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Waiting Pleasantries

patientxpetals:

   ”Oh! Well, that’s even better. Yer doin’ yer job well if yer gettin’ the right guys.” She wasn’t one to judge people based on their appearance, but he seemed like such a gentleman that she couldn’t see him catching a criminal — then again, he said he was a detective. That required intellect, and he certainly sounded smart.

                                                     ’Ornamental horticulture.’

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   She’d never heard another address it that way, her eyebrows lifting in awe. Goodness, if more people praised her line of work like that, she wouldn’t have felt so ashamed of admitting it.

   ”Go right ahead.”

Hakuba studied her for a few seconds, then nodded, shuffling his feet to get back a little warmth in his legs. “I’ve always been curious about this, and you’ll have to forgive me if it seems too forward or odd or anything like that, but…” The detective pursed his lips, brows raising as he gave her a very, very studious look, exaggerating just a little to make it clear that he was analyzing her.

“Just what, as a professional ornamental horticulturist, is your favorite flower?” A brief pause. “And would you consider it one that you particularly enjoy working with?”

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Bloody Moriarty

thelotusflowerfiles:

He had notice the brief pause, the distraction. Filing it away to ask the other about it when they were swapping stories. He nodded in agreement at the appropriate questions in both to indicate that he was listening and to show that he felt the same way. He smiled at the end, that small, soft, slightly sad grin.

“I agree. Holmes has always been my idol. Someone I strive to be like. At least that was how it used to be. There were somethings that were vague in Holmes’s stories. Like when the case was aloud to get personal enough so you didn’t force someone into a corner. When the victims and the offenders reasoning and feelings should be considered and valuated. Waston did those things. He sympathized with the clients and  understood the convicted. So I guess I changed and wanted to become someone that was a mix between both.”

He shifted in his seat. It had been along time since he had to talk about himself for that long and about something he had never spoke to anyone about. 

“Mm…”  Hakuba hummed with agreement, his own smile turning somewhat pained. “I have to be honest that while I always loved and admired Holmes, I never did quite feel like a Sherlock. I’m… definitely more of a John Watson, especially now.”

He sighed, pulling out his pocket watch to set on the table, running his fingers over the scarred surface. “I think that the balance you’ve mentioned is specifically why they worked so well together. That cold brilliance is necessary for the work… to not become so attached that you’re blinded by emotions, twisting logic and reason to match the heart…

"But then the compassion, too… that sympathy, that humanity, really…”

The blond went quiet for moment, finally looking back at Shinichi. “I’d always heard that you were cold and somewhat difficult to work with, Kudou-san, but I must admit that I’m really not seeing it. Perhaps that mix you wanted has already been achieved." 

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Two is Too Much

ft-dc-fan:

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She thought about it for a moment but then acepted his offer. “Sure! I’d love to go eat lunch with you! Well, we should get going. It surely it will be troublesome to find a fitting tie for you, since I’m sure that every kind of tie will look great on you.”, she said and walked towards a shop that sells ties.

Well, at least she sounded sincere when giving the compliment. Hakuba managed a small, but genuine smile at her, brows knitting. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad after all. It was just spending the afternoon with his classmate, right? He followed along with her, wondering what kind of store Aoko frequented, given their vastly different price ranges. But if he could find something with the right material or thread count, perhaps it was salvageable…

Besides, it was retail therapy, not a tie needed for any sort of function. Hm.

“That’s very sweet of you to say, Nakamori-chan. I can only hope that you’re right, though the biggest trouble will be finding something different enough from the ties that I already have.” He chuckled. Oh what a good joke. Even though it was true. The detective had far, far too many ties. 

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Blond Humbug

smokebombsandmirrors:

Red faced Kaito glared at him. “Jerk.”

He pushed away from the glass and hurried down the side walk. Not everyone was rich and could afford nice clothes. He clenched the bags of stuff in his hurting hands and tried to bury himself deeper in his useless coat. He felt so … inadequate standing near the other. Like a pauper and a prince. A prince with a chauvinistic pig like attitude and little care for the little middle class thief walking beside him. Not that he knew he was a thief. That wasn’t the point here. No, the point he was trying to establish was that Hakuba was a jerk.

“…Jerk?" Hakuba was stunned, staring, and it took him a moment to realize that Kaito had left. "Ah- hey! Kuroba-kun! Wait for me!”

The detective scurried after the thief, lips pressed in a frown. He had to sort of shuffle to keep hold of everything in his arms while keeping his hands in the warmth of his pockets. He hadn’t meant to offend Kaito, though as he chased after, it sort of dawned on him that perhaps he had.

“Ah, apologies, I hadn’t meant to sound so critical, it’s just that burberry is… well, it’s, cashmere! You know what I mean?" 

Because that really fixes anything, right? 

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The Meaning of the Monocle

smokebombsandmirrors:

Kaito straightened with the glasses and smiled at him. “I’m the same way. I feel as if I’m going to wake from another dream and you tell me this was all a joke.”

He tipped the glasses and pour the burgundy liquid into both. Setting the bottle down he offered one to the detective. 

