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Bloody Moriarty

thelotusflowerfiles:

“Kestrels, Hawks,  falcons, pretty much Raptors.” The older man answered and stood once he had Twig’s approval. “At times I miss it, others, particularly when I have talons swooping by my head, I don’t.” He laughed boomingly.  

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From the side Shinichi watched quietly and carefully. Ready to step in just as quickly as Twig to stop Jon in case he got carried away, which for him happened far too many times than he cared to mention.

The familiar territory of the conversation had done a great deal to put Hakuba more at ease, though the longer he stood, the more his back hurt. He leaned on the cane, letting things stretch out, and ignored the burn for the moment, nodding in favor of the avian discussion instead. “Ah, yes, they can be quite the handful! I used to have a Eurasian Sparrowhawk, myself… Watson was her name. Beautiful bird, but somewhat temperamental." 

He paused, then, glancing toward the silent Shinichi, then back to Jon with a timid smile. Social convention had been fulfilled for the stranger, and he didn’t want to keep the detective waiting. ”I’d love to see your portfolio some time.“

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Tiger Tiger

Hakuba left Marie in the menagerie when he departed that morning for the market with the promise that he would return with a stunning new gift. The coachman took him right into the center of town, and he tipped his hat to him as he stepped down from the carriage. Once on the cobblestones, he gave instructions for his usual weekend pickup – “Eight pm sharp, right at that same location, please do not be late” – before sneaking a handful of oats to the big black horse that had brought them there. 

Oats in the pocket of his overcoat was nothing short of evidence of his eccentric nature, but that was to be expected of the young and foolish heir to the Wickham Estate. He was well dressed, yes, and he played the part of the gentleman perfectly, but James Hakuba was not… typical. 

Not that anyone really minded, of course, with how much he was worth annually. Anyone in his company was quite content indeed, and entertaining his follies was often very amusing. It seemed every month he had a different passion to follow, and eagerly dragged anyone even remotely interested with him along for the ride, swept up in the idealistic moments of romanticism and the bohemian dogma!

That day – a party cloudy, but beautiful day in early September – the young man started his Saturday routine with te and eclairs at his favorite cafe, a leisurely stroll at Regent’s Park to feed the ducks with the bakery’s day-old bread, visited the outdoor markets, enjoyed lunch while surveying the artists camped out at the Thames, went to a horse race (and won a small sum of money), garden party, and finally, finally, met up with his good author friends to go to the main event… the circus.

It wasn’t Astley’s Amphitheater, no, but it was a travelling circus. A display of the odd and unusual, the bizarre and sinister. Although the gentlemen that Hakuba travelled with were, on the whole, skeptical of that sort of thing, they all shared a certain fascination with the supernatural and unexplained.

This particular venue was expensive, too; each event requiring their own charges for the group. Hakuba covered it, of course, without a thought, and off they were whisked to the main tent to watch the show. 

While waiting in the stands, the three of them discussed book ideas about detectives, murders, animal rights, human rights, and whether or not a phantom really could exist underneath an opera house. They each took out their notebooks and pens, and scribbled frantic notes. 

“God, I hope there are cheetahs,” Hakuba said, voice wistful. 

The other two glanced at him, then at each other, and shook their heads. 

“You have a cheetah, James.”

“Yes,” Hakuba said, frowning. “I do. And she’s wonderful, but I think she might be lonely.”

“Whoever heard of a detective with an overgrown housecat on a leash? Honestly…”

Hakuba pulled off a piece of cotton candy to eat, sighing, and leaned back on the bench. Would there be elephants? Bears? Fire eaters? Exotic dancers? Ah, perhaps there would be Mesonychids, or creatures from Tasmania? How exotic. 

But only time would tell as the lights fell over the audience, pointing the remaining strobes to the center ring. 

“This is going to be spectacular, Arthur…" 

"That remains to be seen, James.”

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Festival!

Why. 

Why, why, why?

