Hakuba, what are your parents like?

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“Both of my parents are fine people – good breeding, intelligent, strong morals, very understanding and loving – but also extreme workaholics. They both come from wealthy families who have strong roots in their respective countries. Really, it’s almost unfortunate that they have so much in common – the pacifism, gentle hand, devotion to helping people – because they also share an extreme stubbornness that divides them so completely.”

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“Hakuba Junpei, an only son, has worked hard all his life to establish his own mark on the world. Riding on the coattails of his parents, who were made rich by scientific and technological research, was something that he was satisfied with. Even though it would have been easy for him to never work a day in his life, he studied hard in school, went to a good university, put himself through the academy, and rose through the ranks of the Japanese police with nothing but his own blood, sweat, and tears. He is now the Superintendent General, the highest ranking officer in all of Japan. 

"He’s a compassionate man, someone who is devoted to keeping the peace and promoting good will. He knows his staff, puts in as many hours as is humanly possible at the station, and makes it a point to introduce himself to every new recruit at the very least. I think that he may be more married to his work than to my mum, and I don’t think that he would argue with that, nor would the fine men and women that he is in charge of. 

"Despite how overwhelmingly busy he is, my father takes a keen interest in the youth, and seems to have a real talent for finding and fostering those who show promise. He rules with a gentle, but firm hand, and is quick to give praise where it is deserved. This is not to say that he is soft – he is more than willing and capable to do whatever is necessary when called for, and will not hesitate to follow through with whatever decision he deems to be right and just.

"I admire my father greatly, even though we often do not see eye-to-eye on minor issues. It’s true that I harbor unfair resentment toward him for placing his work above me, but honestly, even I know that I can’t truly blame him for it. It is for the greater good. He is proud of me, and has said as such, and does attempt to make time for me when I ask… I think he’d do anything for me if he could… but that it something that I personally struggle with. I believe it is trait that I have inherited from both sides of my family.

"On a more personal note, should you be interested in learning something other than work, my father enjoys fishing, camping, and building model ships. Indeed, he has a veritable armada at home of all types, but he favors large battleships.”

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"Marion Camilla Wickham-Hakuba was the first child of five and the only daughter. While her brothers- Arthur, Joseph, Martin, and Theodore, respectively -may be taller than her now, she has never lost her position as the one in charge. She grew up a lady, graduating from finishing school at an all-girls academy to go on to Cambridge university to further her studies in concert piano. 

"Or, at least, that was the plan. Between obtaining her GED and attending university, she took a GAP year to go on various service missions, travelling the world to assist the Red Cross. It was then that she discovered her love of the humanities, which interrupted her studies two years later. After switching her major, she went on to graduate with honors and fled the country to go on a tour of philanthropist endeavors. 

"This eventually led to her meeting my father in Japan, and, once married, she put her connections to work, assisting charities by arranging and hosting benefits, as she could no longer travel to do so herself. Even after moving back and reclaiming the estate in London, my mum has poured countless hours and funding into being a hostess for any organization that she feels is in need, and worthy of, her assistance.

"Through her efforts, millions of pounds have been funneled into the groups that need it most; particularly local, grass-roots groups that have heart, just need a bit of a lift. She loves her work, both for the fact that she is able to help people, and because she rather enjoys the high society atmosphere, and has said on several occasions that she never wishes to retire. 

"As a mother, she is caring and energetic. Although she does not have a lot of time to spare (hence why Baaya has been primarily responsible for my car), the time that she does spend with me is extremely productive. She’s got a gift for reading people, and we’ve long since become good friends because she understands my need for respect and privacy. Although I could do with a little less meddling, I do believe that she has my best interests at heart, and very much wishes me to follow whatever I feel my path should be. 

"Her personal interests include patronizing the arts, from visiting museums to dragging us all out for season tickets to the Royal Opera House, and music. She’s a talented vocalist, but even that cannot compare to her gift with the piano. Mum is also a very shrewd poker and billiards player — do not dare to test her, she will defeat you utterly and laugh about it behind a delicate hand.”

