notallcatsaregood:

The thief kept moving, ears perked for any sign of movement from the neighboring rooms as he scanned the area. Hm. Looked like he’d entered one of the guest rooms. Clean. Tidy. Barely used, from what he could tell. And no valuables anywhere in sight.

Well. That was fine. He had the rest of the place to check out, after all, and plenty of time to do so.

Grin stretching wider as the familiar excitement of sneaking through someone’s home and trying not to get caught washed through him, he silently pushed the door open and peered out into the hall – only to freeze, body going perfectly still as his gaze locked onto one of the residents’ moving form.

Perhaps he’d been wrong.

It seemed not everyone was asleep, after all.

Unlike the other detectives in his circle, Hakuba did not possess some unearthly talent that allowed him to be ten or fifteen steps ahead of whatever perpetrator he happened to come across. However, as paranoid as he often was, he did have the sense to listen to his investigator’s instinct when something felt… off. 

Hakuba tilted his head, noting the vague shape of the side of the door in the dark. He slowed to a stop and studied it.  All doors were shut as part of the nightly rounds, yet this had been opened.  Its surface was not flat with the others and thus, was wrong. Someone had been about, and in one of the guest rooms, no less. 

The detective sighed. He had no weapons on him, no means of defense. The baseball bat was by the front door. The crowbar in his room. His gun in the lockbox under the window seat. Everything else was ornamental or hidden in the very secure bedroom of his father. 

“If you’re here,” he said quietly. “and not my special guest, I’m going to ask you, politely, to leave. There’s nothing here worth stealing, and if the breach alarm is tripped, it’ll bring the whole police force here startlingly fast." 

Then he waited, listening. Wondering, in the back of his mind, if he was yet again speaking to no one. It was an occurrence that happened more often than he’d like to admit. 

notallcatsaregood:

Sylwen grinned, slyly, pulling the window open and silently slipping inside with a grace and swiftness not unlike an actual cat. It was quiet and dark and he imagined everyone had to be asleep by now. Which meant it was the perfect time for him to move.

He walked with soft, light steps through the room, goggles over blue eyes and set on nightvision, giving him a perfect view of the area. Rich, definitely. As if the yard and outside of the house alone hadn’t been enough of a clue.

Perfect.

Ah, unfortunately for the slinky cat burglar, another perfectionist stalked the halls and rooms in the darkness. Although he should have been sleeping, Hakuba Saguru was not well-known for his adequate efforts for shut-eye. Without shoes, the detective’s socked feet made little sound as he moved. Not that he was actually looking for anything in particular that night; his patrol was more of anxious habit than anything, and he focused on the silence only in hopes of drowning his thoughts out. 

Without night vision goggles of his own, though, it was only a matter of time before he would run into something – or someone – whether they were aware of it or not.