“To do what, tantei-san? Are you hinting that I shall return them after the heist?”
“I believe that is your modus operandi, Kaitou-san… please don’t keep my effects after the fact.”
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Carefully lifting an eyebrow he eyed the detective over and then leaned forward. “As much as I don’t mind playing with handcuffs and ties, tantei-san. I don’t plan on getting railed off to prison afterwards.”
“I’ll leave my handcuffs and ties in your possession, how about that~?”
“How can you have sex during my heists! Scandalizing! I feel used!”
“…well, you could always participate, Kaitou-san… that was more or less the idea in the first place, after all.”
♀ “Good evening Mrs. Hakuba,” he tries in his best English, adding a little bow, but then switches back to Japanese. “Do you mind, if I asked what has gotten you interested in Japan to travel this far and find love on the other side of the world?”
“Oh my, you’re charming, aren’t you~? I’ve always thought that the Japanese way of life was so romantic, you know? Especially back before we had the internet and everything, I saw these movies and read these books and heard so much about it from one of my brothers, who went there once, and came back with so many wonderful little trinkets… I kept a Japanese lantern hunt in my bedroom for years and years, and promised myself that I’d go, some day.
"And, one day, when a terrible tsunami struck the coast of Tokyo, I found myself in a position to go along with the Red Cross on a relief mission. It was my first time there, and I barely spoke any of the language despite having taken courses at university, and it was while barking orders and moving sand bags that I met the young officer that would soon become my husband…
"I guess you could say that I’ve always been a tad obsessed with Japan. Living there was a lot different than I expected, though, and I’m glad to be home in England now… but I’ll never forget – or regret – the time I spent there.”
You know, before you came along I was always able to call myself tall! But I can’t compete with non Asian genes.
“Ah, don’t worry about it, Kuroba-kun! You’re still above average, you know!”
Catching Up With Fate
The emotions on Hakuba’s face were impressive. He hadn’t ever seen the detective going through so many. He hadn’t really seen him show much besides annoyance and surprise. But Kaito just let him, having feelings and expressing them was good.
The small voice answering him did show him though that he has clearly pushed the limit. Now it was time to hold back, before he would scare Hakuba away. So his answer was a simple smile. Then he carefully lowered his hands to the scar and started working it, very gentle at first.
“Stop fretting, Hakuba-san, close your eyes if you want to. You can worry again later.” He kept working gently, leaving out the most intense techniques and watching his patient’s face, so he could immediately lighten his touch again if he saw so much as a twitch. Then he kept his mouth shut for a few minutes and continued working calmly. About five minutes later he opened the bottle and put a few drops onto his fingertips and finally started stroking it into the skin, really just stroking now.“You know… you said that you’ll be moving back to Ekoda…” He gave a loopsided grin and looked almost a little embarassed. “I still live there, too. And I’ve got a car. I suppose if you ever need some help with boxes or anything. I could offer.” He was aware of the fact that not many citizen of Tokyo owned a vehicle, especially not those living close to the centre. “Just let me know.” Then he got up and wahsed his hands, before he took Hakubas trousers to put them into his hands. “You can get dressed again and if there are any questions, fire away.”
Hakuba did close his eyes when it was offered, and tried, desperately, to not let his thoughts get the best of him. His leg hurt, he was tired and embarrassed, and stressed beyond belief. But Kaito did seem to recognize all of this, and his touch was, admittedly very soothing. Gradually, he did relax, so by the time he left to wash his hands, the detective was a little surprised that it was over.
Even moreso that he’d just been offered help.
Flushed, Hakuba took his trousers back and nodded, carefully scooting to the edge of the table so that he could, indeed, get dressed again. “Thank you,” he said at first, voice quiet, sort of somber. Not depressed, really, but just not sure what to say. “If you’re really willing to help, that would be… well, that would be a great relief, really. I’m planning on hiring some movers, but I won’t be able to supervise them and Akira-kun very well."
What followed was a long and weary sigh. "Is it even a good idea to move back in with my father? God, I hated it there… but then there’d be enough room… people to look after him…"
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It had been a nice and quiet Saturday and Kaito had spent his day home, doing chores that needed doing and working a little on KID’s stuff in the basement. In the evening he had started watching TV and fell asleep somewhere towards the end of a late film. So when he heared knocking, he needed a moment to figure out that he had been sprawled out on the couch and not his bed. Judging by the darkness, though, safe from the flickering light of the TV, it was still night or very early morning…
The thief knew he hadn’t imagined the knocking, his sleep was very light and he was alert to everything not natural in his surrounding. Yawning he sat up and rubbed his face awake, finishing with a good ruffle through his hair before getting up and walking to the door soundlessly. He didn’t bother to turn on any lights, since he knew the way and the faint light from the TV was more than enough. It also gave him a better chance to see the other side of the door through the spy since it was only the street lights outside.
