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Bloody Moriarty

thelotusflowerfiles:

Shinichi grinned like a child and instantly buried his hands into her fur around the ears and rubbed. “AH, your such good girl.Very good girl." 

Looking back up to Hakuba he continued in Japanese. “She’s beautiful Hakuba. Now,” He stood, smile some what gone already and dusted off his hands and jeans. “what do you need me for?”

The corgi couldn’t help herself, overjoyed with the attention and pets. She hopped up, dancing in place, tail wagging furiously until the man stopped paying attention to her. Even then, she just went back to looking between the two, sniffing, until she huffed and settled on the floor. Right, good dogs stayed down in buildings. And she was a good girl. 

"Yes, thank you,” Hakuba said first to the compliment, then paused at the question, taken aback by the abrupt directness of it. He’d known that Shinichi was one for getting straight to the point, but the interaction with Twig had somehow made him forget, just temporarily, that they weren’t already friends. 

…which was really kind of an odd feeling, as the half-brit really didn’t have friends generally, anyway. 

“Ah… need you, well, I…” He shifted his gaze to the table, wondering if they were going to sit anytime soon as the pain in his back resurfaced, throbbing as the anxiety grew. But he could do this. They were… colleagues. He had to remember that.

Hakuba started again, voice tired, but stable. “As I mentioned in my letter and emails, I had a sort of question to pose to you, but it deals with ethics and nitty-gritty… really, I’d just like to chat, if you’re inclined. I’ve always wanted to meet you formally, and see how we hit it off as I’m to understand we have much in common. Since I’m here in Japan for the moment, and you’re no longer vanished, I thought it would be an ideal time to try.”

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Lost Keys || osakandetectivehattori

osakandetectivehattori:

whiteknighthakuba:

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Hakuba was nearly unconscious by the time he got to his car. The world shifted around him, twisting the pavement beneath his feet. Still, somehow, he found the study metal frame of the rental car and pressed against it, breaths ragged. The young detective steadied himself, then reached into his pocket for the keys which… were not there. Frantic, he overturned each of his pockets, scattering their contents to the ground. 

Cell phone, pocket watch, wallet, loose change, half-empty pack of cigarettes, lighter, another pocket watch, handkerchief, pen, detective notebook, and a mint tin found themselves scattered at his feet. Still no keys. Hakuba tried the handle of the car in desperation but, being locked, didn’t budge. He coughed, pulling back to try breaking the window in, which only left him with a sore elbow and a frustrated sigh.

The others were still after him. He had his sample; he needed to get out of there and the keys had to be recovered. The particular key ring that had been lost would grant access to not only the car, but also the house, his gym locker, filing cabinet drawers, bedroom, safety deposit box, and so on. This wouldn’t do…

But even as he leaned back against the car, he was having trouble thinking clearly. Something about the lack of sleep, the mysterious strain he’d tested, and the blood loss made it difficulty for him to stand much longer, too. His vision blurred, the world tilted sideways and Hakuba found himself face first against the ground. He wasn’t sure who’d turned out the stars, but everything was getting dark.

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When Hattori got home he and his father were going to sit down and have a long conversation about ‘little errands’. Little errands did not mean flying to Tokyo. Little errands did not involve tracking down a stupid, stuck up annoying detective who should have been home, but wasn’t. Little errands did not mean walking all over the place – he missed his baby – and getting lost… sort of…

Apparently something was to be delivered to Superintendent General Hakuba. His father had been asked to do it, but the case that he was working on – and Hattori in secret – was keeping him busy. Instead of sending a lower ranked officer, he had dumped the task on Hattori, saying something about wanting him to “learn a little something from Hakuba”.

The hell could he learn from that arrogant ass?

Okay, maybe he was just in a really bad mood, but his feet were sore. He was tired, lost – not actually lost, he was never lost – and he just wanted to crawl into bed already. But no one knew where Superintendent General Hakuba was, and Hakuba himself wasn’t at home where he should have been.

So now Hattori was looking all over town for him.

Hattori was about to give up and just leave the files with the police station – if he could find it again – when low and behold, there was Hakuba.

Hattori had opened his mouth to call for the half-brit, but something in his gut stopped him. There was something wrong with the way Hakuba was acting. The way his body swayed, and the panicked look on his face. His feet started to move before his brain could catch up with his movements. It was then that he noticed Hakuba slipping.

