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♟: Patching up a wound

Kaitou KID heists were notorious for things like skinned palms and bruised knees, but Hakuba was used to that. True, he’d developed quite the interesting case of climacophobia over time, but it usually wasn’t anything terribly crippling — at least, he refused to let it be in defense of his pride. But even with that, it had never really stopped him from chasing the thief before. Detective was a dangerous job; injury came with the territory. 

They’d been running hard, up several flights of stairs, down hallways, over obstacles, and Hakuba had been impressed, as always, with the little detective’s tenacity and speed. One too many nasty tricks from the thief, though, and the debris was just too much to navigate. 

At least, that’s what Hakuba imagined had happened, because one moment he was watching that flash of white cape, and the next, he had Conan crashing right into him just as he’d made it to the top of the staircase. Down they went until they were a collective Sherlockian heap at the bottom of the stairwell, groaning. 

The first thing that came to Hakuba’s mind was to get up and keep after KID, but all of those thoughts ceased immediately when he heard the boy utter the tiniest little ‘itte’ under his breath. “C-Conan-kun?” 

Suddenly, thief forgotten, Hakuba righted them both and searched the boy for injuries, frantic. The scrapes weren’t bad, but they still tore at him, and he coddled Conan against his will, taking him from the heist, kicking very loudly complaining, to the bathroom to clean him up. 

“It’s all right, it’s all right! Let KID go, we’ll get him next time! God, don’t scare me like that, though, you could have been very seriously hurt!” Which he was very well aware of, given that he could feel the bruises forming over himself already. 

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Shine. :3c.

AU where everyone has a mark on their body and it shines brightly when they meet/touch the person who will eventually murder them. Send me “Shine” to see my muse’s reaction when their mark starts to shine.

He’d seen it the night before on the rooftop, just that little glint of silver peeking out from under his sleeve, but it hadn’t surprised him. Confronting the assassin Spider always had that effect, and he had come to accept it. It had done the same for several dangerous people that he’d gone up against, so much so that he almost wasn’t even worried about it anymore. At least he’d managed to save Kaitou KID from the same fate. 

For one more heist, anyway. 

The next morning was his first day at Ekoda High School, and though the young detective was tired, he was relieved to get back to a sort of normal routine. Summer had been filled with cold cases and moving back to Japan for the year abroad, and while he knew that it would take some adjustments to get used to the Japanese school system again, he felt fairly confident that he could handle it. Introductions went well, and he sidled past the gawking fangirls and territorial young men to take his place at the desk designated by the teacher. 

Typical. He was prepared for anything. 

That was, of course, until the break between homeroom and the rest of his classes, when a pair of students wandered over to his desk to introduce themselves. Nakamori Aoko, who he recognized as the inspector’s daughter, and… Kuroba Kaito… who, upon making eye contact, brought on that same, searing pain in his wrist that Spider had.

Hakuba sucked in a breath, mind flicking through the information that he’d had stored away for various profiles, and leaned back in his desk uncomfortably. “A pleasure to meet you both,” he muttered, and searched for his pocket watch to deal with the sudden wave of anxiety that crushed his insides like a serpent coiled around a helpless rodent. “If you’ll excuse me, though, I really need to get my homework organized… thank you…”

When they had left, the blond snuck a peek at his wrist, hiding it under his desk. Sure enough, the mark was glowing again, bright and vivid. But who was Kuroba? And why would he kill him…?

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International Adversaries || worldsgreatestthieves

It was frustrating to work so hard, for so long, to still have the majority of his work with the police be relegated to the third division – theft. Hakuba wanted to be with the first, as homicide cases always offered something far more interesting than the greed and shortsightedness of most thieves. But, no. He was good at solving cases involving theft of all sorts, and his antics chasing Kaitou Kid had left a permanent scar on his curriculum vitae – he’d been type cast, and no amount of resolved murders would ever let him get past it.

This was why the young detective was hesitant when one of his contacts sent him a lead on the one and only Lupin; a thief far more menacing and experienced than Kaitou Kid. Not because it was a challenge, but because it would cement his fate with absolute certainty should he succeed. Was any accolade worth separating himself from where his interests truly lay? He doubted it, but took the lead, anyway.

After all, what kind of detective would he be if he just chose to ignore an international criminal simply because he was a thief? 

So he leaned against a column in the museum’s lobby, sipping coffee that had far too much sugar and cream to be healthy, and waited. How his contact had come across the information, he’d never know, but in theory, Lupin’s associates had been seen investigating an embezzlement coverup using imported artifacts, which meant that there was quite a bit of difficult-to-trace capital just waiting to be stolen. 

Yet it was all speculation. Would Lupin be coming? And, if so, were the alleged artifacts even the target? Was he just wasting his time?

It was a very high possibility. But at least he had his coffee. 

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The Hakuba (via meme prompt):

“Were I to find you tied up, blindfolded, and gagged on my bed… I’d likely take the gag off, first, and ask if you’d meant to be there that way. Depending on your answer, I suppose, I’d decide if I were to be naughty – stealing a kiss to start – or nice, and simply setting you loose with an apology and an offer to help catch whatever culprit. And then, if it turned out to be a roleplaying game, well… I suppose I’d rather catch you myself, anyway.”

The kurobakaitokid

Was that… Hakuba…?
All Kaito could see was darkness. A cloth-like material was obscuring his vision, firmly tied over his eyes. Tugging on his bonds as he attempted to turn towards where he had heard a voice…
“Mhpppfff! MHak…ku..pff…" 
In a muffled voice, he tried to call out despite the gag. 
Ugh, this is ridiculous. He had found himself in this… predicament since he woke up… having no recollection of how he ended up like this. It was a mystery… and it had been an hour already. Hoping desperately that he was not imagining voices, he tried once again, mumbling incomprehensibly against his gag. 
Release me, damn it.

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The detective really could not believe what he was seeing. It really was who he’d thought, bound, gagged, blindfolded… But how? And why? Hakuba glanced toward his windows, which were shut and appeared to be locked as per usual, then turned his attention back to the young man. 

"I’m going to take the gag off of you…” Hakuba warned in advance, putting one knee on the edge of the bed so that he could lean over, and remove said gag, being very careful not to get any of Kaito’s wild hair trapped between the knots. “So that you can tell me what’s going on. And then…”  With the gag removed, he shifted back, just somewhat. 

“And then I’m going to ask you if you’d meant to be here on my bed. Would you like me to remove the blind fold, or is this part of some trick, Kuroba-san? I’m afraid that I only play games where explicit consent is given; you’ll need to speak up if there’s some sort of ploy at work."