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phantom-thief-kid:

“Of course I will, Hakuba.” He grinned. “After all, this has to be one of the few times, if not the first time, KID has not appeared when he said he would.“

Now he’d have to do some misdirection. He would rather avoid breaking one of his detectives’ brains again (especially since he wasn’t there in-person) and not being sure of what happened himself would be interesting. “Well, detective, were you disappointed?" 

It was nice, hearing his name spoken by Kaito, especially in confidence with the rather secret information that they were discussing.The question drew Hakuba out of that train of thought and he blinked.

"Disappointed? Of course. I always like watching you work. Though, admittedly, I really was mostly just worried.”

He wanted to go on, all about how he didn’t know what he’d do if he lost him, if something happened to him, etc, etc, so on, but Hakuba was fairly certain that it would be returned only with a ‘I’m invincible now’ and a ‘you worry too much,’ so he refrained.

“Sorry for all of the, ah, voicemails. I panicked.”

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phantom-thief-kid:

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“Yeah, I’m fine,” he said, albeit distractedly. Big furry thing that nobody could quite identify? Oh, boy. He really bit off much more than he could chew this time. “Just checking, because I wasn’t quite sure of what happened last night myself. No, I didn’t end up attacked or injured, just to clear that up.”

“That’s comforting, at least.”  Hakuba didn’t sound convinced. “Ah, but last night? I hope you’re planning to offer an official apology. Everyone was quite disappointed that you couldn’t make it." 

That was putting it very lightly, but the detective didn’t wish to press. At least, too hard.

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Hate Date in Osaka

meitanteiosaka:

Heiji looked confused at the statement. “Wha? No, I don’ think yer a stupid foreigner. I think yer a stuck-up, annoyin’ prat with an attitude problem, but I don’ think yer stupid.“ Ah, his dish was done, and he dug into it, savoring the bite. Delicious, as always. “This ain’t about th’ Detective Koushien case, is it? That was an easy mistake ta make. Anyone coulda done the same. That doesn’t make ya stupid.” It just makes me smarter than ya, he wisely refrained from saying. He didn’t think that statement would go over too well in their current conversation.

Another bite. Oh-so-good. He’d missed this place. Hadn’t been here in far too long. “An’ yer a Half, right? That doesn’t really make ya a foreigner.“ He leaned back and frowned slightly. “Unless ya don’t consider Japan yer home?”

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There had been the smallest spark of hope at the beginning of Hattori’s response. The, ‘no I don’t think’ part, but then, as he continued to speak, the hope was crushed. More like it was poisoned, strangled, stabbed in the back, and drowned in the waters of that odd combination of first and second hand embarrassment.

Hakuba clenched his fists in his pockets, listening to the Osakan ramble on near unintelligibly, expression even and stone.  He’d admitted his failure in the Koushien then and there. Why was there any reason at all to bring it up again? It wasn’t as if Hattori were any more a detective than he was. In fact, he’d looked at the data himself, and knew that he was more accomplished than Hattori. With all of the infractions that the god damned brute had committed, he shouldn’t have even been allowed to participate. He didn’t have the right to call himself a detective. And as the son of the Superintendent Supervisor, he should be ashamed for his behavior. 

He wanted to get up and leave right then and there. But with food already ordered, it would be rude to the restaurant owner to do so. Nevertheless, the bitterness never went further than the white knuckled grip inside of his pockets and the silence that he so tangibly gave. 

The question, however, was addressed after another moment of quiet contemplation. 

“I am a ‘halfer,’ yes,” Hakuba said at first, briefly wondering if Hattori had any idea just how insulting the term was. “I have dual nationality so I am technically a citizen, but Japan is ‘home’ only in that my father is here." 

Food was delivered, set before him. He offered his thanks, then looked at it with a stab of painful regret. It looked delicious, certainly, but he’d very much lost his appetite.  Hakuba reached for chopsticks, not wishing to offend.

Let Hattori talk his mouth off. He didn’t care. 

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themoonlightthief:

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“Not really.” Kaito shrugged. “Not exactly my thing.“

The fact that he was underage wasn’t the main reason. Just the thought of possibly going to a heist or having something unexpected – dangerous – happen the day after he would’ve been drinking, and simply imagining how much slower his reflexes would be…

It was far from an appealing thought.

Besides, who knew what he’d end up blabbering about if he got drunk?

Leaning against the wall, he stuffed his hands into his pockets, gaze flickering towards the duffel bag again and lips quirking into the hint of a teasing smirk as he directed it back towards the detective. “So you brought sleepover stuff. Is that really your way of trying to ruin my evening?”

Not that there was much of anything to ruin anyway though.

