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The Meaning of the Monocle

smokebombsandmirrors:

When Baaya had left Kaito eased off the charm a bit. The smile fell just slightly and he did a quick glance around the room. Not much had change since the last time he was here. The parlor was grand in its self but he felt out of place there. Surrounded by money and power … and with out Hakuba. He had kissed him and wanted to do it again. He covered his mouth a thin scarred hand.

Why was it Hakuba who made everything he had ever planed for fly right out the window? His ability to keep a Poker Face on him had been lost in the beginning of the night. So much had happened in a very short span of time. They both confessed to liking each other and Hakuba had let him in his room. Let him in willingly into that private area.

Crossing to the window he stared out it to the grounds. When he was here, disguised as a servant he had gotten to see quite a bit of the Hakuba estate save for Hakuba bedroom. Not that wasn’t allowed in. He just couldn’t intrude like that.

He thought back to the nights after Nightmare and the heists that were screwy. How many time had he found himself outside Hakuba’s window or in the tree closet to it just watching the detective, wanting so badly to open the window and have a long much needed talk about everything or just to simply appreciate the calming silence around the other? Then again if he had tried that he probably would have gotten kicked out or arrested.He sighed and rested his steadily throbbing head against the cool clear glass.

So they liked each other now what? What should he do now? For the first time in a long time Kaito found himself hopelessly lost in looking towards his future.

If only Kaito had known just how many times Hakuba had stayed up late, wishing that KID would come to visit him… 

The detective hesitated before poking his head into the room, finding Kuroba before stepping in. “Apologies,” he said at first, giving an awkward sort of bow out of habit. “…I didn’t mean to take so long. So, ah, a movie.. with the cake and the wine, yes?" 

He paused.

”…You do have the wine on you, don’t you…?“ 

But Hakuba already knew the answer to that question; it was back in the room on the table. Shoulders sagging, he turned around. ”…I’ll… I’ll be right back, Kuroba-kun.“

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A History of Perfect Mistakes

meitantei-cowlick:

She didn’t know why he was feeling guilty, there was no reason for it what so ever. Yes he may have been the one to suggest the wine but she could have easily said no. In fact she usually did. Mostly because she liked to keep her wits about her and didn’t know what alcohol of any sort did to her (though she knew now, sort of). Apparently a glass and a half and she was drunk.

How embarrassing. 

With her inhibitions impaired it had been so easy to not try and dodge his flirting with her as she usually did. Had no fear of returning similar actions. It was like letting him in a bit on the secret she was afraid for him to know. But after last night surely he had to have some idea. So… where did that leave them?

Keeping herself semi-curled where she was crouched, Shinori glanced to him and nodded. He’d seen all of her last night but being sober made her a little self conscious about being completely bare in front of him. Glancing to the robe, she nodded and gave him a small smile. 

“I appreciate that, thank you Hakuba." 

"Of course." 

Hakuba stood and went to the cupboard again, digging through the various medical supplies for the bottle of aspirin that he had in there somewhere. What was he doing? How had he managed to get so awkward? It wasn’t as if he hadn’t slept with someone before, god no, but this was Kudou, and… 

He sighed, pulling out the bottle to measure out two or three pills, chancing a glance back at her hesitantly. Was he allowed to look? Was he allowed to… appreciate? They were both adults. Colleagues, classmates, friends. And now this. He bit his lip. "Kudou-kun… Last night…" 

Now was not the time to be a coward, but he couldn’t help the anxiety that gnawed at him. Always gnawed at him. Why had he been so quick to get dressed? Was he putting up a wall? 

Was he simply overthinking things, as usual?

"You’re… you’re all right, aren’t you? Aside from the hangover, I mean. I didn’t… hurt you, did I?" 

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Bloody Moriarty

thelotusflowerfiles:

He noticed the dog first and nearly knelt down with boyish delight to play with it. The cane was next, then finally Hakuba’s face. He remembered him from the minor amount of cases they worked on together from his days as Conan and the background research he had done when the detective had first contacted him.

Standing he slipped off the glasses and tossed them onto the papers, and extended a hand out to him. “Hakuba Saguru?”

Twig looked between the two people, ears perked, tail up, then sat back on her haunches when Hakuba shifted her leash to his other hand so he could take Shinichi’s. It was polite to sit while the master was doing his greetings, after all, and since they were in a building, she had to be on her best behavior. 

“Yes, a pleasure to formally meet you at last, Kudou-san.” Hakuba gave a firm handshake, smile warm and confident. So far, so good. “Thank you for agreeing to meet with me. Ah, I hope you don’t mind… I’ve brought Twig along with me today." 

Taking his hand back, he gestured down to the corgi, then looked back at the detective. "She won’t be any trouble, I assure you." 

