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Waiting Room Interrogation

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Why is he staying? He shrugged. The detective had his reasons.

“Well, someone’s got to spice up the lectures! Especially Kuno-sensei’s.”

“Right, because the information presented in the usual format isn’t nearly entertaining enough for a genius like yourself, is that right?” Hakuba shook his head, leaning back in the chair. “Still, I suppose you’ve got to get that adrenaline rush somewhere as you clearly aren’t getting it in any moonlight escapades.”

He smirked, chancing a sideways glance at the other teenager, then looked straight ahead while folding his arms casually behind his head. 

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Terminal Affirmation

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“Around seven. I didn’t want to miss seeing you off since dinner got scrimped.” He grinned and took the open seat next to him. He folded the aviators and hooked down the front of his black v-necked shirt revealing slightly tired eyes and the starting of dark circles. The dark red cargo jacket shifted back that showed off his slim waist and hips. Dark wash jeans hung low on his hips and was held up by a thick brown leather belt and dark boot were worn and scuffed from years of use. 

“Excited?” He asked and hooked his arms around the backs of the chair next to him and behind Hakuba. He stretched out and relaxed in the usually uncomfortable chair.

The blush didn’t leave as Hakuba watched him, noting the discrete arm, the casual pose. Was Kuroba not worried at all by what he was doing? He drank awful coffee from the cup to buy himself a moment of time, then smiled, still embarrassed, but… grateful. 

“To see you, yes… but not so much to leave. Watson doesn’t really like planes… and…” The smile faded as Hakuba looked down at his cup, unconsciously leaning toward Kaito with a sigh. It wasn’t fair that he looked so attractive and so tired; it only made his resolve that much more worn. If only they could leave, go back to the house, cuddle down for a much-needed nap… “I wasn’t expecting to see you here. Thank you for coming. God, I wish I wasn’t leaving." 

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Bloody Moriarty

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Great job Shinichi, insult the person looking for your help.

He fell silent briefly before answering the question. “No ….I don’t own one. I’m sorry, let me go call a cab.” 

Way to go, insult him more.

He stood from the table quickly and sent papers scattering across the cafe floor. Stunned he stared at them then slowly bent to the floor and started picking the up and placing them back into their correct files. His hands trembled from the embarrassment.

“Ah- Kudou-san,” Hakuba said, shifting immediately to help, though Twig beat him to it, carefully scooping up pages gently in her teeth to hold out to Shinichi. “Twig, hold… … god, I hope…." 

Ultimately, he remained sitting in the booth, too nervous to try to move to help for fear that he’d really wrench his back, but he felt terribly for putting the other through the ordeal. "It’s not far, right? District 2, block 22… I can make it just fine walking, so long as you don’t mind my being  a little slow…” Hakuba frowned as he said it, watching the corgi as she attempted to help the detective. “Twig has very short legs, you see.”

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Terminal Affirmation

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He swiped the hang up icon, leaned over the detective shoulder and pecked him lightly on the temple. “I miss you, too, Tantei-san.~”

Hakuba froze at the sudden touch, eyes wide and startled until the situation caught up with him. “A-ah! Kuroba-kun!” he said, fumbling with his coffee. “When did you get here? I didn’t think…” His face flushed with color as he realized he’d just been kissed – in public – around a mass of people. 

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Bloody Moriarty

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“If you’re sure.” He replied not convinced by the detective’s words. He reached for his drink and took a sip from it.

“Take your time. No one is forcing you to heal as fast as you can. Sometimes the best thing is to go at the pace you can handle.” It took him four years. Four long lonely, painful years to heal from The Change.  He blinked then gave him a pained smile.

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“I apologize. You’ve probably heard that too many times now.” Embarrassed by his sudden step into therapy he took another sip and hope to god he didn’t just offend the other.

As comforting as the words were, facing his situation, even to such a small degree, was even more painful than the actual injury. Hakuba averted his gaze, looking to the tea cup, then pressed the rim to his lips for another quiet drink, taking his time. He didn’t want to admit that the other de- that the detective had hurt him; he knew it was unintentional, but the apology called attention to it. 

Another sip.

“It’s all right.” It wasn’t, but Hakuba didn’t bother to change his tone to match the words. It would be useless against Kudou, anyway. “Perhaps once I’ve finished my tea. Do you have a car here?" 

God, what a situation to be in. He had to stay calm, had to push the thoughts away. Relax. He took another sip of tea. He could be stable. This was no matter at all. 

