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A Tale of Rifles and Silver Bullets

okiya-subaru:

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“It’s a western style house in the Beika district. 221 B.” He gave Hakuba the specifics of the street address. “Thank you, Hakuba-kun.”

Between the rifle business and the vampirism, it seemed as though things were going to get stranger yet. Regardless, he had a cold and calculating part of his mind that was grateful for such easy prey to be coming to him instead of him running about the city at night and risking exposure.

Naturally, he tried shaking that out of his mind. All the same, he knew he’d need to feed at some point, lest he turn feral and go out killing or die due to lack of sustenance.

Hakuba took the address down in his little black notebook, using the briefcase as a stable surface, then climbed into the car. “Of course. I’ll be there as soon as I can." 

He hung up the phone then took a look at the address again, frowning a moment. Wait… that address… 

The detective plugged it into his GPS and frowned at the results. That was definitely the Kudou residence. Why was Subaru-san there? Did this have something to do with Kudou-san? Hm. Concerned – and admittedly very a little excited – Hakuba took to the roads in haste to uncover the mysteries of his Sensei and Senpai. 

Fortunately, as his client had been in the Tokyo area already, it wasn’t more than twenty minutes (with traffic) before he arrived at the gate in front of the house that he’d driven past so many times before. He glanced at his notebook – yes, this was, indeed, the correct address. somehow – and pulled the car into the side drive, and putting the car into park. 

Taking his briefcase with him, the young detective let himself out of the car, attempting as best as he could to not appear too eager about the situation. Now, was he supposed to go around to the front of the house, or…? 

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A Tale of Rifles and Silver Bullets

okiya-subaru:

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“Hello. I know this seems like an odd imposition, but I was wondering if you could come over, Hakuba-kun. There are some matters I wish to speak to you about. It appears a few certain dominoes have fallen that were never meant to be touched.”

Subaru was a bit on the nervous side, given the matter of his rifle. Sure, the evidence was eliminated by his hand, but it would be smartest to make sure Hakuba was on the same page as everyone else who knew. Unlike Haibara, he couldn’t predict Hakuba’s movements so easily. It was due to how little a time they’d known each other compared to his and the Miyano family’s history.

Even then, withholding knowledge from those who knew of portions of the situation ended poorly or resulted in just barely avoiding such results by the skin of their teeth. “I would ask you be prepared for a very long discussion.”

Hakuba raised a brow at the phone in his hand, but nodded, concern growing. “Ah, certainly, Subaru-san… I can come now, in fact. I just finished with another appointment, and have the rest of the day clear." 

The teenage detective approached his rental car with a light step, briefcase in the hand that wasn’t holding the phone to his ear, and set it on top of the (nice) commuter car while searching for the keys.

"What’s the address?”

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magicianinthemoonlight:

Kaito went silent as he covered the ear piece. He lowers the volume slight as the footsteps get louder. He could hear doors being slammed open. He then releases the piece. “Didn’t know you were one to be flashy.” he chuckles darkly. “I will be on the look out.” he adds on.

He hears another door being opened. This time, only a few doors away. “You could say that. I would much rather call it…pursue with intent.” he attempts to keep his voice light. He glances around. Only one way out. If he could get out of the room and use his glider, he could… And idea forms in his head. It would be a close call, but it was the best option he could think of. “I will… make sure my pursuers head in the opposite direction.” he informs Hakuba.

 

whiteknighthakuba said: “Good. I’ll be there soon… and /then/ we can discuss my taste in automobiles.” The engine revved again and Hakuba offered a quick “Ja,” before hanging up. Then it was out into the road at fairly illegal- but safe! -speeds.

Kaito hangs up the phone. He gasps as he does, holding onto the wound which now was bleeding profusely. He bites his lip a moment before he moves. He rushes out into the hallway, the man seeing him and aiming his gun up and shoots. KID manages to avoid being shot, dodging most of them before getting to the stairs.

