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For the Love of a Painting || kaitouxjeanne

kaitouxjeanne:

Somewhere, a bell chimed in hall’s grandfather clock, signaling the end of the hour.

Unfortunately, it did not signify the end of the conversation she was currently engaged in. Amidst her chosen circle of eligible bachelors, the experienced woman had singled out the one with the biggest ego and deepest pockets. 

“Oh and you would just love my new yacht…”

Yawn.

"Did I mention my family owns a country club over in Izu? It has a fantastic golf course..”

Groan.

Despite her perfect mask of mild interestedness, well placed “oh, is that so”s and the “how fun”s, her inner self was rolling her eyes so hard that the bored thief could practically feel them snapping from the sockets.

The chimes of the clock didn’t end the conversation for the oblivious young master Jeanne had chosen for tonight, but it did signify the start of a new hour.

It was nearing the time.

Skillfully— a slight touch to his arm, a sidelong glance — she had the young man off to entrance hall because this pretty socialite had just the most terrible headache but she’d feel oh so much better if he’d accompany her? And my, how kind of him to offer his place for rest..

The temptress had him hook, line, and sinker. When he thought she wasn’t looking, a lascivious grin would make way to his face. He thought he had her, the mysterious socialite who’d been a regular in the topics of conversations, especially those of the men. Little did he know, this socialite had purposefully left the room with him in a public way. Eye-catching as she was, more than just a few people would know Jeanne had left with a someone.. 

Pig. Young masters who are just too impressed with their wealth and good looks. His brown eyes aren’t even a nice shade. Dull, unlike.. 

Unlike his. Butterscotch-colored with a sharpness that made her catch her breath and a depth she was terrified of sinking into. Just before the thief and her cover left the grand hall, she had caught those eyes just once more. 

No, she couldn’t. Not now. More like, not ever. Shaking her head, the blonde tried to lose those thoughts of him. The action drew the other’s attention.

“Are you alright?”

As if he really cared. Smoothly taking hold of his arm, Jeanne looked back at the detective with a wink and enigmatic smile before guiding him through the doors and turning to her prey.

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The picture of a lovely, weak girl, Jeanne looked up at him through her eyelashes appealingly. Raising her hand to cover her mouth modestly, a pill was slipped between her fingers. Right on cue, the young master inhaled sharply from her actions and came closer to take her in his arms. 

As the other leaned in for a kiss, she closed her eyes to play along. At the key moment, his mouth was covered and the pill slipped in. Instantly, he slackened, drowsy and disoriented. Letting him fall at her feet, she lifted the phone that she’d nonchalantly swiped from his pockets as he fell. 

“Hello? Is this the Mizukata household? The young master seems to have drank a little too much and….”

With that, the household sent a car. As the person meant to carry the unconscious young master into the car reached them, Jeanne looked once more through her eyelashes. This time, she was a slightly embarrassed and innocent young miss. 

“If you would tell him.. I think he, well, wanted to get to know each other more and I wouldn’t breathe a word if he doesn’t. You see, I’m not supposedto talk to any man without father’s permission but he seemed so nice and I wouldn’t want to complicate things..”

The valet, more than a little acquainted with his employer’s son’s habits, privately thanked the stupid young master hadn’t gotten to this sweet young girl. 

"No, of course not. I’ll let him know when he wakes up. Enjoy the rest of your evening, miss.”

“Oh, thank you! Good evening to you as well.”

Finally, her alibi was complete. With the drug’s effects, the unconscious wouldn’t remember what happened right before passing out. What a pain, really. The thief usually didn’t have to bother, except in the rare cases. Yes, the rare cases.. Hakuba was a rare case. But even he couldn’t touch her with an alibi fortified by that household’s prestige and informal pact to keep their master’s honor — all engineered by her. 

The playful phantom thief couldn’t help that bit of taunting before, though. She wondered, as her rosary necklace let her evening gown transformed into her costume and made her way to her planned entrance point, if he would have been jealous. If she’d manage to make him burn in a different way than when she kissed him.

Would he? Ah well, I think I’m going to make him burn another way just now..

Having reached the entrance point, a white boot lifted.

The new glass ceiling of the museum was placed to have natural light highlight its main piece. It was made of specially tinted glass so as not to let the UV rays harm the painting, the new pride of the museum curator.

Unfortunately, it seemed as though he needed to find something new to take pride in as one phantom thief crashed through the ceiling. Amazingly, defying human capabilities, the thief landed gracefully just a few yards from the painting. 

