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Hospital Hospitality || shsl-queenofcakes

shsl-queenofcakes:

Karin gazed at him as he bashfully continued speaking, rambling a bit in his nervousness. When he finished his explanation of his behavior off with a question directed at her, she answered by leaning forward and kissing his cheek with an affectionate smile.

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“Hakuba-kun,” she began, her tone laced in fondness, “I’m going to be fine. I would tell you if it were something life-threatening. I trust you, it’s just…ah, it’s nothing. I don’t know. I’m sure you and your fabulous detective-ing skills could deduce it, but I’ll have to ask you not to. It’s not even a big enough deal for me to be in the hospital in the first place,” she visibly lied through her teeth. “My father is just overly concerned. Enough about that, though, tell me about you, your day. Cheer me up.”

Satisfied that she’d sated his curiosity, the little fragile thing of a baker laid back against her pillows and threaded the fingers on one hand through his absentmindedly, apparently fearing he’d leave now that he had some information.

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“I’m loathe to deny the request of a lady, particularly one who needs the aforementioned cheer. I’ll stay out of it. As for my day, well, I went to several meetings this morning concerning a rash of new cases regarding gang activity,” he wet his lips, considering,  "…and spent two or three hours in court to provide testimonies for some others. At least I can say that I’ve only had to do one short pile of paperwork thus far, though I know that there’s more waiting for me at the office…“ 

He smiled for her, glancing away from their entwined fingers to watch her face. If he had a pony for every time someone asked him to not investigate their secrets (which only served to make them more interesting), he would have far too many ponies than was reasonably safe or zoned for his father’s estate. Though, honestly, he wondered if even the acres of land at his mother’s home in England would be enough. Alas, such was the life of a detective.

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Autumn Afternoons

koizumiakako:

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“Not at all. Please,” she answered, gently patting the space to her left and sliding her bag out of the way. She carried it mostly because it was cute, but it was actually rather handy for holding her pencils. Much easier than explaining how she carried all of her items without a backpack. People had grown far too nosy for their own good.

In actuality, Hakuba had surprised her by being the first to initiate contact after their little… squabble. He was generally just as stubborn as she though perhaps he was changing in more ways than she had anticipated. She kind of liked the idea of that. It made it easier on her.

The detective nodded his thanks, then settled down next to her. Well, he was careful to leave at least fifteen inches between them, but that was close enough. Shifting his schoolbag into his lap, he kept his eyes on the contents while he rummaged, which made it easier for him to speak.

Only he couldn’t think of what to say. 

What could he say to her? Why had he thought it a good idea to approach her in the first place? Finally on decent terms, with at least a couple of pleasant interactions between them since their last fight… why was he daring to meddle with that?

“Are your studies going well?” The question, blurted out, was as generic and unsatisfying as it could possibly be – with the exception of discussing the weather, perhaps, but with a witch as the conversation partner even that might have been interesting.

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A Tale of Rifles and Silver Bullets

okiya-subaru:

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“…Hospital. May I ask why you’re asking me that?” He scratched an ear with a wing. If it was what he thought it was, then that could be useful. Wouldn’t have to go out attacking people, at least…

“I’d like to provide you with a ready supply in order to keep you from repeating your earlier faux pas. It could come in handy for myself, as well, depending…” He pulled the ice pack from his neck and set it aside, adjusting the collar of his dress shirt in an attempt to hide the bandage.

Said attempt was unsuccessful, so he turned his efforts to loosening his tie. "How long was it between your being bitten and having turned? All that I feel thus far is light-headed.“

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+whiteknighthakuba

notallcatsaregood:

The thief kept moving, ears perked for any sign of movement from the neighboring rooms as he scanned the area. Hm. Looked like he’d entered one of the guest rooms. Clean. Tidy. Barely used, from what he could tell. And no valuables anywhere in sight.

Well. That was fine. He had the rest of the place to check out, after all, and plenty of time to do so.

Grin stretching wider as the familiar excitement of sneaking through someone’s home and trying not to get caught washed through him, he silently pushed the door open and peered out into the hall – only to freeze, body going perfectly still as his gaze locked onto one of the residents’ moving form.

Perhaps he’d been wrong.

It seemed not everyone was asleep, after all.

