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Six more have entered the bakery.

shsl-queenofcakes:

Karin’s smile only widened at his enthusiasm, her heart nearly melting into a little puddle in her chest. This kind of reaction was what she lived for.

“First one’s on the house, Hakuba-san. Anything for an eclair enthusiast.”

She prepared his order, placing the eclairs carefully on a light blue china plate, somehow managing to do this all one-handed. It only took her a few moments to get it all together, and as she handed it to the young detective, she couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at his remarks.

“Seventeen, and a detective already? Have you been invited to Hope’s Peak as well? Sounds like you deserve it.” Pouring the milk into a tall glass, she continued. “Break ins, huh? Is there anything I can do to help you?“

"Ah, thank you very much, Kanoya-san!” Such good fortune that he should try this shop first. The detective looked very pleased indeed as he watched Karin move about, handling the order with care and professionalism. He could very easily respect that.

Hakuba leaned on the counter while he waited, pulling back only when the plate was offered, and took it in his hands with a grateful nod. “Ah. Hope’s Peak? I had considered it, but I travel far too much for that to be in any way practical… I’m between Japan and London at any given time, unfortunately. Are you very familiar with the school?”

There was the case to consider, too, but it could wait. He still had a couple of days before his report deadline, after all.

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magicianinthemoonlight:

KID can’t help but grin at the question. He tips his hat down to cover more of his face. “Now Hakuba… We only have met a few times.“ he laughs, “A kinky thought, but I would much rather keep them off.”

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“That’s more than fair for an answer, Kaitou-san. I appreciate the honesty. However…”  The detective raised a brow as he glanced over at the thief, one hand on his hip, the other moving to his inner suit-jacket pocket. “If you’d like to avoid the handcuffs, I suggest that you start running.”

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akaikujixyaku:

“Oh I suppose I knew what you meant, it’s still more fun to try and tease you in any case. Sometimes I’ll get you, more often than I used to, for certain.”

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“Thank you, Saguru— Is it odd that I call you that? Probably a little unusual. Hm. In any case.”

“I owe a lot of my confidence to you, and others like you, not solely my relationship and family. No, to this day… being your friend is undoubtedly among the best things which has ever happened in my life. That wallflower peeks out, now and then. At a gala, meeting some of my husband’s friends, or coworkers.. But for the most part, I’m just..”

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“I always used to think I had so many reasons to be sad, and that’s why I made myself sad. Became meek, and shy. I just became better at realizing the wonderful things that were always around me. You. Akira. Eventually my husband, and now my son- Even just the people on the way to work in the mornings, and the view from the window of my bedroom, and the scent of trees.

Oh Saguru, there are so many beautiful, wonderful things to be happy about around us. It just doesn’t make sense to be sad. Sure, I still get sad from time to time, but it’s nothing as chronic as it once was.

And I’m sleeping much more than I used to, that’s also nice. And I mean I sleep like a bear, twelve hours sometimes if we’re back from a harsh trip.”

“I, ah, certainly must have changed if I’m letting you call me Saguru… God, I can’t tell you how much I hate that name. Still, perhaps that means I’ve managed to get over… a lot of things. No small thanks to you, I’m certain.

"More sleep is good. Friends, too, or so I’m told… Yes, that was a joke, I know that we’re friends even now. It warms my heart to know that we’re still connected, even after… whatever ends up happening. 

"Tell me, are you still just as reckless, or have you calmed down some since you’ve now got a son to think about? Is your husband as reckless as you are?”

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akaikujixyaku:

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“Well… You see……”

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“Yes I doooooooooooooooooooooooooo~ But I could have been happy without a husband, are you implying that I’m not a strong, independent woman? Watch your tongue young man.

…But still~ Yeeeeeeeesss~ ♥”

“I would never insinuate such a thing, Emi-kun! But there’s not so much the shy wallflower there, is there? You’ve got roots… a strong foundation… I like it. It suits you. I’m so very, very pleased to hear it.”