He heads to the roof quickly. Making it to the roof, slamming the door open, he runs to the ledge, opening his glider before releasing it from his back, making an infladible dummy be created as it flew off in on direction. KID turns quickly latching a wire against the building ledge before jumping down the side. Just as he jumps off, he hears the door open. Gun shots are heard in the direction of where the dummy had gone.

Kaito scales down the wall quickly before retracting the wire. He leans against the wall, his breathing heavy and his wound even more aggravated. He needed to leave the building and find Hakuba. His eyes started to blur as he attempts to move against the wall.

It didn’t take long for Hakuba to reach the specified location. He waited, top down on the convertible, scanning the area for any sign of his wayward friend. 

He waited.

And waited. 

Hakuba bit his lip. Surely Kaitou would have come to him by then? The thief was punctual if nothing else. Sly and slippery, as was his profession. He hadn’t sounded good on the phone, no, but if Kid had been in that poor of shape he would have said something, wouldn’t he…? 

The detective hesitated. Perhaps not. Perhaps he…

He was running before the sound of the car door slamming even registered. Hakuba kept to the edge of the buildings and into the shadows, field bag over his shoulder, close to his side, as he scanned the area. There were still officers lingering about, and among them, he knew, whoever had hurt his Phantom Thief. Hakuba grit his teeth as he left the safety of the building to move among them, slipping through the crowd of onlookers and authorities, searching. Scanning the concrete and debris for signs of blood, for flashes of white.

Kaitou couldn’t have gone far. Not with how he’d sounded on the phone. And he hadn’t sounded good. 

God, no… No, if he… 

Hakuba cursed himself as he picked up the pace once again, slipping under caution tape to let himself into the restricted building. He should have demanded more information. With more details he could have gone straight to where he’d called from. He could only hope that waiting this long, honoring Kaitou’s request, hadn’t sealed the thief’s fate.

After jogging up the stairs, Hakuba finally got his first break in the case; splashes of blood on carpet, on the banister, and at the window. Only small traces at first, then a pool where he imagined the initial attack had occurred. Judging by the amount of blood that had dried versus the coagulation of the deeper pools, it had been a good twenty minutes at least since he’d been in this position. 

The detective quickened his panicked pace as he moved along the clues, following them to the stairwell again. Ah- there. Tiny dots of crimson amid the marbled patterns. He followed them up to the roof, alarmed by the growing patches that stained the steps, the wall, the hand rail. The rooftop yielded better results, leading him to an exit point from which he could judge the trajectory. Now, if he were Kaitou, where would he…?

 Ah, there. The building with the open window. It seemed about the right height, the correct distance. Just far enough to make an escape. 

Hakuba retreated back down the stairs as quickly as he dared, nodding to officers on his way, refusing to be stopped. It was risky behavior to avoid the members of the force so aggressively, both because it made him look rude and because it could draw attention. He jogged from the building and out into the dispersing crowd, cutting through the milling members as they cleaned up from the heist. He couldn’t run straight for the building; that would be too obvious. He cut across to an alley way, ducked into one building and slipped out another door, then finally made his way to his target. 

Some had looked his way as he went past, undoubtedly wondering what clue he’d found, but they left him alone. By then, everyone knew that Hakuba was unwilling to share details before he was ready, and never permitted the police to interfere with his personal investigations. Really, the fact that they let him get so closely involved in KID heists was only a matter of privilege; had his father not been the Superintendent General, there would have been no way that he’d be granted so much freedom. And tonight, he was determined, that that little fact would save a life.

When he finally made it to the building, he had to pick the lock to even gain access. This was a skill that he didn’t normally advertise but far too often had to practice for his work. Proficiently allowing himself in, Hakuba slipped into through the entrance way and closed the door behind him. He just had to hope that, if this were the wrong building, that he would discover quickly and find a different one to search. The next one over, perhaps? 

