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Catching Up With Fate

kuroba-k:

Kaito memorised it as a good thing that Hakuba apparently didn’t look forward, but yet seemed ready to get through all this. It was a sign that the detective wasn’t going down the road of accepting all the pain or even thinking he deserved it and chances also were very high for him not to be whiny and render the whole therapy inefficient because he wouldn’t go and challenge himself. So, Hakuba turned out to be a promising patient so far.
The therapist answered with a loopsided grin that made him look more than a little mischieveous. “I’ll be happy if you talk to me about the pain and what bothers you. Especially if it increases or decreases during anything I do or ask you to do, none of your comments will be stupid to me, even if you might feel silly at first. But, I’m being honest with you, because I know you can take it. I’m not too fond of people whining for compassion or attention. You already have both from my side, just as much as admiration, actually, for taking this road instead of the easy one of accepting a ‘fate’.” Then he turned around to go and disinfect his hands properly. “Complaining is fine though and perfectly understandable.”

“I need you to take off your shoes, socks and the trousers. If you feel uncomfortable just in your underwear I can give you a towel and I’ll have a cover ready if you’re getting cold. But I need full view on your injuries.” The room though was an appropriate temperature for Kaito to wear short sleeves all the time, so patients wouldn’t get cold too fast.

While everything so far had been more or less standard and what Hakuba was used to, and the compliments appreciated, it struck him only after the fact that he was going to have to get undressed in front of his old classmate. He hesitated, immediately squinting to look over at Kaito with an expression of, well, horror. 

“Shoes, socks, and trousers,” he repeated, then let out a sigh as he glanced down at his offending leg again. “All right…” Hakuba knew it was necessary, but that fact didn’t really do anything for his sudden dread. As if being poked and prodded weren’t enough… He’d had a crush on the man in high school, for god’s sake. Huff.

“I do get to keep my shirt on, at least, right…?” Although his question was hopeful in tone, the detective was anything but as he carefully maneuvered himself to sit on the side of the table again, doing anything he could to avoid additional pain in the movements. 

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Waiting Pleasantries

patientxpetals:

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   The auburnette felt a pang of unease, her shoulders shifting slightly when she realized that he was staring at her far more closely than most strangers did. She habitually pushed a lock of her hair from her face, but used the motion to hide the color that came to her cheeks as well.

   ”I—It’s all right, ask whatever ya want.” She couldn’t begin to imagine what he wanted to ask her and why it called for a warning, but she was an open book. There was very little she was willing to share, especially if it were as simple as admitting what her favorite flower.

   Madison remained silent for a second, then burst into a fit of giggles into both of her hands.

   ”Oh, gosh. That ain’t forward at all! I’m fond of peonies, and they are fun t’ work with. ‘Fact, I got a bush or two back home that I’m takin’ care of.” She sighed softly.

   ”They’re just so cute an’ soft, and they got th’ best smell. Well, most of ‘em do. There are some that smell like fish, but I ain’t ever smelled those before. The ones in my garden smell like roses an’ citrus. Oh, did ya know the roots are used fer medicine? I——
                   Oh, shoot. M’sorry, m’ ramblin’…”

Now that was charming. The detective chuckled, lifting a hand to cover his mouth as he did so, amused at her reaction. “Oh, please, no, it’s wonderful. There’s nothing more enchanting than listening to a passionate person speak of what they love most.”

Hakuba offered what he hoped was a warm and reassuring smile, no longer giving off the analytical feeling, which he’d only intended to be humorous, anyway. Absently tugging at the collar of his milfold coat, he broke his gaze to give her a moment of reprieve and glanced up at the bus stop sign, instead. 

“They’re beautiful, though. Peonies. I’ve always been fond of how they look like living watercolor. Delicate petals in various strokes and washes of paint. Very fine choice. Are they difficult to care for?”

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The Meaning of the Monocle

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“Huh, oh No thank you.” He answered and kissed him lightly. He was back to watching the movie and jumping slightly when the car flipped. He made a slightly protest then a squeak when the car caught fire and blew up. 

The kiss was so easily given and easily received; Hakuba didn’t even quite know what to think about it. Were things supposed to be this simple? Even after all of the drama earlier, it just seemed so normal. Baffled, the blond poured himself more wine, content to be drinking it himself they were supposed be sharing it. 