Surprised even more, when he realised who’s tall shape he saw, he opened the door. He was aware that he wore crinkly jogging trousers and a most likely just as much rumpled shirt. But seeing as it was the middle of the night, he judged it appropriate.“Hakuba-kun, everything allright?” For a short moment an icey shot of worry slipped down his spine, what if something happened to his mother? – But then… it would have been Nakamori or another official, not a privat investigator at his door. Behind his pokerface that had also slid in place, he relaxed a little again. Although, now he allowed a frown to show and observed the detective. “What’s the matter?”
“I beg your pardon for the intrusion, Kuroba-kun,” Hakuba began, breathless and harried. “There’s been a little mixup and… well, quite frankly, I need a place to stay for the night. I know we’re not exactly on good terms, but…"
The detective glanced back over his shoulder to the street, which was mostly dark, and shivered, turning back to Kaito after a few seconds. His clothing was dirty, both blood stained in sections and burnt in others. Rumpled. Torn here and there. Soot smeared his face, though it looked like he’d already tried to clean it up with a handkerchief.
”…Please, may I hide here? Just until Baaya calls for me.“
*offers tea and shortbreat for the right mood* Fingers crossed that you’ll reach your goal!
THANK yO U
I’m at 67 now… so… I mean, it’s possible, right?! 😀
No need to call me God, but thank you anyways, tantei-san!
And you’re welcome!
The little white piece, signed with a certain signature floats down to Hakuba. And with a little rumble Kaito gets out of the situation before anyone decides to look for him.
Hakuba turned the card over in his hands then sighed, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "…such a thing.“
“Aha, fortunately for me I have earplugs. Do tell when the song is over Hakuba-kun.”
//Mun however//
SWeET MOTHER OF MErcY M4kE IT STOP.
"Haibara-chan! Don’t leave me alone with him! This is your fault, you know!"
”♫̖͍͈̦̞̰̥̟͉̇̎͑͌͒̓͞͡E̯̠̬̘̗̬̰̼̗̐͂̈ͮ̒ͫV͓̜̭ͯ͊ę̥̹̟̰̩͔͒͐̾͒̌͗̀Ȓ̵̨̨̟ͭ͗̇́Y̵̨̲͓͙͐ͭ̒ͤ̎̃̄ ̼͇͚̮̲͇͕̈ͫt̨̧̨̪̣ͮ̊h̄͆ͪ҉̧̣̳̞̱̯î̌ͨͭ̿̋̋ͨ̈́͏̶̦͎̯̜̜͡r̤̗̘̜͔͛ͨ̇̾͂ͣͦͦ͗́t͊͗͋̓͛̏ͬͫ҉̵͈̞Y͐͗҉͕̞͓͍̹͠ ͈̩̝́mͮͫ̾̈́̿҉̩͎͡ỉ̷̦̻̤̘̬ͦͣ̈͘͠n̴ͣ̑͌̂̅̂̎̈́͏͇̯̰͜ư̸̡̘̱͖̖ͤ̋t͋̀̃̔ͧͥ͏͍̝̻̟̹̰͜e̦̬͈̼͎̠͐ͫͭͥͯ̀͜͠ṡ̰̝͌͊ͬ͒ͤ̓ ̻̯͚͉̬̞ͩ̀̔̄̅ͫ̑̕͢S̽ͦ͏̠̯͔̻̦͙̞̦̫O̗̤̘͂̌̅̑ͦ̀͠M̶̨̭̣̲̪͎̠̗̞͐͛̔ͪ̀͌͆ͣ͘Ę̧̜̩̜͓͓̆̈͡b̴̬̳̺͓̻̎͋̊͂͂̏Ö̧̖̪̞̞̖̫́́ͅD̶͓̞̎͑̀̔̕̕Y̯̘̞̳͕̩͚̲͋ͤ̆ ̡̯͐̈́̒D̙͕͎̫̘͔̠͎͖̄̌͌̓̏͐͜͢͡İͪ͌͑̐́͏͍̱I̶̽̈́̅ͤͮ̅͒ͫ̇͜҉̲͙̫I͑̇͊̑͐ͣ͒ͨ̒̕͏̢̹͎̲̩̱̝̞͇͈I̡̥͕̗̽̃ͩE̸̻̥ͬ̋ͨͯ̐͞S̃͏͔̫̝̲♪̸̛̭̥̲͙̈͂̇̀"
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Simpathetically lets two earplugs appear in Hakuba’s hands, while he keeps snickering in his hidden lurking spot.
“Oh thank god!
"You guys suck. It wasn’t that bad.”