Fortunately, he didn’t have to search much longer than the thoughts had time to form cohesive words before he stumbled upon the very person that he was looking for. Slumped against the wall near the staircase, white suit slick with blood, was Kaitou KID. His breaths nothing more than ragged gasps, face pale and twisted in pain.

Hakuba gaped. “Good God… Kaitou-san.” Without any further delay, he ran to him, fell to his knees and quickly pulled at the thief’s clothing, panic seesawing with the strong instinct to switch to medical professional mode. “Don’t worry… I’m going to help you. If you can, please explain what happened… I’ll take note of the wounds and prioritize, then take care of…”  There was so much blood. He set his jaw, letting a slow breath go through his nose. He had to stay calm. “…the worst of it, and then I’ll get you out of here… Just stay calm, Kaitou-san… I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Practiced hands found the wounds – at least the entrance wounds – and he hesitated for a moment before digging through his medical field bag. It was bad. It was worse than he’d expected. He might be able to slow the bleeding, to buy him precious time, but Kaitou needed a surgeon, and he needed one soon. 

“Deep, slow breaths… let me get you patched up. You’re going to be all right, Kaitou-san… just hold on.”

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Coffee Break || officertakagi

officertakagi:

“Okay.” Takagi said watching him put things away. The office reminded him a bit of Mouri-san’s office though Hakuba’s looked a lot more organized. He returned the smile as Hakuba finished. “Alright.” The detective replied following him out.

The air outside was cool and pleasant. Refreshing from the recent rain storms. Takagi glanced up at the sky and smiled. “It’s beautiful day out today.”

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“Ah, that it is! It almost reminds me of home, in fact. The best days in London are under grey skies and the cover of fog, you know.” Hakuba’s return smile was only barely tainted by a twinge of homesickness, which he covered with a wink. 

“So how much coffee do we need to bring back, exactly? Enough for the whole homicide division, or just for you and myself?”

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Kill me.

Leave a “Kill Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.

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It had to be done. There was no other way.

Hakuba watched as the man checked the windows and cursed about the approach of the additional squad cars. They’d been trapped in the warehouse. Set up. Everything was in place to expose the truth, to tell the world what they really were. But what were they? Assassins? Sheep? The Organization saw them as pawns in a dangerous game of blood and greed and nothing more. But what would the Osakan’s family think? Hattori Heiji had been an upstanding individual. Someone who believed in justice, not cold-blooded murder.  Oh, how things had changed. For both of them.

The gloves took little time to slip over his hands.  He didn’t worry about traces of gunpowder – his sleeves would be covered by ash from the fire and the blood from dragging the once detective out of the burning building soon enough. Ignoring the loudspeaker threats from outside, Hakuba considered his plan. He already knew that they were surrounded. That there was no other way out beside the front entrance. It would be so simple, so easy.

The gun belonged to one of the dead men on the floor. One of the people that Janus had killed. It was already loaded, safety already off.  Blaring sirens would cover the sound of the subtle click and the discharge of the gun. He’d fire three shots into his partner’s back  – carefully aimed to hit his lungs and his heart. He knew that Kevlar jacket like the back of his hand; knew exactly where to aim to puncture right through. It had been worn over the years of use. He’d wait for Janus to stiffen and fall before putting the gun back in the dead owner’s hands, then crouch at his lover’s side slip the ring from his finger for safe-keeping, then drench his hands in his blood.

Then it would be the matter of carrying him from the building, pleading for help from the officers. Man down. Hattori Heiji, son of Hattori Heizo, had been killed by those men… he’d fought to defend the Superintendent General’s son. He’d died a hero, not like a dog in the gutter. Not shot in the back by someone who loved him.

Hakuba hadn’t been connected to those crimes. No one had known what he had done. What his part in all of the madness had been. They would believe him. The courts would trust in Hakuba’s testimony that the accusations were false. That Hattori had been framed. Had not, in fact, been part of a criminal organization. Had not slaughtered men and women by their request. Hakuba’s word would afford Hattori an honorable funeral.