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akaikujixyaku:

“…Oh my darling, time may change you but there are some things that remain very the same. Yes, you are most definitely still alive. And don’t be afraid to ask some broad-basis personal questions, it’s just the details I don’t want to throw around.”

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“Honestly, so morbid. Hh-hhmm.”

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“…”

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“You seem quite pleased and confident, Emi-kun. Dare I ask if you’ve got a ring on your finger now?”

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Keep it Together

akaikujixyaku:

Eheh. He looked so very professional, it was unlike most of her more recent encounters with him. They were friends, after all, and for the most part their career goings about hadn’t collided. Arguably because she’d not let him in on most of her actual business until, perhaps, now. He’d done this before, perhaps? Maybe with KID, perhaps even himself if he’d been caught in the line of fire. She didn’t doubt that he had. This was, after all, the famous Meitantei she was once too petrified to talk to. “About as calm as I can." She assured him, wincing as she was moved, before ultimately releasing the tension in her shoulders and trying to settle into the blanket, sighing a long breath out through her lips.

"I hope that isn’t your best suit, but it shouldn’t disturb you any more to know that I could get the stains out, once this is wrapped up." It was a half-joking phrase that was meant to cover her fear, and guilt over his having to work around, and essentially in, her blood. It mortified her beyond means to acknowledge how much she’d lost- ugh. How did this look to him? Never alluding to a very exciting day-to-day, happy to meet him for coffee or talk about a case he was on, and suddenly one evening dropping ‘oh hey i’ve been shot you mind taking care of me?’. He had a divorce between his surprise and his temperament, not letting it taint his calmness and emotions, but she knew it must have been a bit of a sting.

"…I am sorry. For. Springing this on you. It’s not exactly how I wanted to tell you, but..

I’m glad, that of everyone who could have called, that you did, Hakuba-kun… Akira’s going to throw an absolute fit when she finds out. If she finds out. She’ll find out, what am I saying." She flinched again to steady her spinning head, and stifled a cough before it fully surfaced, the gradual rise and fall of her chest stunting in that moment. "…Anyways…”

“Please don’t worry about the suit; I’ve got a professional dry cleaner that I take all of my work clothes to and they’re very good at their job.” Really, getting blood on his expensive clothing wasn’t unusual at all. “Not that I would be opposed to your help, of course, but… that’s an issue for later, Himura-kun.”

The detective smiled, amused in his distanced, business-like manner, and turned back to his bag. “You’re fortunate that I listened to the prompting to call you. I almost didn’t because I didn’t wish to disturb you." 

He pulled from the bag a sealed bottle of water, a suture kit, sterilizing supplies, and a small towel. The towel is what he used first, opening the bottle and dampening it in one corner, setting to work to clean the area so he could see just what he was dealing with. Four points of entry. Evidence of shrapnel. Hakuba frowned, looking back to the girl’s face, noting her pale color.

"I see you’ve managed to get some of the metal out… Do you know if you got it all?”

It was a test to see if he could truly trust her judgment or if he should just do as he normally would have proceeded. After all, he didn’t want to step on her clearly professional toes. 

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harajukuharuspex:

“Michiko Akira.” She shook the proffered hand with perhaps too much vigour, her excitement due to prior and (what should be) intimate knowledge of him. Well. Not intimate as in intimate, but more than someone meeting for the first time should know about another’s habits, moods, and thought patterns. Quite a regimented, orderly thought pattern, Hakuba-san had, list and detail-oriented. Her head bowed slightly, she muttered, “Actually, we’ve met. We have class together.

“But then, I sit in the back and you more towards the front so it’s totally fine if you don’t remember me,“ she hastily amended.

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Sighing and rubbing her neck, Akira was pleased to see the instructor enter to begin the class.

"Feeling the heat, class?”

Hakuba blinked, turning to look at the girl more closely now. “Oh… Oh, god, actually, yes… I recognized your name, but I  suppose I don’t really know you all tha-”  he paused, looking sheepishly back to the front of the room at the question directed to the class. 

