DATE-O START! || akaikujixyaku

akaikujixyaku:

“Huh? Oh come on… Well I’m afraid I’ll just have to disappoint you now, lest I disappoint you!”  What a conundrum, but an amusing one no less, and quite flattering when she thought about the effort he put into conjuring up a list of such unusual inquiries. There was certain to be one that would stun her, but until then, she was happy to surprise him. "Bright wit, hm? I’m happy that I’ve made such a favorable impression on you, considering how little personal discussion’s been carried on. You do me great credit." 

It seemed that she was finally settling into the flow of this outing, despite a reminiscent nervousness simply due to it’s unfamiliarity. He was… just as charming of company as she might have imagined. Well, as she had imagined, quite honestly. It was a sort of far-off intention to ask him out for coffee sometime, had she ever been able to muster the nerve, but luckily for his meddlesome mother, she didn’t have to. She should probably send a subtle thank you gift Marion’s way, sometime, if she could figure what she’d like best. (Somehow she doubted that a dragon would do the trick as it had, seemingly, for her son).

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Her thoughts, which had briefly derailed, rolled back onto the tracks as he suddenly chirped in, ready to further the quiz, and she shifted her shoulders in readiness, waiting only until he was completely finished to instantly reply.

"The Lion. Hands down, all around, cross my heart, and no doubt about it. I confess that I’ve only seen the original film a few times, and read select parts from each of the books aside from The Wonderful Wizard and the Marvelous Land, but my decision is still quite firm.”

“Mm, so I see. The Cowardly Lion, also known as the one who, despite his crippling self-doubt, continually displayed no shortage of courage and loyalty throughout the entirety of his appearances.”  Hakuba nodded to himself after he spoke, turning down another side road on the way to the museum, which was then in sight.

“Good choice. I can definitely see why you would relate to him.” The grin on the detective’s face was just as confident as ever, if not more so as he stole another glance, amusement unending. “I think that suits you just perfectly. Were I to pick one, I think I’d settle with the Tin Woodsman." 

Hakuba pulled them into the parking lot and combed for a good spot as he spoke, attempting to keep the conversation spurred wit his own words until he could get his next question out. He wanted to give her information about himself, certainly, but this was about her, not him, and any questions to elaborate and clarify would detract from his plans. 

"The next question is: have you ever had Dip-N-Dots ice cream, and if so, where did you first experience it?”

askkudoushinichi:

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He smiled casually, knowing very well that he had caught an inconsistency in Hakuba’s story and as hard as he tried to play it off, it was obvious that the blond detective was just covering his tracks. He knew that Shinichi was suspicious of him and rightly so. Then again, Shinichi was suspicious of almost everyone nowadays.

“I greatly enjoy the Boscombe Valley Mystery. Watson was already married by that time as well,” he rambled on a little. “I particularly enjoy the ending. It was an interesting addition to Sherlock’s profile.”

“So you do know it’s actually The Sign of Four,” he remarked afterward, opening the door for him and fixing him with a hard smile, knowing very well he had caught him. “I’m glad you remember.”

The foreign detective, sufficiently mortified, nodded his thanks and concession as he moved into the cafe with a walk of shame. He knew better than to have tried to trick Kudou Shinichi, his senpai and idol. Once inside and out of the way, he looked back to the other detective and winced, forcing a smile that was nothing if not apologetic.

“Ah, you’re far too clever for me, Kudou-san, as to be expected. I’ll confess that I’m terribly nervous, finally getting to meet you face to face, and desperate for this to go well. Ridiculous, isn’t it?” Hakuba tilted his head at the admission, hopeful. 

“Please pardon my faux pas; I’ll attempt to be more forthright. Ah, you’ve… been to London, right?" 

For the Love of a Painting || kaitouxjeanne

kaitouxjeanne:

So he had noticed. If the momentary lapse of her attentions bothered him, he hid it well behind his smirk. It seemed someone else besides her was more than well-versed in these games

Without a doubt, the detective was far more interesting than the rich boy over there. He was also much more dangerous to her well-being. Any plans laid by him would not be so easy to get around if he was as calculating on the job as he was in social situations. In fact, as she was studying him, Jeanne was sure he was observing her just as closely. 

Just great.

An eyebrow was arched on the blonde’s face in response to Hakuba’s. Turning her head to once again look at the man in question, she sipped her champagne idly and said nonchalantly, “I should think that question would be better suited to him. And I thank you for your kindness, but I already have made his acquaintance.”

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Fingers squeezed the detective’s arm slightly. Their owner had a rather impressive smirk of her own, along with a playful question in her violet eyes that gazed into the detective’s own.