She’d come for the week. She’d insisted on doing something special. On reliving and rebuilding memories. It’ll be fun, she’d said. You’ll have a splendid time, she’d said.

Lanterns, food from street vendors, balloons, carnival-style games, traditional-style clothing, taiko drums, the works. A festival. Summer festival. They’d apparently gone to one when he was young – four years old? – before they’d left for England. He’d worn a little yukata, gotten lost in the crowd, tried to catch a turtle in the koi pond. 

“You. Will. Love. It.” She’d said. 

But what she hadn’t said was that it was being held in Osaka. 

One very long train ride down, listening to his mother’s rambling the entire way, Hakuba really only had one thing on his mind: would he be there? 

They’d checked into their hotel. She’d presented him with a brand new yukata, which was not unlike the one he’d worn when he was a little boy, and despite how tired he was, they’d gone out to join the celebration. The Superintendent General would join them ‘later,’ whatever that meant. Hakuba suspected that meant ‘not at all,’ but that was yet to be seen.

Ridiculous, he thought. Of the three of them, the patriarch was the only one who didn’t stand out in the crowd like a very tall, blonde tree. Not that Marion cared; she looked quite content showing off her oddly-accented Japanese, pretending to be a tourist. That was fine for her; she was a British citizen, after all.

But the young detective?

God help him if Hattori Heiji happened to see him there. 

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New Friend?

dreamingamericans:

whiteknighthakuba started following you

Alfred took notice of another standing next to him. It was actually decent out for winter time here in DC and to have someone visiting this memorial…the memorial in honor of those who lost their lives duirng 9/11…he liked it. It made him happy. Of course this was a subject so very touchy for him and he rather not spill anything that he knew. Still though the blue eyed male grins and looks to him, there is a softness to him. 

“Have you come to pay your respect?" 

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"Yes, I have,” the other male said, voice soft and somber. Hakuba took a moment to turn his attention to the other person at his side, but he did, and offered a small, polite nod. His accent was undeniably British, each word carefully formed and accented with an almost delicate execution. 

He turned his brown-eyed gaze back down to the memorial, letting his eyes rest on the waters that pooled and spilled over, then to the names engraved on the polished slabs before them. 

“This is an impressive piece of art… the memorial, I mean. It seems very appropriate. Lovely, even." 

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The Neighborhood Watch

miyanohaibara:

“Yes, it was a relief.” Pausing to think of a way to continue the conversation..“Also—” her words were cut off by the whistling of the kettle. Making her way back to the kitchen, she carefully pours the water into the cups with the tea bags. She serves it after placing the cups on a tray.  "You might want to give a minute or two, since I just placed the tea bags and all.“  Taking her seat again she looks back at Hakuba,

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"Are you still planning to go to Oxford?”

“Ah, yes proper steeping time and all,” Hakuba said, nodding his head with a quirky little smile. It pleased him so much to have the company of such a smart young girl – she even knew proper tea etiquette! Amazing. “Thank you.”

His attention fell to the tea cups themselves, curious and elated, which is precisely why he didn’t find anything odd about the question asked until he’d finished answering it. “Oh, Oxford? Yes, that is still the plan for University, but I suppose we’ll have to see where I end up soon here… lots of variables in the works and all, but it does seem like the best option at this moment…" 

Then he paused, blinking, and turned his attention back to the little girl. 

"Haibara-chan…” He tilted his head, suspicious. “How did you know that I intended to go to Oxford? Don’t tell me you’ve been reading my magazine interviews~" 

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Terminal Affirmation

smokebombsandmirrors:

Kaito watched him walk away and managed a half turn to do the same before he was spinning back to him and calling out his name almost desperately. “Hakuba!” 
He didn’t want to give him the chance to push him away or stop him before he had a chance to grab him. His hand found the taller shoulder and pulled hard enough to have the detective facing him again and with his free hand he gripped the back of his neck and kissed him passionately and quickly. The kiss had just a bit of claiming bite just before releasing him and the hand tug at the hair at the base of Hakuba’s head then slid delicately through the strands before brushing along the bare skin. 
Then he let go, stepped back, and spoke boldly about the one thing he was terrified about. “You will not forget me.” 

