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“Glad to hear it,” Kaito said with a wink. He settled back into his position, head resting on Hakuba’s shoulder. “Guests should be made comfortable, after all.”

Still, back of his mind, he thought of the time. Sunset would be at about seven. He nuzzled Hakuba just a bit, trying to get a bit more comfortable himself. 

“Mm.” 

Ah, the nuzzling. Hakuba shivered, and considered the practical merits of potentially cuddling back at Kaito. He was more likely to raise his core temperature that way, certainly, and there was no doubt that he would enjoy it. The problem was that Kaito was not one of his conquests, so the detective had all of the want, but none of the skill accessible that he’d need to really be suave. 

But that’s not what it was about anyway, was it? Kaito was being friendly, and a good host. And perhaps there was more between them than awkward acquaintanceship/rivalry. 

Rosy cheeked and face looking like a dog getting into something it knows it shouldn’t, Hakuba shifted some to sneak his arm around Kaito’s back and shoulders. For warmth. 

“So… ah, what do you have in mind for your performance at the charity event? You had quite the scheming face earlier…” 

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Have Some Candy!

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“You ARE very WELCOME! Baa!” She said with the smile as she stared at the teenage human while she gave some of her candy to him, “♈ never MET a SMART, FR♈ENDLY, and VERY loyal DETECT♈VE l♈ke YOU ♈n MY l♈fe. But ♈ d♈ed TO meet ONE for YEARS.”

And she began to wonder what Zodiac sign he is. Mentioning his personality and yes, great skills he has, he might be a Aries like her. Or maybe a Scorpio or Capricorn. She knows that feminine signs are the signs that are considered to be strong through thought for a astrologist and also a unpopular detective. She’s been reading tons of astrology books since she was small. She had been always tried to gather more information and add new Zodiacs with new names.

She remembered making up three by the name Aruquois, the fourteenth sign that resembles “The Cat”, Tersoinak, the fifteenth and “The Blind Prince”, and Relafine, the sixteenth and “The Two Headed Mouse”. But the thing was she had no idea where her signs must be in. So she gave up on them since.

She wanted to ask him tons of questions… But she was very scared at the same time… On the other side of her, she wondered if he will end up killing her. Will he hurt her? What will he do to her? In the human world, all she knows is that horses are also the main targets of hunters for lunch, dinner, and, to make things worse, also used as decorations… She was very frightened.

“…♈ hate THE reasons WHY ♈’m HATED…” She accidentally said, “Nobody L♈KES me…”

“I wouldn’t worry too much about that. Who could hate a little goat like you? After all, you have candy.. and you can talk. I suppose there might be a little concern about offering candy to complete strangers, but who can resist a talking goat creature?”

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Epilogue: Fancy Feline Hour -2/4

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Confusion and pain were the two words Hakuba put together as he returned to consciousness. The third was ‘annoying,’ which was in reference to his the ringtone assigned to Baaya in his phone. He lifted his head, scraping his cheek against the bark of the tree that he was in, and frowned.

It was dark. And he was naked. In a tree. 

The detective very carefully pulled himself into a sit, feet bracing him against the sturdy branch beneath him. Memories shaken, the only thing he could think of to do was to answer the phone, which he did.

“Ah, mo-”

“Saguru-kun! Where in blue blazes are you?! We’ve been trying to call you for the last three hours!”

Hakuba grimaced, pulling the phone away from his ear. “Ah, Baaya… what time is it?”

“WELL PAST TIME TO GET YOUR FANNY BACK HERE! Your father is about to send out a search and rescue squad!”

Oh. Right. The missed dinner appointment… not answering his phone… Things completely unlike his usual behavior. But then, he’d just been a cat, so that was to be expected. And on that note, the tie around his neck was rather uncomfortably tight. 

“I’ll be home soon, Baaya… I just need to figure out how to… get out of this tree…”

“Tree?”

“Yeah, I fell asleep in it earlier. That’s why I missed your calls.”

“Just… climb down and get home, okay, young master?”

“It’s a little more complicated than that, Baaya…" 

"What?” The concerned tone went flat again. “What do you mean?”

“Ah, well, you see…”

“I don’t like that tone you’re using, young master…”

“I may have fallen asleep naked?”

“What…?”

“In a tree.”

“Right, I understood that part, young master.”

“Right outside of the court house." 

There was silence for a moment. Then a sigh. "I’ll bring a car and a change of clothes…”

“Oh, no need for that. I can see them from here; they’re underneath the bench just south from the tree.”