Unlike the other detectives in his circle, Hakuba did not possess some unearthly talent that allowed him to be ten or fifteen steps ahead of whatever perpetrator he happened to come across. However, as paranoid as he often was, he did have the sense to listen to his investigator’s instinct when something felt… off. 

Hakuba tilted his head, noting the vague shape of the side of the door in the dark. He slowed to a stop and studied it.  All doors were shut as part of the nightly rounds, yet this had been opened.  Its surface was not flat with the others and thus, was wrong. Someone had been about, and in one of the guest rooms, no less. 

The detective sighed. He had no weapons on him, no means of defense. The baseball bat was by the front door. The crowbar in his room. His gun in the lockbox under the window seat. Everything else was ornamental or hidden in the very secure bedroom of his father. 

“If you’re here,” he said quietly. “and not my special guest, I’m going to ask you, politely, to leave. There’s nothing here worth stealing, and if the breach alarm is tripped, it’ll bring the whole police force here startlingly fast." 

Then he waited, listening. Wondering, in the back of his mind, if he was yet again speaking to no one. It was an occurrence that happened more often than he’d like to admit. 

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kaito-kuroba1412:

He slowly closed the door , his smile growing , before than his look raised up untill to meet Hakuba’s look . During some seconds , he doesn’t moved , looking at him with a kind of pleasuring look .

Then , he finally decided to approach him , right letting the time to Hakuba to wait for him . And stopped in front of him , looking at him from head to feet again , before finally act .

With a quick move , he made him fall on the bed , as he doesn’t waiting any seconds for follow him . Keeping himself just above Hakuba , as their body was almost touching , he smiled again more .

“ Let’s the show begin ~ ” he whispered into his ear .

After this sentence , he deeply kissed him , doesn’t wainting any seconds for him to retake his breath .

Hakuba had expected a kiss; it was Kaitou KID after all, and that’s what Kaitous did. At least as far as he had observed by attending the heists, the Phantom Thief had often wriggled his way out of difficult situations by slathering some of that infamous charm of his on his fans. A kiss on the hand here, an innocent touch there. The occasional lip to lip contact, too; whatever he needed to do in order to escape, survive, and fight another day. 

So, no. When Kaitou looked at him, the detective offered a small sort of smile. He’d readied himself to taste what many others potentially had (did it count if Kaitou wore a mask?), but he had not expected the full effect of the thief’s efforts. 

Without warning, he found himself on his back, staring up at Kid with the faint expression of surprise. He barely had time to process what Kaitou’d even said (his mind kept stuttering over the potential implications of that well-worn phrase) before the kiss began. But it wasn’t long at all before he forgot to be concerned about that.

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Shadows || themoonlightthief / camiechan

camiechan:

themoonlightthief:

“Hakuba!”

This was a nightmare. It had to be. There was no other way to explain it – not the shadow, not the way Hakuba’s hand had just gone through his throat like it wasn’t even there – and Kaito just wanted to wake up, to have the horrified panic and pure fear pulsing through him wash away in place of hope and relieved laughter. 

He wanted to pinch himself, but he knew it wouldn’t break this nightmarish reality, no matter how much he wanted and needed it to. Why was this happening? 

Moving as quickly as his body allowed him to, he grabbed for one of the remaining fireworks, lit it up, then threw himself towards the shadow’s visible limbs, shoving the burning wick into the bubbling mass of darkness. He didn’t know if it would be enough to get rid of the damn thing entirely – actually, previous tries had proven that it wouldn’t be enough, no matter how much he hoped for it to be – but, hopefully, it would be enough to make the damn thing let go of the detective. 

A nightmare. 

A nightmare he brought here. 

He never should have opened that damn box. 

The shadow grasped tightly around the blonde’s neck, the look of fear and panic feeding its lust. The desire to strangle the very life slowly and painfully out of the victim in its grasp.

Then there was a loud shriek, the sudden light of the fireworks that had escaped its notice before burned the shadowy mass and melted it away as it growled and hissed; retreating into the darkness of a nearby shadow and disappearing from their field of vision. Though is dark presence still lingered, filling the room with a sickening atmosphere.

Slowly the room started to fill with a dark but thin mist, seeping into the furniture and hanging in the air like an almost unseeable smog.

