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DATE-O START! || akaikujixyaku

akaikujixyaku:

He had a very nice laugh- and hey! At least she was making him laugh.. right? Oh goodness it was hard to know what to do with herself in such an uncustomary atmosphere. (Nobody ever mentioned how hard dates were why). The tilted grin that settled on his features ran a flock of butterflies up her spine, her anxiousness slipping away for at least the moment.

“And I’m quite pleased, as well as impressed, that you were able to divine— no, deduce— My interest, Hakuba-sama. Reading the preferences of people is no small feat, least of all, I think, individuals like myself." She wasn’t quiet, persay, but she did little about making herself  available in conversations, doing her best to divert all attention away from the lady behind the steno-notepad.

His next question earned the slight lull of her head to one side, in curious contemplation over the inquiry, but with a smile remaining set on her soft, partially agape lips (just giving a peek at well-kept, painstakingly-braces-straightened teeth).

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"My favorite phase.. I think I’d have to go with the new moon, if I think about it, though it’s just barely inching out a waning crescent.”

“Ah! Perfect,” Hakuba said, once again laughing – soft, only a step above a chuckle. “More validation for myself, I must confess. Somehow I knew that you would have an answer. I’ve compiled a list of some of the most unique questions that I could think of, and I’m intent on stumping you. I do hope that you disappoint me by not disappointing me…”

Into the city, Hakuba paid far more attention to the road. Not that he’d been neglectful on the highway, but there were far more hazards on common roads than there were in one-direction traffic flumes. 

“And as for the museum, I’ll confess something there, as well… We’ve always gotten along so well together, you and I, that I imagined that you might share very common interests. With your bright wit, it seemed clear to me that such a museum would not be amiss. It was an educated guess… and I am nonetheless so very pleased to have been correct.”

The detective didn’t usually talk this much all at once, even in interviews. Really, the only time he did was when soap boxing, and even that was reserved for ‘privileged’ audiences. The tactic of paying attention to Himura-kun and not himself had, thus far, paid off in droves.

“Regardless!” Hakuba went on, chancing a sideways glance at his date with that same smile. “The next question is this: Which character from the Wizard of Oz do you most relate to or identify with?”

Then, after a brief pause, “…assuming you’ve seen the film or read the books, anyway.”

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For the Love of a Painting || kaitouxjeanne

kaitouxjeanne:

Letting him lead her, she vaguely wondered if she was getting led into a trap. For such a sharp detective, he was certainly letting his attention wander. Granted, to her, but from her observations of him, he seemed much too dedicated to the job for distractions. His senses didn’t seem too dull, especially when it came to her. Maybe that’s just how he wants it. Oh bother.

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The thief mentally shook her head at herself. This was no time to be hypersensitive. She had her move planned out and there was no room for doubt at this point. Trap or suspicion, Jeanne would have to move forward.

Speaking of moving forward.. her attention was caught by the confident smile of one of her more handsome suitors that was directed at her. The wealthy heir of a hotel chain, he certainly looked it in his designer suit. With his looks and wallet, women flocked to him. The blonde was not one of them but she had caught the attention of the playboy all the same. He had loads of pride and with that look he was giving her, it wouldn’t be hard to convince him to help her — without his knowing, of course. A strong candidate to be her cover.

Jeanne gave the heir a demure smile back before turning to answer Hakuba. She wondered if he’d noticed, as she noted his scanning of the crowd before. I wonder if it’d bother him. Not that I care..

The same smile on her face still, she replied,“Though I do love a good wine, champagne will do nicely for now. And what is your poison of choice, detective?”

Besides your choice of company tonight, that is.

“Scotch, actually,” Hakuba answered the question with honesty, offering the champagne to her before taking one for himself. “Not as fitting for a party, I suppose, but I’ve acquired quite a taste for it…”

Speaking of taste, the detective then directed his gaze to the man that Jeanne had wondered about moments before, arcing a brow in amusement. “Mm, is he someone that you’re interested in?” he asked, turning his gaze back to the young woman on his arm. Yes, he had noticed, but if it bothered him, he didn’t let it show. “He’s quite a good host in the right situations…”

Yes, Hakuba had encountered that particular socialite before. And he was as egotistical and easily played as could be expected. The detective knew this quite well. 

“I could introduce you to him, if you’d like.” A faint, teasing smirk. How would she take this play?