Really, it was too good to waste, and it had to be enjoyed then. Which he did, lazily rubbing his thumb over Kaito’s shoulder while the movie went on. Since he’d already seen it, his thoughts continued to drift over everything, leaving him wondering, again, just how they’d gotten to this point when just two weeks earlier, they’d been yelling at each other in Kaito’s kitchen.

Odd, so odd, how things turn out. But then Kuroba had given him the monocle, and, in turn, that much-needed closure. But… hm. He drank more, thoughtfully, and wondered.  

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Idle Weather Shop Talk

askseramasumi:

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“Yeah, that’s right. For the past couple of years. That’s really where I started to take on serious cases,” she explained, though she was still on alert. Masumi could be sociable and still keep some secrets.

“If you’re Hakuba Saguru, then I guess that explains a lot. You’re the Superintendent General’s son and a private detective too.” She had heard of him a couple of times, mostly during Kaitou Kid heists which he had failed to attend for any number of reasons. After experiencing that level of foolishness and puzzlement, she couldn’t blame him for using any excuse to get out of it.

Ah, disappointment vanished, Hakuba’s smile quirked at one corner of his lips, brows raising in appreciation at Sera’s knowledge. “Absolutely right, yet again,” he said, nodding to her. “You’re two for two thus far." 

It would be exaggerating to say that he was impressed, but he was at least pleased with their conversation as it stood. The blond detective wasn’t one to get overly excitable with people that he’d just met, particularly not with the fairer sex, and so simply went back to his coffee for a moment. 

Then, after another taste of hazelnut and whipped cream, he gave an idle hum. "Are you enjoying the work here?" 

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The Meaning of the Monocle

smokebombsandmirrors:

Kaito felt himself smile like a stupid giddy school girl and tucked in himself with his own slice.

The beginning of the movie, at least at a certain scene almost ended in him loosing his cake. He just barely managed to set it down before burying in close to Hakuba his face hiding into his neck and arms wrapped around him. They had to pause it briefly so he could come out from behind as the movie continued he remain wear his was occasionally moving away to take large bites out of his cake.

Right now he was tense and focus on Jack’s escaped he barely noticed pressing against the other and taking his hand into his. Whispering ‘come on, come on’ over and over again under his breath.

Hakuba did feel bad about the piranhas, as he’d expected, but had no problem at all with the turn of events. His arms remained open, welcoming, and he found that it was so much easier to hold him than he ever expected it to be. It’d been so long since he’d done anything like this with someone. Thoughts of those days hurt, but watching Kaito’s reactions to the film eased the pain of bad memories, and soon he was only thinking about the present.

It helped that he continued to drink the wine, too, finishing the glass over time and reaching for the bottle for more. The alcohol soothed him, eased those anxieties out like a steam press on cloth. He relaxed. The wine was good, the cake was good, the film was good, and his boyfriend… Hakuba stole another glance down at him, smirking in appreciation… was more than he’d ever hoped for. 

He squeezed his hand, leaning his head on him, and glanced at the screen again. It was charming that Kaito was so into it. Irresistibly cute. 

“More wine?” he murmured into his hair. 

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Lost Keys || osakandetectivehattori

osakandetectivehattori:

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Hattori thought everything was fine, until Hakuba started to thrash, claw and push. He had to lean forward to stop the blond from falling off his back and into another car. He cursed and let go, moving to pin the other against his own car and looked him dead in the eye. That was when he noticed they were dilated and he cursed a second time; he was drugged. He chewed on his bottom lip, keeping him pinned so he couldn’t hurt himself or Hattori.

“Hakuba listen!” He gently shook the other. “Ya have been drugged, if ya try an’ drive ya will likely ge’ us both killed!” He tried to reason with him. “Who ever drugged ya is on their way. Ya can’ run like this, so imma carry ya, okay? I will come back fer yere key’s, bu’ ya need ta calm down an’ le’ me help ya!”

The blond detective froze when he was pinned against the car, for a moment disoriented and shocked. That scent was so familiar. That voice. He knew it. Hakuba shook his head. Of course he knew it– it was Hattori Heiji, his rival and colleague. He took in a deep breath, chest heaving against the other, and looked away, scanning the dimly lit street with panic. 

“Doesn’t matter if we run,” Hakuba said, voice and body shaking. “I need the keys. You don’t understand… I need the keys… and the… the sample…”  He struggled against Hattori again, trying to get into his pockets – but of course he’d emptied those all out onto the concrete just minutes ago. “Where… where is everything? Where did it go? Where was it taken? Hattori, you don’t understand!" 

