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Some Nights (blackfeatherswhitedoves)

blackfeatherswhitedoves:

KID ignored Hakuba for the moment, though not without reason.  His queries seemed obnoxiously stupid, and there were other things to figure out.  Testing the wind, he quickly scanned the cityscape from what he could see around the building, doing a few calculations in his head that would probably make his teacher cry.  Again.

“I’m not fond of your involvement either, Hakuba-san.  However, it seems unavoidable.  I’m not going to insult your intelligence by actually answering those questions.”

KID then glanced toward the door, the hair on the back of his neck standing up a little.  It wasn’t so much what he heard as a general feeling, instincts kicking in.  Without another word, he grabbed Hakuba’s arm roughly and pulled him away from the door, only able to get a few feet away before the door was kicked open and the night seemed to light up with gunfire.

There was no more time.  Not for instruction, not for warning, not for sentient thought.  KID did the only thing he knew to do; he took off running for the edge of the rooftop, Hakuba still in tow.  Not slowing down, he clutched the blonde to his chest, taking a step up to the ledge and using it as a vaulting point to propel both of them into the air.  He angled their bodies precisely, twisting into the sky as the freefall began.

The gunfire kept up as they fell, though it was only long enough for KID to hold Hakuba tighter and hit the button on his belt to launch his hang glider.  Now he chanced only one command:  “Hold on tight as you’re able.”

No warning, indeed.

Hakuba had time to open his mouth, intent on barking a snappy retort, before the shots were fired. At that point, he decided to put his energy into running instead of debating. He wasn’t sure what KID’s plan was, right up until he reached the ledge of the building.

“Ah – wait!" 

The cold air whipped past the pair and the detective wrapped his arms around the thief, not needing to be asked twice. Or once, even. What in the hell was Kaitou doing?!

The detective might have screamed, but the moment the glider engaged, he only had the presence of mind to grip harder, scrambling to find purchase with his legs around him. He could have easily been thrown… but managed to hold on, gasping, eyes wide and wild. Such was the detective’s surprise that he did not notice the blood from his arm or the tear in his suit jacket, splattering against the white coat of the thief.

"KAITOUwhatdoyouthinkyou’redoingyou’regoingtogetuskilled!” he hissed anxiously… and might have demanded to be set down but, as Hakuba stole a glance at the rushing buildings and pavement, thought better of it.

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detectivephiliac:

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Yes, thank you for the tea by the way. Perhaps once this case is over, we could do something like this again sometime…?

*She glances over at him when she says that, and steps away from the chairs.*

“I would like that very much, Kirigiri-san. It has been wonderfully refreshing to go over a case with someone as lovely and brilliant as you… and a social call, I imagine, would be even better." 

Hakuba moved to the door and opened it, holding it open for her with a polite bow.

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Pride

  • Pride: Something that I like about myself.

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“I like to think that I’m very precise and accurate. I go to great lengths to be as perfect as I claim… and have no qualms in admitting when I’m wrong and correcting the error. I’m a lot more humble than some of my colleagues…”

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Already knew about that and elevators. Hm.. exhibitionism?

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“I’m a very private person with my personal life… The same ‘come hither’ comment from someone will get a very different reaction from me, depending on the setting. I like secret notes, discrete touches, and whispers when others are around.

“That said, I… may not mind watching… but only if it does not actively intrude on the privacy of others.” 

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phantom-thief-kid:

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“Yeah, I suppose that makes sense.” That did leave a few questions in his mind about why they were going there over private matters instead of work. Maybe it was due to mixing work and pleasure, with how he appeared as KID instead of Kaito?

KID did have to wonder about the intimidation factor that could come from having to visit the Superintendent’s house. It was one thing to visit the Inspector’s place, because he was pretty lax when not on the hunt, but KID didn’t really have any experience with the elder Hakuba. (Speaking of which, that charity event was coming up soon. Hopefully it wouldn’t land on perigee. That could end badly.)

When the elevator reached the floor, KID walked out and looked at Hakuba with curiostiy. To be frank, he didn’t know which room number Hakuba had gotten and he wasn’t sure which direction of the hall to go down.

Hakuba pointed to the left, then stepped out of the elevator and continued walking at a brisk pace. “We’re in room 1736." 

There was a lot more that the detective wanted to say, but decided to hold onto until they were actually in the room. The hallway was abandoned, but Hakuba didn’t feel like taking the risk when the room was so close. 

He came to an abrupt halt and flashed the room keys, offering one to KID while sliding the other into the locking mechanism.

"This one is for you, so that you can come and go as you please.”

Hakuba hoped that it wouldn’t sound too… presumptuous. The room was theirs until eleven the next morning, but that didn’t mean they needed to use it. Actually, he still wasn’t sure what was going to happen. Still, he’d meant the key card as a sign of respect. He would not cage the phantom thief – not tonight.

The LED on the lock flickered green and the detective pulled the handle, pushing the door open to reveal a… well, room as nice and fitting as could be expected. Large, with plush carpets, king bed, couch and arm chair with coffee table, executive working desk, small minibar, and an excessive flat-screen tv. Being a reward member had its perks, apparently.