Taking the glass, both sheepish from his own admission of insecurity, and feeling admittedly touched by Kaito’s own. “Well…” Hakuba said, lifting the glass to take in the bouquet, swirling the dark liquid around ever so gently. “I can assure you that this is no dream, nor a joke, unless it’s one of my fantasies.”

He stole a glance at Kaito then, smile hopeful and growing broader despite his embarrassment. 

“I’d say we should toast to dreams come true, but I think something along the lines of…”  He couldn’t say first kisses, technically, could he? Hakuba glanced up at the ceiling, considering before he looked back with a triumphant grin. “Ah! Let’s toast to figuring things out!”

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A History of Perfect Mistakes

japansfamousdetective:

His smile made her smile more so, she always did love seeing him do so. It really could brighten up a room. Not that she had ever voiced something like that aloud. She’d been so afraid to.

But maybe she’d have the courage to at some point.

Reaching a hand out to take the pills, she couldn’t stop herself from moving to inquire about his questions. She didn’t get a chance to, however, as he seemed to get hung up on the multiple implications of his wording and she couldn’t help but to pause and watch him start to flounder about to explain himself. Rather unnecessarily so at that.

Slender fingers hovered over the pill bottle for a couple of seconds before the hand was quickly making it’s way back to her person. Oh no. Oh no. His embarrassed floundering was so adorable! A reminder that for all his calm collectedness he was just as much as an axious dork as she was. The smile turned into one of amusement before her hand was covering her mouth. It was in vein because seconds later she was laughing.

She was aware she didn’t laugh much, felt like she didn’t really have a reason to with all the death and destruction that surrounded her. There was always too much in her heart and mind to worry about then taking the time to laugh. Since attending the college with the Ekoda trio (as she had come to call them) she had laughed a lot more but she was certain that it hadn’t ever sounded like the laughter she was producing now.

To her, at the very least, it sounded so much more pure and open. And her sides were hurting so bad!

“N-nooo, why are you s-so… so precious?!" 

The rambling came to a full and abrupt halt as Shinori spoke, and he blinked at her helplessly. Precious? She thought he was precious? Was this a good or a bad thing? Confused and started, the male detective stood there, expression falling with a head tilt to one side, not unlike a nervous golden retriever. 

"Ah…” was all that Hakuba could say in response at first, then realized – finally – that she was laughing. Not at him, really, or at least not cruelly so, but she was genuinely amused. And it was infectious. He laughed, himself, turning his head with a bite of his lip. God, he was embarrassed, but it was so nice to hear her full of such good spirits, especially in light of all that had happened. 

“Well, I don’t know about precious, but I’d accept ‘bumbling’ or ‘awkward,’ perhaps ‘hopeless,’  Kudo-kun…" 

At work, Hakuba was professional, calm, and so very confident. Flirty, even. At university, he was quiet, withdrawn, and a little bit cold. And here, in his bathroom with her, he was tripping all over himself. But at least he’d remembered to put pants on, which he was then very grateful for. 

The blush didn’t look like it was leaving any time soon, either. "But nevermind that; you’re gorgeous, your laugh is adorable, and I’ve made enough of a fool of myself. Shall I arrange something for breakfast? Or do you want to go back to bed?”

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Idle Weather Shop Talk

askmasumisera:

Open Starter

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Masumi was getting tired of these pointless afternoons shadowing the boyfriends of classmates’ older sisters and the like. Rarely did they ever amount to anything and she would end up getting disappointed responses from those that asked her to do the job in the first place. Payment hadn’t always been necessary but having someone say outright that her performance wasn’t worth payment always put her a little on edge. It wasn’t her fault that smoke didn’t always necessarily mean fire. She did her job and she did it well.

Once again, the smoke had ended up just being fog and she cursed the idea of reporting in later. Plopping down on the windowsill of a busy shopping district she sighed and pulled out her phone, tapping away a quick text to her young roommate.

Another unproductive day…

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“Pardon me,” a voice said from quite nearby. “Are you Sera Masumi?" 

Hakuba leaned against the wall just past the window, coffee cup in hand, and offered a warm smile. He hadn’t expected to see the other detective here, of all places, but he’d heard of her at the station and had always meant to introduce himself. 

"Detective, right?" 

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Catching Up With Fate

kuroba-k:

“Well, you won’t be full-body tackling any criminals for a while now. Even though with your height I imagine it to be rather productive here in Japan.” The corners of his mouth twiched upwards again. He was being considered tall, but Hakuba was at least another half a head taller, so he really did have some advantages. Although the side of it he imagined not to be that much fun was, that it made the detective’s ‘Hafu’ heritage a little more visible.

Although with the next topic it seemed Kaito had found the sore spot Hakuba had been avoiding a few times already. So he focused a little more, watching his patients body language a tad more attentive.

Small apartment in Tokyo, floor?, lift – planning to move into house, he noted quickly. Then he nodded when Hakuba mentioned the boy, he already talked about before.

“So he’s most likely pretty lively”, Kaito supplied during the little pause and wrote down that there was a small boy with custody in the question and trying to organise a nanny. “Sounds like a fine young man and a very reasonable thing you’ve planned there.” He looked up again with a warm smile and finally put his papers and the pen aside.

