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phantom-thief-kid:

KID turned slightly and brought himself almost chest to chest with Hakuba. He whispered in Hakuba’s ear, “Why don’t I make it worth your while, Saguru?” Very, very tempting indeed.

Hakuba blinked.

Wait. What was going on? The use of his first name caught him off guard. He looked sideways at Kaitou, not moving, eyes widening as he considered the possibilities. It could be something sinister for all he knew. But Kid wouldn’t… and Kuroba certainly wouldn’t… 

A faint blush crept onto the half-Brit’s cheeks. What if…? 

“…What did you have in mind?” He asked, voice dropping to a whisper of his own. 

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Some Nights (blackfeatherswhitedoves)

blackfeatherswhitedoves:

Let the show begin indeed.

Inwardly Kaito- no, KID tonight- was slightly disappointed.  He’d gotten too good perhaps at predicting the movements of the police, and while the heist was going well, all the illusions in place and the crowd below screaming his name, the thief couldn’t help but feel like something was missing.  He’d have to put more effort into the next heist maybe, to make it more interesting.  Just because the targeted gem was safely tucked away inside his pants pocket, the police were properly baffled and lagging behind due to his tricks, and the crowd was entertained, didn’t mean KID would count this as a success.

He’d gotten a safe distance away, the police sounds fading as they went the other direction, and was left to his own thoughts for a moment.  Now was about the time he’d find a safe place to change before fully slipping away, but KID had gotten slightly off course and wasn’t near his designated place.  He wasn’t overly concerned, though.  That is, he wasn’t until he spotted a pair of black-clad figures just ahead of him.

The teen magician froze for only a split second before starting to sprint away.  It seemed it wasn’t a moment too soon either, as a gunshot rang out just to his right.  KID didn’t stop to hear whether they were giving chase;  if he had to bet, the answer was yes.

Just ahead was a fairly tall building, and KID could spot an easy way in.  Hoping he’d be able to lose his pursuers- as well as hoping the blueprints of this particular building was similar to ones he already knew- he slipped inside and headed for the roof.  If he could only get some height, perhaps he’d stand a chance.  It didn’t always work, but it was better than simply outrunning on foot.  The thief was in good shape, but not that good.

That was… odd. 

Hakuba moved to the edge of the roof, looking out at the street below and the approaching commotion. Was that KID just now? Why were they coming this way? 

The detective leaned over the railing edge, peering out to see if he could get a good look at whatever was happening. The police had gone off in the other direction, as could be expected, but what…? And why?

Hakuba had no idea that the very roof that Kaitou was headed for was the very same that he stood on.

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phantom-thief-kid:

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“I imagine it would count, yes.” KID listened to the list. Famous places that reminded him of other places he’d been to? Interesting. And the slight slip-up with using his real name was noted. There would be hell to pay if that became a regular occurrence and the press got wind of it.

“…I suppose that is a problem here. ‘The nail that stands out gets hammered down’ and all that. But I suppose I simply do not care for that. After all, a thief, especially one who defies the conventions of thieving, is not one to talk of the merits of conforming to the norm.”

“But I will say this. Belonging is what you make of it.” KID licked his lips. Very tempting… He moved just a bit closer to Hakuba.

Kuroba had a point. Or, he supposed Kaitou KID did, at any rate. Hakuba let out a slow, hesitant sigh. Unaware of what the thief’s current predicament was, the detective turned to look at Kaitou again, offering the faintest of smiles.

“I… will try to keep that in mind, Kaitou KID-san. My apologies for being so downcast on such a lovely night.” The smile broadened. “And after all that trouble to make me climb up here, too.”

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phantom-thief-kid:

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“Well, I prefer up over there.” KID pointed to the northeast. “The gliding there is excellent many nights and there’s quite a lot of shady places during the day.” 

He scratched the back of his head. Of course, now his debonair act starts breaking (even if just a bit) when he actually is interested in the person… “But what about you? Any favorite spots? I understand you’re not from around here and I’m not sure if you enjoy this place, but I am curious.”

“I’ve at least spent the culmination of six or seven years here, total over the span of my life… That ought to count for something by now, shouldn’t it?" 

Hakuba thought about it, gaze moving over the city contemplatively, standing still, but anxious, next to the thief. 

"Tokyo tower looks remarkably like the Eiffel tower…”  

But that said nothing of Japan’s own merits. He tried harder.  He pointed, stiffly.

“Rainbow Bridge is almost like the London Tower bridge.”

…but Rainbow Bridge was far, far off in the distance, and still, Hakuba wasn’t really helping anything. He frowned, and lowered his hand.

“There are plenty of lovely places here, Kaito…u-san…” He stammered the words awkwardly. “I suppose, though, when I look out at everything… I’m just reminded of how I don’t belong… if I’m to be honest about it.”