The ground glittered beneath Jeanne, the glass reflecting the light of the full moon. Interestingly, the glitter matched the spark in the thief’s eyes that could be seen as she straightened up.

“Reincarnated to seal evil born from darkness… Kaitou Jeanne! In the name of Kami-sama, I have appeared.”

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Game start!

Yes, Hakuba had seen her leave, and yes, he had burned. With anger, with jealousy, with something else entirely and he forced a hateful smile as he saw that man lead her from the stage. Play your game, Miss d’Arc… Nothing would give me more pleasure than to see the entirety of your performance. 

He lied to himself, of course. Yes, he wanted to see what she could do; despite his interest in homicide, it seemed that he always collected the most interesting of thieves to deal with. She was certainly one of them, easily in the top three… 

The detective forced himself to relax his posture, hands unclenching from his sides as he went about his work, investigating everyone else on the floor. Soon, soon… 

And a little while later, it was time. The sound of glass with a thundering crescendo – the call of the woman’s voice. Hakuba tensed, muscles coiled, and sprang from the champagne server with fierce focus, weaving through the crowd to get to that painting – the object he was sworn to protect. 

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Child character your muse would have and crossover ships you have with your muse!

♗ :Child!Character my muse would adopt.

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If Conan counts, Hakuba would snatch him up in a heartbeat. He’s often thought that the boy would make an exceptional protege. BUT, since Conan isn’t really a six year-old little boy, let’s go with Mitsuhiko. Hakuba would foster his intellect and interests, and do whatever he could to help with his career. I bet they’d get along really well, too. Hakuba loves children. He’d probably do well with anyone, really.

☩:Crossover Ship with my muse.

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Oh, gosh. Well, there’s the seductive thief, Jeanne ( kaitouxjeanne ), exceptionally close friend Kyoya ( host-kyoya ), ‘beauty detective’ Kirigiri ( detectivephiliac ), and of course, BBC Sherlock Holmes himself ( wewillstartwiththeridingcrop ) 

…it’s really so easy to ship Hakuba with just about anyone, though. What has become of my life?

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☣ :Character my muse respects greatly.

There are many people that Hakuba respects, but one in particular is little Edogawa Conan, whom he believes has great talent and potential. It’s difficult to say whether Hakuba suspects that Conan might be more than just an unusually intelligent boy or not, but even if he does… the next person on the top of his list would be Kudou Shinichi, anyway. 

…this may lead to awkwardness at some point when Hakuba learns that his kouhai is also his senpai, but eh. 

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Hello?~

14. They just had a big fight with someone. 

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“Ah – Miss Jeanne… I need your help. You, ah, remember the dear inspector I’ve been working with? Nakamori-keibu… Ginzo? Well, ah, I’ve just had a bit of a… discussion with him, and have found myself a tad stranded. And unemployed. And bleeding, actually, a bit, so… if you could… do you have a car? Can you come?” 

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✿

kaitouxjeanne:

✿ – something my muse finds very special

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Soft tinkles tumble out of an porcelain music box as a minx’s usual playful demeanor tumble off her face, only leaving a gentle smile — no games, no messages, no falsity. Air in G major. If she didn’t know better, Jeanne would’ve suspected he knew she was of the wind. 

And if she didn’t know better, the divine wind thief mused, as she traced the filigree of the box with her fingers and the porcelain’s floral design, that he knew her. She simply loved music boxes. Oak, porcelain, with the gears producing melody out of a small box. In fact, she liked most things that could be called antique, but music boxes held a special place in her heart.

The smile didn’t leave when she looked up at the detective. Tiptoeing, Jeanne left a long kiss to his right cheek. Sure that she couldn’t keep a bit of rose creeping into her face, the blushing maiden didn’t move away after the act and moved closer to rest (or hide her face) in the crook of his neck, still holding the music box.

“Happy Valentines, Saguru.”

His name, she said in a whisper. It was the first time, and probably, the thief thought, the only time she’d say it. Jeanne wasn’t sure if she could again, but it did feel natural this time.

.. And if she didn’t know better, she’d think being with him felt natural.

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For the Love of a Painting || kaitouxjeanne

kaitouxjeanne:

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Distance closing again, an ever tightening hold, honeyed words.

She was falling. Falling deeper into those eyes and in.. No, that sentence won’t be finished. It can’t. What was she doing? Getting herself caught? If she was, the thief was doing a mighty fine job of it. The detective was intoxicatingly close, he had a hold of her, and “darling”? Well, she won’t complain about that. No, wait, yes she would! Fervently. And loudly.