The dog looked up at Hakuba as if she understood him, mouth opening to pant and smile, tail swishing on the floor.

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The Meaning of the Monocle

smokebombsandmirrors:

“Ah, Yes, please.” He blushed. Hakuba had talked about him to his mother. He stopped and had to think about it. He, Hakuba could have been complaining about him. Gods knows that he did the same with his mother. He released Baaya, placed his hands into his pockets and shifted from one foot to the other. Kaito found himself a little too excited and pleased yet so nervous and scared. He hope not too much of that showed though.

“Wonderful.” It was difficult for Baaya to be anything but amused about the entire situation. These two boys, barely out of their teenage years, so focused on being serious and career-minded, but still so tender. For all of their experiences – and she could tell that Kuroba had had his share – they were still so young in this world. “You make yourself at home, dear, and I’ll be right back." 

She left the room and glanced down the hallway again, smirking at Hakuba as he reluctantly approached.  "Your guest is waiting for you. I’ll be right back with the cake.”

“Thank you, Baaya…”  Hakuba said, taking his time to trudge over the polished floors, hands in his pockets. How was he supposed to face Kaito in the light of everything?

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Gentlemen Prefer Brits

moonlightmajutsushi:

The thief chuckled some at the command.

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“Implying that I’m somehow not a gentleman?”

He did comply, however, shifting to face away from the other. Not that he wouldn’t have turned anyway. After all, Kid was already a gentleman, so of course he would have been courteous enough to not look, right?

Right.

…Maybe.

Honestly, much as he liked to tease, Kid did try and stay within boundaries. Push them from time to time as needed and when he knew he could get away with the pushing, but this wasn’t the best situation to do that. Hakuba already felt awkward, and it really would be rude to purposefully heighten that feeling right now. Especially since he was the one who’d come uninvited and he didn’t know Hakuba well enough to be aware of how far the limits were.

Heck, the thief wasn’t even aware of all that he’d put up with himself, where the detective was involved, much less how far the other would tolerate… Teasing was normal, and the flirting, fun… and he did like the other teen well enough now, considering he’d calmed down quite a bit since the first time they’d met. He just… really wasn’t sure about much else at this point.

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It was confusing for Hakuba, as well. But then, everything with the thief was. Once in the safety of his closet, the detective set to work finding a pair of boxer-briefs and sweats, which he slipped on quickly to hide the worst of his scars. He wasn’t sure how much Kid had seen, but hopefully there wouldn’t be any commentary on that.

The detective pulled a dress shirt down from a hanger and slipped it over his arms, wondering just how odd it might look to pair such with the sweats, but decided that he didn’t care as he went back out into the room to sit on the bed once more. He would be leaving the buttons open, anyway. 

"All right,” he said, pulling back the covers to get underneath them. “You’re allowed to turn around again. Thank you, you were quite the gentleman.”  Hakuba made sure that there was plenty of room left on the bed, settling down with a smirk. “Though I can’t imagine resting with that hat on. I assume that you insist on keeping it on, though?”

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The Meaning of the Monocle

smokebombsandmirrors:

“My mother?” He asked.

He wasn’t expecting that. Hakuba’s mother knew his. That was surreal and slightly irritating. Why didn’t Hakuba say something? Why didn’t his mother? His brow scrunched in irritation slightly and he debated on calling her. Poker face perfectly in place he continued with Baaya’s answer.

“She’s doing wonderful, I think the last time I had heard from her she was in Prague studying fashion.”

“Oh, that sounds lovely,” Baaya said, not missing the tiny hint of surprise, leading Kaito into the parlor. “I’ll be sure to let the mistress know. The young master talks about you so much that she couldn’t help but be curious, though they haven’t seen each other in ages…”

The parlor was a large room with plush carpet, neutral wall tones, receded lighting, and very comfortable leather furniture in various shades of dark brown. It was very much a lounge, really; stocked wet bar in the back, card table and chairs nearby, billiards table between that and the couches, large flat screen tv, expensive sound system… But then, it was technically the Superintendent General’s den, so of course it had to be larger than life and of supreme quality.

“Shall I go fetch a plate of cake for you both?”

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Catching Up With Fate

kuroba-k:

Kaito pretendet not to notice the awkwardness and instead gave off the impression that this was exactly what he expected Hakuba to do. He had a body model on his form and simply sketched in the part the detective had pointed at on himself. He put a little one next to it and circled a few lines of writing he already jotted down on the form before and wrote a small one next to that as well.

“I’m very sorry for your loss, Hakuba-san.” He said quietly after hearing that the detective was close to the victim. And he nodded with a small smile after hearing that the son was saved.

“Actually you may skip the whole medical diagnoses they told you. I’ve read them already. I’d rather want to know how you experienced it and how you felt. Because for my line of work the medical terms may be nice to know, but I don’t want to treat a diagnosis. I’m planning to treat you and help you to get back to daily business. Ailments don’t know what make you feel comfortable.”

