“Ah, what am I to do with you boys…?”
“Joining me for dinner would be a nice start, I think… What do say, Koizumi-san~?”
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// I see a couple of love-stricken puppies over here…
“Can you really blame me, Koizumi-san~?”
It was nice to see someone with such manners, and she easily returned the smile.
“I know a lot about it and hate seeing how wrong a lot of people are about them.” She said shrugging. “Things people have done, like the witch hunts or other horrible things could of been easily avoided if people knew what it really was.”
It was close enough to the truth.
“I have done quite a bit of study, but it’s really hard figuring out fact from fiction sometimes.”
“Mm, you certainly have a point, there… Most people fear what they do not understand, as the saying goes, and it holds true. I may be a little wary of ghosts, but I honestly don’t think…” Hakuba shifted his gaze away for this, feeling a little silly with the admission that he was about to make.
“Well, I don’t think that I would do any harm to a ghost or other supernatural creature unless I knew for certain that there were no other way to deal with it. And in order for that to happen, they would have to be putting my life – or someone else’s – in legitimate and immediate danger. After all, living or dead or creature, they ought to have the same rights as any sentient being has, right…?”
The detective was blushing by this point, cheeks a rosy red while his ears had gone a delicate shade of pink.
“Those witch hunts, I mean really… the court systems were so corrupt, and I don’t think their methods were scientific at all when it came to determining if someone was a witch or not… and even then, did they have proof to suggest that being a witch was actually a bad thing? I once dated a witch. Other than using a love spell on me, breaking my heart, and then dumping me, she was a very lovely girl. I would be very upset if anyone were to try to burn her at the stake.”
Autumn Afternoons
She had learned awhile back that many people found it easier to communicate if they were performing some distracting task with their hands. It was sort of a comforting gesture in a way. She thought it was cute that Hakuba would resort to such a quirk in his nervous state. His anxiety was almost tangible, in fact, thick and heavy in the air as if drawing the breath out of him and making him silent.
When he finally found the words to speak they were hurried and messy as if he had choked on them on the way out. What kind of question was that anyway? She raised an eyebrow at him and continued scribbling away at her work.
“Just fine. Thank you so much for asking. I have found that simply getting it over with is the best method for completing school work.” If he was going to ask such shallow questions then she was determined to provide him with equally shallow responses.
Eventually one of them would grow tired of it.
“That’s a fair strategy, yes… it seems to work quite well."
Would things ever stop being so awkward between them? Or between himself and, really, any number of people? Hakuba glanced over to her, feeling a sort of twinge in pain at the degrees of separation that they now had. He pursed his lips, considering.
"Koizumi-sa… Koizumi,” he sighed, turning his head away in defeat. He was tired of it, and as much as he longed to cling to his resolve, it was far too difficult to keep up the pretense of indifference with someone he still had feelings for. Not that he could admit that to anyone but himself, but he knew it at his core. It was pointless to try to say otherwise.
“What are we going to do?” He left the question open, vague, hoping that she could supply the meaning that he was attempting, and failing, to convey.
“I wanted to find something that would match the gift I got you last year. And I remembered that I made sure to get the blue instead of the red. Now you have something specifically designed to match the shoes.
"Happy Birthday.”
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“Thank you, Koizumi-san… I’m so very grateful to have your friendship.”
Autumn Afternoons
“Not at all. Please,” she answered, gently patting the space to her left and sliding her bag out of the way. She carried it mostly because it was cute, but it was actually rather handy for holding her pencils. Much easier than explaining how she carried all of her items without a backpack. People had grown far too nosy for their own good.
In actuality, Hakuba had surprised her by being the first to initiate contact after their little… squabble. He was generally just as stubborn as she though perhaps he was changing in more ways than she had anticipated. She kind of liked the idea of that. It made it easier on her.