He reached Hakuba a few moments after he hit the ground. Hattori dropped to his knees and gently shook the detective. 

“Oi, Hakuba!” Hattori whispered in a demanding tone. “Hakuba!”

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The voice startled Hakuba awake and he gasped, head turning quickly to take in his surroundings. The rental car. The blood. The items scattered on the ground…  He pushed himself up onto his hip, grimacing, then turned his attention to Hattori, taking just a moment to breathe before he reached for his shoulder.

“Hattori!” He hissed, then gathered himself under his feet, taking any assistance if offered. “What in the bloody hell are you doing here?!" 

Hakuba bit off a string of curses that ultimately came out under his breath as he struggled, back against the car, to get back to standing. He had to get the evidence to safety, had to get out of the area before they caught up, and he desperately needed his keys. 

But there really was something wrong with the half-brit. Something in his eyes, and the sweat that gathered that made his bangs curl and cling to his forehead. He gasped at the air, using the other teenager to steady himself, then stumbled, pitching forward into Hattori. "The keys. Help me find my keys. Please." 

It was a desperate plea from a ragged voice, and the blond detective huffed loudly, then shook his head. Too many lights. Too many floating lights. 

"The keys… I need… I need my keys." 

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The Meaning of the Monocle

smokebombsandmirrors:

“Thank you.” Kaito began and took up the bottle. “You’re not the only with an out of element feeling. I brought a Seven hundred dollar bottle of wine because I thought it was something you liked." 

He smiled at him, quick and easy. “So why don’t we agree that tonight was a royal mess, curl up together on the couch, watch a movie and call it a night. We’ll handle what all of this means in the morning after some sleep. Cause right now we are both too sensitive to each other. Deal?”

He spun the bottle on the flat of his palm and walked past him. 

It took several seconds for Hakuba to process what Kaito said, confused by just how simple he’d made it all sound. How easy. As if the drama weren’t broiling, as if his feelings weren’t torn into pieces and building up and such a mess all at once. He watched him as he walked past, blinking, and found himself nodding. 

"That… that sounds like a splendid idea, Kuroba-kun. Deal." 

He jogged to catch up with him, attempting a smile as he moved to pull in front, hopeful and a little more exuberant than moments before. "I do like the wine, though, and again, I am more than happy to drink with you if you’re willing…" 

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The Meaning of the Monocle

smokebombsandmirrors:

He nodded and walked in. The bottle was exactly where he left it  on the table. Briskly he moved towards it a picked it up, then put it back down again. 

“I’m sorry. I just reacted. I … was running on pure emotions and went for the kiss. I didn’t mean to askew your plans for tonight. I wanted this to go great too. Funny thing is that plans around me have a way of …. I wanted to kiss you, still do but if you want to take it slow and start off as friends then okay. I’m okay with that.” He turned and faced him. “But I have to know, Hakuba, in detail, what you want from me? What do you need from me? Before anything else happens I have to know.”

Once again, Hakuba found himself surprised. And disoriented. He stopped where he was, just a few feet from Kaito, to stare at him. There it was, the need and the chance for clarification. Kuroba had put the ball in his court, though for what reason he couldn’t fathom. 

Hesitating, he lifted a hand to run through his hair, gaze dropping to the floor. “It’s all just a little overwhelming, Kuroba-kun…” Then came a sigh as he dropped his hand, helpless. 

“One moment, I’m coming to you, whom I believe detests me, for advice… because I can’t decide what to do with myself… only to find out, tonight, that we’ve both been harboring secret feelings of affection and adoration… and now here you are in my bedroom." 

Hakuba looked back at him and shrugged, nervous frown. "I’m terrified, honestly. I never thought I’d have the chance to… to tell you, much less kiss you, and… what am I supposed to say? I’m just as lost as you are… wanting, confused; needing, reluctant; elated, despairing. Relieved that you want to talk, so very, very scared that I’ll say all of the wrong things, just as I have all night… just as I did at your home, and after the heist… And then the monocle, I wanted to protect you, not hurt you… God, it’s a mess!" 

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Bloody Moriarty

thelotusflowerfiles:

“Shake?” Shinichi asked hopefully and held out his hand for her.

