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The Meaning of the Monocle

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Kaito smiled and took up his glass as well.

“To mutual feelings.” He said and tapped the glasses musically. 

Ah, it was finally time to sample the wine. Hakuba gave a nod to his – aha! – new boyfriend, and brought the glass to his lips for a small taste. And it was as he expected… wonderful. He closed his eyes and drank deeply, just for this one pull, and took the glass from his lips afterward to give a very, very satisfied sigh.

“Good god…” Hakuba nearly commented that it was worth every cent, but he hadn’t paid for it. Neither had Kuroba, technically, but Jii…

Jii.

The detective looked down at his glass, smirk a little sadder at the thought.

“You picked a very good wine, Kuroba-kun. Very good. Shall we take the rest, and the cake, to the couch?" 

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Blond Humbug

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He seethed and stood exactly where he was. “Hakuba, take it off!”

After a moment he ran after then in front of him. “I’m serious take it off!!” 

He really didn’t want to be surround by a scent that was doing strange things to him. He was still blushing and as much as he tried to stamp it down it just kept coming back every time he got a whiff of the scarf. 

“No.”

The smile that Hakuba gave him in victory was one that he didn’t give often; with teeth, bright, so very, very amused. “No, I think not. I think you shall have to wear it until we get back to class. Besides, it looks rather nice on you. Don’t you like how it feels? I mean, it’s not red, no, but it’s still a very comfortable scarf. Very warm.”

The scarf had been one that Hakuba wore often. Indeed, it was his current favorite, though he had others. None that went with is coat quite as well, purchased in London just before transferring schools, in fact. And he was a little cold without it, but it wasn’t that big of a bother. He radiated heat on his own, and his coat – bless it – did a wonderful job of keeping it in and the chill out.

He tried to press onward, even though Kaito was right in front of him, sure that he would move. “The sooner we get there, the sooner you can take it off yourself. I tied it with such a pretty bow, it would be a shame to undo that now~”

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Blond Humbug

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Kaito froze wide eyed as the other wrapped the scarf around his neck. His breathing increase quietly as he stared at him. Slowly he blinked and looked down at the cloth. Hakuba’s scent and his cologne surrounded him and the weight of the fabric felt like arms wrapped around his neck. The image of Hakuba hold him gently and enveloping him had Kaito blushing from under is collar to his hairline. He angled his head back and furrowed his brow to kept from burying his nose in scarf and made small little choked squeaks from his throat as he tried to say something.

Hakuba watched his classmate while he struggled, then smiled, satisfied. “Good! That’s what I thought. Let’s continue on, then, shall we? If you’ve really been all that cold, this should help. Cashmere, as I said. Burberry. It’s very nice, and now you can try it for yourself!”

As if that really fixed anything. 

The detective pushed past him to continue on their path, chipper once again, trying to forget just how cute he was all bundled up like that. “Come along, come along~!" 

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The Meaning of the Monocle

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“Yeah …” Kaito said breathy. He was so much at peace in that moment. Grounded yet flying as high as he could. Nothing could break that elation he felt. 

“Look,” Hakuba said, reaching for his wine glass again. “We figured things out. Incredible.” He was teasing, but that smile was honest. Pleased.

He lifted his glass. “To mutual feelings?" 

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Blond Humbug

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He jumped when the fabric brushed against his cheek. Glare up at the detective he stopped walking and nearly punched him. “I don’t want or need your pity, Hakuba!”

It was a good thing that they were both burdened by the bags of supplies. Hakuba glared right back at Kaito, shifting the bags so that he could use both hands to wrap the scarf around Kaito’s neck. “Yes, yes, I’m well aware, you’re very independent and strong and you don’t need someone to help you or protect you or provide for you or anything of the kind, I understand." 

The detective attempted to get it successfully tied before stepping back and out of Kaito’s reach, though he knew that the shorter one was easily faster than he was. 

"There.” He huffed. “Do you feel better?”

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The Meaning of the Monocle

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He watched him; his heart leap somewhere into the sky. Smiling he crossed and took Hakuba’s hands in his and kissed each one. “I swear.”

Hakuba laughed, suddenly giddy as he watched Kaito lay the affection on him, still oh so baffled by the turn of events. “I do, too.” His smile went wider and he hunched his shoulders, bashful all over again with another short laugh, practically giggling. “I… I suppose we’re dating now, then. Officially." 

He’d never looked happier. 