Hakuba had not expected it. Even with the warning, he’d barely managed to keep his footing and his bags when he was taken, gripped, kissed. Not just kissed, but with so much longing and passion, and it filled his heart with so much emotion all at once that he almost didn’t notice the fact that his face had turned a brilliant shade of crimson. Almost. 

After all, he’d just been kissed like that by another man in the International Tokyo Airport, where many, many people were milling about. 

Breathless, the detective blinked, struggling to readjust the bags he was holding – which had Watson chirping irritably – and gaped at Kaito for a few seconds before he nodded. “I…”

The boarding call came over the intercom again and Hakuba resisted the siren’s call to look back at the desk, instead forcing his gaze to rest solely on this boy, his Kaito, and gulped, breath choking him. 

“I won’t. I won’t forget you. And you don’t forget me, either… or I’ll be quite cross." 

He forced a smile at that, running his tongue over his lower lip to taste where he’d been nipped, and nodded to him, stumbling backward a step or two. 

"I won’t forget, Kuroba Kaito…” Hakuba was keenly aware of the stares, but ignored them, desperately. He was about to get away from this cursed country, anyway.  

“Ja, mon amour.”   

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musing-asylum:

Alice nodded. ” sure ” She tried to recall the questions the detective asked her and her answers. She didn’t want to incriminate herself any more by giving extra information.

” My name is Alice. I came to Japan to visit some relatives of mine.” So far she was telling the truth. ” I called the police yesterday as an anonymous informer. I told them about the location of six buried corpses.” She subconsciously told him an extra information. She didn’t inform them of the number of corpses in the previous statement. Her inner desire to help was taking over her subconscious. She didn’t seem to notice her tongue slip.

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” They tracked me down and brought me for questioning. Apparently, the corpses were killed same way as some other cases they were working on. It seems to be work of a serial killer.” That was what she understood from the detective so far.

” As for my acquaintance I can’t real reveal their identity. anything else I could help you with?” It was almost midnight and she needed to get some sleep.

“Fair enough,” he said, looking up from the notebook with which he’d been taking down the occasional note. He would have to go over the file more in depth later, but so far, it seemed like an interesting case. Serial killers often were. “Any information that you can supply would be of great help, Miss Alice… 

"So, tell me; was it your acquaintance that told you about the bodies, or did you discover them yourself? Precisely how did you come to find yourself in the position to call? Was there something about the bodies, their locations, or otherwise… that led you to believe that something was amiss, and that they weren’t simply poorly buried?" 

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Gentlemen Prefer Brits

moonlightmajutsushi:

Kid glanced at the detective after being given permission to look again before actually turning to face him, giving the other a smirk of his own as he got to his feet briefly and stretched. Then a hand fell to the brim of the top hat as he considered it.

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“Actually, it’s not too bad, but yeah, not the best for a ‘laying down’ type of rest. And you know how much I like playing with assumptions, tantei-san~”

A swift pull of the cape and the thief was obscured for a brief moment, falling away to show him in a far less showy black outfit. Just simple elastic waist pants, long sleeved shirt, and a black cap, monocle still glinting under the brim. Some folding, and a quick flick of the wrist and the cape was gone as well, just leaving him a shadow of the walking target he normally was.

He lightly hopped up to sit next to Hakuba, leaning back slightly and stretching his legs for a moment as he relaxed, then loosely crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head, satisfied grin playing on his lips. No one ever said he had to keep the full uniform on. So long as his face was mostly obscured in some way, this was fine.

“It’s almost as if you’re a gentleman ninja now, Kaitou-san…” He chuckled, shaking his head, and stretched to get a little more comfortable under the sheets and goose down comforter. “I’ll never quite understand how you change so quickly, or where you keep your superfluous disguises, but… I suppose that doesn’t really matter.”