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Re: Cake

blackfeatherswhitedoves replied to your post: Question 013
You know I can’t allow you to show that cake and not share it, right?

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“Oh, well if you’d like some, you’re more than welcome to join me, Kuroba-kun. I would be quite happy to host!”

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“I suppose I could share with you, Kuroba-san… but only if you take it from my lips.” 

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“Who am I to deny the birthday boy? I’ll have Baaya send some over.”

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Question 013

“Ah, tonight we’re having Japanese curry rice. It’s a wonderful comfort food and, while vastly different from Indian curry, reminds me of home. In London, Indian Curries are all the rage – nothing else quite compares to its robust flavor and spice. Japanese curry is more savory and, while still possessing the capacity for heat, is more about being a stew than a milky sauce. All the same, I rather enjoy it, and am pleased to be able to find it just about anywhere in Japan.”

“Doesn’t that look delicious? In case you were interested in making it yourself, I have found an easy to follow recipe for your convenience:

"Along with dinner, I think a nice Moscato wine will make a wonderful accompaniment." 

"And finally, for dessert… Chocolate Strawberry Shortcake, in honor of Kuroba Kaito’s birthday.”

“I hope that he’s having a lovely evening… I must admit that I was a little too shy to really approach him about it myself.” 

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phantom-thief-kid:

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“…I apologize. I’ve never been and this was a bit on the fly.” KID maintained his pokerface, but internally facepalmed himself. That’s right, that’s where Hakuba was calling from during the Chat Noir case instead of joining in the hunt.

Ah… perhaps he’d been a little too cold.  Hakuba frowned, looking down at the city after that, chiding himself. Kaitou was trying. “No, no; no apologies necessary. It’s… nice, actually, taking in the sights with someone else for once." 

The detective steeled himself, then looked back at the thief with a hesitant smile.

"I see your point… Thank you for bringing me here. Ah, what is your favorite part? Of the city, I mean." 

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kazuha–toyama:

Kazuha stared blankly at him and became slightly agitated when he told her not to yell. She liked to yell – especially when she thought someone was acting like an aho.

Kazuha, however, wasn’t going to say that. It’d be rude and that is after all why she’d yelled at him in the first place. She tried to keep a noticeable smile on her face as she listened carefully to his words. 

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Kazuha stood in a particularly awkward stance  as the detective paced around her -she couldn’t help but follow his movements with her eyes. 

“Oi…” Kazuha whispered quietly a small blush on her face as she’d turned to face him. “I am a 2-dan in aikido, so no further need ta inspect me a’right?” Kazuha said slightly embarrassed before raising a brow to him.

“My weaknesses?” Kazuha inquired “Why’d ya wanna know my weakness?”  

“Ah…” Hakuba blanched. That was not what he had been expecting. “I was going to use the information to determine what your passion was, but… ah, I suppose it’s Aikido." 

Well. Okay then. 

Sheepishly, Hakuba rubbed the back of his head with a hand, then looked onward. The mall was in sight. 

"Let us… resume our quest, then, and procure a new mobile phone for you, ne, Toyama-chan?”

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phantom-thief-kid:

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“Haven’t you ever stopped to look at the city at night? Just stopping for a bit, instead of running about, and enjoying it?” KID was on the ledge, looking out to the city. “Nice, isn’t it?”

Hakuba raised a brow, watching the thief. The city at night was nothing new to him. He’d often brought himself to places like this in the dead of night to think, to be alone. But Kaitou wouldn’t know that, would he? The detective wet his lips with his tongue, then approached, gaze steady on KID instead.

“It’s something,” he said softly, noncommittally. Hakuba glanced briefly at the view when he was closer, then back at Kaitou. “But it’s not Paris.”

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phantom-thief-kid:

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KID bounded forward, a large grin on his face. He led Hakuba through a few side streets and up a fire escape attached to a rather tall building, moving quickly. (Probably a bit fast, considering how he was much more used to these sorts of things than his stuffy cohort.)

“Well, great detective, there are things that you probably don’t get much of a chance to experience. After all, whenever you’re usually on rooftops, your focus is on catching me. It’s rather a shame, because then you miss some things.” He waited at the top, still grinning.

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Hakuba was careful in his routine to include daily exercise. This usually meant going for a walk or playing badminton. Fencing, on occasion. Jogging, when he could find someone to go with him. He was, in fact, considered physically fit. But climbing buildings with speed was not something that he practiced often, which may explain, in part, why he really was never that good at catching Kaitou KID in the first place. 

When he reached the top of the ladder, panting, the detective gave KID a tired, unamused look, then pulled himself up onto the roof top. 

“…you don’t say,” Hakuba muttered, gathering himself up to stand. “And what, pray tell, am I missing out on?”

But at least he wasn’t Nakamori-keibu, and would have his breath back again momentarily.