“More or less, yes." 

Hakuba wondered how this could not an effective plan. Kaito disliked the detective, the detective liked gathering information and revenge, and this would kill two birds with one stone. Except that he genuinely wanted to be Kuroba’s friend, eventually. 

"Is it… not working? I could interrogate you, I suppose.. Or, ah, accuse you of being sloppy tonight.”

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Hate Date in Osaka

meitanteiosaka:

He was a bit surprised that Hakuba hadn’t even introduced himself. Well, if he wanted to be anti-social, he could be. Maybe he’d introduce him next time. If there was one.

He snerked at Hakuba’s mispronunciation, but sobered quickly when he realized the atmosphere. Katsura-han was giving Hakuba an exasperated look. The restaurant owner then continued to prompt the Brit by asking what kind of okonomiyaki he wanted. He even noticed Katsura’s speech slowing a bit. That…wasn’t good. And the Brit looked near to an anxiety attack.

“If yer jus’ lookin’ ta try it out, I recommend th’ basic,” he said, pointing to a selection on menu, attempting to provide a very belated rescue. Great, now he felt guilty about the way he treated the other detective earlier.

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That pale English complexion took on a bright shade of red as things progressed. Hakuba hadn’t even realized that there were different kinds of okonomiyaki, let alone that he was supposed to pick one. Though, now that he looked at the menu again, it was obvious.

“Ah… right, of course.”

Great. Just… brilliant, really. It didn’t take long at all to make himself look like a complete idiot in front of Hattori and this new associate, did it? There was really only one card to play at that point, loathe as he was to do in front of his detective colleague.

He bowed and offered a formal apology. “Please excuse my ignorance… I am, unfortunately, a foreigner and still have much to learn.”

This was said politely and sincerely… because he really hadn’t meant to make things harder for Katsura in any way. (Also, a little self-deprecation went a long way with the nationalistic types, so it never hurt to try.)

“I’m very sorry for the inconvenience, Katsura-han. I think I’d like to take Hattori-san’s suggestion and get the basic one… if that is all right.”

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phantom-thief-kid:

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“It’s not a dragon this time, not from what I can tell.” He scratched the back of his head. He was not going to explain to Hakuba what he though happened. Hakuba would fret and talking about unknowns was an unwise idea. “Any idea what it is? I’m not sure what it was myself.“

"Some seem to think that it was a big dog… A really, really big dog. Mastiff, maybe? I don’t know. The witness reports were very unclear.”  Hesitation. Fretting. “…Are you okay, Kuroba-kun?”

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Hate Date in Osaka

meitanteiosaka:

Heiji tried to ignore the sarcasm, however much it grated on his nerves. He had already decided to sit with Hakuba through lunch, and even if they devolved into a shouting match, he would still do it, dammit.

True to his word, it didn’t take long at all for them to arrive at the restaurant. “Yo, Katsura-han!“ he greeted the owner. They then proceeded to have a small conversation, during which he failed to introduce Hakuba (let that pompous ass take responsibility fer his own damn self), and ordered finished by ordering his usual. He did make a few recommendations to the other detective, though.

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Hakuba, to his credit, did a good job of hiding how much Heiji’s faux pas hurt. Not being introduced formally was not only insulting between them as colleagues and rivals, but didn’t do anything for his relationship with the restaurant’s owner. At best, he’d come off as anti-social, with Hattori being polite and not introducing him because he didn’t want to talk to the man. Which wasn’t true. Further, he was clearly with Hattori since they’d come in together and had exchanged words, so not being introduced made him look lesser. Like a child or pet. Not worth it. 

Still, as to not offend the owner or make anyone uncomfortable by openly bringing up Hattori’s insult, the foreign detective simply remained neutral. When he had his turn to speak and order, he nodded politely and looked over the menu card while Heiji gave his recommendations.

Damn, so much kanji…

The half-brit could read most of it just fine. He’d been reading and speaking Japanese along side English since he was very young, but trying to order in an unfamiliar restaurant, with unfamiliar food, under pressure, made it a little harder than it should have been. And he had to do it fast, less Hattori decide that Hakuba was somehow weak for not immediately knowing what he wanted.

"Ah, I’ll… try the, ah…”  Where was it? The thing that Hattori had gone on about? God, his eyes hurt. “The, ah, okinam…" Shit.  ”The okonomiyaki, please.“  

Hakuba winced. Hopefully, Heiji wouldn’t say anything. Hopefully, he also wouldn’t know the faint blush of heated embarrassment on his face. Going to lunch with Hattori Heiji had been a very, very bad idea. 