The detective nodded his thanks, then settled down next to her. Well, he was careful to leave at least fifteen inches between them, but that was close enough. Shifting his schoolbag into his lap, he kept his eyes on the contents while he rummaged, which made it easier for him to speak.
Only he couldn’t think of what to say.
What could he say to her? Why had he thought it a good idea to approach her in the first place? Finally on decent terms, with at least a couple of pleasant interactions between them since their last fight… why was he daring to meddle with that?
“Are your studies going well?” The question, blurted out, was as generic and unsatisfying as it could possibly be – with the exception of discussing the weather, perhaps, but with a witch as the conversation partner even that might have been interesting.
Autumn Afternoons
She watched each measured step he made toward her, taking in his guarded posture with a small smile. Well aware that they were both sharing shaky ground, Akako simply allowed him to come closer without even so much as a warning. If she ever wanted to earn his trust back she needed to be willing to give up some of her own personal comforts.
Not that she really minded his company.
“Good afternoon, Hakuba-kun.” A reply to match the formal tone he had set with his own greeting. Showing her pushy nature would surely be received badly so she would need to follow his lead. He always did like to lead. In fact, he was one of very few people she had ever given that little liberty to. Akako was definitely not known to possess a passive nature but sometimes it was well worth it to pretend.
The detective came to a stop a yard or so away, gaze turned outward instead of toward Akako. Slipping his free hand into a trouser pocket, he attempted an air of casual calm, lips pursing in thought. He’d had something planned to say earlier, but it sort of… left him as he made his approach. Ah, what to say, then? She was being police, yes. Friendly, even. And, it seemed as though things from their last discussion had, in fact, stuck. It should be safe.
“A lovely day autumn day, isn’t it? I’m not certain if you wanted company or not, but… would you mind if I sat with you for a while?"
Autumn Afternoons
The air was growing colder and the nights were growing longer and Akako was enjoying every minute of it. She much preferred the cold since it was easier to add more layers and they looked cute to boot.
So to her it was the perfect day to spend outside, enjoying the weather and admiring nature. Regardless of what people thought, Akako greatly enjoyed being out in the open and not cooped up in a little room in her mansion. And by people, she meant Kaito. But it didn’t much matter to her. Akako was much too busy trying to find a spot to work on her homework in peace.
It wouldn’t take long and she was thankful that she had sent Igor on a few errands so that she could avoid his constant need for chatter. How aggravating and tedious the lesser demon had become as of late. And how aggravating and tedious her classes were becoming. Thankfully school was over and done with for that day.
But just as she was settling in to start working, she noticed the distinct sound of shoes on fallen leaves. Most people would simply leave her to her own devices so who would be inching closer?
None other than that foreign detective who once shared closer circles with the girl. A few months ago, this might not have been an unusual occurrence at all. Hakuba nodded to her, small, but hesitant, smile on his face. Each step was deliberate, yet somehow timid; gaze focused to analyze and gaze Akako’s reactions.
If she seemed amicable enough, he’d continue toward her, reaching up to adjust the burgundy scarf around his neck, shifting his school bag under his other arm.
“Good afternoon, Koizumi-san,” Hakuba said, then winced at the over-formality of his greeting. But, honestly, he wasn’t sure what was appropriate at this juncture. At least he was being cordial for once.
NIGHTMARE: You’re shopping at the mall on a normal day. You get thirsty and go to the local cafe for a coffee and after you order, you notice that Koizumi Akako is sitting there and… shit. She noticed you.
Hakuba woke up in a panic, hand reaching desperately for his cellphone which was somewhere on the surface of his nightstand. In he process, he knocked over his alarm clock (which he could have used to check the time with) and his lamp. Finally finding said cell phone, however, he checked the time and gave himself a moment to catch his breath.
“AGAIN? NO. I need to stop having this nightmare so often… Koizumi-san and I have more or less reconciled and are now "friends” as far as I can tell, so this dream should… stop! STOP!“
“If you would consider it.”
“I think so, so long as you leave the magic out of it this time.”