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Shipping your hakuba with themoonlighthief’s kaitou, of course~

Mun’s Theories:

who cooks normally?: Hakuba wants to cook all of the things for Kaito. So unless Kaito says otherwise, Hakuba will. 

how often do they fight?: The banter will probably never stop, but I imagine it turns from empty, teasing insults to shameless flirting fairly quickly. The stuff they do fight about, though, is usually about life and death situations, being worried about each other, keeping secrets… and that stuff is painful. Fortunately, they’re probably good about not talking about it (even though that would help things). 

what do they do when they’re away from each other?: Maintain their separate interests and hobbies… but I can see Hakuba becoming an excessive texter if Kaito will humor him and text back.  

nicknames for each other?: HMMM…  I know I had a nickname for him written down somewhere before… but hmmm…  I keep wanting to say ‘Pan’ as in ‘Peter Pan’ for Kaito, which would make Hakuba ‘Wendy.’ I wonder… 

who is more likely to pay for dinner?: Hakuba prefers to and Kaito allows it as long as he’s able to make a joke about forcing Hakuba to or stealing his card or something, and Hakuba enjoys that.

who steals the covers at night?: Kaito. Definitely Kaito.  

what would they get each other for gifts?: Books. Chocolate. 

who remembers things?: Hakuba. And then doesn’t remind Kaito to see if he’ll remember anniversaries and the like. And then gets pouty if it seems like it’s been forgotten. 

who cusses more?: It’s about equal. 

what would they do if the other one was hurt?: EXCESSIVE FRETTING! Calm while giving medical care. Lots of pampering. 

who kissed who first?: I think it was Hakuba kissing Kaito first, by Kaito’s dare/request. 

who made the first move?: Oh goodness. This is the big question, isn’t it? Oh ho~ Hakuba’s not likely do do something unless he is 84% certain that it will be well-received and is desired. But if he gets that idea, it’ll be he that does it. Otherwise, Kaito will have to take charge.  … … oh wait this is pretending this has already happened. Uh. Let’s say that Kaito got frustrated by Hakuba not doing anything and made said move. 

who started the relationship?:  Hakuba. Nervous and shy and fretting tried to put on his bravest, suavest face and then…! 

Hakuba’s Thoughts: 

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“I’m really rather fond of him…" 

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Shadows || themoonlightthief / camiechan

camiechan:

He shook his head, breathing through his nose as he tried to push the nausea down, away, because throwing up – again – was not on the list of things he wanted to do right now. He didn’t have time for it. Not when—

Eyes once more snapping open, he quickly scanned the area, gaze carefully darting over the floor, the walls, and every visible object and surface. Movement in the corner of his eye made the magician’s breath catch in his throat, but when he turned his head to look, there was nothing there. Imagination? Possibly. But then again, maybe not.

“N-no, no ambulance, I—” Kaito swallowed, attention returning to Hakuba. It hurt to speak and he was still feeling disoriented and dizzy – more so than he was comfortable with – but he still managed a small grin, forcing any hints of pain away as he pushed himself up to a sitting position. “I’m fine. I just had a bit of an accident with a…a new trick. Sorry for worrying you.”

Alright. Maybe he was more out of it than he thought. 

For a moment, Hakuba’s hand had looked almost transparent. But that, if anything, had to be his imagination. Right?

The terror on the thief’s face was enough to move the shadow into action once again. Lusting for more screams of agony it closes upon the two, quietly snaking behind the blonde. More memories surfaced, more desire to see the horror on it’s target, more hunger.

The shadow coiled the half brit’s leg, silently and barely visible it moved upward. Then shadowy hands materialize around its victim’s neck, repeating the same burning sensation it had with the other. Bubbling darkness burning like acid over skin and it drags him to the floor; choking him of the oxygen he needed to breathe.

Hakuba sat back at Kaito’s reassurance, though he was utterly unconvinced. Looking over the other boy again, the foreign detective frowned and sighed, watching him sit up straight. That was certainly better than before, he reasoned, so he couldn’t have been that badly off, right? 

Still yet unaware of the creeping shadow that moved up his leg and body, Hakuba cracked a smile of his own, brow raising to give him a quizzical appearance, as if he were preparing to give the thief a lecture.