Hakuba yawned, and lifted a hand to cover it, stretching again with the tiniest moan before rolling onto his side, getting nice and comfortable. 

“…still can’t believe that you agreed to stay, either…" 

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The Famous Detective Couple: Expecting?!

japansfamousdetective:

“We definitely need some curtains for that room, I can’t wait to finish it.” A hand moved to her cheek to rest there, smiling so brightly she almost seemed to glow. The other clung happily to Hakuba’s as he pulled her into the hallway. 

“I think it works perfectly for an office for now. We’ve got some time as it is of course, to move things around~ Though at this rate I fear it’ll end up being covered in bookshelves we have so many books.” A small sigh, leaning against him a moment as his hand moved against her back to rest against her waist. She did so love it when he held her like that. “And I even left most of my books at home!”

As he pulled her for the door, she tucked a piece of hair behind an ear, not really bothering to maybe smooth out the slightly disheveled look that had over taken her from unpacking. Sometimes she thought she looked cuter that way. She did pause to slip her boots back on and grab a jacket though. 

“Well, did we ever decide if we wanted to pain that room or leave it the color it is now? Beige isn’t a bad color on those walls, after all and it would save some prep time. If we left the color sage would work really well.”

“We could always just do an accent wall, as well… though I do like the beige as-is…”  There were so many decisions to make when turning an apartment into a home; he definitely saw some of the madness behind both of his parents’ homes the deeper he got into it himself. “But you might also be right about the books. I’ve left so many at home, both in Ekoda and in England… If I were to bring them all over, there really wouldn’t be any room for anything else between the two of us, would there?”

He laughed, keeping step behind her as he pulled on his own milford coat and scarf, leaning in to kiss the back of her neck without any warning. Teasing, affectionate. 

“We may have to get an entirely new apartment just for our library…”

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nakamori-aoko:

  • Pick one of your muses. 
  • Fill in the questions/statements as if you were your muse in a new post. 
  • Tag five people to do this meme~

tagged by nakamori-aoko

1. What is your name? 
Hakuba S. J.

2. What is your real name? 
…Hakuba Saguru? Middle name is James. 

3. Do you know why you were called that? 
Well, ‘Saguru’ means ‘to search’ – I think that my father has always wanted me to be a detective… a seeker of truth. My mum wanted me to have a good, Christian middle name, too… as part of my dual heritage. ‘James,’ incidentally, means ‘to take by the heel,’ which is often interpreted as ‘overreacher’ or ‘the print of one’s foot’ … which goes along nicely with ‘to search,’ and even better when you take into account that it may ALSO be interpreted as a horse’s hoof… and ‘Hakuba’ means ‘white horse.’

So. I suppose you could say that I’m the constantly searching, overachieving white horse. That’s fairly accurate, really. 

4. Are you single or taken? 
Single. I like to say that I’m… married to my work.
((He is dating in a couple of storylines… this is where multishipping gets complicated.))

5. Have any abilities or powers? 
Not… really? I’m rather good with math and chemistry, and I do all right as a detective. I can play billiards and tennis, too… Do those count?

6. Stop being a Mary Sue. 
Oh, please, don’t bring that sort of trope into this. If I were a ‘Mary Sue,’ Kaitou KID would have already fallen in love with me. …Not that I want him to. I just, well, if that were the case, it would have happened. You know?

7. What’s your eye color? 
Brown. 

8. How about your hair color?
Sandy blond.

9. Have you any family members? 
Well, yes. I have my father and grandparents in Japan, my Mum, uncles (and their wives and children), and a grandmum in England. No siblings.

10. Oh? What about pets? 
There are two dogs in England with my mum – Mycroft and Irene – but I’ve got my hawk Watson with me in Japan.

11. That’s cool I guess, now tell me about something you don’t like. 
I’m not exactly fond of duck. I think they’re beautiful animals, but the meat is so oily and it’s often prepared in a way that I just… can’t stand.