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kurobakaitokid:

Smirking down at Hakuba, he did not miss the slight breathlessness of the detective and the sight of his slightly bruised lips gave him a thrill of satisfaction. Even as he watched Hakuba with half-lidded eyes, Kaito was not sure why was he doing this with the detective… other than the fact that it was proving to be rather interesting and… delicious, there was not even a reason for the other man to play along.

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“Oh? For the future? Already having plans for me, Hakuba-san?”
Kaito grinned at the amused detective, dragging out his name slowly with a rasp.

"As for my presence… You’re the detective, aren’t you, my dear Hakuba? It’s your job to find out…”

Clearly having Hakuba beneath him and trying to catch his breath was doing things to his mind, because all he could think about was another taste of the man’s lips. Shifting his weight onto one hand beside the detective’s head, he smirked playfully as he reached out to cup his face and brushed a thumb over his lips.

“Still going on about that, eh? As I’ve said a million times, I’m not… but why don’t we leave business for another day… and show me how you like to be kissed…”

His own name, spoken that way, with that voice, had a similar effect on the detective, though no magic was needed. Hakuba remained still, gaze shifting look at that hand, lips parting when touched to exhale. This was not how he’d imagined a scenario such as this playing out, precisely, but it hardly seemed to matter. For all he knew, it was nothing more than a dream for another empty night. 

Yet, here they were. The one that Hakuba had long observed, long desired, and the detective. The realization of this struck him somewhat abruptly, bringing a spring of tinted color to his pale English complexion. This was Kuroba Kaito. It hardly felt real. It… 

"Show you…” Hakuba repeated, buying himself time to regain his composure, embarrassed by his own sudden sheepishness. He could honor that request, just as he had the first one.

Arms that had lain tensely and purposefully still at his side lifted to snake around Kaito’s back, one hand moving to his shoulder blade, the other to the back of his head, fingers digging through that wild hair, pulling him down, close to kiss him again. As before, it was more gentle than the wild passion, but it was heated. Controlled. Significant. He wasn’t sure how Kaito felt about any of this, if it meant anything at all… but it did for him, which is what he attempted to convey. Eyes closed, head pressed against his pillows as he massaged those lips with the restraint of a master artisan; reserved, deliberate, and… teasing.

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kurobakaitokid:

Kaito waited tensely for Hakuba’s response… Fully expecting to see surprise on the detective’s face… except for the fact that he is currently blind.

I need this damn blindfold off…

Still, Kaito was not expecting the silence from the other man and became curious about the detective’s response… Until he felt the weight on the bed shift just slightly before Hakuba’s cool lips pressed upon his own softly. It was simply a gentle, brief kiss that made Kaito sigh lightly in satisfaction, his sudden desire appeased… a little. Though… It left him with the question of why the detective actually went with his request…

With the blindfold finally removed, Kaito looked up to the face of a certain grinning detective. Hm… It’s been some time since I’ve last seen him… His eyes roved over the detective, his sharp eyes taking note of every fine detail in a second with a small smirk.

The same blond hair, brown eyes… Nothing much has changed, eh?
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Unbidden, his gaze dropped to Hakuba’s lips and lingered… He watched as the lips that he had just kissed formed his name… and was hit with a fresh wave of desire to his gut. Sucking in a breath, he lost focus on the detective’s words and licked his lips as he stared at Hakuba, who reached over him to free his hands from the bonds.

A smirk forming at the moment the detective freed his bound hands, he roughly grabbed Hakuba’s shirt and pulled… Hard. Crushing their lips together, Kaito angled his head for a deeper kiss and held Hakuba still with one hand on the back of his head. With a quick maneuver, Kaito easily flipped them around and broke away, panting lightly as he looked down with at the detective beneath him with a wicked grin.

“That’s what I consider kissing, Hakuba-san…”

The deeper kiss had been unexpected, but not unwelcome. Hakuba stared at the other boy for the duration, wide-eyed, but didn’t resist. Not even when he was forced onto his back with an ‘oof!’ – wincing at first before laughing. Amused.

“Oh, I see. I hadn’t realized that you liked it rough, but I’ll be sure to keep that in mind for the future…”

Hakuba stayed as still as he could, watching him. He was confused as to why he would come as Kuroba Kaito instead of Kaitou Kid.. or why he would even be there in the first place. But he couldn’t deny that having been handled like that – the grasp of his shirt, the fingers in his hair – was something he’d thought about many times before. Having it actually come to pass… well, he was still catching his breath, casually as he could manage.