Twig puffed up, excitement nearly bursting at the command that she recognized. She lifted her paw, ears up and forward once more as she scooted closer, making absolute certain that her pads made contact with Shinichi’s palm. She then looked back at Hakuba for approval with a quick glance, then back to wait for Shinichi’s response… which she hoped would be praise.

“Such a good girl,” Hakuba said in English, unable to stop his snickering. “We’ll have to work on your Japanese, though, Twig, if we’re to stay here for any length of time…”

He wanted to get down and pet her, but that seemed ill-advised, so instead he shifted his weight to lean a little more heavily on the cane.

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Bloody Moriarty

thelotusflowerfiles:

Shinichi clasped his hand briefly, taking in the size, texture; the fact that they shook slightly and were firm but gentle in their grip before crouching down to Twig. He couldn’t help but to smile at her. A small tiny smile that just barely lift the corners of his mouth but was so gentle and sweet.

“This should be fine. She seems like a lovely lady.” He said to him before addressing Twig. “Good Afternoon, Twig.”

Hakuba noticed the smile, tilting his head at the detective as he turned his attention to the dog. Cute. It helped him ease into a more genuine of his own, for the moment able to ignore the building pain in his back from standing still for so long. “She’s a good girl, yes… she’ll shake, too, if you ask her in english. Won’t you, Twiggy?" 

Twig looked back and forth between them, large ears twitching and angling toward whoever last said her name. She loved attention, and her tail wagged harder to show it, doing all that she could to stay sitting politely though she really wanted to run to this new person. Frustrated, she closed her mouth and pointedly sniffed at Shinichi, ears falling back. 

"I think she can tell that you’re a dog person,” Hakuba laughed, biting his lip. 

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Catching Up With Fate

kuroba-k:

Kaito hadn’t expected a reaction to his condolences. He was well aware that some people preferred not to talk about it. He himself had kept it that way for a very, very long time. So he moved on as well, without trying to pry any further information about the woman out of the blonde. He reacted again on the note of the tunnel vision and nodded.
“It’s not unusual for people to underestimate their own injuries. The adrenaline and panik in situations as such surpress the pain. Nature’s way of ‘better worse off than all dead’.”

He then scribbled down a few things Hakuba used to describe the pain as well as the fact he couldn’t put much weight on it, the stiff feeling and finally he also scribbled a note along the frame to reread the files from the previous therapy. Mainly to avoid the same techniques if they didn’t help. He lightly frowned at the words that it apparently got even worse. But he showed no sign of disbelief, it rather made him curious what could have lead to that.
PAIN MANAGEMENT he wrote down in capital letters at the bottom frame of the sheet, then he looked up again grinning right back. “I could imagine KID would be considerate enough not to overexert you.” Then he laughed. “That would be a heist I’d love to see. I haven’t been to any in a while.”
“But on with this for now, I’d like to talk about the pain a little more detailed.” And with that the questions became a little less open. Showing Hakuba the body chart as well, he made sure to draw in every injury he had and especially still felt, asking for older ones, too. Then he reached for details such as how the pain would feel, how close to the surface or deep it was, if it was constant or movement related or both and how severe he would rate each painful spot and if they showed any relation to each other. He’d also ask which activities Hakuba tried to decrease the pain, which worked and when it would increase, how it changed throughout the day and the week and he let Hakuba repeat which medication he really took and how regularly. During all this Kaito kept writing it down in short notes, abbreviations and symbols.

Finally though, he turned the sheet back over. “Alright, that has been a lot of technical information now. Let’s ease it off with a bit social talk again. Have you still been doing Judo or have you been into any other hobbies that might have been stopped or gotten difficult due to the injury?”

It was difficult to answer the questions as vaguely as it seemed required. Hakuba wanted to give specific answers with a statistical analysis, but he simply didn’t have the data. So much had happened in such a short period of time that he felt fairly helpless as he supplied what information he could: It ached, the pain radiated, he could feel it all the way up and down his leg, into his hip. Despite his knee not actually sustaining direct injury, he had difficulty bending or flexing it, and it felt an awful lot like the kneecap, he thought, were being pulled apart from the inside out. 

