((LOLOLOL. That would be perfect for fem!Kuba. Omg. Saguru James becomes Sakura Jane. I am in love. THANK YOU.))
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If Hakuba will ever find out about the Apotoxin 4869.
I’ve had several timelines in mind where Hakuba does discover who Conan is (indeed, this Hakuba’s ‘official’ storyline will include knowing the truth behind Conan at some point), and often teams up with Haibara to work on the antidote. He being a scientist and all, himself… not to the level of Shiho, of course, but he definitely has good resources available and makes a fantastic assistant.
OPINIONS ON HAKUBA’S OBSESSION WITH TIME.
His obsession basically boils down to three things:
- The Master Watch – is an heirloom passed down through the men in the honorable Hakuba family line. Technically, Hakuba’s father – The Superintendent General Hakuba – should have taken possession of it when his father died… but when the grandparents disowned Saguru, claiming that the marriage between their son and ‘that foreign tart’ was not sanctioned in the first place (they eloped), and refuse to recognize a half-blooded bastard children as a rightful heir, Hakuba Sr stole it and gave it to Saguru, anyway.
He is proud of his son and thinks that he should be happy to be a part of the Hakuba family, even if it means that their branch has been cut from the larger tree. Oh well.
Hakuba is pleased to show it off at every heist, case, and interview, proving that he is doing great things and IS a part of the family, whether they like it or not.You can read more about the Master Watch here: The Seven Sins of White Chapel: Envy
- Eidetic Memory is a Bitch – Hakuba’s memory is like a steel trap; very accurate, very detailed, very easy to recall… but along with it comes every other sensory input – sight, taste, smell, feeling, emotions… Most of the time, he’s able to extrapolate just the vital information in terms of data that he can use in paperwork, but it requires a lot of self-discipline and work. Sometimes, however, the ‘flashback’ of memory is so intense that he loses track of what is happening in the present. It all works in tandem with PTSD , and those experiences can be quite triggering.
The watch helps with this in two ways:
First, it acts as a physical anchor that he can use, with ritual to ground himself in the present. This helps to stave off anxiety attacks and more traumatizing memories that he doesn’t want to be forced to live through.
Second, it allows him to accurately record the data for the CURRENT situation, which he then compares to his wrist-watch, then records in his notebook. This way, he doesn’t have to rely on only his memory for analysis, which he is quite picky about. With careful note taking and accurate records, he feels much more confident in his work and control of the situation.Learn more about Eidetic Memory here: The Seven Sins of White Chapel: Lust
- Accuracy as a Scientist – Since Saguru has been shown to be at least a passable chemist, interested in the work and equipment in his grandfather’s private laboratory in Japan, it would stand to reason that he would be used to keeping very accurate notations for every experiment. After all; a single digit can change the entire outcome, and the scientists in the labs do all that they can to check everything to extreme measures of precise calculation.
I think this is why he sometimes includes the milliseconds, etc. when he’s notating the time to others; it’s a habit of working with scientists… and quite possibly humorous to him, since it really is excessive, but some take it quite seriously.

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smokebombsandmirrors was kind enough to work from my scar chart to draw this reference for me. I think the worst of his back scars are hidden under his underwear… but they definitely give a good idea of what they look like. ;-; sorry Hakuba.
OK, someone has to ask. Is Hakuba following the Great British Bake Off this year?
APPARENTLY, Hakuba and Baaya make it a point to do so every year. Watching cooking shows of any kind is something that they love to do together, and they make a big fuss over this one (though no one has Baaya’s heart like Gordon Ramsay does).
Matters of the heart!
43. What impression do you try to give people when they meet you?
“Confidence, poise, restraint, elegance… I want others to know that I am well aware of my talents and prowess, and feel completely comfortable with myself. They need to believe that I can hold my own, fight my own battles, but know more than enough to talk my way out of them. When they meet me, they should be impressed with my power, and know, without a doubt, through the way that I conduct myself, that I am someone to be respected and admired."
They don’t need to know that I don’t really believe in most of it, myself.
50 What is a memory that you’re very fond of?
“There was once a time when my assistance was requested by those in charge. I wasn’t the Superintendent General’s spoiled son that the inspectors had to humor and ‘deal with,’ but someone who was actually wanted. Scotland Yard’s police chief, a man by the name of Robert Hale, often asked after me, for no reason other than that I was capable and they trusted me.
"In particular, I remember the night I managed to catch a man who had been setting up bombs on the underside of vehicles in the downtown areas of London. He’d killed several officers that way, all as a distraction for the men he was working with, who were set to break into several banks simultaneously. The force found its hands tied, unable to mobilize effectively for fear of losing more of their men.
"To make a long story short, I was able to recognize the pattern as requested, suggested a counter movement, and went after the culprit myself. He hadn’t expected a 15 year-old boy to pick him out of the crowd, I’ll tell you that. I was caught in a blast, but we got our man, and Mr. Hale came to see me in the hospital. He told me he’d made the right decision to ask for me, despite the injuries.
"It was, and still is, one of the proudest moments of my career. And it’s days like this that make me wonder why I ever left home.”
Hakuba, what are your parents like?
“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.”
“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.”
"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.”
“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.”
Have you ever had an imaginary friend? If so, tell us about them.
“Once upon a time, when I was a young boy, still so full of hope and wonder, I had a collection of dragons. All different breeds and types, sizes and shapes. I took them anywhere that I could, and we often played out in the woods behind the estate. I ‘fed’ them, bathed them, and tucked them into bed each night. Granted, Mum wouldn’t let me take them everywhere, as the number in my dragon army grew upwards of thirty, but I always did take one with me: Penrose.”
"Oh, she was glorious. Black dragon; sleek and dangerous and wild as they come. Penrose was the queen of the army, and all of the dragons obeyed her every whim. She came with me on the plane, even, when we’d travel abroad. I’d have slept with her on my pillow, too, were she not a polyresin statue with sharp horns and claws. Even so, I spoke to her every night and she watched over me while I slept.”
“At times I wonder if she would have protected me back in the days of Whitechapel, but I struggle to suspend my disbelief for long enough. All too soon, the memory of smashing her into pieces replays in my mind, and I know that part of my life is long since over.”