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Hattori didn’t say anything, he had removed his hands from Hakuba, face still towards the ground. He needed to leave, he needed to leave right now. That was what his mind was screaming at him. He abruptly turned away from Hakuba, refusing to look at  the detective.

“Yeah, wha’ever, s’fine.” His words had a harsh tone to them, he didn’t mean for them to be so biting, or maybe he did. Maybe he wanted his words to hurt. “Jus’… nevermind.” And he walked away, well, actually, he ran away, his feet moving him as fast as possible. He even left his motorcycle behind, He just needed to get as far away from Hakuba, as fast as he could.

Hurt they did. More than Hakuba had expected that they might. Each one echoed in his head as he watched the Osakan retreat, digging into the emotional pain like razor-bladed cookie cutters on skin. It took several more moments before he was able to move from his spot, limbs stiff and heavy from the weight that had settled on him. 

Rejection from Hattori was something that he had become somewhat accustomed to; it certainly wasn’t anything unusual, though it stung nonetheless. Was it the surfacing memories of the days when he’d foolishly thought that he could handle a relationship only to find out that it had all been a setup in the first place. He’d been used. 

It all came flooding back to his mind far more quickly than he could adequately deal with at once. Hakuba stepped back against the brick wall of the alley and attempted to clear his thoughts. 

Ah. It was betrayal. Although he felt many things at that moment, betrayal was at the tip-top of the list. There was only one person that Hakuba knew off of the top of his head that could do something like this… that would do something like this, and he wasn’t pleased about it. 

He’d have to deal with Hattori at some point, but for now, he wanted answers. After all, what better way to deal with strong and potentially negative emotions than to bury them down deep, deep under layer upon layer of controlled anger and denial? Seeing Hattori look so wounded only added fuel to the fire. 

How dare she…

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Hakuba was a really good kisser.

Hattori’s mind went in circles again, the poor hamster was starting to run out of energy. For a few moment’s he’d forgotten just why he had been protesting. The feel of Hakuba’s lips against his was nice. Part of him just wanted to close his eyes and let this continue, let what ever was happening just happen. There was no real reason he should be fighting this…

It was when Hakuba pulled back and laced their fingers together that Hattori pulled his arms up, his hands trying to shake free of Hakuba’s as he pushed at his chest, head tilted downwards, not facing the detective.

“Stop.” It was clear and definitive. “Jus’ stop.” He didn’t want this. Not like this, not when his brain had finally remembered the letter, the dove, everything; this was a spell. He pushed a little harder at Hakuba’s shoulders, pushing him farther away from himself and yanking his hands back. “Ya dun really want this, so jus’ stop.”

It was sudden. The physical force that pushed him back was met with no resistance; Hakuba blinked again, eyes widening as he took the figure of Heiji, and his present state, into mind. Fresh perspective on the situation melded with hind-sight, splicing the two arrays of information into one compilation that slowly settled into place.

While his mind worked on sorting that out, the blonde detective was left stunned. Hattori’s words left an impression, and he was just comprehending them when he was pushed again, stumbling back toward the wall. He managed to keep his footing, but found himself simply staring at the other teen, mouth open in surprise. Not gaping, but shocked nonetheless in that reserved, subtle way that he expressed most of his emotions. 

“Ah… Hattori-kun…”  

The spell. He grimaced. That was what the familiar ache was. Hakuba inhaled sharply, then shook his head, struggling, briefly, to maintain his composure. Of course it was a love spell. Just like before… 

“My apologies. I… I clearly haven’t been myself today. I hope I haven’t offended you. Please forgive my… inappropriate conduct. I didn’t mean to… hurt you, Hattori-kun. I’m sorry." 

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Hattori just kind of gaped at Hakuba. He knew that Pardonnez-Moi meant pardon me, and well, that was about it. His mind was running a mile a minuet, trying to understand just what he had been saying. And now, now Hakuba was asking him a question, and… and he just called him Heiji. Hattori’s brain kind of stopped working for a moment there.

“Wha’? Do wha’?” He stuttered out. Maybe, maybe Hakuba was apologizing and saying sorry? Maybe he was asking if he wanted him to stop? “Uh, yeah?” Hattori blinked a few times, wondering if he’d made a mistake.

There was a certain degree of disconnect between the original intent, the interpretation, and the overall understanding of the situation. Yet, none of this seemed to matter to Hakuba, who tilted his head in the other direction, wasting no further time before leaning in to kiss the other detective on the mouth again.

It would be one thing it were a quick and simple kiss, but no. No, this kiss came with another tilt of his head, eyes sliding closed to focus as he pressed, lips moving to caress and tug, Hands moved from his shoulders down to his arms, and only pulled back when his own hands had found Heiji’s. 

He opened his eyes again to gaze longingly into the eyes of the Osakan, then hesitated. For a brief moment, his fingers curled, reflexively lacing them together. 

Wait.. … what is…? 

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That sounded a little more like Hakuba, at least the complaining at him thing. Maybe he’d just been over-thinking things? No, he hadn’t. Hakuba would never have acted the way he had in that restaurant. This was not the Hakuba he knew and loved, or um, yeah… right.

“Ya jus’ kissed me in a restaurant full of people!” Hattori countered. “Wha’ ‘bout yere dad, yere reputation, wha’ if tha’ gets around?” Hattori ran a hand through his hair, staring at Hakuba, trying to gauge if he was making any sense. “Can ya forget ‘bout yere suit fer one secon-”

“Why are ya starin’ at me like tha’…”

“Why?” Hakuba repeated the question, head tilting at an angle to elongate his neck as he approached, one step, then another, bringing him quite close to the other detective.