“Might I ask to what I owe the pleasure of your company at this odd hour…? Don’t tell me you’re finally going to confess to being Kaitou Kid, Kuroba-san.”

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Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus

phantom-thief-kid:

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“Ladies and gentlemen!” KID grinned, standing up on the rooftop. The exhibit had closed at ten, but the cops and his fans were swarming about. They figured out the note after all. Good. That would make this much less boring. Over his outfit, he had a black cloak and a red and gold scarf. It was an interesting occasion, stealing something unrelated to gems after so long.

“I hope you enjoy this evening. You see, I may be a lion at heart and bold, but I can be rather ambitious. A gem of our time is what I seek and I shall get it. Maybe read it a bit before I return it. It is a fine series, after all, and I do need more practice with my English. I’m getting rusty.”

He bowed and used a smoke grenade so he’d appear to disappear. After he was out of sight, he slipped down into the crowd, making sure his Kaitou outfit was hidden and his black cap on.

Hakuba always loved a good heist, but even he had to roll his eyes at Kid’s speech. After all, the thief could have just snuck into his bedroom at any point and borrowed his copy of the series! But, ah well, it was fun and a very good opportunity to break out his robes, school uniform, scarves, and facsimile wand.  This got some looks from those on the police force, but the young detective didn’t care. They were all very aware that he was a half-brit, and wore such tonight just as he did his superior-quality, completely detail-accurate  reproduction tie. That is to say, with pride.

But unlike the other detectives, Hakuba stood at the back of the crowd, only observing the movements of those within. He had a radio on him from the force, and listened to their coordinated efforts, simply smirking. With Hattori-san and Edogawa-kun already chasing after the elusive thief, what was the point of getting himself involved?

Besides, he had three more scarves to give out, and figured that it would be better for them to come to him instead of pointlessly going in after them.

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magicianinthemoonlight:

KID starts to configure a plan in his head quickly. His face never gives any change. “Tantei-san, why would I start running? You going to call up your friends?“ he questions, trying to buy a bit more time. There were very few exits that would allow him to get outside. A couple of tricks coming to mind in order to get past the detective.

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"Oh no, no, no, my dear Phantom Thief!” Hakuba laughed, shrugging his shoulders – slipping the hand free from his suit jacket to reveal a pair of silver handcuffs.“This is between you and me… I’d hate for this opportunity to be squandered by Nakamori-keibu and his team. After all… I don’t get the opportunity to attend to your heists very often these days.”

Hakuba tilted his head, smile broad and confident. “So what’ll it be, Kid? Are you going to run? …or are you going to let me catch you?”

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kurobakaitokid:

Damn, It really is Hakuba…
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Kaito nodded his head to show that he understood the detective and waited as he felt the bed sink in beside him… Feeling the detective’s fingers work efficiently at the knots of the gag, it was not long before it was removed. Finally… Swallowing down saliva, Kaito cleared his dry throat before attempting to speak after listening.

“What do you mean if I meant to be…” On Hakuba’s bed?! Kaito’s eyes widened slightly behind the blindfold, surprised. “Of course n—" He broke off again… because of an overwhelming desire to… kiss the detective?! What… in the world… is going on?!

His breathing shallowed and his heart started to beat wildly against his chest.“Kiss me, Hakuba-san…” Kaito murmured out softly, unable to stop himself… His lips felt dry and he wetted them with his tongue as he waited blindly for the other man’s response… in anticipation and trepidation…

No… I did not just say that…

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To be fair, Hakuba had heard much stranger things from people in his bed, but he hadn’t expected it from Kaito. Especially not when the teenage thief usually spent his time antagonizing the detective. And lying about who he really was. And generally being a completely obnoxious individual in general. And all while the detective had tried to be his friend and confidante! Sort of. At least, in a way.

…Perhaps. 

All the same, though… to be caught in this situation was a little too convenient to be a mere trick. The detective looked Kaito over again, lips pressed into a thin line as he considered his options. Hm. 

With the faintest of smirks, Hakuba leaned in to press his lips to Kaito’s, but only for a brief moment. It was gentle, it was sweet, and- he hoped -safe. That accomplished, Hakuba pulled back with a wide, victorious grin and reached to remove the blindfold.

