Hate Date in Osaka

meitanteiosaka:

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Oh, so he wanted to switch back to Japanese? Well, that was fine with him, and Katsura-han might be interested, too. “TV an’ radio, pretty much. Mostly news. There’re a lotta fun American movies an’ programs out there, an’ I jus’ kept studyin’ ‘til I not only could understand ‘em, but recite ‘em an’ know what I was sayin’. Readin’s a different story.“ He chuckled fondly at the memory. “Picked up an Ellery Queen book at th’ library an’ fell in love. Got th’ English versions an’ didn’t stop ‘til I could understand those, too.” He dropped his chin on his hand, thinking. “Was also when I decided ta be a detective, instead’v a cop, come ta think’v it.“ Yes, that was definitely one of his, if not the most, defining moments in his childhood. He owed a lot to Ellery Queen, another reason why he defended the author duo above Conan Doyle.

"S’a tough language ta learn,” he admitted. “A lotta th’ letters don’t have a set pronunciation, so s’almost like ya have ta speak a word ‘fore ya can read it.“ Well, he learned how to speak the language before reading, so it was easy for him to match up written words with what he knew. It might work differently for other people. And it wasn’t like he had to know the pronunciation of a word, but he was a bit of a perfectionist and needed to know both definition and pronunciation. He’d had to extensively study the dictionary and memorize the International Phonetic Alphabet in order to do that, but at least his knowledge of the IPA helped with other languages.

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Th-that… That was adorable. Even Hakuba couldn’t deny it. It made the smile on the foreign detective’s face decidedly fond. 

"I’m impressed,” Hakuba said, continuing on in Japanese. “That’s quite the story. You’re rather good at it, Hattori-san. You could easily be an interpreter.” He chuckled after that, because he knew very well that that was not Heiji’s chosen career path, and amended his statement. “I’m certain that it helps on cases. Being fluent in both has certainly helped me, at any rate." 

He picked up his own tea and drank from it, deciding to stop while he was ahead and let the locals converse while he listened. Bulldozing Katsura-san would undo all of the repair they’d started.

themoonlightthief:

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Really? 

Did Hakuba really just ask that?

Decidedly ignoring the question – because answering it would just be too much trouble and create even more awkwardness than the detective had already managed to do – Kaito kneeled in front of the TV and pulled the drawer open. “I like action, comedy and horror. Fantasy’s pretty fun too. And movies based on magic. Obviously.“

A small grin curled at the corners of his lips as he pulled The Illusionist from the pile of movies and held it up for Hakuba to see. “Seen it?”

“Ah…”  Hakuba blinked at the case, tilting his head curiously. “The Illusionist… No, I don’t think that I have.” The detective reached for the case. “Is it good? Is this what you’d like to watch? What happens? Who’s in it?”

An Email from Mother || akaikujixyaku

akaikujixyaku:

♪♫*New Email Message*♫♪

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Great. It was probably Iro ‘Where’s the new article O’great artist?’ ‘I’ven’t heard anything in days, did you finally get yourself killed? Can’t say I didn’t warn you, cheh.’ or something else of an editor’s usual disturbance, (needless to say, she was pulling her phone up with a less than optimistic attitude. But you’ll forgive that, she’d been out late working on just such a story, and was running on nothing but the glorious thing which was caffeinated tea). However, her tired eyes flickered more open, and mind veered to life when she realized that she didn’t recognize the sender. Strange. She didn’t give her email to many people. But it didn’t ring spammail- and it hadn’t been filtered out by her virus defender.

(Curiosity always got the better of her anyhow)

It took all of three seconds to reach the name ‘Marion Hakuba’ and in all honesty, the phone nearly dropped right out of her fingertips— (luckily, she treasured the item too much to let it fall. Cat like reflexes engaged), she caught it with some scrambling, breathing out and pulling it back up to eye level, determined to get to the message’s end this time, even if it meant holding her breath. And good on the young Himura, she made it that time. And promptly went back and read it over again, and again, and twice more over.

(It wasn’t even so much that she didn’t think it was credible, because everything looked in order about the message, it looked very professional and not at all suspicious— point was, she just didn’t understand what was happening, because all of her logical processors had, decidedly, quit. No two week notice, just up and whoosh gone they were)

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Now, she’d interviewed him… once? Twice maybe, sent questions, nice emails (nearly fanmail, but still with a casual inquisitive nature), and they’d had various small virtual interactions, however… just how on Earth had this come about— He has agreed to my terms — now why in the world would he go and do that oh my goodness what how why what. Did mothers really do this? Seriously? It seemed so… invasive. But then she did call herself the meddling mother, so it seemed like she’d come to terms with the facts of the matter… And on at least a few points, she did understand. Emi’s American heritage and decidedly American appearance had done it’s fair share of alienating her when she was young, (it was her determination and later developed extroversion which earned her the friends she had), and certainly could make her feel a little displaced in some social situations. But Sagu- Hakuba-sama, didn’t seem the type to let that get in his way!

He was so charming, so suave and likable! (A little bit conceited sometimes, sure, but who wasn’t when they were that smart? Sheesh)— it didn’t make sense to her at all!.. 