“Ah, right…”  Hakuba didn’t want to thank him for the apology – didn’t even want to think about it – so he moved on. Every time he’d had to explain the situation, it brought up far too many vivid memories, and feeling that loss all over again wasn’t something that he wanted to do. Not ever, really, much less in front of his former classmate and rival.

Swallowing, he attempted to concentrate on the task at hand. “Well, ah, at the time of the injury I was really only thinking about the case. Tunnel vision, you know… we detectives are so predictable that way. I think I must have made it worse, though, by moving despite the injury, but it was necessary. Ah…”

He tried to remember what sort of relevant information he could provide, teeth gritting. “Pain, obviously. Surgery. Er, though, when it happened it was sort of like… well, the imagery I can come up with is like chopping wood, I suppose? Only, once you first get the axe in, you use dynamite to finish the job.”  Hakuba coughed. “I still can’t put any weight on it, and it aches quite often. Almost constantly, actually.”

Glancing back down at his leg, Hakuba made a face as if to chastise the injury, then heaved a helpless sigh. “Stiff, too. I followed the last therapist’s recommendations to the letter, I think, but it’s to the point where I can hardly sleep, and crutches are terribly inconvenient, and… I just… How am I supposed to chase Kaitou Kid like this?”

It was meant to be a joke to ease the tension, but even so, he couldn’t help the sly little grin and challenging glance at Kaito immediately after. 

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Catching Up With Fate

kuroba-k:

The last comment had Kaito laughing as well and then he gave him a cheeky grin. “I could be goofing off right now, but I don’t think it would be good for my position and it does kind of ruin the professional impression I should be having.”

The brunette knew he’d barely shown this side of him at school and in all honesty he had been a little more uncontrolled back then. Teenage hormones and all that and as much as he liked to deny, he had matured a bit. Which didn’t mean he couldn’t have fun though, but the feeling of approprietness has become much, much better.

“So I hope you’re not too weirded out by me and we can make some good use of our time. What I’d like to know now is how you’ve been doing with your leg, what happened exactly? I mean I read the paper, but I’d like to hear from you, how did it go after surgery and what had bothered you since then. Don’t try to rate things for importance, I’d like to hear the silly and stupid bits as well.” His smile was back to being friendly and warm, eyes directed at Hakuba’s face but not stairing, showing him his interest.

It was admittedly strange receiving such positive attention from Kuroba; he was used to being teased or antagonized, not cared for. Certainly not like this. The detective wondered just how much had changed for him. Could it have been as much for himself? Somehow he doubted it, but then, Kuroba Kaito had always been the unpredictable sort. He never would have pegged the infamous class clown as a future physical therapist– the thief that he was convinced he was, well… Actually, he was a lot like this, as far as he could remember.

Interesting.

“No, no, it really is fine. Honestly, it’s nice that I don’t have to explain myself too much… and it’s not as though you’re going to treat me like some foreigner; just a pesky detective.” Hakuba laughed, but he quickly sobered, rubbing the side of his neck as he tried to decide how to describe the situation in a way that wouldn’t provide too many details. 

So much of it was still in the air, after all.

“As for the incident, a… well… Obviously, I was shot in the leg, here…” Hakuba pointed, feeling a silly as he did so. “Fracturing the femur, tearing up the muscle, that sort of thing. Very close range, very messy. God, and it hurt like absolute hell. The culprit was the ex husband of a dear friend of mine… Oshiro Miyu, the victim. She was, ah… murdered. I…" 

He hesitated, chewing on his lower lip for a moment, offering a small, pained smile, glancing up at the ceiling. "I didn’t get to her in time. She was still alive when I got to the scene, but I… couldn’t save her.”

Not willing to let that hang there, he grimaced and continued. “But I did manage to save… her son, who had been kidnapped by the culprit. It was during that confrontation that I was injured. Other injuries, too, though my leg was certainly the worst of it, and has been ever since. Ah, what, specifically… did you need to know about it, post-op?”

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Catching Up With Fate

kuroba-k:

“I do occasional shows and it once was my plan. But the entertainment business has changed a lot and I don’t want it to control my life.” Which was true, but it wasn’t quite everything, but that was something he preferred not to share. “And thank you for the compliment. I really like my work.” A bright smile followed and he took the cruches to lean them against the desk.

“Let me rearrange here first though.” With a few quick adjustments he flipped up the head part of the table, grabbed a pillow and a knee roll. “Your face tells me that either you’re not taking your pain killer or the dose is a little off for your needs. Lean back, I’ll help a little.” He put the pillow on the head part and bent down to stabilize the detective’s leg bevor he smoothly shifted him up and properly onto the table, keeping a hold on the leg until the knee roll was slid underneath as well.