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“You would think that two such people would have a wonderful relationship, wouldn’t you? Alas… I suppose there are some things that even love cannot conquer in this world.”

(I just had to do this lol) If I was tied up, gagged, and blindfolded on your bed when you walked in, what would you do to me?

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“Ah… Yamashita-chan!” Hakuba gasped, standing in the doorway to his bedroom. His hand hovered over the light switch and, for a moment, he considered turning it off and walking right back out the door. But, even though he wanted to flee, he remained frozen in place, staring with jaw agape. 

“Just… just how did you get into my bedroom? What are you doing here? And for God’s sake, why are you all tied up?” He paused, then shook his head. “Nevermind; you can’t answer that. Nor do I want to know. Oh god, why does this sort of thing continue to happen to me?!”

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He managed to take one step forward, brows furrowed in concern. Did he dare attempt to untie her? No… no, that would be unwise, given the circumstances. It seemed that he was in a bad spot no matter what he did. Really, given the situation, there was only one thing that he could do.

“DAAAD!”

The frantic teenage detective turned and yelled into the hallway, only to be rewarded with silence.

“SIR! I need your help! PLEASE.”

He knew that the Superintendent General was home; he’d managed to finally have dinner with the man for the first time in weeks, so he couldn’t have gone far. It’d only been five or so minutes since they’d left the table together.

Then again, the Hakuba Estate was large and roomy, so there was no guarantee that he’d hear him even if he screamed bloody murder. Unsettling thought, that. 

“Ah, ah… st-stay there, Yamashita-chan.. I’ll… I’ll get help!”

Goal in mind, Hakuba was finally able to turn and sprint into the hallway, grimacing at the way his socks slipped on the polished marble flooring. Damn this excessive living space! 

Nevertheless, he made it to his father’s study with only one or two minor mishaps and slid to a stop just past the doorway. 

“Ah… Dad?”

The older man glanced up from the paperwork on his desk to offer a tired smile, curious and puzzled by the frantic expression on his son’s face. “Yes, Saguru?”

“There’s a… well, I need your help, if… if you can come. It might only take a moment? Oh, god, I left my door wide open…”

The Superintendent General blinked once or twice, brow slowly lifting in confusion. “What’s wrong, son?”

Hakuba took a deep breath, forcing himself to adjust his posture, hands running over his pockets briefly as he collected himself. “There’s a… a girl tied up on my bed, sir. Blind folded, gagged… I… ah, I don’t know how… or why, but…”

“There’s… what?”

“A girl. Yamashita-chan, in fact. She’s a high school detective. And for some reason she’s on my bed. Blind folded, gagged, and tied up.”

Silence followed as Hakuba Sr stared at younger Hakuba, giving himself a moment to comb over the information again in his mind.

When he’d still said nothing after a few seconds, Hakuba shifted his weight from foot to foot and glanced back over his shoulder. “Perhaps I should call the police? Do you suppose that would be a good idea?”

“You have a girl in your bed… while you’re both under age… and you’re telling me about it?”

Hakuba stared. “Well, she’s… not supposed to be there.”

“Dare I ask what you mean by that, son?”

“If she were supposed to be there, I wouldn’t be coming to you for help.” Hakuba blinked once or twice more, watching his father, now feeling equally as confused. “Because… I wouldn’t need help, you see… So this is rather awkward…”

“Do you often have people tied up in your bed?”

“Ah…. … no… no, I don’t.” It’d really only happened once or twice and, honestly, it had never been intentional. Somehow. Huh. Either way, his answer wasn’t technically a lie, so he offered a small, apologetic smile. “I just… need your assistance with removing this one, if you please.”