Still…

An email had cropped up offering her a formal outing (date it was a date) with Saguru Hakuba— Even from just a professional standpoint, there was no way she should pass this up, right? (As if it was really her career choice that was governing this decision at all).

Was he really okay with it?..

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“Yes, eh, hello? Mrs. Hakuba— Hakuba-San— oh, rats, Madame Hakuba? Yes, I was calling about the email you sent me… As long as you’re certain that Saguru-sama- I mean, your son, is alright with the arrangement.. I’d very much like to be of any help that I can.”

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“Oh yes, yes, yes, of course he’s all right with it! I’m so glad that you called, Emi dear. This is wonderful news. And please, call me Marion. Oh, such a sweet girl you are. What nights are you free this week? We’re unfortunately stuck doing a charity benefit this weekend, but would any other time be acceptable? Oh, perhaps I should have him talk to you and arrange this… I can’t meddle with every little detail, can I? Hee hee! Hold on, let me get him~”

phantom-thief-kid:

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Yup. He was that thing running around the area. How was he going to deal with this when he didn’t know what days this would happen? If it were a pattern, he could just lock himself up somewhere with some meat, but he couldn’t tell at this point. “The blankets will be fine, Hakuba. I’m used to cleaning out blood stains and from much more delicate fabrics, anyway.

“I don’t remember anything, though. I just woke up outside naked next to a dead animal the first time and I put two and two together from there.”

“Aside from how exhausting that process is, though? My finger hurts and I’m worried. Did I kill someone?” The calm was freaking him out, though. Hakuba not freaking out over how he turned into a lion and probably killed something or someone? Surely that was a sign of Hakuba having completely snapped or something?

“I can’t speak for anything that happened before I ran into you, but I can assure you that the blood presently on you is not human.” Hakuba reached over to the desk and picked up the deer leg, holding it up for Kaito to see with as much nonchalance as someone might have holding a golf club on the green. “It’s deer.” He set the leg down again.

“It’s troubling to me that you have no memory of it… There was certainly some holdover of you, as the lion allowed me to get very close. Rubbed on me, even, to mark his territory. We’ll have to come up with a solution. This is very dangerous.”

Hakuba sighed then, concerned and thoughtful. “In the meantime, can I get you anything, Kaito-kun? A glass of water, perhaps?”

An Email from Mother || akaikujixyaku

Yes, Hakuba’s mother is in town and already digging through the poor young detective’s life with greedy hands. The following is an email sent on behalf of her despairing son.

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Dearest Emi, 

I hope that this letter finds you well, as I am about to ask you for a very important favor. Of course, I completely understand if you’re not able to help, but I do believe that you are the best suited for the task. My name is Marion Hakuba, and I am the wife of the Superintendent General. Our son, Saguru, is a brilliant detective, as you are well aware, but appears to be… struggling in some areas.

To put it simply, he consistently overworks himself and does not leave any time for socializing. I’m not certain if this is because he really has so much work to do (I can’t blame his clients for needing him, but he should show some self-restraint), or if it because he simply does not feel that he fits in here in Japan. I do know that his mixed heritage is cause for some contention among his peers, but Saguru has never let it stop him before when it comes to his studies or work, so I cannot understand why he lacks the foresight to not let it effect his social life.

This said, I really am hoping that you can assist me. The favor that I am asking is for you to go on a formal outing with him. A date, really. He is aware of my intentions and has agreed to my terms, on condition that you be interested and not forced into it. (He’s very much enjoyed his correspondence with you thus far and, in his words, ‘would not tolerate [my] meddling’  with your current working relationship.) 

Why he hasn’t asked you on a date himself by now is beyond me. I think he might secretly be painfully shy. I do know that he has consistently referred to himself as an introvert when I have pressed, and spends an inordinate amount of time reading when he could be interacting with those of his own age. 

Which is why have I come to you, specifically. With an already  established repertoire between the two of you, he is sure to open up… particularly as he is used to journalists and interviewers asking things of him. Your talent and brilliance will impress him, and your beauty (you are quite a darling thing, you know), is sure to engage. 

I hope that this letter does not come across as insulting in any way, but rather as a plea for help. You would make a friend for life of me if you were willing to oblige. My dear darling son really is a sweetheart, but he needs a lot of help. Would you be willing to help draw him out of his shell? 

Regardless of your answer, I do appreciate your time and attention. Please let me know as soon as you can by phone or by email; I won’t be in town for more than a couple of weeks and I would very much like to arrange the perfect evening for you both.

Sincerely yours,

Marion W. Hakuba

(The Meddling Mother)

phantom-thief-kid:

It took a while, but he eventually changed back to human form, blood still splattered on his face and neck. He was still asleep for a bit, but he woke up and looked around, incredibly disoriented.

Several things ran through his mind at that moment. Why was Hakuba in his room? Why the hell was he naked? And, more worryingly than the rest, why was he covered in blood again? Oh, gods, did he kill someone?

“Hi, Hakuba… What… what’s going on?”