“It’s nothing, really… I’m, ah, honored that you thought to come to me.” The admission came with a bit of a creeping blush and a small, shy smile. “Are you certain that you’re all right? You know, I’ve heard that practicing new magic tricks on your own is a good way to get ki-”

The words cut off abruptly with a strangled cry of surprise and pain. “Wh-what is-?!” Hands reached for his throat to pull of whatever had him, but while his right hand recoiled immediately from the burning, his left hand went right through his throat.

He barely had time to process this before he was forced backward, tumbling from his position on the floor to press with back against the hard, polished marble with a smack. With the wind already knocked out of him from the fall, the choking quickly filled him with fiery panic. All attempts to pry the hands from himself were met, again, with nothing but frustration and blistering heat.

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Shadows || themoonlightthief / camiechan

camiechan:

themoonlightthief:

It’s dark. 

No sound. Nothing to see. And no pain. 

Wait. 

Why would he be in— 

…Oh.

Slowly, fragmented pieces of memories flooded back into his mind – a kiss to the back of his hand, a much too familiar smirk, roses, and then glowing red eyes, burning flesh, can’t breathe, can’t move, overwhelming nausea, thorns, pain—

The touch against his abused throat sent a sharp stab of pain through Kaito’s body and that was all it took to make his eyes snap open again with a sharp gasp, gaze wildly darting around, hazy, unfocused, terrified, before settling on the familiar blonde above him.

He stared. 

“Ha—“ A wave of nausea forced him to stop, a shaky hand clamping over his mouth as he rolled onto his side, gagging, eyes clenching shut and teeth biting down on his tongue in an attempt to stop himself from throwing up all over the detective’s floor. 

H-how had he—

No, no, no, Hakuba wasn’t supposed to be, couldn’t be—

What if that shadow, that thing, was still…

What if it went after Hakuba too?!

The shadow waited and watched.  Eying it’s target as he was lifted into the house and the door was locked. As soon as the two were out of sight the shadow let out a raspy chuckle and slipped under the door, fading into the shadows of the house and moving about silently across the floor and up the walls.

The new party that had intervened intrigued it, something within the memories pulled from the thief was the familiarity of this other person. It fueled the shadow more as it lingered around the two; for once interested in a second target brought on by the desire to engorge itself on more suffering.

Yet for the moment it waited….and watched.

Unaware of the danger and true nature of the panic, the detective settled down on the floor next to Kaito, watching cautiously as he stirred. 

"Shh, Kuroba-kun, it’s all right.” Since there was, in fact, a pulse – handy, since he was conscious again, Hakuba moved his hand to the other boy’s shoulder and ran his palm over it. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you. What happened? Shall I call for an ambulance?" 

The pain and fear being displayed by the illustrious phantom thief was not something that Hakuba was used to. It scared him, in fact. More than his faintly transparent left hand that had at least maintained corporeal qualities for the time being. He just hoped that Kaito wouldn’t notice.

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The shadow craftily steers you toward a dead ended neighborhood. The well to do houses loomed ominously in the night with nothing but the light of the moon cast on them. The street you were now on was an eventual dead end and the shadow quickly advances upon you, the boiling, hissing puddle drawing ever closer.

camiechan:

themoonlightthief:

He’s not going to last, he knows that, the darkness smoothly, swiftly, spreading across his vision making that all the more obvious. But he can’t stop. Stopping means getting killed and he rather likes living, thank you, but—

The world is tilting. Or perhaps it’s just him. He’s not entirely sure at this point. 

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Safe, safe, safe, have to get someplace safe. 

Kaito turns, suddenly, mustering up the last of his strength to sprint into one of the yards belonging to— to someone, up the driveway and towards the front door – the house looks so familiar, why does it look so familiar, is it another mind trick, why – as fast as his legs can carry him. But then they’re buckling beneath him and he lets out a hoarse yelp, fingers just barely having enough time to curl around the door’s handle in an attempt to catch himself – but it’s no use, he can’t see, can’t hear, can’t feel, oh, but at least that’s a relief and—

And then his mind and body shuts down and he collapses below the front door. 

It’s prey has stopped moving, his slowing heart beat is like music to the shadow. It rears up again, following up the driveway slowly, enjoying every second. It’s target is so close within it’s reach so close- Wait, no, there is another smell approaching. The shadow backs off again retreating to a nearby patch of darkness to observe and reconsider it’s strategy.