He pointed out his other points of injury on the chart, as well. Cracked ribs that had more or less healed, but still hurt from time to time; a small concussion at his temple that had only left a faint mark. Bruises here and there, road rash on his back, on his opposite thigh. 

“Judo?” Hakuba asked, smirking at Kaito with a tilt of his head. “God, I’ve never been good at martial arts, no. I always did fencing, jogging, tennis… that sort of thing. But I can’t do any of that now, no.” He laughed, shifting a little on the table as if just talking about it were making the pain worse. “I mostly hobble around on these crutches and sit in a recliner to work… So, everything has become more difficult.”

Then he hesitated, wondering if he should bring up the other factor, biting his lip. It would come out eventually, wouldn’t it? No. Not yet. He went back to KID instead of the kid. “I certainly hope Kaitou-san plays nicely… though I sincerely doubt I’ll be able to attend any heists any time soon. Can you just imagine…? Crutches and all… god, it would be so ridiculous.”

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The Meaning of the Monocle

smokebombsandmirrors:

Because he wanted to hold his hand and because Hakuba was still nervous around him Kaito stuffed his hands into his pockets. At the others words he found himself whipping his head around to look at him. What was that supposed to mean? Did he want to wait before they …. He messed up again and now Hakuba was apologizing for nothing. Refraining from tearing his hand into his bangs and degrading himself he kept uncharacteristically quiet. 

The silence was a bad sign, and Hakuba frowned, finally glancing at him. “Ah…” But what could he say to fix it? Which specific thing, of the very long list of wrongs he’d done that night, was Kuroba upset about now? 

Heaving a sigh, Hakuba turned back to look ahead again, his own hands finding their way into his pockets. Miserable, guilty, ashamed, feeling chided in the wake of the lack of response. 

Things had been better just before Baaya had interrupted. Dangerous, but better. He didn’t know how to feel or what to do and that, in and of itself, was frustrating enough, but to have Kuroba wrapped up in it and all of the stress from everything else… god he wanted that wine. Alcohol always made things a little bit easier to deal with. 

He fumbled with his keys, pulling them from his pocket once they got to the door. Two locks later, he looked back at Kaito, then gestured for him to go in first. “After you." 

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The Meaning of the Monocle

smokebombsandmirrors:

Kaito managed to look up at him when he walked in. The physical blow he felt when he saw him took his breath and voice away. Nothing was going to be the same for him. He couldn’t hear what Hakuba had said just walked over to him quickly. 

“I’ll come with you.”

He had to get out of that room. He needed to be near Hakuba again and try to figure out what he was going to do where exactly they stood in this.

Hakuba had expected to hurry and come right back, but having Kaito suddenly with him disoriented him all over again. “Ah, if… if you’d really like to,” he said, stumbling in his step as he made room the other in the hallway, though it was unnecessary, and started back down the hall.

Why did he have to blush so much? Really, was there any sort of evolutionary advantage to displaying embarrassment or anger in such a visible way? Perhaps it had something to do with posturing… or showing vulnerability to appeal to others’ more tender emotions? Humility, leading to trustworthiness? He wasn’t certain, but he didn’t like it. At all. Curse his damned British half.

“I’m sorry things haven’t gone exactly the way I’d intended… here, I’d wanted a chance for us to relax and talk a little more… perhaps get to know each other on the level, but, ah, all I’ve done so far is upset you.”  

He couldn’t bring himself to look at him while he spoke, simply walking with gaze focused straight ahead. 

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Two is Too Much

ft-dc-fan:

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“Oh really? That’s nice. If you want to, we could buy one together. You know, my dad asked me to buy him a new one anyway. So I wouldn’t mind helping you to find one too.”, she offered him with a smile on her lips.

Oh. Getting help buying a tie?  Hakuba resisted the urge to make a horrified face, instead forcing his smile to be just a little bit broader. It was strained at best. He didn’t need help buying a tie. He didn’t need help with anything, really, and especially not with clothing. 

But… it was a sweet offer… and the detective didn’t have it in him to be overtly cruel, so with a sort of sag in his shoulders he nodded, corner of his mouth twitching. “Certainly… yes, that would be wonderful, Nakamori-chan. Perhaps…”  No, don’t say it. “Perhaps we could get lunch together while we’re at it?”

God, no what was he getting himself into?