Drawing closer so their bodies brushed just slightly, she asked him with a light laugh in her voice, “Why do you ask? Do you feel not interesting enough for my attentions or do I tire you already?”

Sip on that scotch, detective.

“Oh, no, not at all… I find you quite fascinating and would be pleased to share your company for the rest of the night, were it to work in my favor.” Yes, night, not evening. “But, it is my desire to also be a gentleman, and thus curry to my lady’s favor. If he were more to your taste, who would I be to stand in your way?”

Yes, as if the detective didn’t suspect Jeanne to be on the top of the list of suspects. 

“Though, I would have to warn that I hear that he’s not the most agreeable lover." 

Hakuba smiled oh-so-smugly, pulling the woman closer against him in kind. No, it was far too interesting to keep her close to him, that fact was certain. He just had to find a way to disarm her enough to get her motivations out into the open. 

"Now that we’re on the subject, though, I must ask; what do you look for in your, ah, dancing partners?” 

Roses

themoonlightthief:

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“You’re very welcome, detective. I’m glad you enjoyed them. All of it.” His own expression softened and he grinned, lightly, gaze flickering back towards Hakuba. It really made him happy and he was quite sure it showed, even through whatever hint of a Poker Face he might have on. 

He really hoped the little – or perhaps not so little – dove he’d given the detective had done its job of keeping his nightmares at bay, because god knew Hakuba deserved a restful sleep and nice dreams. The times he did go to sleep, that was.

Sigh.

Thoughts drifting back to the present and the shyly phrased question he’d just been given, Kaitou chuckled, softly, lightly, and smiled. “Perhaps. I did get found out a little earlier than I thought I would, so…” 

Letting the sentence trail off, he took a small step closer and leaned down to meet the detective’s gaze. Indigo eyes filled with playfulness and expression one of happy teasing – along with a hint of serious hesitance and curiosity – he continued; “By the way, have you figured out the other messages I sent along with the roses yet?”

“The other messages?” Hakuba considered the question, thinking about the hand-written notes that had arrived, as well as the themes incorporated. He had an idea of what Kaitou might have been referring to, but in his hesitation, pushed it aside. Instead, he went for the second level concept, offering a sheepish smile as he turned back to the thief.

“It would seem that you’re quite concerned about my health, at least. I… didn’t mean to worry you so much, Kaitou-san. Honestly, I try not to let it on to anyone. Really, you’d have to be stalking me to piece it together.”

The detective leaned back on the window bench, head tilted up and to one side as he regarded Kaitou, smile turning smug.

“So what do you have to say for yourself, Kaitou-san? Hmmm?”

A Drunken Waltz [Open]

themoonlightthief:

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The thief had no idea how it happened nor could he gather the hazy blur that made up his thoughts and mind right now enough to even try to think about it. It was close to impossible and any other time, that would’ve more than worried him, but, as it was, all he did was shrug, grin, and turn another passerby’s hair rainbow.

Hair color spray was an amazing invention. 

Still dressed in that familiar white costume – cape, top hat, monocle and all – Kaitou unsteadily made his way down the street. One hand was placed on the wall of the building beside him for support, because he’d already stumbled more than enough times already and that was just embarrassing for such a, supposedly, graceful, amazing, awesome, sexy, cute, hot—

…Where was he going with that again? He forgot. Oh well. It’d come to him again. Eventually. For now, he just wanted to focus on…

On…

…Oh. Right! 

He snapped his fingers and, with a loud, crazy snicker that made the people passing him by raise their brows in confusion and shake their heads – “oh dear, another cosplaying drunkard” – turn abruptly in the direction of the nearest neon sign. Supermarket. Food. He was hungry.

Hopefully, they were still open. It was rather late, after all. When was his heist supposed to start again?

“Ah… Kaitou-san…" 

Hakuba glanced over from the brick wall of the supermarket, lowering his cup of coffee with a look of bewilderment. He’d seen many fake Kaitou Kids in his day, but this was either a very good fake or a legitimate Kaito-in-uniform. He squinted.

"You… really shouldn’t be wandering around right now. The police are…”

The height and body type was a perfect match. The cape was real. Actually, the entire ensemble was perfect in every detail. Except that he was drunk. Which, really, could explain a few things. Hakuba pulled himself from the wall and moved to stand in his way, reaching out a hand to steady him if necessary.

“Kaitou-san, is that… you? Are you… are you drunk?