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“Yes, I heard it Baaya…  no, no; I’ll see what it is, first… not to fret. It’s probably just like the last one…” The young detective shifted the cell phone to his other ear and shoulder, freeing his hands so that he could set the baseball bat in the indent of floor-to-ceiling glass near the door. He pushed the white curtain aside and peeked out into the dark, frown fixed on his face. A body, yes, crumpled against the door. Drunk, most likely. Or attacked…?

Keeping close to that side of the door, he unlocked the chain, the normal lock, and the deadbolt, before pulling the door inward slowly, letting the unconscious form slip onto the polished marble gently.

“Hello, sir…?” Hakuba asked, staring downward. Then he paused. Was that…?  No, it couldn’t be. But it was. Kuroba-kun! ”Baaya, I’m going to have to call you back.” 

Brows furrowed, he glanced back out to the yard, narrowed eyes scanning the terrain. He couldn’t see anyone, but that didn’t necessarily mean… 

He crouched down and slipped one hand under each arm, jaw set tight as he pulled Kaito into the formal reception area. There he left him, just long enough to return to the door, pushing it closed. Then came the locks: regular, deadbolt, chain.  Once the house was secured, he go back down to the floor, kneeling as he rolled Kaito onto his back and went about checking vitals. 

Fingers on his throat to feel for a pulse, he watched his face, professional training keeping him calm and productive for the time being. “Kuroba-kun? Are you all right? Can you hear me?”

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The ghostly sounds become more identifiable as sobbing and a figure resembling that of a small girl, maybe around the age of six or so. She is huddled up, her knees pressed against her chest and her face hidden by the shadows of the hallway.

Hakuba swallowed hard. He’d been hiding from the ghosts for the better part of the afternoon… evening… and on into the night, but he now really needed to brave the hallway again for food. Biting his lip, he  again mustered enough courage to peek out of his doorway and into the hallway, wincing as the form of the girl came into view once more. 

It was just like that American film though, wasn’t it? Help the ghost, they get to move on to the afterlife. And while some ghosts were harmful, those who were ready to be helped typically weren’t. So he should be safe so long as he approached with caution, just like any other wild beast. Or so he’d been informed by the media.

Then again, was it really wise to trust Shyamalan with anything, let alone your life? 

Still, the detective knit his brows and forced himself to watch her for a moment, feeling that usual tug at his heart-strings that urged him to find out what, exactly, had made her cry like that. Poor little girl, alone and draped in darkness. 

He sighed and stepped out of his room, sheepishly making his way toward her. Cautiously, of course. He slowed to a stop five or six feet away and desperately tried to keep the fear from his voice.

“Ah, excuse me, miss…?”

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It is hard to hear at first, a low ghostly wail carried by drafts of an unknown origin saunters through the house. You begin to catch glimpses of a phantom spirit flickering in and out of sight as it passes by your door frame and continues down the hall.

“Oh… god…”  

The detective bit his lip, staring at the opened door – that he did not open – and hesitated before getting to his feet. Ghosts weren’t real, as far as he knew. Or, no, that wasn’t entirely accurate, either. Ghosts and the like were unlikely to exist as portrayed in pop culture media, but that didn’t mean that they necessarily did not exist. 

Hakuba pushed a breath past pursed lips and wondered what he ought to do about it. He was supposed to help them or something of that ilk, yes? But how to help a ghost? Particularly when he couldn’t stop shaking. Perhaps the heat needed to be turned up, first. Yes, that was a good plan.

Warily, the young detective stepped out of his bedroom and into the hallway, glancing left, then right, before heading toward the thermostat for that particular wing of the estate. 

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camiechan: Once the dial is stopped there is little time for you to pull your hand away before the box starts shaking and bursts open. Clouds of transparent mist enveloping your body and then dispersing into different parts of your house. The box itself then slowly fades from  existence right in front of your eyes, […]

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It is late evening, and there is a light knock at your door. You call out to see who it is, yet there is no answer. Shaking off the sense of wrongness you feel, you decide to open the door and inspect the area; upon doing so you notice a package left on the doorstep. […]

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camiechan: Hakuba learned a new trick~ Okay this one was still a sketch but turned out less messy and i just kept working on it and adding things and graaaaaaaah IM ADDICTED TO DRAKUBA SOMEONE STOP ME SOB Also i dunno how to do fire omg ksjdfnskd So Hakuba wants to stay a dragon forever […]