How embarrassing. Someone from his class was into this hot yoga thing. And he hadn’t recognized her until she’d pointed it out. So he looked like a jerk and would have to face her at school with the incriminating knowledge of his yoga-related activities following him in the hallways and classrooms like a vengeful ghost. Dammit.

“Ah…” he looked back at her, voice dropping to an urgent whisper. “I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you at first… I’m a bit out of sorts. I’ve never done anything like this… yoga thing… before…" 

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Six more have entered the bakery.

shsl-queenofcakes:

“Hakuba-san, then. A pleasure to meet you! My name is Karin Kanoya. And what’s this about a case? How old are you? You don’t look any older than me. You’re a police officer?” She frowned, crossing her arms. “I can assure you there aren’t any criminal activities going on here. Feel free to ask me anything you like, though.“

At his sheepish admission, Karin’s smile returned, her attitude melting away in the face of his request. “Of course I have decent eclairs. Best eclairs in the country, if I do say so myself. And I do. And so do three of the nation’s top food magazines.” Laughing, she pulled a pair of tongs from under the counter, gesturing to the display case to her left. “I have chocolate, vanilla, and spiced cinnamon at the moment, but the last one changes every few days. I get bored.“

The young detective listened intensely to everything that the baker said, hesitant, curious… but relaxed in relief at the news about the eclairs.

"Oh, thank God,” Hakuba said, smiling. “I’ll take one of each, please… and a glass of milk if you have it? I can’t tell you how terribly I’ve been craving them." 

He stepped up against the counter, eagerly, and remembered that he’d been asked other questions. "Oh, and ah, I’m seventeen. I’m a detective – private consultant, really… for investigations. I work with the police force on cases now and again. The, ah, case I mentioned earlier concerned some break ins recently, actually…”

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DATE-O START! || akaikujixyaku

akaikujixyaku:

“Oh hush, you’re just trying to make me feel better for being such a shoddy private eye." She laughed, before slanting her head and raising her brows, "I read every single story about Sherlock when I was younger, (and revisit them still today), but it hasn’t seemed to do me a load of good. Alright, alright, enough self-pity for now.

Let me think for a moment, I bet I’m just over-deducing." Bone. Flora. Plane. Ancient. Plane, ugh, it always came back to that- so what places apart from an airport would have a plane, in Tokyo? Well it was a big city, come on Emi, consider your options. Can you make a list of places we’re not going to? Flora but not floral- no parks, no botanical gardens, no sakura trees. Ancient, but not outdated, that marked away the temples and monuments, because admittedly (while still being beautiful and good sights to see) they were markedly outdated. Bone. Bones. Not a graveyard, thank god, that’d be a peculiar date unless streaming horror movies against the wall of the arrangements office (they’d had a few events like that in highschool).

What bones could you visit and take interest in? Fossils. Oh… Oh wait… bone, flora, plane, ancient. Ancient… History.

It dawned on her like a slap across the face, the poor young journalist burying her face in her hands for a few moments, before collapsing into a fit of laughter. "Oh I really am awful, how could I not have gotten that? You really have to stop being so sweet to me Hakuba-sama, I could have been much quicker if I hadn’t streamlined all of my thought on my first idea.”

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“7-20 Ueno Park, Taito-ku, Tokyo 110-8718.

Goodness gracious, I feel so silly. I’m sorry to have rambled at you. And to think- I’ve visited there with Akira on no few occasions.“

The detective laughed, but it was not a cruel sound. He was amused, yes, but it was more that she was so refreshingly humble than anything else. Hakuba glanced at her, briefly, before turning back to the road with a broad, lop-sided smile. 

"Perfect. Not to worry, Himura-san… it takes a lot of practice. I’m pleased to hear that you’re no stranger for where we are going, as well… It reassures me that I’ve been correct in my assessment of your person, and means that I haven’t been misguided in not allowing us nearly enough time to explore the entire museum.”

Hakuba merged through traffic, on the way to the exit. “I’ve somewhere very specific I’d like to take you. So tell me,” he changed the subject, feeling quite pleased with how everything was going thus far. “What is your favorite phase of the moon?”