In the wake of fiery pain and the terrifying inability to breathe, Hakuba did little but gasp when the shadowy hands were finally removed. At least for four or five seconds, eyes wide and staring at the ceiling overhead. The moment that his mind processed that he could, again, successfully pull oxygen into his lungs, he scrambled to sit up and throw himself at Kaito, arms reaching to wrap around his shoulders in a panic.

“What-” gasp “-the bloody-” wheeze “-fucking HELL?!”  

He saw the marks on Kaito’s neck, the matching set on his own throat still stinging from the attack. It struck him, then, that as much as he wanted to bury his face against the other boy’s shoulder, whatever that thing had been was probably still lurking. He turned his head, eyes wide again, searching the area immediately around them, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Alas, his vision clouded as the dark dog settled in.

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+whiteknighthakuba

notallcatsaregood:

Sylwen grinned, slyly, pulling the window open and silently slipping inside with a grace and swiftness not unlike an actual cat. It was quiet and dark and he imagined everyone had to be asleep by now. Which meant it was the perfect time for him to move.

He walked with soft, light steps through the room, goggles over blue eyes and set on nightvision, giving him a perfect view of the area. Rich, definitely. As if the yard and outside of the house alone hadn’t been enough of a clue.

Perfect.

Ah, unfortunately for the slinky cat burglar, another perfectionist stalked the halls and rooms in the darkness. Although he should have been sleeping, Hakuba Saguru was not well-known for his adequate efforts for shut-eye. Without shoes, the detective’s socked feet made little sound as he moved. Not that he was actually looking for anything in particular that night; his patrol was more of anxious habit than anything, and he focused on the silence only in hopes of drowning his thoughts out. 

Without night vision goggles of his own, though, it was only a matter of time before he would run into something – or someone – whether they were aware of it or not. 

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Shadows || themoonlightthief / camiechan

camiechan:

He shook his head, breathing through his nose as he tried to push the nausea down, away, because throwing up – again – was not on the list of things he wanted to do right now. He didn’t have time for it. Not when—

Eyes once more snapping open, he quickly scanned the area, gaze carefully darting over the floor, the walls, and every visible object and surface. Movement in the corner of his eye made the magician’s breath catch in his throat, but when he turned his head to look, there was nothing there. Imagination? Possibly. But then again, maybe not.

“N-no, no ambulance, I—” Kaito swallowed, attention returning to Hakuba. It hurt to speak and he was still feeling disoriented and dizzy – more so than he was comfortable with – but he still managed a small grin, forcing any hints of pain away as he pushed himself up to a sitting position. “I’m fine. I just had a bit of an accident with a…a new trick. Sorry for worrying you.”

Alright. Maybe he was more out of it than he thought. 

For a moment, Hakuba’s hand had looked almost transparent. But that, if anything, had to be his imagination. Right?

The terror on the thief’s face was enough to move the shadow into action once again. Lusting for more screams of agony it closes upon the two, quietly snaking behind the blonde. More memories surfaced, more desire to see the horror on it’s target, more hunger.

The shadow coiled the half brit’s leg, silently and barely visible it moved upward. Then shadowy hands materialize around its victim’s neck, repeating the same burning sensation it had with the other. Bubbling darkness burning like acid over skin and it drags him to the floor; choking him of the oxygen he needed to breathe.

Hakuba sat back at Kaito’s reassurance, though he was utterly unconvinced. Looking over the other boy again, the foreign detective frowned and sighed, watching him sit up straight. That was certainly better than before, he reasoned, so he couldn’t have been that badly off, right? 

Still yet unaware of the creeping shadow that moved up his leg and body, Hakuba cracked a smile of his own, brow raising to give him a quizzical appearance, as if he were preparing to give the thief a lecture.

“It’s nothing, really… I’m, ah, honored that you thought to come to me.” The admission came with a bit of a creeping blush and a small, shy smile. “Are you certain that you’re all right? You know, I’ve heard that practicing new magic tricks on your own is a good way to get ki-”

The words cut off abruptly with a strangled cry of surprise and pain. “Wh-what is-?!” Hands reached for his throat to pull of whatever had him, but while his right hand recoiled immediately from the burning, his left hand went right through his throat.