“I’m simply fascinated by you. Listening to you, being concerned about my reputation and the relationship between myself and my father. If I didn’t know any better, you might actually care about what happens to me…" 

It wasn’t so much teasing in a malicious way as it was a thoughtful, appreciative glaze. His words came with a low sort of hum to them; an undertone of predatory fixation. He lifted a hand to the collar of Heiji’s shirt, then the other, carefully straightening out the line of it. Close. Intimate. 

"But, really, Hattori… you needn’t worry too awfully much about that. Not at the moment, anyway. After all, I am a foreigner, and I’m certain that the Japanese would have a difficult time telling a half-brit from a frenchman, non? Bonjour, mon ami~” Hakuba chuckled, leaning in to kiss Heiji’s cheek on one side, then the other.

“I’m simply saying hello.” 

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Hakuba had kissed him.

Hakuba had kissed him on the lips.

Hakuba had kissed him on the lips, in the middle of a restaurant.

Hakuba had kissed him on the lips, in the middle of a restaurant in front of a lot of people.

Hakuba had-

Hattori’s head fell forward and smacked, quite hard, against the table. His mind was spinning, and he was starting to get a little dizzy. His face was as red as a firetruck, and he couldn’t seem to concentrate. He didn’t understand what was happening. First Hakuba had held his hand, and complimented him, and now he was kissing him.

In public.

Hattori let out a loud whine and let his head collide with the table a few more times.

Meanwhile and a few moments later, Hakuba regarded himself in the mirror while he washed his hands. What was it that had changed? He dried his hands off, then ran fingers through his hair, making sure that everything was carefully in place. Yes; he still looked quite fine. Very appropriate for being out and about. The little display at the table had been unconventional for their location, but not too awfully obvious. It would be fine and forgotten soon enough by the locals. 

Odd that he felt that sort of… tugging at the back of his head, though; that normally meant that he was forgetting something. And why was this all so familiar, really? He checked his pocket watch, then phone, while he attempted to sort out his thoughts. Still, nothing came to him. 

Nothing, that is, except for the constant pressure to go back out and rejoin his Osakan counterpart. Yes, he’d been away for far too long. 

With a nod to himself, he cracked a charming smile and slipped back out into the restaurant, heading back to the table without further delay. Fortunate he was in timing, too, as the server had beaten him there, and was in the process of setting the food down. 

“Uh… are you okay?” she asked, wondering if doing so had been such a good idea. 

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Hattori was mentally kicking himself in the face. Even though that wouldn’t technically be possible, he could do what ever the hell he wanted to do in his mind. He was acting like a bumbling love-sick teenage girl. He needed to take a deep breath, collect himself, and start being witty again, or at least stop acting like a fool.

Right, food. He had to order food. Hakuba was giving him signals, that he was supposed to talk.

“A-ah, right, um.” Hattori swallowed and closed his eyes, taking that deep breath, calming himself – his voice may have been a bit higher then normal. “I’ll have tha Tokyo iekei style Ramen.” Hattori answered, pulling his hand from table where it had stayed even after Hakuba had let go. 

“I’ll get that going right away~”

The server wasn’t sure what was going on between those two, but they weren’t exactly keen to stay and figure it out. Awkward business men, seriously. Shaking her head, she slipped into the back to get the order up. 

Meanwhile, Hakuba turned his head to watch said staff member leave before looking back to Hattori, eyes bright, cheerful. “A good choice,” he said, giving a little sigh. If he’d been an outside observer, he’d have noticed several odd… behaviors that had developed in the last few moments and become very nervous. As it was, he had no idea that anything was different at all. 

He put his hands on the table and carefully pushed back and out from the table, getting to his feet. Hakuba put on an apologetic smile and closed the distance between them, coming to Heiji’s side of the table, getting close to speak, voice low. 

“Hattori, if you’ll excuse me just a moment; I need to use the restroom. I hope you don’t mind too much.” Then, once he was certain that Heiji was looking at him, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he leaned in and pressed a kiss onto his lips. “All right~?”

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“Y-Yere welcome.” Hattori answered, eyes purposely not looking at the hands that held his, because what was going on. Why was Hakuba holding his hand, why was he being so, so… unformal. He’d never seen Hakuba act like this before, reaching out to teach others in an intimate way like this.

“A-Ah, yeah… right…” Hattori swallowed, feeling Hakuba’s hand leave his. Part of his was glad, because his brain could think again, and part of him was sad because he missed the warmth.

“Waiter!” Hattori called out, probably a bit too loud.

A little too loudly, indeed. Hakuba cocked his head in the other direction, looking Heiji over again with a sort of quizzical smirk. Had his actions really been that different? Had the little bit of warmth he’d shown genuinely had that strong of an effect? Interesting, to say the least. 

Regardless, the server came shortly afterward to take their orders, smile pleasant, voice chipper. “What can we make for you today?”

“Nabeyaki udon, please.”

It was a risk, getting something that he genuinely enjoyed, but the mood had changed so much that Hakuba felt that it could be worth it. He turned to Heiji afterward, wetting his lips with his tongue before he nodded for him to go ahead. Although both his and the server’s attention were focused squarely on the other detective, only one of them was concerned about the menu.