Yet somehow, the complaints seemed to get softer and someone’s heartbeats louder as the detective came even closer. Ah, the continuation of the kiss.. Again, the blonde’s eyelids drooped treacherously. Where was the usual detachment with which she conducted these “romances”?

Anyways, how much would a kiss hurt?

.. won’t be happening. A lot. Quite a lot. I am the fantastic, the marvelous, phantom thief Jeanne.It won’t do to let him steal ANYTHING from me, be it a kiss or my heart anymore time.

Once again, the determined vixen brought a finger to the ever nearing lips to halt the detective’s progress. Oh, it was almost a shame. Fortunately, Jeanne had enough denial in her to believe that. 

Eyes wide with her trademark mischief, she smiled. Let’s bring this closer. Indeed, as in mocking of his attempt to return her kiss, she leaned even further in hold, her lips brushing the finger separating them from a kiss as she spoke.

“Careful, someone might think you fancy me a little too much.”

With practiced ease, the blonde gently slid his hand from her back with her other hand. And no, she did not miss its warmth. Really. 

Moving back, she let the finger she had held to his lips to trail down his face and the fabric of his tie. As the thief did this, her eyes followed the progress of her finger. When she finally reached the end of the clothing article, Jeanne looked back at him and placed the taunting finger on her bottom lip.

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“It’s been fun, love." 

Hopefully not. Yes, hopefully. No, definitely is better. Definitely never again. Yes. Did I just say “love”? It.. it was definitely just in reply to his “darling”! 

With that, she turned away and left to join a social circle with eligible young men. All the thief had to do now, certain the detective’s attention was on her, was to snare some unsuspecting young master with no honor. She’d knock him out, send him home in a taxi — the unconscious would wake up at home with a note saying she had stayed with him until a certain time but he’d not woken up (with the help of a sleeping pill) so she left. The time would cover the amount the heist needed. And with that, her alibi would be complete.

Taking a champagne from a passing waiter, she brought it up to her lips and pretended to listen to the conversation. Jeanne wouldn’t dare look back at the detective.

She was afraid she wouldn’t be able to look away this time.

Every movement, every word had been so carefully timed, so precisely executed, that Hakuba felt almost foolish as she left his side. She wasn’t a normal socialite; this was confirmed. She was a player, but not of the usual game; no, she played her part well, but she was too good at it.

Most women that he considered ‘conquests’ thought of themselves as femme fatales, despite having very little life experience beyond the marbled halls and limitless charge cards. There was a certain arrogance that they displayed that was almost charmingly naive, but Jeanne lacked this little nuance. As much as she tried to pull off the mysterious rich girl, that bit of chess playing set her apart. She was, in fact, the real deal, and very dangerous.

Which was likely why the young detective found himself standing in the moving crowd, staring after her, only just remembering to breathe. That kiss… those eyes… and those fingers trailing down his silk tie…

He managed a sigh before a hand clapped his shoulder, drawing his attention abruptly away from the stirring jealousy of seeing those others with the woman. Hakuba blinked once, then glanced at his employer, who made quick work of complimenting his style and grace, leading into the age-old question of – "Do you know who it is, yet?”

To this, Hakuba offered a slanted smile, head tilting just so. Confident, professional. He may have shown too much of himself to Jeanne in those moments of close musing, but he would not do the same with his client. 

“I have a list, sir; not to worry. You’ve stated that you have non-uniformed officers mixed in, correct? As long as we continue to monitor the entrances and exits as we have, and keep an eye out, I’m certain we’ll be able to draw the culprit out long before the painting is in jeopardy.”

The man, though he wore a smile that ached with concern, nodded with some relief. “I’ll leave it to you, then, tantei-san…”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Oh, incidentally, who was that girl you were dancing with? You two make a stunning pair.”

Hakuba quirked a brow at that, smirking. “Ah, you think so? Unfortunately, I didn’t quite catch her name…” A lie, to be certain. But he didn’t need to know that. “Quite the fascinating woman, though. I may have to ask her out at this rate – after the event, of course.”

“Of course.” The man wasn’t convinced, but he could hardly expect anything else from a teenager. “Just make sure that the painting is safe.”

“Even if I have to attach myself to it, sir.”

“Excellent.”

Once he was gone, Hakuba set about patrolling again, back to work. Mostly looking for the mysterious woman, but also building profiles on the other guests though, really, none were nearly as interesting. This was going to be a very long night.