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Lost Keys || osakandetectivehattori

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Hattori thought everything was fine, until Hakuba started to thrash, claw and push. He had to lean forward to stop the blond from falling off his back and into another car. He cursed and let go, moving to pin the other against his own car and looked him dead in the eye. That was when he noticed they were dilated and he cursed a second time; he was drugged. He chewed on his bottom lip, keeping him pinned so he couldn’t hurt himself or Hattori.

“Hakuba listen!” He gently shook the other. “Ya have been drugged, if ya try an’ drive ya will likely ge’ us both killed!” He tried to reason with him. “Who ever drugged ya is on their way. Ya can’ run like this, so imma carry ya, okay? I will come back fer yere key’s, bu’ ya need ta calm down an’ le’ me help ya!”

The blond detective froze when he was pinned against the car, for a moment disoriented and shocked. That scent was so familiar. That voice. He knew it. Hakuba shook his head. Of course he knew it– it was Hattori Heiji, his rival and colleague. He took in a deep breath, chest heaving against the other, and looked away, scanning the dimly lit street with panic. 

“Doesn’t matter if we run,” Hakuba said, voice and body shaking. “I need the keys. You don’t understand… I need the keys… and the… the sample…”  He struggled against Hattori again, trying to get into his pockets – but of course he’d emptied those all out onto the concrete just minutes ago. “Where… where is everything? Where did it go? Where was it taken? Hattori, you don’t understand!" 

It was the fear that motivated him primarily, but not so much that of having lost the keys, the drug dealers that were after him, or even the Osakan that had filled him with anxiety on more than one occasion… it was the fact that he couldn’t keep a grip on his mind that really terrified him. There were the lights, everything kept moving, and he had to fight. He had to. Sneering, he tried to push Hattori away, using the rental car as leverage, throwing every bit of weight that he had into it. 

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Lost Keys || osakandetectivehattori

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Hattori blinked as he watched the blonde push himself up and look around. He then quickly grabbed for him, trying to help him to his feet, eyes glancing on reflex around the area, but they seemed to be alone, so why Hakuba was acting like he was; he had no idea. He rolled his eyes at the string of curses and placed a hand on his hip.

“Yere father wasn’t home, an’ I was told ta either bring this ta him or ya.” Hattori answered, glancing around again, a bad feeling making him a bit nervous. “So I was lookin’ all over town fer ya.”

He turned his attention back to the half-Brit and frowned a little. Something wasn’t right, he was sweaty, his hair sticking to him, and he seemed rather out of it. He opened his mouth to ask just what that was, when he was held onto and he slid an arm around the other teen’s waist to keep him from hitting the floor again. There definitely was something wrong with him, but he was speaking again.

Key’s?

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Hattori knew how to drive a motorcycle, rather well in fact, they were easy; like bigger bikes. Cars on the other hand; he had no clue. There was no way he was letting Hakuba drive, not like this. He could attempt to drive, but that would most likely end with an accident, or Hakuba yelling at him again. No, driving was not on the menu, which mean that the keys were futile.

He really wished he had his baby here.

He looked around once more, cautious, before shoving the folders into Hakuba’s hands with a quiet “hold these” before he moved so his back was to him. It would be easier to dash this way in case someone did come, which he was starting to think they would, then if he carried him bridal style. He bent down and pushed backwards, wrapping his arms around the back of his knees and then lifted him up.

“Yere no’ drivin’ like this, an’ I can’t drive cars so we’re gunna have ta do it this way. I’ll come back fer yere car later.”

The blond detective was surprised, to say the least, when he was lifted into Hattori’s arms, world suddenly spinning out from underneath him. “Wh-what?! What the hell?!” Hakuba gasped, arms reaching instinctively for the Osakan’s neck to hold on, eyes wide and clearly too dilated to be normal. 

The reason for that was likely also the reason why, two seconds later, Hakuba began to thrash to get out of his grip, and none too gently. Violently, in fact. Clawing, pushing, anything that he could do to wriggle free of Hattori’s grasp in an attempt to get back to his feet.