12. Do you have any hobbies/activities you like doing? 
Reading, certainly, and working on cases… I’m certain that I’ll be made fun of for this, but I rather like filling out paperwork, too. It’s relaxing.

13. Ever hurt anyone before? 
Aha… Well, I’ve thrown a punch or two in my days, mostly in self-defense… and I’ve had to shoot to disable before… It’s not something that I like to do, however.

14. Ever….killed anyone before? 
Not directly, no.

15. What kind of animal are you? 
I’m human, actually, but if you’re asking what kind of animal I would be if I were… sort of an animal equivalent? The obvious answer would be ‘horse,’ but I think I’m rather more like a dog. A nice, friendly, trusty Golden Retriever. Or a dragon. My mum would tell you that I’m a deer, though. Ugh.

16. Name your worst habits. 
Aha… Substance abuse, one night stands, and being a little bit ‘harsh’ when it comes to calling people out on their glaring errors. 

17. Do you look up to anyone at all?
Oh, plenty of people. Megure-keibu is a fine individual… Kudou Shinichi is a fantastic example of what a detective ought to be… there were plenty of individuals in Scotland Yard, too, that I really idolize.

18. Gay, straight, or bisexual?  
Pansexual, actually. I literally have no preference in regard to gender. 

19. Do you go to school? 
I do, yes. High school, and I’ll eventually go on to university. 

20. Do you ever want to marry and have kids one day? 
I would so love that, yes. Perhaps I’ll have the opportunity later on? Assuming I live that long.

21. Do you have any fanboys/fangirls? 
Unfortunately, yes. They can be quite overbearing at times, as well…. and fan letters take up a great deal of time. Baaya has been collecting them in a basket for me. 

22. What are you most afraid of? 
Judgment day. Or ghosts. Perhaps both. I’m also not fond of large, angry dogs. 

23. What do you usually wear? 
Tailored suits of all sorts. Business, business casual, formal, etc. etc. etc. I’ve also been known to wear my school uniform on occasion, though I’m really not fond of it at all.

24. Do you love someone? 
Yes, but I’m not about to elaborate. 

25. When was the last time you wet yourself? 
Pardon? That’s an odd question… I honestly can’t recall? I was probably very young. 

26. Well, it’s not over yet! 
All right…?

27. What class are you? (High class, middle class, low class) 
I suppose I would be considered ‘high class’ in terms of financial background and upbringing.

28. How many friends do you have? 
I believe I can count them on one hand, but even then, I’m not entirely certain….

29. What are your thoughts on pie? 
Pie is lovely, particularly when the fruit is fresh and hot. Caramel, vanilla ice cream, and whipped cream go well on just about any pie served warm. Mmm… alamode. 

30. Favorite drink?
Tea. Definitely tea. 

31. What’s your favourite place?
Paris, France. There are several cafes there that I just adore.

32. Are you interested in someone? 
Yes. I’m actually surrounded by many very attractive and competent individuals; it makes my life very difficult!

33. What’s your bra cup size and/or how big is your willy? 
I am only willing to say that I am properly proportionate, and that my English genes are readily apparent. 

34. Would you rather swim in the lake or the ocean? 
Lake, certainly. The ocean isn’t nearly as fun. 

35. What’s your type? 
I tend to favor dark hair and light eyes… particularly when the individual is more on the thin/athletic side… 

36. Any fetishes? 
Aha, I’m certain everyone has their particular kinks… as for specific, I’ll let them be discovered~ 

37. Seme or uke? 
Seme, typically.

38. Camping or indoors? 
I love camping, but it’s always so nice to return home. I am a fan of modern, creature comforts. 

39. Are you wanting the quiz to end? 
That would be preferable, yes. I really ought to get back to casework. 

40. Now it’s over! 
Incredible. 

Tagging: smokebombsandmirrors, blackorgkaito, aceofclubs1412, harajukuharuspex, akaikujixyaku (and everyone else – it’s way too hard to only pick 5)