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Bloody Moriarty

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“But I was. I was very cruel, just wanting to solve the cases as quickly as possible. I didn’t care if the offenders broke down crying under the pressure or if I … I made it seem that death was there only option. I did so much damage not only to them but their families.” He leaned back and folded his hands in front of him. He stared them and continued. “There … I have blood on my hands. Of those that I’ve push and those I couldn’t save thanks to being so blind. " 

He could remember all of there faces. The pain and hopelessness of each one. Their faces used to haunt him at night along with Gin and the organization. So after a while the nightmares diminished and soon stopped all together. He didn’t dream at all any more. Not even to day dream.

Hakuba fell silent for a time as he contemplated Kudou’s words, eyes half-closing to concentrate. "Yet,” he said after a moment or two. “You now see that you were blind. You have made changes, haven’t you? This feeling of sorrow that I get from you is authentic. I trust that it is.”

Even so, he had to admit that he didn’t know Shinichi well enough to give a full assessment, not really, and certainly not of everything. “Holmes was cruel, but he had to be with many of those criminals. He still showed mercy, even to the worst… Boscombe Valley Mystery, you know?" 

He flicked the watch open with the press of his thumbnail and studied the time before verifying it with the wristwatch he wore. 

"Surely things are different now, Kudou-san." 

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Blond Humbug

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He spun around and faced him again not because Hakuba called to him because he was to damn annoyed to consider actually thinking straight. This time he didn’t slip and looked like a sick child ready to throw a temper tantrum.  ”Why? So you can make fun of me again?! Or to rub your money in my face. Trust me Hakuba I know what you have.” He sighed and felt his energy vanish as fast as it came. “Forget it. Just forget it.” 

He turned back around and started to shuffle off. He was too cold and too tired and too frustrated with everything to do much else. Anger had its perks and its cons. When it came he was warm again when it left it just left him drained and even colder. He sneezed and tired to bundle up again.

“Can we just go? Please … please?”

“I really hadn’t meant to do any of those things,” Hakuba stammered, voice pleading, though the longer Kaito remained fixated on it, the more heated were his defenses. “I didn’t want to make fun of you, and I don’t care about the money, I didn’t mean to…" 

The detective huffed, steam coming out as a cloud from his mouth in the chilly air. "Don’t turn your back on me, Kuroba-kun!” he said, shuffling after him with Something To Prove– which couldn’t be done if Kaito just kept walking away. 

“We are going, but we’re supposed to go together and… and…” Frustrated, Hakuba began to untie his own scarf, shopping bags banging against each other and his sides with the violent effort. Finally, once it was free, he thrust it at Kaito, right over his shoulder and from behind, since Hakuba was so tall. 

“Here! Take it!" 

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We Can Make A Secret Rendezvous

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“…The cases are being closed prematurely?” He didn’t like what that could imply. “And I shall not, but I was talking of back when we butted heads so much. Usually I was the biggest thorn in your side.”

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“Aha, yes… yes indeed you were. We’ve come a long way, haven’t we?” Hakuba asked, voice soft and fond as he recalled the timeline they’d shared together. Then he shook his head, frowning once more. “Ah, and yes, cases are being dismissed without so much as a proper final verdict from district heads. I know that they’re not always strictly necessary, but when it comes to this sort of crime, I’m decidedly unnerved by the lack of care…

"I’m certain you can understand how stressful that is." 

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le café maladroit || askkudoushinichi

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“Probably pointless to ask, yeah,” he answered with a small smile, arms still comfortably tucked behind him, the perfect picture of ease. Though underneath his casual aura he was still very much paying attention to the details. As per usual.

The nickname had caught his attention however. It had been awhile since anyone had used it. It had been awhile since anyone had called him anything at all, actually. As far as ‘Shinichi’, that is.

“Around here it was ‘Heisei Holmes’. The other is yours to keep. I thought everyone had forgotten, though. It’s kind of nice to hear that again,” he added with a chuckle. “As you can imagine, I don’t really get the kind of publicity I used to. No more tabloids for now. But as for food…

"Hmm, today’s special is the cucumber and cream cheese sandwiches but I would actually recommend the French Dip with au jus. It’s a little heavier but you get more for your money and it’s warm.”

“French Dip sounds fine to me,” Hakuba said, considering the particular food only after the fact. Protein was good, but it did sound heavier, yes, and he often had difficulty eating in situations where he wasn’t at ease. Which included having lunch with his idol. Though, he could always get the rest to go– that wasn’t too awfully awkward, was it? 

And then there was the matter of the titles. “The Heisei Holmes and the Modern Day Sherlock Holmes sit together in a cafe called Poirot, discussing books, tea, and how good we are at analyzing each other.”

Hakuba smirked, then, attempting to force himself to relax. Things weren’t going to go any better if he stayed so tense, after all; it would serve them nothing. “I think our networking is going quite well so far, don’t you?”