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For the Love of a Painting || kaitouxjeanne

kaitouxjeanne:

Stepping out of the car was another young woman in her finery. However, the exact nature of her clothes would make her the most eye-catching of the evening. If the blonde was an elegant lily in white the evening before, she was a luscious rose tonight. Wine red covered a slim figure that was all sleek muscle, though it left areas to the imagination. The dressmaker had created an evening gown that would emphasize her small waist and generous chest. Furthermore, her slender back would be shown with the backless feature of the dress. Tasteful jewelry and sultry makeup completed the effect.

Excellent, she was aiming for that effect. Eyes would follow her, some with captivated stares, some with jealous glares, and some with disapproving sniffs. But eyes would be following her. And she knew that the young detective from last night would not fail to miss her, as observant he was. Her movements would be noted even more so than usual and here her calculations would bear fruit. Charming her way around the men, perhaps with more drink than she should, she’d leave the function early. Perhaps with a man she’d get drunk enough to forget the rest of night. Her alibi would be made and any unpleasant attention the detective might throw upon her would subside.

Stepping out of the car, she made her way gracefully with ease to the greeting party of the event. Hm? I’d expect the perceptive one to be here coolly sizing up every guest while participating in the pleasantries. Finishing with her greetings, she was immediately surrounded by a mix of her admirers and friends who wanted to commend her on her appearance for the night. As she exchanged hellos and flirty remarks with skill from experience, Jeanne scanned the room for the second-to-most troublesome guest of the evening. The demon being the most annoying, of course. 

Ah, there. He seemed to be.. retrieving drinks? Not in the most gracious way either, judging by his less than pleased expression. It also seemed he lost the Sherlock getup for tonight. Along with other ladies in the room, the thief eyed him with appreciation. Sherlock-chan seems to have come out to play with the other kids.

Good manners, good looks, good style, and obviously, good breeding — it seemed the detective would receive a high score from any of the women of high standards and indeed, most women in general.

Amidst her group, she watched him with a champagne flute at her lips. After completing his task, he glanced around, seemingly looking for someone. Finally, eye contact. Butterscotch eyes met violet ones.

A devilish smile to match her appearance, she raised the flute slowly in a toast to Hakuba in greeting.

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Game start.

Hakuba, who had no glass to raise, instead dipped his head in greeting, smile returning to his face. It surprised even him, how the tired, negative emotions melted away a the sight of her. Beautiful, of course, with stunning gown and that irresistible mystery. Really, if he didn’t know better, he’d almost suspect that she were KID in disguise… but that would be a lot of extra work to go through just to mess with him. Er, or steal a painting. Not that she was here to do… 

The detective, momentarily flustered, turned back to speak to his client briefly before stepping away and through the crowded hall toward Jeanne. Yes, he was working, but he could certainly enjoy himself, too. After all, mingling with the guests – as he’d done the previous night – was likely the best possible way to catch a thief here. And it helped, after all, without the detective costume, he was much more… sneaky.

He made his way to Jeanne and offered her another bow, this time appropriate for their attire and station.

“Good evening, Miss d’Arc. It’s a pleasure to see you again.:

Those butterscotch eyes did all they could to hold her gaze as he straightened up, sizing her up not by physical attributes but by how well she took his scrutinizing eye. 

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Hate Date in Osaka

meitanteiosaka:

Heiji grinned. Victory!

Wait. That would mean he’d have to spend the next hour or so with Hakuba.

…Victory?

He sighed inwardly. Sometimes he really didn’t know when to shut up. Damn his competitive nature. But he had won that not-argument fair and square, and he wasn’t going to back down just because it was Hakuba. So he was going to make sure the Brit had the best damn lunch he’d ever had.

…Dammit.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll pay fer my own, don’t worry.”

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He pointed down a side street before walking in that direction, not bothering to make sure Hakuba was following. If the Brit wanted to leave, that was fine with him. Well, no it wasn’t, and he’d probably yell at him next time he saw him for being rude, but at least he was providing an out. Sort of. “S’a little ways outta th’ way, but it’s closer ta here than the station is.“

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"I’ll trust your judgement, Hattori-san… you do seem to be the expert.”

Sarcasm? Not at all! 

Well. That was interesting. Hakuba considered not following, but it was only a brief, fickle thought. After all, to leave now would be a fairly serious offense. Superintendent General Hakuba’s son versus the Superintendent Supervisor Hattori’s son. A scandal in the making.

Actually, it struck the half-brit then that it was somewhat odd that the two hadn’t been forcefully paired together before. Surely, there was the distance to be considered, but a friendship between them could be a very powerful statement, PR included. 

Hm.

He followed after Heiji silently, letting the Osakan lead the way.