“There we are, then, Kuroba-san. Let’s see if we can’t get these tethers from you, shall we? I don’t know how you managed to tie yourself up, but I suppose I’m just the detective, while you’re the magician…" 

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Keep it Together

akaikujixyaku:

Figures he would. Oh well, it wasn’t exactly the most practical plan to get someone to take their pants off. Honestly that wasn’t the intention of her saying so at all, but if quietly musing over private innuendo kept her cool, it was worth the shot. Haha. Shot. Wait no wrong train of thought, that’s definitely the opposite of distraction. “I think it’s funny how saying ‘don’t worry’ almost never makes someone stop worrying. Like ever." Seriously, when was the last time someone said ‘Oh don’t worry about it! Haha’ and you didn’t follow up their words by immediately going ‘oh shit they’re mad oh no i screwed this up oh no did i leave the tv on did I schedule the recording for say yes to the dress tonight shit i didn’t did i’. Well maybe he doesn’t worry about say yes to the dress, but still.

The prompting to call her. Hm. Being friends with a telepath immediately opened the doors to speculating that he’d come to for a slight empathic connection over the past few months with her, but honestly, she hoped, and it was more likely, just the mysterious, fickle thing called “fate” that came to save her this time. “Hakuba-kun, the odds of you ever disturbing me are very slim, at least when it comes to talking to me. I’m dreadful at starting conversations, but I feel very assured when others check up on me, or tell me about their day, yada yada, boring little details.

I’m kind of like a fifties housewife. I get excited to answer the phone and clean to keep myself occupied. Except. Y’know. The whole getting shot thing, I don’t know if that’s considered part of the stereotype." See even now she wasn’t very swell at making small talk. At least now she could sensibly blame some serious stressors for the fumbling.

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"Ah- yes, I took care not to rest until I was certain all of the debris had been extracted— I was in the midst of contemplating how to best cauterize the wounds when the hypovolemic shock set in.

Needless to say, I didn’t get very far." And to be honest, she wasn’t very keen on her idea for stopping the bleeding, either. It was a survivalist fix that most would resort to when it came down to no other option- her lighter was in her pocket, so it wouldn’t have taken much travel to do so. Pop off the rod from the towel rack, put the flame to the metal until it’d become borderline malleable in heat, apply to wound…

She’d had to burn another, similar gash shut before. Don’t try it kiddies. Ever.

Ever. "I didn’t exactly trust my hands for stitching at the time, either.”

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The small talk and details were encouraging, and they satisfied the detective for the time being. Hakuba removed a good deal of blood, both dried and fresh, from the area, and considered strategic maneuvers for the procedure at hand.

“If it’s all the same to you, I’ll suture the wounds. This particular kit isn’t equipped for cauterizing, though I could manage in a pinch…” Honestly, though, it wasn’t something that he enjoyed doing. The scent of burnt flesh just… Well, Hakuba didn’t like to deal with when it was avoidable.

From the bad he withdrew a compact of phials and a pouch of individually wrapped needles. Hakuba looked to Emi’s face to offer a faint smile as he prepared his tools, selecting one of the glass tubes and setting it aside, then tearing open one of the packets.

“Oh and I should ask… have you had anything for the pain yet, and are you allergic to any medications that you are aware of?" 

Really, if it weren’t for the very high probability of early burnout, Saguru could have been a fine doctor. At least for a very short time.

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Moonlight Visitor

themoonlightthief:

For all the teasing and baiting, he would be lying if he said that he had expected Hakuba to actually go through with the request. Not even when that hand traced along his cheek and jaw did he allow himself to believe it, gazing up at the detective with a hint of curiosity and teasing, playful – and part serious – expectancy. 

And then lips descended upon his own, warm, soft and altogether Hakuba.

The thief’s breath caught in his throat – and maybe, just maybe, there was a brief flicker, a flash of a sensation, of his heart seeming to skip a beat, filling his chest with confusion and realization.

Eyes sliding shut, the corners of his lips twitched into the slightest of a grin and he gently pushed forward to, a little cautiously – and almost, seemingly, shyly, if a person didn’t know him better – return the liplock.