The elder Hakuba pushed back from his desk and stood, sighing. “So let me get this straight; my seventeen year-old son, promising young detective who chases down serial killers and has been hospitalized on more than one occasion from skirmishes with criminals… is afraid of a girl that ended up in his bedroom.

“Ah… yes. Yes, that sounds like a fairly adequate assessment, sir. She’s not supposed to be there. I have no idea how she got in, how she got tied up, who helped her, or did this to her, or what the design of this… this… whatever this is was. Or is. Wait. No, what I mean is, I don’t know why she’s there, but I’d really like her to not be there, and I’m not certain what the best course of action from this point would be.”

After tiredly rubbing his forehead, Hakuba Sr stepped around his desk and came to put a heavy hand on his son’s shoulder. “Son, are you trying to tell me something?”

Hakuba tilted his head, blinking once more in confusion. “Ah, yes… yes, that there’s a person in my room and I’d very much like there not to be…”

“No, I mean… are you trying to tell me something about yourself?”

The younger Hakuba stared, expression growing increasingly worried as the seconds ticked by. “…Huh?”

“Son, don’t tell me that you think that girls are… icky.”

Icky? Why would I think that?”

Hakuba Sr set his jaw. “What I mean to ask, son, is… … and please don’t take this the wrong way… are you gay?”

Uh.

“Gay? No… no, I’m not, Dad.” Hakuba had long since decided that his father was not among the people who needed to know anything about his somewhat ambiguous sexuality. But again, technically speaking, his statement had not been a lie. “I’ve been out with plenty of girls. But I don’t see what this has anything to do with the one that’s currently in my bedroom. Will you help me or not?”

After giving a sigh of relief, Hakuba Sr patted his son’s shoulder again and nodded. “All right, all right… lead the way, let’s take a look at this hostage situation you’ve got going on.”

“Should I call for backup?”

“I… somehow don’t think that will be necessary, but if it makes you feel better, have your cellphone at hand.” He pushed past him and started down the hall, much taller son trailing closely behind him. 

“All… all right! I have my phone. I’m ready.”

“And for God’s sake, Saguru, stop acting like there’s a spider on your ceiling or something. Have a little dignity.”

This is ridiculous… and he wonders why I’m never home…

Pride

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“Are you excited, Saguru-kun?”

“Yes, Papa!”

“Okay, turn around again, I need to get another photo. God, the uniform is so darling, isn’t it?”

The boy turned around for his mother, arms out, heels together, smile broad on his rosy face. The little suit jacket had been tailored for him, and he had two others just like it, ready for his first year at White Chapel Academy – just three days away. 

“It is, dear.” Mr. Hakuba, as he was called then, chuckled and leaned back in the comfortable patio chair that he frequented on summer afternoons. “Son, you’ll remember to write to your mum, yes?”

Saguru nodded twice, each with conviction. “I will! I wonder how much free time there’ll be?”

Mrs. Hakuba – really, Marion to everyone, reached out to tug her boy over by the front of his jacket, adjusting his tie for the fourth time in the last twenty minutes. “The timetable seemed fairly full, but I can’t imagine that there won’t be time in the evenings. You’d better write to me, or I’ll be so cross!”

She pulled him close, kissed his forehead, then took his hand to gently guide him away and back into the grass. 

“I will, I will! I promise. Eeevery day. Just like the Beatles. ‘All my lovin’, I will send to you~ou!’”

“Hey! Wait a minute Mr. Postman-!”

Mr. Hakuba rolled his eyes. “You two. Honestly.” He was used to their song battles by now, but it never ceased to amuse him. Which meant that he was required to scowl and turn back to his newspaper. 

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“Honestly, Jones, I’m not certain how much I can really tell you about White Chapel. I’ve… spent a rather large amount of energy actively repressing the memories, you understand…”

“So you knew about what was going on?”

“Yes, I did. Though not at first. No, the first three months that I was there, everything had gone according to expectations and I was so engrossed in my studies that I… I’m afraid that I was oblivious.”

