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Some Nights (blackfeatherswhitedoves)

blackfeatherswhitedoves:

KID slowed a little bit, looking back at Hakuba.  Maybe the sooner they found a hiding place, the better.  Sadly, nothing as of yet was looking familiar at all.

“Normally, there’s not much of a need for a hiding place.  Our gun-happy friends don’t show up very often."  He wasn’t about to give away too much information just yet, but little things were alright to slip, the brunette figured.  “Ne, Tantei-san?  You mentioned something abandoned?”

“It’s not strictly abandoned,” Hakuba said, backtracking through his thoughts to remember what he had been trying to say earlier. Were they not in such a dire situation, he’d probably argue with KID about it, but since they were, he would let it go. For now. “It’s close for the season. A, ah, holiday shop… Three blocks… that way, I believe?”

The detective picked up the pace so that he could get a better look at the street sign ahead. “Yes, it’s just over that way. Costumes and ilk. On top of a bicycle repair shop." 

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Of Crimson, Tigers, and Birdwatching

phantom-thief-kid:

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“Yeah. Giant thing. It threw me around and tried chewing on me. I have no clue why it did that.”

He blinked and looked up at Hakuba.“Hakuba, are you okay?” This was worrisome. He didn’t need to break Hakuba again. Especially not over some stupid scaly thing with no manners whatsoever.

“Bloody hell. Honestly.” Hakuba pulled himself away, moving to sit at the edge of the bed, bare back to Kaito. “I can’t tell if you’re being serious of if you’re trying to take the mick out of me." 

The detective reached for the bundle of clothes on the nightstand and began to get dressed. Boxers first, then pants, hands fumbling from the tired and irritation. 

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Of Crimson, Tigers, and Birdwatching

phantom-thief-kid:

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“It’s a lot of stuff, yeah.” Kaito yawned widely. “I’m pretty sure I can stay safe if I can get chewed on by a giant dragon thing with eight heads and have a shorter stay in the hospital than being shot when I was normal.

“I dunno about any other side effects. Maybe they haven’t appeared yet.” Okay, that worried him. If there were other side effects, things he couldn’t control… “Worried I’ll become a demon or a vampire?” He gave Hakuba a grin.

Hakuba met the grin with apprehension. Yes, he was worried again. “No… nothing like that.”  But why not? There were witches. Witches, immortality, magic stones, and gods. Demons and vampires wouldn’t be that much further of a stretch. It made his head hurt. 

“Wait… did you say something about…?” The detective pushed himself into a sit, looking down at Kaito. “What was… Dragon? Eight heads?!" 

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Of Crimson, Tigers, and Birdwatching

phantom-thief-kid:

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Meanwhile, Kaito was enjoying the time in the bed, lounging about. He was content with this, relaxing in a bed with one of his detectives. Sure, there was the question of how this would affect their interactions from now on, but they would cross that bridge when it came.

He had snuggled up to Hakuba, only half awake when he got the kiss on the shoulder. The question, though, made him wonder. Hakuba was worrying again? “‘Course I’m gonna…" Kaito muttered, his voice low. He was pretty sure he sounded groggy. “You worry too much, Hakuba.“

"I’ve been told that before,” Hakuba said, expression going dry. Here he was, concerned and close, and Kaito was calm and casual. KID, true to form. He sighed.

“I’m still attempting to wrap my mind around… everything. Secret crime organizations? Implications of eternal youth? And gemstones with the power of granting… what, immortality, was it?” The detective frowned. “How are you going to stay safe? What other side effects could there be?”

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Of Crimson, Tigers, and Birdwatching

The hour was late- very late- and Hakuba was exhausted in almost every way a person could be. Still, he fought against impending sleep to live in the present, taking in as much sensory detail as he could. The cool of the sheets against warm, bare skin; the scent of that dark, wild mane of hair on the pillow next to him. He forced his eyes open, struggling against the call- and, indeed, desperate need- for sleep, and bent to instead kiss lazily at Kaito’s shoulder. Soon, his eyes closed again, and the distinct feeling of being lost washed over him. So the detective shook his head, waking himself up a little more.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t sleep. They were in bed, comfy and cozy, with several hours remaining before checkout at the hotel. Sleeping was a very good idea, in fact, with the work of the next day looming ahead. But Hakuba didn’t want to let it go, to return to reality. When they left the hotel, he knew, things would be different. Not in any overt way, but different. Subtle changes in the rules, whatever they were. Or would they? The uncertainty of it made him anxious. 

With that anxiety, too, the truths revealed earlier were busily attempting to settle into his conscious mind, like ticks searching for flesh. He would need to eventually sort through everything, write it down, mentally tag and organize it all, each to its proper place. Unfortunately, that also meant becoming responsible for and dealing with each piece of information. He’d have to form an opinion on it, decide what he thought and how he felt, and come to terms with it.

…which was something that was far too painful and difficult to do at present. That said, it was impossible to ignore, as well. 

He longed for a cigarette, and maybe another bottle of scotch. Both were impractical for many reasons. So instead he leaned his forehead against the back of Kaito’s head and sighed.