His family would grieve over Heiji’s sacrifice. Everyone would mourn the loss of such great potential. They’d give him the respect that Janus had always deserved but never received.

No one would know what they had meant to each other. What they had been through together. It would remain secret, just as Janus had asked. Request finally fulfilled. 

All that Hakuba had to do was pull the trigger. 

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Hospital Hospitality || shsl-queenofcakes

shsl-queenofcakes:

She continued smiling, her heart lifting to see that he’d come to visit her. She’d only met him once, twice perhaps, and he was already apparently fond of her – or her eclairs – enough to track her down to a hospital. Incredible detective work, indeed. One of the girls had probably told him. Traitors.

It was supposed to be a secret, but Karin had to admit she was happy to be getting a few visitors. And for someone as charming and easy to talk to as Hakuba to be worried was actually very flattering. That he was worried about her at all, however, was all she needed to be reminded of the fine line she was walking at the moment. Sighing, and looking over at the machines hooked up to her, she shook her head.

“I don’t want to tell you. And I don’t know who did it, honestly…it was my fault, though, that much is obvious. But don’t break my kneecaps! Not that it’d do any good, they’re already-”

She realized she’d said a little too much a split second later, and clamped her mouth shut, refusing to say another word.

Hakuba blinked. “I… wouldn’t actually do anything of the sort,” he said, mistaking her surprise for actual fear. “Honest.  But, ah, don’t want to say? So was it an accident?" 

The detective then paused, a faint blush crossing his cheeks. "Ah- my apologies, I shouldn’t be asking so many questions; it’s none of my business. I sometimes let the detective part of me get carried away. I hope that you can forgive my faux pas. Please, do tell me, though; will you be all right with proper care and recovery, at least?”

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kurobakaitokid:

☮: A peck on your forehead.

“Ah, Hakuba-san, I trust that you have not been overworking yourself these days?” He stepped closer and lightly pressed his lips to the detective’s forehead before pulling back with a smile and winks.

“Perhaps we should take a break from our… professions occasionally. What do you say to a date, my dear detective?”

“I’d like that very much, Kaitou-san… if you find that you can spare the time, of course.” The detective managed a smile for him, head tilting curiously. “I understand if you have obligations and, ah, reservations. I’m not the easiest person to get along with, even in the best of circumstances.”

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magicianinthemoonlight:

Kaito manages to dodge the movement quickly. The detective falling down in front of him. “Better luck next time, tantei-san!” he laughs, bring out his hand glider. “If I remember the last time we had a small squabble… ” his lips show a huge smirk, “I escaped using your face.” he jumps out of the room, “Bye bye!” he says mockingly in English instead of Japanese.

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It had seemed so close, but the thief disappeared as predicted, and detective met the hard concrete with an ‘oof.’ 

Hakuba pressed his palms against the concrete rooftop and pushed himself up- only for Kaitou to make his escape, scott-free. Defeated, the detective let out a frustrated huff and picked himself up, grimacing. The officers that gathered behind him didn’t comment on the scuffed clothing or the half-brit’s flustered face, but they knew what had happened. 

“Dammit Kaitou-san!” Hakuba called after him, scanning the skyline for the glider. There was really no point of it then; Nakamori’s men would chase, yes, but they’d never catch him. 

The teenage detective straightened out his suit jacket and sighed again, fishing with skinned palms for his silver pocket watch, making note of the time before turning and stalking toward the stairs, muttering to himself. “We’re going to need a different tactic… this is really getting us no where." 

Mocking him in English. Bringing up having used his persona for his escape. Honestly, what was that thief’s intention? To frustrate him, no doubt. Hmf. Two could play at that game.

As Hakuba made his way down the stairs, he pulled out his cell phone and began to type out a few different text messages, careful to skirt past officers on his way down, scowl fixed on his face.