More silence.

“I put them there for safe keeping.”

“…Your mother may be fine with these new age protests, but your father and I do not share the same opinion, Saguru-kun! Honestly, what were you thinking?!”

“That I was very tired, to be quite honest.”

“…Never mind. I’ll be there in fifteen. Don’t… move or you’ll risk being caught and…”

“I wouldn’t dream of such a thing, Baaya.” Pause. “Oh, and Baaya… about Papa…”

“If you manage to avoid being charged with public indecency, I will spare him the information.”

“You’re wonderful, Baaya… have I told you that recently?”

“Yes, which is what worries me. I’ll see you soon.”

Hakuba waited for the woman to disconnect before he did the same, and finished pulling the tie off from around his neck. There didn’t seem to be many out and about at this time of night, which was lucky for him  As long as no one had seen him and had taken photos stealthily, he ought to be just fine… Maybe… 

Hm. The tie that he’d stolen, he discovered, was actually quite nice. He’d have to stop by some time soon to offer patronage. 

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Fancy Feline Hour 04/04

A short while later, the cat that Hakuba had turned into began to feel very, very worn out. After all, the past three hours had been full of adventures. Walking, running, chasing, climbing, catching, murdering, more walking, stealing, and forcing paws to do things that they were not technically supposed to be able to do. 

Something about all of this, and the whole superiority complex that had been accentuated in the transformation, had his body moving into a curled up position by itself.

But, no! He had an hour left of the cursed M!A, and he was already an hour late to dinner with his father. No eclairs, no books, and no tea. Heatbreaking, really. Which made him feel even more exhausted. 

Would tea even taste good… to a cat?

The thought forced him to his paws, and he walked back to the courthouse proper, dug out his phone from the pile of clothes, and inspected the time because he couldn’t get his pocket watch to open. Yes, fifty two minutes precisely until the transformation would be over. It would be easy to take a twenty minute catnap for optimum efficiency, drag the clothing to a more private location, and then get dressed without any drama. Then, he could call his father, apologize, and reschedule. Simple. 

He picked the phone up in his mouth and carried it with him to the nearest tree, scaling it somewhat awkwardly from the bulk in his jaws. But once he was settled in the broad crook of a network of branches, he was able to grasp the device in his paws and set an alarm. 

Then, before he quite finished saving the new settings, he fell into a deep, blissful sleep. 

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Fancy Feline Hour 03/04

After the sparrow incident, Hakuba took great care in grooming himself and then walked back toward the court house. He was shaken, and frightfully aware of how the humans he passed looked at him. They knew that he was guilty. Didn’t have a collar, no tag or license, had killed a harmless little bird in the park – where children were present, no less! It was a dark, dark day for Hakubby. 

Just as he was beginning to feel new levels of pity for himself, he found himself in front of a suit shop. Hm. He sat in front of it, head tilting first one way, then the other. Ears perking, the cat managed a smile. 

Ah! So that’s what was missing! A TIE. 

In an effort to feel more human and subsequently like himself (??), Hakuba strolled into the shop and nodded to the attendant on his way to the rack with all of the ties, tail lazily flicking back and forth as he made his selection.

The shopkeeper stared in amazement, unsure of how to handle the situation, and only got out from behind the counter as the Hakuba cat made his way to the front with the tie clenched gently in its teeth. 

“You… have to pay for that…”  the shopkeeper offered lamely, frowning as the cat ignored him and walked right out the door again.

Fifteen or so minutes later, Hakuba sat on another bench near the courthouse, pleased at his quick and clever work of figuring out how to get it on and tied in a passable Windsor knot. His father would have complained, but he was a cat, for god’s sake. And- he realized then – he’d just committed yet another crime. 

Somehow, he couldn’t bring himself to care.

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phantom-thief-kid:

Kaito noted the slight silver necklace, but just put it in the back of his mind. As much as Hakuba tried to hide it, Kaito was used to sleight of hand.

Why Hakuba was doing so being the foremost question Kaito had, but the awkwardness made him hold his tongue. Another sign, he noted wearily, that his KID persona was really starting to change him. He would have asked a lot of questions if this were to have happened much earlier. (…Though this probably wouldn’t have happened in the first place at that point in time.)

As Hakuba got the other shirt, Kaito unfolded the blanket and draped it over their laps. “Warmer?”

When all of the changing nonsense was done, and Hakuba had put his shirt over the arm of the couch, he nodded. “Yes. I think so." 