“Kaito-kun… will you really be all right?" 

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Some Nights (blackfeatherswhitedoves)

blackfeatherswhitedoves:

As his gait smoothed out, KID loosened his grip on Hakuba’s arm.  They’d gotten to a part of the city he wasn’t familiar with, which would make the escape that much harder.  He didn’t know where they could go for safety.  Suddenly, he missed the familiar shopping centers and business areas of Ekoda.

“Surprisingly, that’s the plan.  We need to keep moving, and we need someplace the ravens won’t think to check."  He wasn’t overly fond of sharing the fact that his plan needed work with the detective, but there were two of them in this predicament just now, and KID had to admit, he could use the help.

Hakuba managed to keep up easily enough, though he was getting more and more tired the further they went. He hadn’t prepared himself to be part of a heist. If he had, he wouldn’t have been drinking earlier, and he might have taken a nap or at least tried to sleep the night before. As it was, the detective probably would have been nodding off on the top of that building by this point. Add in the adrenaline rush, terrifying glider ride, and gunfire, and he felt very tired indeed.

He huffed, and took a moment to look around as they moved, putting his mental map of the city into perspective. 

"Ah- there are abandoned… Ravens?” Oh, the ones shooting at them.  He rubbed the side of his head, fingers digging through his hair. “What kind of place do you normally hide?”

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askkudoushinichi:

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“Well, I am alive, as you can see but… if you don’t mind, I’d like it if you didn’t talk to anyone about it. I may be able to walk around without much harm, but if a certain group of people find out that I’m active again then… I really don’t want to think about what would happen.” He explained it calmly and seemed completely nonchalant about it, but there was still a hint of fear in his voice.

“And please, if you could…” he began again. “Don’t tell any of that to Ran. She worries enough as it is.“ He gave Hakuba a nervous smile and continued. “It’s not as though it’s a huge deal, but she’ll take it badly, you know?”

With the level of interest that Hakuba displayed, he wouldn’t be surprised if he had investigated him a little bit already. So there would be no point in flat out lying about his situation. However, he could graze over the truth. “Our secret, okay?“

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Investigated a little? An understatement of depressing proportions. But Hakuba wasn’t going to mention that. Not even a peep. 

The foreign detective walked with Kudou toward the cafe, pace a steady clip but not overly brisk. He nodded at the appropriate times during the other detective’s explanation, and blushed, faintly at each unintentionally significant moment. 

Our secret? Keep it from my childhood friend?

Hakuba looked skyward, cheeks tinted from the heat of his shy embarrassment. What did Kudou mean by that? They’d only just met; why would he trust…?  Unless he really had been reading the letters. Perhaps he couldn’t contact Hakuba because he knew that the half-Brit would stop at nothing to help and he had wanted to spare him the danger? 

"A-ahh.. Yes, of course. I would never betray your trust, Kudou-san…”

That little hint of fear in his voice. The uneasy smiles and polite hesitance. So casual, so calm. Everything Hakuba had expected of the great Kudou Shinichi. 

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Dear ex-boyfriend,

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John-

I received the wedding invitation the other day, forwarded on from my mum. I know you would want me to be thanking you, but instead I’m left baffled. I haven’t spoken to you in over three years and I damn well don’t intend to start now, let alone attend your ‘celebration.’

Oh, yes, your bride is very lovely indeed. I’m left to wonder, though… did you choose her, or your parents? Have you really changed or are you just hiding who you are, how you felt, and what you told me?

Honestly, I don’t care to find out the answer.

-S.J.H.


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“I will never let you in again. Ever.”

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Re: Other Career Opportunities

akaikujixyaku replied to your post: Did you, or perhaps, /do/ you ever aspire to join a career apart from investigation? Are there any passions you have that you’d pursue more avidly, if you had the time?

“All of those options are certainly commendable, though I suppose I have a bias when saying you’d have made a fine journalist. Though what I find the most intriguing is the bit about breed and show- do you have a past in dressage?”

“First, thank you for the kind comments. I’m only informally familiar with the work. One of my uncles does it professionally for his vocation and often invites me to assist with tending the horses when I’m home – ah, in England, I mean.”

“He taught me all that I know about horses and equine care. I didn’t understand at first why he insisted that I learn to saddle a horse when the attendants could do it for me… but I’m so glad that he did. There’s really nothing like working with your own two hands… and the work of getting your horse ready for riding is an invaluable time to really care for and bond with the animal…”

“Ah, my apologies, I’m rambling again. I hope that answers your question sufficiently!”

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Did you, or perhaps, /do/ you ever aspire to join a career apart from investigation? Are there any passions you have that you’d pursue more avidly, if you had the time?

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“I once thought that I might be a lawyer, or a superintendent for the police. I think that I’d make a decent professor at a university, too, if I found the right fit…”

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“Ah, once I’d entertained the idea of being a journalist. I suppose that’s much like being a detective, but without helping people, however… just more published writing…" 

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"Regardless, when I retire from my detective duties, I think I should quite like to have a property with acres of land and stables, out in the English countryside. I’d love to breed and show horses, I think.”