[text] Hey Kuroba-san. You’ll never guess what I just did.

[text] You’re right! I’ve captured Kaitou KID!

[text] Really it wasn’t even that hard in the end.

[text] Would you like to know how I did it? 

[text] All that I had to do was find out /one/ crucial weakness and then exploit it. He was nearly putty in my hands. 

[text] He’s being sent in for processing now at the station. I guess he wasn’t you after all! How do you feel being in the clear? 

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He then snapped his phone closed and slipped it back into his pocket, lips curving into an irritated sort of smirk. Hah. How would Kuroba react to that?

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Six more have entered the bakery.

shsl-queenofcakes:

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Ignoring what he’d said before his tongue touched the eclairs, Karin punched the air and cheered.

“Yes! I impressed the connoisseur! Victory tastes oh…so…sweet.”

Suddenly in an incredibly good mood, the baker hummed a little tune and stuck out a finger to sample some of the chocolate that’d been left on the plate. Mmmm, chocolate. Her favorite thing. Cake could disappear off the face of the planet entirely, as far as she cared. But chocolate wasn’t something she took lightly.

"I wish I had a camera. Your expression was even cuter than most peoples’, can you believe it? Wow, you’re precious.”

The detective blinked at the enthusiastic response and glanced over at her, mouth still full of eclair, filling near dripping from the rest of the pastry in his hand. A pink tint settled onto his cheeks and he tried to smile, brows furrowing first, then slanting up toward each other in sheepish despair. 

Hakuba gave himself a moment to turn his head, chewing and swallowing the food before licking the chocolate off of his lips. He reached for a napkin, blush steadily deepening the longer he took to get any sort of response out.

“Ah,” he finally offered, laughing softly at himself. “I’m not usually referred to as ‘precious,’ Kanoya-san… but I’m very pleased that you are pleased. And this, as you might have guessed, is exactly what I was hoping for. Thank you." 

He looked back to the eclair, considered a moment, then took a much smaller bite. As much as he didn’t want to be caught embarrassed and unable to converse, he really wanted to finish the perfectly wonderful baked good.

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For the Love of a Painting || kaitouxjeanne

kaitouxjeanne:

Oh.

Due to his pulling her in closer, she could certainly smell his good taste in cologne. The lady could even feel his good taste in clothes, or the textures thereof. With her face so close, unbeknownst to her, violet eyes couldn’t help but see his lips. Would he also taste-?

No. I will not. Who cares? I don’t. Right, on with this, this game. Games have winners and losers and I like winning. 

Sure that her inner self was blushing from the proximity, she let her eyes trail slowly to his eyes from his lips, where she er, wanted them. Purposely delaying her answer to his inquiry, she reached up to hold his cheek lightly with her free hand. 

Lovely smile in place, she replied, “I must be blessed to have such a gentlemanly escort tonight.. My, I would think you would know. I have danced with you, if yesterday’s memory is correct. Or was that not the sort of dancing you were referring to?”

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“If that’s the case, I’m afraid I’ll have to retract my earlier comment on your being a gentleman.”

“Oh no; the kind on the polished floor is what I meant. Although it’s true that we danced last night, your specifications were never quantified… or, if they were, the list was never made available to me, and I must admit that I’m curious." 

Hakuba tilted his head curiously, regarding the features of her face and, yes, that lovely smile. His warm smirk in return matched his eyes as he leaned closer to her, palm pressed gently, steadily, against the small of her back. 

"Though, honestly, I wouldn’t be opposed to not being such a gentleman if you had genuine interest when the night was through…” As he spoke, he kept his eyes on hers, closing the distance between their faces, even among the crowd, voice dropping to a whisper. One little kiss wouldn’t hurt anything, would it?  He moved to do just that; just a simple brush of his lips against hers, while continuing his dialogue – that is, if she didn’t prevent him from making his calculated move of seductive strategy. 

“Assuming, of course. that you’re not arrested by then."