Fingers reached out to curl into Hakuba’s shirt, tightening slightly in an unconscious attempt and want to prevent him from moving away. Not even when the kiss ended and their lips parted did the thief let go. Instead, he chuckled quietly and swiftly leaned in to steal another kiss from the detective, before smoothly – reluctantly – taking a step back and tipping his hat forward to hide the flush blooming on his face.

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“I suppose that was adequate enough. For now.”

Adequate. For now. Hakuba chuckled softly at the evaluation, unable and unwilling to hide the pleased amusement that he felt. True, his own cheeks were rosy in that moonlight, but for once he wasn’t embarrassed by it. With space between them, the thief no longer touching, Hakuba slid his hands into his trouser pockets, and shuffled his weight from one foot to the other. He didn’t want to scare the thief off. 

“Not impressed?” he asked, light and teasing. Playful. “Kaitou-san, if you need further demonstrations, I’d be more than happy to provide…" 

He let his voice trail as he turned his head to the window, the corner of his mouth twitching to turn that smile into a lopsided smirk. The foreign detective had, thus far, managed to keep his wits about him, but it was difficult to ignore the thrill. Kaitou Kid… Those lips every but as wonderful as he’d imagined. And those hands at his chest… He allowed himself a small, contented sigh to go with a shrug of his shoulders.

"The lock to that window is easily picked… and I’ve no intention of changing that any time soon. In case you were wondering." 

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harajukuharuspex:

“It’s fine, honestly.” Akira waved off the apology with practiced false ease. “And you’ll be fine. People of all ages here.“ Students their age, an elderly couple, a pair in their late twenties wearing matching shorts and shirts, all lined up on their mats, driving the kinks from their necks as the class began. “We’ll start in child’s pose, then up to downward dog, and so on.” Sure enough, the instructor (whose name, she announced, was Carol, pronounced Car-roll) laid on her black mat to demonstrate child’s pose, and then stood to watch the students replicate her pose. Akira smiled at Hakuba. “Easy-peasy,“ she whispered as she laid down on her (teal with pink polka dots) mat, “Lemon-squeasy.”

Next was upward dog, in which one stretched out from child’s pose and bent their spine and head towards the heavens, balancing with one’s hands. Hakuba’s spine crackled like bubble wrap.

Then downward dog, in which one reversed upward dog and walked their hands backwards to their legs, bum in the air, stretching the spine and legs as one did so until one was fully upright.

“Tree position can be tricky for newcomers, so use a wall for support if you don’t trust your balance,” Carol advised. She lifted one leg and held it on the other’s inner thigh with ease, lifting and clasping her hands above her head. “Think spring. You are a tree; your arms are your branches swaying in the breeze.“

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Akira glanced at Hakuba as she assumed the position and saw the slight grimace on his features. He’d done fine with the basics, but she had no clue as to how his balance fared. Hopefully fine.

Hakuba wasn’t an athlete. He never had been. Jogging every other day and playing tennis on the weekends at the club suited him just fine. The occasional Kaitou KID heist added more cardio. He was physically fit, but he wasn’t exactly what one might call… flexible, for varying definitions of the word. All the same, he was familiar with stretches and, despite how tired he felt, his body responded well to everything he’d asked it to do. Awkwardly in some cases, yes, but he had managed. Mostly by looking to Akira for help and copying what she’d done. 

For the tree position, the detective opted to not use the bar. Of course. Why would he need to? He took a deep breath and moved into position, watching the others around him carefully, and matched their movements.

Somehow, perhaps miraculously, he once again pulled off the movement, and held the pose. His form was technically… sound? At least it didn’t look like he was going to hurt himself, though there was still vast room for improvement and increased flexibility and range of motion. But he had done it – mostly – and allowed a triumphant smirk, holding the pose as ordered.  Hakuba glanced to his side, nodding at his acquaintance and classmate.

"What’s so hard about yoga, anyway?” he whispered, very unlike a tree. 

Then the order was given to switch legs. Hakuba pulled himself out of the pose and then attempted to replicate it with his other, non-dominant, leg in the lead. This was considerably more difficult and proportionally more shaky than the previous attempt. The question was – could he hold it?

The answer was no. 

Fortunately, he caught himself with a stumble. No injuries, just awkwardness, and, flushing, adjusted his position on his mat to try again, hoping that no one was staring. Whether or not they were, Hakuba felt that looming feeling of eyes staring, and wished, more than most things, that he was home and hiding from the world.