“We’re going to talk a while first, relax a bit.” Then Kaito pulled up his stool again and sat down once more, back to eye level. “And I’ve been rather fine, thank you.” He flicked his wrist to conjure a pen and pulled a sheet of paper from the file. “Because this is your first appointment, we’ll have a full hour’s time. I’ve already read the files and also what your previous therapist suggests, but that is her view. I’d like to hear your story and then take a look myself in order to find a way that works for the both of us. So I’ll be asking you a few questions and we’ll just chat on for the next half hour. Afterwards I’d like to examine your leg and if we have some time left, perhaps even ease into treatment. I’ll be taking notes, feel free to look over my shoulder if you’d like to.” Comfortable that Hakuba was able to take up this whole block of information easily, he went on a short pause later.

"How have you been?”

The detective made a face at the comment about the pain, but once they started moving, he had to bite his lip to hold back a hiss. Hakuba wasn’t able to stop the grimace, though. It got easier once he was situated, though, and he sighed with relief before looking to Kaito again, tilting his head with a wry smirk.

“That all sounds good, yes, and I’ve been well enough, I suppose… thank you for asking.” He addressed the last comment before regarding the rest, but in the end just laughed quietly. “God, it’s so odd to me to see you being so low-key and professional. Not that I doubt your ability; you clearly know what you’re doing, but…" 

Hakuba glanced over at the various diagrams on the wall and shrugged, compulsively bringing a hand up to rub over his pant leg where the injury was. It was true that the pain medications weren’t working as well as they could have been, but then in his mind, nothing could really compare with morphine, so what was the point?

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Bloody Moriarty

thelotusflowerfiles:

After dropping off the case files dealing with the regular ‘are you okay’s  and ‘you should sleep more’ from Takagi and Sato Shinichi had managed to get home with out an incident, thankfully.

The next morning Shinichi had woken up to a strange dream involving Downey Jr’s Holmes and a talking dog named Tim. There was something about a lost tea cup the belong to Louis the Sixteenth and a traveling giant cranes show loosing their golden llama deity statue.

It took three cups of the strongest coffee he had to take the edge off of the ringing in his ears that came from the screeching of large birds. Rubbing his fingers over his eyes he sighed and tried hard to forget his dream.

A shower washed away anything else that lingered. Towel over his head he glanced at his blinking phone.

[text]: okay

Dressing in a pair of jeans, white button down, and a light grey cotton vest, and a black blazer he wondered if he could sneak in a few case files at the cafe. Fingering his bangs a bit in the mirror he smoothed down most of the fly-a-ways before heading back down stairs to leave. Grabbing a black leather satchel he place about six in and tossed it over his shoulder. He was almost out the door when he remembered his glasses sitting on the desk. Sighing he walked back to them and hooked them into the blazer’s lapel.

Periot’s was slightly emptier than usual as Shinichi sat down in a corner booth; back to the wall and eye on the door. Even after being back and solving cases openly again the constant need to reaffirm a small measure of precaution never left. Settling down with a hot plain tea Shinichi got to work on a three person murder suicide and waited for Hakuba forgetting that it was only 1:15 pm.

As the time drew closer, Hakuba found himself getting more and more nervous. The staff at the house made sure that he was properly given tea as per Baaya’s instructions, and arranged for a car despite his assurance that he could call for a cab himself, really. He could drive himself, even, though on the off chance that he’d have to resort to the stronger painkillers in his bag…

Resigned, the Superintendent General’s son allowed himself to be driven to the cafe in question, though he begged them to let him walk the last half a block on his own. He didn’t want to be seen as someone weak, not for their very first meeting. Hakuba wanted to be Kudou’s colleague. He would be formal and polite, but there would be no awkward hierarchy of superiority– even though Shinichi was better. 

Though that was a given, Hakuba thought with a sigh as the car pulled up to the curb, given that he wasn’t a detective anymore. 

He stepped out with cane and canine, taking a moment to get his bearings before nodding to the driver. Yes, he’d call if he had any trouble, and yes, he’d call when he was ready to return to the house. Yes, he had his wallet. No, he didn’t need anything.

Twig waited patiently while they spoke, ears twitching at all of the people that passed them on the sidewalk.

Finally, Hakuba made his way into the cafe, awkward limp in his step, and drew himself up, looking for familiar faces. Anxious as he’d been, it was an instant relief once he found that Shinichi was there already, waiting. He checked his watch to ensure that he had made it on time – 14:59:21 – then made his way over to the back corner. A suitable place for detectives, really. Er, and ex-detectives.

He didn’t want to interrupt Shinichi’s work and approached cautiously with that in mind, hoping that he, or the jingling of Twig’s tags, would be noticed before he’d have to say anything at all.