The man, another foreigner, leaned forward, coffee in hand. “When did you meet Sarah?”

“Oh, I… I’d seen her around, probably from the first day. But I didn’t know who she was until much, much later. Just another drab face in the dreary crowd.”

Jones laughed. “And here I was hoping for some kind of story to spin…”

“You would, wouldn’t you? But no, no… my relationship with Sarah was much more… distant than all of that.”

“Fine, fine. Back to White Chapel?”

“I was nine years old when I first started there. Again, I… I have some difficulty remembering everything from that period of time, but I do recall that I was terrified of being away from home – and Baaya, especially -and having to share living quarters with other children for the first time in my life. Yet, at the same time, I was thrilled that my instructors were good. Very passionate about the subjects that they taught. Exceptional, all of them. It’s a private school. I was fortunate to get in, what with the difficulty of the whole transcript mess…”

“What about your transcripts?”

“Oh, I did a bit of school hopping when I was younger. I was transferring from a Japanese school, though the rest of my transcripts were from a public school in Britain, which caused some confusion and delays in paperwork… I’m certain my parents used their influence to nudge things along, though they’ve sworn to me that it was by my test scores alone.Regardless, we were thrilled.”

Chuckling, Jones waved a dismissive hand. “Of course, of course… So where does your story begin in regard to the whole affair?”

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“I suppose it, like most things, began with… pride.”

“Pride?” Jones arced a brow, then waited.

“One of my teachers had… incorrect information. After having been there a semester and returned from the, ah, Christmas holiday, I’d grown a little cockish. My grandparents – on my mum’s side, of course – spoiled me with praise and I had so many stories to tell…" 

"Go on.”

“I called one of my instructors out on error in front of the the class. Sister Fairmore was understandably upset. Wrong, but upset, and asked to speak with me once class was dismissed. At which point, she advised me to meet with the Headmaster.”

“…Amos Ramson?”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“Good God. Hakuba. You-?”

The detective stiffened at that, then forced a faint smile. “Father Ramson told me that mine was the sin of pride. Quoted scripure – Proverbs 16:18 – Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall. – and explained that he would work tirelessly to rid me of that vice.”

Jones hesitated several seconds before continuing, voice low. Cautious. “What happened then?”

“We discussed whether I should attend Oxford or Cambridge.”

“…Really?”

“Yes, really.” Hakuba sighed. “Jones, my name wasn’t supposed to be on that list. It’s inaccurate. I know what he’s trying to do, but it’s not going to work.”

“God, that’s a relief!”

“Indeed.”

“At least I can use that in our statement…”

“I’d rather we not address that particular issue at all, actually.” Hakuba cast a cool glance at his agent, who stared back at him curiously, perplexed. Waiting. With a sigh, he added, “…Out of respect for the others on the list. In particular Miss Brown." 

"I’ll take that into consideration.”

“It’s appreciated.”

Jones bit his lip, then set his coffee cup aside to put both of his hands on his laptop’s keyboard, adding notes. “So was that your entire punishment? No ruler, no hand slapping, no black box?”

“Oh, no… no, not exactly. Not from Father Ramson. His modus operandi was always the same – to teach us to kneel before God.

officertakagi:

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“Actually we ran out of coffee in the breakroom so the cafe would be the best.” Takagi said. Actually it had been his turn to buy the coffee for the office but he’d forgotten about that. “If it’s okay with you, of course.”

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“Certainly! I could use a good walk. Let me just get my briefcase settled and we can go." 

The young detective sorted the files into their proper order and slipped them into the black, hard-leather briefcase that he carried, locked it, and walked it over to the filing cabinet that wasn’t actually attached to any of the desks, just pressed into a corner by a fake, potted tree. He used a separate set of keys to open one of the drawers and slipped it inside, pushing that closed, locked, and then tapped the metal surface.

"There we are,” Hakuba announced as he looked back at Takagi, smile pleased and professional. “Let’s be off, then."