Kaitou KID heists were notorious for things like skinned palms and bruised knees, but Hakuba was used to that. True, he’d developed quite the interesting case of climacophobia over time, but it usually wasn’t anything terribly crippling — at least, he refused to let it be in defense of his pride. But even with that, it had never really stopped him from chasing the thief before. Detective was a dangerous job; injury came with the territory.
They’d been running hard, up several flights of stairs, down hallways, over obstacles, and Hakuba had been impressed, as always, with the little detective’s tenacity and speed. One too many nasty tricks from the thief, though, and the debris was just too much to navigate.
At least, that’s what Hakuba imagined had happened, because one moment he was watching that flash of white cape, and the next, he had Conan crashing right into him just as he’d made it to the top of the staircase. Down they went until they were a collective Sherlockian heap at the bottom of the stairwell, groaning.
The first thing that came to Hakuba’s mind was to get up and keep after KID, but all of those thoughts ceased immediately when he heard the boy utter the tiniest little ‘itte’ under his breath. “C-Conan-kun?”
Suddenly, thief forgotten, Hakuba righted them both and searched the boy for injuries, frantic. The scrapes weren’t bad, but they still tore at him, and he coddled Conan against his will, taking him from the heist, kicking very loudly complaining, to the bathroom to clean him up.
“It’s all right, it’s all right! Let KID go, we’ll get him next time! God, don’t scare me like that, though, you could have been very seriously hurt!” Which he was very well aware of, given that he could feel the bruises forming over himself already.
Sagittarius: IS ANYONE awake Virgo: *glares* yes, thanks alot. Libra: SHH I need at least 10 hours of my beauty sleep Aquarius: what is the meaning of life Capricorn: dude shut up Cancer: you guys please be quiet my mom’s gonna hear us Pisces: turn the lights on. I can’t find Gemini! Gemini: I am under the bed. Leo: What the actual f- Aries: that sounds fun! *gets under the bed* Taurus: okay but can we go back to sleep? Scorpio (outside, peeping through the window): be silent.
Not far away from the door stood a silver Aston Martin DB5 and the person having knocked was clad in a black leather shoes, a black suit with an off white shirt and a blue tie, he had light skin and blue eyes were hidden behind a pair of small, silver rimmed glasses. The only thing that never seemed to change about Kaito was his wild mess of dark brown hair. Otherwise he gave off an air of serene professionalism.
“Sir,” he started off in a well-practiced British accent, as soon as the door opened, “I am afraid that Q is not available as of this week, so I have taken the liberty of preparing your car. May I introduce myself?” He took to a quick bow, although not in the distinctly Japanese fashion. “I’m generally referred to as K. And please, I’d appreciate if there aren’t any remarks of kid towards me, I am older than I look.” A very, very quick smirk crossed his face before he looked perfectly composed again.
“As I began with, I took the liberty to add a few advantages to your current car. And if you would be willing, we can go and put them to a test. I assume you have a suit ready as well, because it has been arranged that we stop on our way to pick up your new assignment.” He looked at him as if this setting was perfectly normal and perfectly real. Then again… it really gave it an odd sense of realism because this actually was a rather large mansion with some British influences. The only thing missing now was a Bondgirl peeking around the door, clad in sinfully thin silk robes.
Oh, this was going to be such a fun day, without the stupid generic chocolate and roses, he would have felt awkward for doing that – he’d never taken to it, forgot about it and wondered why he suddenly got chocolate presents and… no. This however… was his way of celebrating Valentine’s at least this year.
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To say that Hakuba had been expecting it was a bit of an overstatement, though he really hadn’t foreseen all of the elaborate planning that had gone into it. Though, as he followed Kaito with a somewhat startled expression, he quickly began to realize that there was no way of knowing just how much of what he’d said was real at all; Kaito was good with acting, especially improv, and flights of fantasy were nothing new for the supposedly-not-a-thief.
All the detective could really do was shrug at first, deciding to trust him and go along with whatever was planned or imagined. Fortunately, Hakuba wasn’t that bad at coming up with material on the fly, either.
“Oh, I believe that I have something set aside, yes…” he responded casually, slipping into the act as he reached inside is suit jacket and pulled out a pair of dark shade sunglasses. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, K…” he said, slipping the glasses into place, small grin turning into a charmingly smug smirk.
“You may refer to me as Bond. Saguru James Hakuba Bond."