Smirking faintly, Hakuba went in ahead this time, stepping against the wall to hold the heavy door open, looking to the coffee table. “Ah, good, they brought the scotch up already.”

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askkudoushinichi:

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He laughed much louder than he had intended and tried to calm himself down quickly. It wouldn’t be good to offend him.

“Yes, I know it well. My best friend lives there but you should know that. You’ve met her.”

It wasn’t so much a slip as a carefully placed observation. It wouldn’t be too odd for him to know something like that. “I believe it was some sort of case involving the Sunset Mansion? She commended you on your acting skills.”

He… was laughing. 

While it was a wonderful sound in some ways, it was devastating in others. Hakuba sheepishly shuffled, pushing his hands into his pockets.

“Ah, yes… we’ve met. I didn’t realize that you two were friends, however. I suppose you’re in the same school district as her, aren’t you?”

Why hadn’t he put that together before? Actually, he likely had when adding the database entry for Ran, but it had never occurred to him that it would be remotely important. 

“I’m pleased to hear that she mentioned the case to you, however." 

The excitement, replaced with sheepish reservation, left the foreign detective with a feeling of unease. 

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askkudoushinichi:

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“That might actually be a good idea.” As long as you don’t try to dig too deep.

Hakuba seemed almost – what was the word? – elated to have met him. How strange. He had met the teenaged detective a few times in the past and he had to admit that he had never seen him so excited about anything. Hakuba had always been frustratingly supercilious in the past.

And did he just stutter…?

“…did you want to have lunch then?” he asked as an afterthought. “I’ll walk with you.”

Yes, yes he did just stutter. 

Finally, a chance to meet Kudou Shinichi and Hakuba was destroying all of his own credibility, one stupidly misplaced word at a time. Fortunately, Kudou-san seemed to be in a forgiving mood. Thank God.

“Lunch would be perfect, yes. The cafe not too far from here seems to offer a fair selection as well as tea. Poirot Cafe, perhaps you’ve been there? It’s right underneath that Mouri Kogoro’s Detective Agency.”

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detectivephiliac:

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… Thank you, Hakuba-san. It’s quite refreshing, to talk to someone about a case… and not be accusing them of the crime. I feel something came out of this discussion…

*She stood up from the chair rather abruptly.*

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I suppose this is where I take my leave. Good luck, Hakuba-san.

“And to you, Kirigiri-san. Again, please do not hesitate to call me if you come across anything.”

Hakuba stepped away from the fireplace, hands returning to his sides. “It was a pleasure to meet you, and I appreciate your joining me for tea. I do hope that we can resolve this matter soon. Please allow me to see you out.”

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kazuha–toyama:

Kazuha tried to say something but when she’d opened her mouth, no words came out. It was strange – she’d never had this happen to her before, she couldn’t speak! 

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Kazuha had began to get feeling back in her body as she’d felt Hakuba’s hand guiding hers towards the wound and just pressuring it there. Had he really called Heiji? It didn’t seem as if Heiji would ever be so frien’ly on de phone with him. He’d deffinaitely be yelling… That’s fer sure… Perhaps Hakuba-kun was jus’ trying to calm meh? Kazuha thought her eyes instantaneously softening as she looked to the detective.

“A’ight” Kazuha managed to squeak out as Hakuba let go of the handkerchief, her hand quickly dropped and Kazuha raised a brow. She’d felt it at least, she’d also felt his suit jacket wrap around her shoulders and at that a small smile tugged at her lips – she then took her hand back up to her face and kept applying pressure to her cheek.

“Hm” Kazuha mumbled lightly as her eyes had followed him over to the crossbow. Kazuha hated this feeling, she’d felt so… Wronged. She hadn’t even known who or why someone would target her – that’s when the curiosity had taken hold of her body and she turned slightly holding his jacket in place as she reached into her locker to grab the note.

Once she’d retrieved it she pivoted herself back around and read the front… TOYAMA, KAZUHA…. She’d stared at the handwriting closely as she bit her lip and decided it was time to read it. She gently pealed it open – while trying not to capture the detectives attention she hadn’t noticed a small picture fall from within the note.

Kazuha then held it in front of her and read…I’M COMING FOR YOU.

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Kazuha tilted her head slightly and set her hand – along with the note and the handkerchief on the ground and sighed heavily.

Hakuba made the call, speaking in hushed tones to the dispatchers. Police officers and an ambulance. Call the security in charge of the building. Get in touch with the owner. He was certain that Kazuha would be all right; her wound wasn’t terrible and while it would need to be taken care of, as well as the shock, she seemed to be handling it relatively well…

He glanced over at her while waiting for confirmation on the other end of the phone and frowned. Great. She’d relapsed. 

The detective made his way back to her, crouching down once more to take the handkerchief, seeing the note in the process. He nudged it with an unsoiled section of cloth, and took a calming breath.  Turning back to the girl, he gently wiped at her face as proficiently as he could without the aid of water.

“Toyama-chan, you promised to stay calm…"