Twig nosed his leg and he blinked, shifting some to look under the table. She wagged her tail, ears back, and huffed. Hakuba managed a tiny smile, then straightened up again, train of thought successfully derailed. 

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Bloody Moriarty

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The smile was too forced …no to practiced to be natrual and after the one he had seen when they spoke of Holmes he knew it was a lie.

“If you’re in pain we can always take this to my home. It is close and you can relax a bit more there.” He paused and tried to think of the simplest way to explain why. “No unwelcome eyes, if you will.”

Aha, he’d been caught… not that Hakuba was really surprised by the fact, though having been called out on it was admittedly a little unsettling. Despite this, he was glad of it, both because it meant his analysis of Shinichi’s character thus far was accurate, and that his trust had been well-placed– especially given the convenient out provided. It was appreciated. Admired, even. 

Amused and relieved, he lifted the teacup with a little less tremor and smirked. 

“I’d be very grateful to visit your home, Kudou-san, but all in good time. I’ll be fine for a little while, yet.” He chuckled, letting a more genuine, but pained smile through. “Several of the doctors I’ve seen are convinced that it’s more psychosomatic at this point, anyway…”

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Terminal Affirmation

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He chuckled and stood from the table. Tossing his trash he began walking out of tiny cafe. “We not that far from each other.”

“As I said, I know that the fact is that we’re much closer, but…”  Hakuba frowned, brows creasing at the apparent miscommunication of his sentiment.

Whether it was because he was so tired or so stressed, the detective really had not noticed the noise on the other end of the line. It would have been easy to assume – though assuming was always a dangerous inclination – that he were simply in a busy area, like a mall. Shopping for more ties without him, perhaps. He took another sip of coffee, then continued. “Ah, anyway, suffice to say that I miss you already…?" 

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Bloody Moriarty

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He had noticed the tremble to the others hand and the tension in the air. Normally he would have passed it off as nerves but the crane was a reminder that the detective in front of him had been hurt.

“Are you alright?” He asked lightly but concerned.

Hakuba gave a wincing smile as he lowered the cup, setting it on the saucer in front of him. “Yes, I’m fine.” The lie came easily and so practiced that it was effortless. Dragging his hands back underneath the table, he stretched his back against the booth in an attempt to work out some of the muscle cramp discretely.

“I think I may still be a bit jet-lagged; it’s been a while since I’ve travelled.” He glanced back over to the other detective, tilting his head with an even broader and, hopefully, more charming smile– one similar to the kind he used to give in interviews. “Anyway, we were talking about Holmes. You know, a while back I was able to track down a milford coat just like the one in the series… god, it’s so comfortable.." 

No, he wasn’t trying to change the subject at all… 

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Terminal Affirmation

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“Not at all. I’ve been awake for a while. How are you feeling? You sound a little stressed.” He said softly, watched him from the small cafe he was sitting at, and just how long it would take the other to hear the airports background noise echo back to him.

“A little harried, yes, but somewhat better now that I’ve got a moment to talk to you.” Hakuba didn’t want to risk sounding clingy or overly sappy, so he hoped that his mostly casual response veiled his feelings effectively enough. “I’m at the airport now… just waiting until boarding, which won’t be long now. God, I’m sorry this past weekend was such a mess.”

He took a sip of coffee, then frowned at it. Not nearly enough cream or sugar. Alas. The detective drank more, anyway; he really needed to wake up.

“I know we’re just twenty-two and a half miles apart, but it already feels like I’m 5,963 miles away…" 

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Terminal Affirmation

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(…continued from…)

Monday morning arrived and Kaito was sitting at a cafe in the Tokyo airport. His phone lit up and started to sing out Undisclosed Desires by the Muse.

“Morning, my detective.” He answered sweetly and kept the exhaustion out of his voice.

Finally, something happened just the way he’d hoped! Heaving a sigh of relief, Hakuba smiled, head tilting, and leaned against the nearest pillar to rest his body while they spoke. He had a few minutes. Not long, but long enough to gain some reprieve from the stress.

“Good morning, Kuroba-kun…” To be greeted thus left him torn between feeling wonderfully warm and terribly lonely. His words all but dried up in his throat as he looked up to check the board for his flight departure time. No delays and all too soon. “Apologies for not calling earlier; it’s been sort of a rough morning.

"I hope I didn’t wake you."