  

what would they do if the other one was hurt?: A lot of guilt-tripping, I think. Chastise each other for getting into danger and being dumb, even for things like paper cuts. 

who kissed who first?: Camie stole a kiss on a dare, which surprised Hakuba greatly.   

who made the first move?: Camie, because Hakuba was too much of a wuss. 

who started the relationship?: Hakuba, with a bit of reassurance and peptalks. 

Hakuba’s Thoughts: 

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“Camie-chan is a very nice girl, but I already know that she’s taken. I enjoy our friendship as it is now, though I’m concerned about her… I don’t think she’s as happy and carefree as she claims to be.” 

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Shadows || themoonlightthief / camiechan

camiechan:

themoonlightthief:

He swallowed, whatever faint flash of relief flickering through him at getting that shadow, that thing, away from the detective disappearing in an instant as dark mist settled around them. Arms wrapping tightly around the blonde and hands curling almost painfully into the back of his shirt, protectively, blue eyes gazed around the room, searching for any sign of the shadow and any hint on how it planned to attack next.

“I-I’m sorry,” Kaito whispered, voice momentarily catching in his throat. No amount of apologies would be enough though. Hakuba could’ve died. If he hadn’t—

“I didn’t think it would— I thought I’d lost it.”

He shook his head in an attempt to clear it, forcing the panic and fear away as best he could in place of a determined and serious expression, a quiet, shaky breath leaving his throat. “…Fire. From what I’ve been able to figure out, it’s weak against fire. Do you have anything we can use as a torch? Or a room without cracks, perhaps, that it can’t get into…?”

The shadow watched them for a long moment, seething and gritting it’s would be teeth. It then quietly slipped back outside through the crack under the door.

The moonlight was bright, illuminating the darkened streets despite the loss of lights caused by the shadows darkness.The closer to All Hallows Eve it grew the bigger the shadows reach seems to get. It slithered up the side of the house, shadows slowly extending, engulfing, overtaking.

Soon The structure had completely been engulfed by writhing bubbling shadow, blocking out even the light from the moon and trapping the two inside. The mist filling the house growing with it; going from a minor itch to a painful irritation of the throat and lungs.

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“There’s no room that would be adequate in terms of that sort of security, I’m afraid,” Hakuba muttered in response, refusing to let go of Kaito for the moment. The skin on his neck ached with that burning, but staying close seemed more important. And Kaito was offering details. Concrete facts that he could focus on, work with. He caught a little more of his breath, then turned his head toward the east wing, eyes narrowing in thought. 

“However… the kitchen will have fire. The stove is gas. The are matches. Flambe torches. Flammable cooking sprays. Candle lighters. Charcoal. Lighter fluid. It might not be enough, but…" 

His voice trailed off as the light in the reception area of the mansion faded. Glancing at the glass panes, thin curtains more a bane then than ever, he sucked in a breath and swallowed hard.  Which hurt, both inside and out. Then he pushed, struggling to get to a stand while attempting to drag Kaito with him. 

”…we’ll set the estate on fire if we have to.“ 

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Shadows || themoonlightthief / camiechan

camiechan:

themoonlightthief:

“Hakuba!”

This was a nightmare. It had to be. There was no other way to explain it – not the shadow, not the way Hakuba’s hand had just gone through his throat like it wasn’t even there – and Kaito just wanted to wake up, to have the horrified panic and pure fear pulsing through him wash away in place of hope and relieved laughter. 

He wanted to pinch himself, but he knew it wouldn’t break this nightmarish reality, no matter how much he wanted and needed it to. Why was this happening? 

Moving as quickly as his body allowed him to, he grabbed for one of the remaining fireworks, lit it up, then threw himself towards the shadow’s visible limbs, shoving the burning wick into the bubbling mass of darkness. He didn’t know if it would be enough to get rid of the damn thing entirely – actually, previous tries had proven that it wouldn’t be enough, no matter how much he hoped for it to be – but, hopefully, it would be enough to make the damn thing let go of the detective. 

A nightmare. 

A nightmare he brought here. 

He never should have opened that damn box. 

The shadow grasped tightly around the blonde’s neck, the look of fear and panic feeding its lust. The desire to strangle the very life slowly and painfully out of the victim in its grasp.

Then there was a loud shriek, the sudden light of the fireworks that had escaped its notice before burned the shadowy mass and melted it away as it growled and hissed; retreating into the darkness of a nearby shadow and disappearing from their field of vision. Though is dark presence still lingered, filling the room with a sickening atmosphere.

Slowly the room started to fill with a dark but thin mist, seeping into the furniture and hanging in the air like an almost unseeable smog.

In the wake of fiery pain and the terrifying inability to breathe, Hakuba did little but gasp when the shadowy hands were finally removed. At least for four or five seconds, eyes wide and staring at the ceiling overhead. The moment that his mind processed that he could, again, successfully pull oxygen into his lungs, he scrambled to sit up and throw himself at Kaito, arms reaching to wrap around his shoulders in a panic.

“What-” gasp “-the bloody-” wheeze “-fucking HELL?!”  

He saw the marks on Kaito’s neck, the matching set on his own throat still stinging from the attack. It struck him, then, that as much as he wanted to bury his face against the other boy’s shoulder, whatever that thing had been was probably still lurking. He turned his head, eyes wide again, searching the area immediately around them, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Alas, his vision clouded as the dark dog settled in.

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I ship Hakuba with ask-gin-vodka’s Gin >:3

Mun’s Theories:

who cooks normally?: Hakuba. He doesn’t trust Gin in the kitchen. If Vodka comes, too, they can team-cook. 

how often do they fight?: Never, though there are passive aggressive comments often. Overly apologetic to each other. 

what do they do when they’re away from each other?: Work. You know, since Gin is an assassin and Hakuba is a detective, they sometimes cross paths but usually they have completely different business circles… 🙂 

nicknames for each other?: ’Tall’ for Gin, ‘Brit’ for Hakuba.

who is more likely to pay for dinner?: They go back and forth. Hakuba always  pays for drinks, though.

who steals the covers at night?: GIN. And Hakuba is too afraid to ask for them back. He goes  blanketless most nights. 

what would they get each other for gifts?: Food. Always food. 

who remembers things?: Hakuba has to as Gin remembers nothing. Sends him constant reminders via text. ‘Don’t forget that you’re supposed to assassinate x target at this time! See you at home!’ 

who cusses more?: Hakuba, to fill the silence.  

what would they do if the other one was hurt?: Take another trip to the ER. Sigh a lot. 

who kissed who first?: Gin kissed Hakuba first. They were likely drunk.

who made the first move?: …Hakuba, when he was drunk. (I didn’t even have to change this.)

who started the relationship?:  Gin, because Vermouth wouldn’t stop teasing him about it. But then, Vermouth’s teasing backfired because they united against her since she’s pretty much the worst, they say. And discuss often, sympathizing with each other one how mean she is. 

Hakuba’s Thoughts: 

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“Could we at least get him a haircut or restyle or something? Perhaps take him outside once in a while?"