“As for us, the first thing I’d like to do is take a look at your leg and the scars. For today they’re my first priority. I want to make sure the tissue stays as functional as possible so you won’t have any long term restrictions due to the fact that the skin won’t strech. Also, I want to know how much pain may come from them. As for the rest of the time I will most likely be a little mean, because I’d like to try and slightly irritate some pain to test the waters. Which is the next thing I plan tackling with you. My feeling so far is that the aches currently bother you most, so I’d like to try and optimise your pain management with you. What do you think?”

“Oh, I used to be very good at tackling people and… yes, he’s quite the handful,” Hakuba said, pouting as he considered the next part of Kaito’s plan for him. He was used to pain, but he didn’t really enjoy it. He knew very few people that did, though, and that fact forced him to keep a tight jaw and a grim smile on his face. 

Really, all things considered, he was lucky that he hadn’t completely lost his leg. Or his life. He very well could have at so many points during the confrontation and the ensuing trauma. It had been a mess. “Go ahead, Kuroba-san, do whatever you need to do and I’ll do my very best to avoid making too much noise.”

He laughed, tilting his head at him with a broader sort of smile. “Or am I supposed to be completely honest about the pain? I try not to complain nearly as often as I’d like to…”  

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Lost Keys || osakandetectivehattori

osakandetectivehattori:

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Hattori blinked as he watched the blonde push himself up and look around. He then quickly grabbed for him, trying to help him to his feet, eyes glancing on reflex around the area, but they seemed to be alone, so why Hakuba was acting like he was; he had no idea. He rolled his eyes at the string of curses and placed a hand on his hip.

“Yere father wasn’t home, an’ I was told ta either bring this ta him or ya.” Hattori answered, glancing around again, a bad feeling making him a bit nervous. “So I was lookin’ all over town fer ya.”

He turned his attention back to the half-Brit and frowned a little. Something wasn’t right, he was sweaty, his hair sticking to him, and he seemed rather out of it. He opened his mouth to ask just what that was, when he was held onto and he slid an arm around the other teen’s waist to keep him from hitting the floor again. There definitely was something wrong with him, but he was speaking again.

Key’s?

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Hattori knew how to drive a motorcycle, rather well in fact, they were easy; like bigger bikes. Cars on the other hand; he had no clue. There was no way he was letting Hakuba drive, not like this. He could attempt to drive, but that would most likely end with an accident, or Hakuba yelling at him again. No, driving was not on the menu, which mean that the keys were futile.

He really wished he had his baby here.

He looked around once more, cautious, before shoving the folders into Hakuba’s hands with a quiet “hold these” before he moved so his back was to him. It would be easier to dash this way in case someone did come, which he was starting to think they would, then if he carried him bridal style. He bent down and pushed backwards, wrapping his arms around the back of his knees and then lifted him up.

“Yere no’ drivin’ like this, an’ I can’t drive cars so we’re gunna have ta do it this way. I’ll come back fer yere car later.”

The blond detective was surprised, to say the least, when he was lifted into Hattori’s arms, world suddenly spinning out from underneath him. “Wh-what?! What the hell?!” Hakuba gasped, arms reaching instinctively for the Osakan’s neck to hold on, eyes wide and clearly too dilated to be normal. 

The reason for that was likely also the reason why, two seconds later, Hakuba began to thrash to get out of his grip, and none too gently. Violently, in fact. Clawing, pushing, anything that he could do to wriggle free of Hattori’s grasp in an attempt to get back to his feet.

“LET ME GO! I NEED MY KEYS, DAMMIT! LET ME GO!”

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CLOSED RP || A Surprise Guest

daughterofthesleuth:

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Opening the door a little wider, Ran gave her best smile to her present company on the the other side. She hadn’t seen the young detective in some time and it was a pleasant surprise. “So good to see you again.” She did her best to act as though her Father wasn’t in the room, only feet away at his desk, currently wrapped up in the TV and beer. A cry from his general direction made her flinch and she did what she could to speed things along, despite the fact that she was happy for the distraction. Of course, he’d requested her Father specifically so she couldn’t deny him any knowledge of his whereabouts as if the entire block hadn’t heard his boisterous ramblings. “Yes, he’s here.” She finally decided to concede to reality and acknowledge the elephant in the room.

“Case files you said?” Her eyes glanced back over toward her Father once more. “Would you like to come in or just leave them with me?” If he was going to enter, she was glad she’d at least cleaned the room prior.

She knew it had to be important or the detective wouldn’t have come all the way in person. So she decided that letting him in was probably the best course of action. 

“You know that I trust you, Mouri-chan,” Hakuba said with a quirk of his smile. “But I really ought to give these to your father, if you don’t mind…”  Though, really, he would have much preferred to just deal with her than the detective. That in mind, he peeked his head in, perhaps a little bit rudely as it brought him closer to Ran than was typically conventional, brows lifting at the sight of Kogoro, and then sighed, leaning back on his heels and away.

“On second thought…” It was a gamble, but why not? “What if I did give these papers to you, and you join me for–” there was a brief pause as he considered the time “–coffee?"