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Hakuba had stopped recording before Kaito woke up, and had returned to his research. It hardly seemed dangerous in comparison, letting the thief sleep after all of that. He glanced over, blinked, and very calmly crossed one leg over the other, leaning back in the desk chair.

“It appears that you’ve been shape-shifting into a lion, which explains the reports, and your phonecall the other night.” The detective frowned as he looked Kaito over, lips pursing. “I’m sorry, I should have cleaned you up… I hope that the blood doesn’t stain the blankets too badly.”

So calm, so serene. Relieved, really. 

“How are you feeling?”

phantom-thief-kid:

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The lion, meanwhile, had drifted off to sleep. If one were to pay attention to him, there were changes, slow at first and getting faster as it progressed. Paws becoming more like fingers, fur receding and some hair turning back to its’ normal shade of brown on his head, muzzle receding…

Somewhere between the mane change and reading about the specific dietary needs of lions, Hakuba noticed what was happening. 

…and went back to staring again. That was just a little too interesting to turn away from. Slyly, he opened up the camera on his phone to record video, eyes wide. Strange new experiences, one after the other. The detective leaned against the desk, steadying himself next to the hunk of venison. 

Moonlight Visitor

themoonlightthief:

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No.

No, they really weren’t important.

He held his tongue though, keeping that particular piece of information from slipping out. It would just serve to confuse Hakuba and bring about more questions than he felt comfortable answering right now.

“Yes, I can imagine it was.” Indigo eyes gave the detective a careful once over, taking in the unusually messy state he was in. The corners of his lips twitched and the smile plastered to them turned just a hint more natural and amused – there was a concerned glint in his eye though, followed by a brief flash of guilt upon noting the pained look in Hakuba’s own, but a turn of his head hid it swiftly enough under the shadow of that white top hat.

“Haven’t been sleeping well? …Bad dreams?”

“Ah…” Hakuba’s tired smirk became a genuinely tired smile. “When there’s time for sleep, anyway, it’s been fragmented at best." 

He combed a hand through his hair, giving him a moment to sort through his thoughts. The results only gave him cause for a helpless shrug. "Not that it really matters, Kaitou-san… as has been said before, ‘the nightmare is always by your side.’”

The detective stood awkwardly, caught between wanting to pull the thief back, close, and wanting to hide in his embarrassment. He didn’t want anyone to feel sorry for him, or to see him so unguarded. Yet… yet it was tempting, despite.

He waved a hand dismissively. “It’s nothing to worry about.”

Hate Date in Osaka

meitanteiosaka:

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He grinned, gratified to see the Brit finally understood. “Glad to hear it,“ he replied with a challenging smirk. Unlike with Kudo, their personalities clashed horribly, and Heiji was sure they’d continue to piss each other off in the future. Therefore, it was only reasonable to use that to both of their advantage, wasn’t it? And if he successfully knocked Hakuba a peg or two in the process, all the better. He sipped at his green tea in the ensuing silence, waiting for Hakuba to finish his meal.

As if sensing the conversation was over for the moment, Katsura-han struck up a conversation of his own, expressing his surprise at Heiji’s English skills. “Well, there’s no one ta talk ta here, save tourists an’ th’ occasional foreign college student,” he replied, lapsing back into Japanese. “An’ th’ teachers,“ he relented after a moment’s thought, “but s’not really a natural conversation.” He watched as Katsura’s brows knitted together and sighed inwardly. Of course, the restaurant owner had probably only been exposed to the heavily-accented English, and probably didn’t realize just how different spoken English was from classroom English. He might not have even seen a need to keep studying the language, considering his current job. Not that he wanted to insult the man, but it was frustrating sometimes when people weren’t as smart or as motivated as Heiji was. “Well, Jodie-sensei’s fun ta talk ta, but she’s all th’ way up’n Tokyo.“ He sighed out loud this time. “They really need ta hire more foreign teachers.”

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Hakuba listened while the two conversed, taking great care and effort to finish his plate. He would not insult the restaurant owner again by leaving any delusions that he had not enjoyed the meal. The conversation was interesting anyway, keeping his attention and mind entertained, quite content. 

The comment about the teachers brought Hakuba into the game, however, as he straightened up, laying the chopsticks on his now-empty plate.

“That does remind me,” he said, switching back to Japanese himself. “Pardon my intrusion, Katsura-san, Hattori-san… But if you don’t mind my asking, what were the circumstances of your English language studies?”

phantom-thief-kid:

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The lion yawned and watched his human for the moment. So he didn’t eat any of it? Maybe he’d already eaten. Either way, he closed his eyes for the moment and kept listening. Just as long as his human didn’t spend his time staring at him like a predator in wait or attack, he could stay.

Hakuba had learned the first time that staring was as impolite for lions as it was for the British, and soon settled in the chair with cell phone in hand. He could watch the window this way, and keep a vigil for the hopefully soon to be sleeping lion. And while his phone battery wouldn’t last forever, it would surely give him some very valuable research time.  He typed away, ignoring that the deer leg had left blood on the desk. He’d deal with that later… probably after lecturing Kaito, if he ever transformed back.