Part of that was the heated embarrassment that had reached his ears. Another was still being so close to Kaito. But the warm, dry shirt had actually helped considerably, though it did fit a bit snugly, as he’d expected. 

But, the worst was over, and it was time to relax. He turned his head to look at Kaito, offering a somewhat sheepish, hesitant smile. "Thank you, Kuroba-kun. I think this will do quite nicely.”

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Fancy Feline Hour 02/04

Somehow, the terrain under Hakuba’s paws had turned from cement and asphalt to grass and sod. He blinked, glancing at his surroundings. He was in a park of some kind… one ten or fifteen minutes away from the court house by foot. He flexed his claws, curious at the bits of bark that fell from them. Had he been in a tree? 

It was then that he noticed the tangy, metallic taste in his mouth, and the feathers that gathered at his feet. 

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He spit the catch out and to the grass, but by then it was far too late. The sparrow was only partially there, and if Hakuba had to guess, the other half was in his stomach. With a moan, he rubbed at his face furiously with a paw, trying in desperation to wipe the blood off. But none of it could erase his horror and despair.  

Oh God, I’ve killed again!

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Thunder

phantom-thief-kid:

Kaito blinked, snapped out of his thoughts. “Oh, right… Uh, sure…” Noting the blush around Hakuba’s cheeks, he got up and headed off to his room. He grabbed a long-sleeved shirt and a blanket from his closet. Coming back, he sat down next to Hakuba again, holding out the shirt, with the blanket still under his arm. (After Hakuba was done, he planned to drape the blanket over them.)

“Do you wish for me to turn away to protect your modesty?” He grinned just a bit. “I don’t know if you have some weird British thing about changing shirts.”

Well, he didn’t have a weird thing about changing shirts until about fifteen seconds ago. But by that point, it was a matter of pride. Hakuba shook his head. “N-no… I don’t mind…”

Except that he did mind… because he was still wearing the cross. 

The detective hesitantly took the shirt and set it in his lap, reaching up to the collar of his current shirt to begin unbuttoning it. Why did he always have to wear button-up collared shirts? It would only prolong the agony. 

But maybe he could take it off when he took off the shirt? Some kind of sleight of hand witchcraft that would hide it. As the buttons came free, and subsequently the cross, he tried to palm it into his hand and hold it with his thumb while continuing the undressing. But the chain wasn’t that long, which soon became obvious. He let it go and braced for comment, hands fumbling to finish the job as quickly as possible so that he could peel the shirt from him, ignore the shining silver, and get the other shirt- which was sure to be snug- on. Which he’d do if not hindered in the process. 

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phantom-thief-kid:

“Yeah. And you feel frozen through. That can’t be healthy.” He nuzzled Hakuba just a bit. He was fond of touching, but he generally avoided it if he could. Getting too close emotionally to targets and detectives when thieving spelled trouble. This was unwise on his part, but he just wanted to enjoy it.

Likewise, Hakuba had committed to not getting involved with anyone that he had regular contact with… and Kaito definitely fit that bill. It was bad enough that he tried, at times, to be Kaito’s friend… and worse still that he didn’t do his duty and take down KID… and yet… and yet…

The detective’s blush deepened and he frowned, stiff against the nuzzling, trying not to enjoy it. Dammit, Kuroba-kun…  Why did he have to be so.. so infuriatingly attractive? Why was he just barely obnoxious enough to be fun and interesting instead of infuriating? 

“Ah.. n-no… it… can’t.”  Think, Hakuba, think. Rational, logical solutions to the problem at hand. “Do you have a blanket, perhaps? Or, ah, a shirt I could change into.. just until my clothes dry?" 

Yes, suggest that you get half naked- with blankets! Brilliant.

"T-to ward off… potential hypothermia.. of course.”

God, the nuzzling. There was no way that Hakuba would survive this unscathed. 

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Fancy Feline Hour 01/04

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Having had no luck removing the cross, Hakuba instead went about folding his clothing to stash, with the briefcase, underneath a bench on the walkway. It was a lot of effort, and he wasn’t sure what he would do when he turned back into his human self, but… at least it was less likely that his personal belongings would be stolen this way. 

Feeling somewhat accomplished, he hopped up onto the bench and looked around. Hunger. Overpowering hunger. He wiped a paw over his nose with a sniff. Really, it was remarkable how much he could relate to the 1926 Cox novel ‘The Professor on Paws’ at that very instant. 

Hakuba huffed, then leaped off the bench and strolled toward the sidewalk. Food. Food. Food.