He barely had time to process this before he was forced backward, tumbling from his position on the floor to press with back against the hard, polished marble with a smack. With the wind already knocked out of him from the fall, the choking quickly filled him with fiery panic. All attempts to pry the hands from himself were met, again, with nothing but frustration and blistering heat.

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A Tale of Rifles and Silver Bullets

okiya-subaru:

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Drinking tea again? Goodness, this boy was British. “…It’s best to keep calling me Subaru. Anyway, there was a reason why we initially came to Japan. We were hunting for an operative that goes by the name of Vermouth. She did quite a bit in the US and headed off to Japan.

“We got clearance to work within the country to track her down and bring her back to be tried in the US. Unfortunately, she’s eluded our grasp at every turn. She’s a cunning one, though I did manage to deal with her lackey, Calvados. Broke his legs, but he killed himself to avoid being captured… That’s a recurring motif with the Black Organization. Everyone in it, when they know that they’re going to be captured and cannot weasel their way out, commits suicide.”

He could go into details about why that was the case, but he figured he shouldn’t overload his student’s brain even more just yet. [Namely a mixture of a cult-like brainwashing practice and terrifying people about the consequences of snitching to the police, federal agents, and so forth.]

“Anyway, though the FBI are still in Japan to deal with the Black Organization, I am not sure about if they have any other agents as their targets. I don’t have access to that sort of information and, though Kudou may hear a bit more, I doubt they’d just tell him, unless he explained everything to them, which is something he’d almost never do.”

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The detective paused momentarily at the mention of ‘Vermouth,’ eyes narrowing ever so slightly before he continued to sip his tea. When it was finished, he leaned forward to set the cup on the table, then leaned back to continue soaking in every detail dispensed by his bat sensei. This he did while forcing himself to avoid the temptation of making playful references to him truly being the night and so on. It was difficult, but he managed. 

In the end, he nodded, lips pressed into a thin, thoughtful line. 

"I must admit that I’m incredibly curious about this ‘Vermouth’ that you speak of, as well as the other intricacies of your work with the FBI… however, before I ask for more details about that, I do need to ask. Do you prefer your blood from the hospital or black market?" 

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Shadows || themoonlightthief / camiechan

camiechan:

themoonlightthief:

It’s dark. 

No sound. Nothing to see. And no pain. 

Wait. 

Why would he be in— 

…Oh.

Slowly, fragmented pieces of memories flooded back into his mind – a kiss to the back of his hand, a much too familiar smirk, roses, and then glowing red eyes, burning flesh, can’t breathe, can’t move, overwhelming nausea, thorns, pain—

The touch against his abused throat sent a sharp stab of pain through Kaito’s body and that was all it took to make his eyes snap open again with a sharp gasp, gaze wildly darting around, hazy, unfocused, terrified, before settling on the familiar blonde above him.

He stared. 

“Ha—“ A wave of nausea forced him to stop, a shaky hand clamping over his mouth as he rolled onto his side, gagging, eyes clenching shut and teeth biting down on his tongue in an attempt to stop himself from throwing up all over the detective’s floor. 

H-how had he—

No, no, no, Hakuba wasn’t supposed to be, couldn’t be—

What if that shadow, that thing, was still…

What if it went after Hakuba too?!

The shadow waited and watched.  Eying it’s target as he was lifted into the house and the door was locked. As soon as the two were out of sight the shadow let out a raspy chuckle and slipped under the door, fading into the shadows of the house and moving about silently across the floor and up the walls.

The new party that had intervened intrigued it, something within the memories pulled from the thief was the familiarity of this other person. It fueled the shadow more as it lingered around the two; for once interested in a second target brought on by the desire to engorge itself on more suffering.

Yet for the moment it waited….and watched.

Unaware of the danger and true nature of the panic, the detective settled down on the floor next to Kaito, watching cautiously as he stirred. 

"Shh, Kuroba-kun, it’s all right.” Since there was, in fact, a pulse – handy, since he was conscious again, Hakuba moved his hand to the other boy’s shoulder and ran his palm over it. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you. What happened? Shall I call for an ambulance?" 

The pain and fear being displayed by the illustrious phantom thief was not something that Hakuba was used to. It scared him, in fact. More than his faintly transparent left hand that had at least maintained corporeal qualities for the time being. He just hoped that Kaito wouldn’t notice.