Hakuba’s crush on Kaito (a simple guide)

(taken from skype club):

progression of hakuba’s feelings for kaito:

damn KID is going to he hard to catch -> damn KID is freaking hot -> wait KID is Kaito -> Kaito is so annoying how is this even possible -> seriously how can Kaito be KID when one is obnoxious and immature and the other is sooooo ooo oo ooo oo *incredible*?  -> Okay they are the same person. Kaito is just really good at acting. Let us observe what he does throughout the day. -> Okay so he’s good at fooling most people but there is really some serious stuff going on here. -> ….Damn that Kaito is… really interesting and… dedicated… -> Wow yeah I can see the Kaito in KID -> Woah how is he able to keep this up day after day -> Kaito really is adorable -> I saw that look of sadness on your face Kaito don’t even lie to me -> asdlkfjdsafa whatever it is he’s looking for must be so important to him…  -> *sigh~* Kaito…

because you all needed to know

How would you describe your current financial situation?

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“I’d rather not discuss my finances with anyone as it is a personal matter. However, as it is blatantly obvious that I am not, by any means, poor, I will say this: 

"Both of my parents come from rich families and have their own inheritances. Both have careers at which they work very hard at and do a very good job. Both my father and my mother routinely receive gifts of cash from various sources. They also donate a very sizable amount to each charity that they sponsor. And more.

"That said, I come from a rich family. I also have inheritances. My parents have set up a savings account for me, which they continue to put funds into. These are funds that I do not touch; even the ones that I have access to. It is certain that I will… barring some bizarre circumstances, of course… never have to worry, financially speaking, for the rest of my life.

"…I am very much like my parents in many ways, including working. The money that I spend is all money that I have earned in my work  as a detective, or related to such. Unlike many of my colleagues, I do charge for my services. Every time. Of course, I am more than willing to work with those who have need but not the ability to pay, but even then I do expect a fair trade of time or service for what I do. What “fair trade” is depends entirely on their situation, but it must be worth both of our time and efforts for a healthy professional relationship.

"So, each month I send out invoices for monthly retainers and hourly charges, including expense reports for the work that I do for them.  I also receive checks for magazine, newspaper, and televised interviews. I am not paid for my work with the police force as it is considered an internship, but I certainly benefit from such a relationship. All of these often come with bonuses when I’ve done my job well.

"And that is, primarily, where the plane tickets come from so that I can travel back and forth between my parents at any given time. It’s also how I purchased my car, how I afford such fine clothing, and am able to rent out hotel rooms whenever there is a need.

"Best of all, I’m able to make my own charitable contributions to causes that I deem appropriate. These I am careful about, as I know from personal experience how easy it is to turn nice, considerable people into horribly controlling monsters when they know that there are financial avenues to be tapped.

"…I tend to reserve it for criminals, honestly, who have a desperate situation that they cannot attend to while serving their sentences. But, ah, don’t spread that information around… I’m not certain how my colleagues would take it. I just cannot stand the thought of a family, for example, now without a father and breadwinner at home, unable to feed their children because he made a huge mistake. They shouldn’t have to suffer. Thus, assigned a caseworker and a budget for a couple of months… Groceries, a nanny perhaps, so that the mother can find employment…

"God, I’m turning into my parents.”

akaikujixyaku:

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“Aaaah, you know me, you saying it’s no trouble just seems like you’re being too sweet again. But bygones being bygones, I’m very grateful. That sounds like a plan, stan.”He had such nice clothes, it was really a great offer. “Only enough to get me by, I promise. And no more suits, lest I force you to dress me every day.”Oh now that didn’t sound half bad, really. But he wouldn’t put that on the poor lad.

“…Saying that I do go shopping, you wouldn’t. Er. Hate to come with me, would you? I don’t doubt my taste, entirely, but I must say it will be harder dressing a man properly.”

"Ah, yes, I could…I could certainly go with you. I wouldn’t mind picking up a few new pieces, myself..” This was such a bad idea.

akaikujixyaku:

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“Thanks… And I’m uh. Sorry. To trouble you out of the blue like this. I seem to be good at that.”

Sh—- He watches carefully, trying to commit the motions to memory so that should the need ever arise again, it wasn’t beyond his own hands to accomplish. He should’ve just chosen not to wear a tie. 

Hm… Or not…

It was the first time he didn’t have to look up to look at Hakuba’s eyes— in fact, his head was tilted down just a slight to maintain respectful contact. “Alright, I see where I went wrong. Thanks. Again.”He smiled then, finally, before running his hand down the length of the accessory. After admiring the handiwork for a second, he turned just slightly to grab the coat, shrugging it on over his (much longer arms holy moley), and shuffled it into place sighing once he was done.

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“What’ya think? Does it look alright?”

Good god. 

“You… ah, yes, yes, it looks quite nice. V-very refined.  ah… not… not a trouble at all. It might be wise to take another set or two of clothes for the moment, until you can… get some shopping in…"