“LET ME GO! I NEED MY KEYS, DAMMIT! LET ME GO!”

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Lost Keys || osakandetectivehattori

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Hakuba was nearly unconscious by the time he got to his car. The world shifted around him, twisting the pavement beneath his feet. Still, somehow, he found the study metal frame of the rental car and pressed against it, breaths ragged. The young detective steadied himself, then reached into his pocket for the keys which… were not there. Frantic, he overturned each of his pockets, scattering their contents to the ground. 

Cell phone, pocket watch, wallet, loose change, half-empty pack of cigarettes, lighter, another pocket watch, handkerchief, pen, detective notebook, and a mint tin found themselves scattered at his feet. Still no keys. Hakuba tried the handle of the car in desperation but, being locked, didn’t budge. He coughed, pulling back to try breaking the window in, which only left him with a sore elbow and a frustrated sigh.

The others were still after him. He had his sample; he needed to get out of there and the keys had to be recovered. The particular key ring that had been lost would grant access to not only the car, but also the house, his gym locker, filing cabinet drawers, bedroom, safety deposit box, and so on. This wouldn’t do…

But even as he leaned back against the car, he was having trouble thinking clearly. Something about the lack of sleep, the mysterious strain he’d tested, and the blood loss made it difficulty for him to stand much longer, too. His vision blurred, the world tilted sideways and Hakuba found himself face first against the ground. He wasn’t sure who’d turned out the stars, but everything was getting dark.

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When Hattori got home he and his father were going to sit down and have a long conversation about ‘little errands’. Little errands did not mean flying to Tokyo. Little errands did not involve tracking down a stupid, stuck up annoying detective who should have been home, but wasn’t. Little errands did not mean walking all over the place – he missed his baby – and getting lost… sort of…

Apparently something was to be delivered to Superintendent General Hakuba. His father had been asked to do it, but the case that he was working on – and Hattori in secret – was keeping him busy. Instead of sending a lower ranked officer, he had dumped the task on Hattori, saying something about wanting him to “learn a little something from Hakuba”.

The hell could he learn from that arrogant ass?

Okay, maybe he was just in a really bad mood, but his feet were sore. He was tired, lost – not actually lost, he was never lost – and he just wanted to crawl into bed already. But no one knew where Superintendent General Hakuba was, and Hakuba himself wasn’t at home where he should have been.

So now Hattori was looking all over town for him.

Hattori was about to give up and just leave the files with the police station – if he could find it again – when low and behold, there was Hakuba.

Hattori had opened his mouth to call for the half-brit, but something in his gut stopped him. There was something wrong with the way Hakuba was acting. The way his body swayed, and the panicked look on his face. His feet started to move before his brain could catch up with his movements. It was then that he noticed Hakuba slipping.

He reached Hakuba a few moments after he hit the ground. Hattori dropped to his knees and gently shook the detective. 

“Oi, Hakuba!” Hattori whispered in a demanding tone. “Hakuba!”

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The voice startled Hakuba awake and he gasped, head turning quickly to take in his surroundings. The rental car. The blood. The items scattered on the ground…  He pushed himself up onto his hip, grimacing, then turned his attention to Hattori, taking just a moment to breathe before he reached for his shoulder.

“Hattori!” He hissed, then gathered himself under his feet, taking any assistance if offered. “What in the bloody hell are you doing here?!" 

Hakuba bit off a string of curses that ultimately came out under his breath as he struggled, back against the car, to get back to standing. He had to get the evidence to safety, had to get out of the area before they caught up, and he desperately needed his keys. 

But there really was something wrong with the half-brit. Something in his eyes, and the sweat that gathered that made his bangs curl and cling to his forehead. He gasped at the air, using the other teenager to steady himself, then stumbled, pitching forward into Hattori. "The keys. Help me find my keys. Please." 

It was a desperate plea from a ragged voice, and the blond detective huffed loudly, then shook his head. Too many lights. Too many floating lights. 

"The keys… I need… I need my keys."