It was the fear that motivated him primarily, but not so much that of having lost the keys, the drug dealers that were after him, or even the Osakan that had filled him with anxiety on more than one occasion… it was the fact that he couldn’t keep a grip on his mind that really terrified him. There were the lights, everything kept moving, and he had to fight. He had to. Sneering, he tried to push Hattori away, using the rental car as leverage, throwing every bit of weight that he had into it. 

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The Meaning of the Monocle

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He tilted his head in confusion but replied eager. “Don’t worry about it. Let’s watch it.”

Although something tugged at the detective with guilt, Hakuba did as requested and got it set up. “I’ll warn you ahead of time,” he said, glancing over to Kaito while biting his lip. “But I hope it’ll be worth it. It’s all about, well, stealing as I previously mentioned, and magic. It’s one of my favorites in this genre." 

Almost giddy, he adjusted his position on the couch again to get comfortable, then tucked into his slice of chocolate cake which, somehow, went very well with the particular selection of wine. What better way to spend the evening? Dinner be damned, dessert forever!

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The Meaning of the Monocle

smokebombsandmirrors:

“The door will always be open at anytime.” He smiled and chased away the demons. “The drinks will be free. The owner won’t mind." 

He laughed and finished off the wine in his glasses. Setting it down on the table he leaned back against the back of it and sighed content with life at the moment.

Chuckling, Hakuba gave him a look, then nodded, leaning back into the corner of the couch. "That’s very generous of him. I’ll definitely have to drop by when I can. Perhaps challenge him to a round or two of cards or…” He laughed again, shaking his head. 

“God I can just see that ending in disaster. Perhaps I ought to save my pride and change topics, hm? I was thinking we could watch a heist film. I’ve one in mind, even… I think you’ll like it, though it is American…" 

Carefully balancing the plate of cake on his knee, Hakuba leaned forward to take the remote in his hand, turning on the TV and flipping through the digital movie catalog. "Actually, you might have seen it, given the subject matter… Now You See Me is the title.” A pause.

“…there is a brief scene with… well, it may be a little frightening, but I can skip over that part. If you’re interested." 

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The Meaning of the Monocle

smokebombsandmirrors:

Kaito watched him then looked to the ground and smiled sadly. “He never would. That was Jii, eternally loyal. He was in fact very much involved in my moonlighting because of that …. “

He fell silent again. The image of Jii’s broken body flashed painfully in front of his face. He shook he head and took another long swallow of wine. “I inherited the Blue Parrot after he passed.” 

“…does that mean that I can still come to visit?” Hakuba asked, tilting his head with a lopsided smile. It didn’t surprise him that Jii had been involved with the KID stuff. After all, no one that good at cards and sleight of hand was completely innocent of trickery. Always beating him. Dammit. The detective missed him very much.

He took another sip of wine. “You don’t have to give me drinks if you insist, but the atmosphere was quite nice." 

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The Meaning of the Monocle

smokebombsandmirrors:

“Sounds great.” He chirped and crossed to where the plates were. Performing a balancing act he moved them and him self to the couch. Once the plates were settled on the table he sat.

Kaito stared into the wine for a moment before taking a long pull. It was good far better than anything he could have bought. He sighed and felt the tears pool behind his eyes.

“It was Jii. He picked it out. There was a note underneath the bottle saying: ‘Kai-bocsama, this wine is for you and the person who you find in this life that you can’t live with out. I hope you can find your happiness. Forever Loyal, Jii.’.” He said softly lost in the memories. Turning he looked back up to Hakuba. “Relationship aside, even if we remained as friends this bottle still applies. I hope you don’t mind the forwardness of it.”

Hakuba resisted the urge to call Kaito out for being a showoff with the plates, and instead just brought his glass to the couch, carefully pulling himself up onto it in one corner, legs and all. With one hand against the arm, he braced himself enough to fold his legs under him, knees out, and settled, watching his companion, letting him finish before leaning forward to take one of the plates. 

“No, not at all,” he said after a moment, voice quiet in respect for the man. “I’m touched… both that you consider me that way, and by your relationship with him. I only knew him as a patron, really, but he was a good man. Billiards, cards…” The detective sighed, looking down at the glass in his hand. “The occasional drink despite being underage…" 

His gaze went back to Kaito and he smiled. It was sad, but there was still plenty of warmth behind it. "I liked him quite a bit.” A pause. “And if he was involved with your moonlighting, he never betrayed you to me, despite my nosing around. Not even once.”