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Hakuba/ Akai Shuuichi (okiya-subaru mun)

Mun’s Theories:

who cooks normally?: Oooh, they’d totally have to share the responsibility. Okiya is a wonderful cook, as is Hakuba. In fact, I imagine that they sometimes spend entire weekends doing nothing but cooking and baking things and then giving them to everyone they know because they’ve made too much but oh wasn’t it fun? I imagine they have a flat screen in the kitchen for watching all of Gordon Ramsay’s shows while they do it, too. 

how often do they fight?: Nothing but tender bickering and teasing. It’s very low-key. 

what do they do when they’re away from each other?: Investigate things. Interrogations. I can see them being the type to really just… want to be around each other even for things like going to the bookstore. ‘Oh, look at this interesting thing, I never noticed that before.’ ‘Here is some trivia about this thing.’ ‘Fascinating!’ 

nicknames for each other?: ’Sensei’ for Okiya, ‘Kohai’ for Hakuba. Wow that’s awkward. Nono let’s fix this. Hmmm. What about… hmm… … … well, idk. They’re both srs business so whatever. We’re lucky they have sensei and kohai. 

who is more likely to pay for dinner?: …I betcha they go dutch except on special occasions. Too independent to let the other pay for them.

who steals the covers at night?: Hakuba, since he curls up next to/behind Okiya and bunches up the blankets in the process. 

what would they get each other for gifts?: Books, cooking supplies, vacations.

who remembers things?: They both do and are meticulous about updating their paper and electronic calculators and schedules. So organized! 

who cusses more?: Hakuba. At least out loud. 

what would they do if the other one was hurt?: Quietly/calmly administer medical aid with generic, reassuring comments. They’d keep careful watch on each other to make sure things were healing but otherwise not fuss too much. 

who kissed who first?: HMMM…. I’m gonna say it was Okiya on this one. Perhaps after a particularly difficult depression sink for Hakuba, with Okiya trying to cheer him up and then oops. 

who made the first move?: Hakuba, when drunk. “Kohai, what are you-“ 

who started the relationship?: Okiya felt guilty for “taking advantage” of his kohai (who was definitely the guilty party here) and tried to make it right/honest by asking him out. YEP. 

Hakuba’s Thoughts: 

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“Ah, mun, my sensei is older than I am and I’m fairly certain that he’s not interested in me… I mean, not that he’s unattractive – he’s a very handsome fellow and very smart and kind. But he’s my sensei. Though, now that I think about it, I do recall him filling out a meme in which he said that he preferred to marry me out of the list of people mentioned… because I needed looking after? That was sweet, I think, if not a little patronizing, but ah… … … …. … … Ah.”

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A Tale of Rifles and Silver Bullets

okiya-subaru:

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Drinking tea again? Goodness, this boy was British. “…It’s best to keep calling me Subaru. Anyway, there was a reason why we initially came to Japan. We were hunting for an operative that goes by the name of Vermouth. She did quite a bit in the US and headed off to Japan.

“We got clearance to work within the country to track her down and bring her back to be tried in the US. Unfortunately, she’s eluded our grasp at every turn. She’s a cunning one, though I did manage to deal with her lackey, Calvados. Broke his legs, but he killed himself to avoid being captured… That’s a recurring motif with the Black Organization. Everyone in it, when they know that they’re going to be captured and cannot weasel their way out, commits suicide.”

He could go into details about why that was the case, but he figured he shouldn’t overload his student’s brain even more just yet. [Namely a mixture of a cult-like brainwashing practice and terrifying people about the consequences of snitching to the police, federal agents, and so forth.]

“Anyway, though the FBI are still in Japan to deal with the Black Organization, I am not sure about if they have any other agents as their targets. I don’t have access to that sort of information and, though Kudou may hear a bit more, I doubt they’d just tell him, unless he explained everything to them, which is something he’d almost never do.”

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The detective paused momentarily at the mention of ‘Vermouth,’ eyes narrowing ever so slightly before he continued to sip his tea. When it was finished, he leaned forward to set the cup on the table, then leaned back to continue soaking in every detail dispensed by his bat sensei. This he did while forcing himself to avoid the temptation of making playful references to him truly being the night and so on. It was difficult, but he managed. 

In the end, he nodded, lips pressed into a thin, thoughtful line. 

"I must admit that I’m incredibly curious about this ‘Vermouth’ that you speak of, as well as the other intricacies of your work with the FBI… however, before I ask for more details about that, I do need to ask. Do you prefer your blood from the hospital or black market?" 

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A Tale of Rifles and Silver Bullets

okiya-subaru:

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“I am not sure about what KID knows, but I doubt Kudou would have told him anything in detail and I didn’t get much of a chance to talk to him. Then there’s Shiho… She was originally a member of the Black Organization, a scientist. I knew her before she became a traitor and ended up shrunken down, much like Kudou. She’s currently next door, going by the name of Ai Haibara.

"On top of that, there is professor Agasa, and both Yuusaku and Yukiko Kudou. Yukiko’s rather nice when she visits. Seems Yuusaku’s usually running from editors, as I haven’t seen him around and Yukiko occasionally talks about it. Those are people who are aware of Kudou and aware of the Black Organization. Aside from Kudou and Shiho, you’re the only one aware that I’m Shuichi, as I intend to make sure only those who need to know are aware of my being alive.”

He frowned slightly. Even then, Shiho deduced it because of his similar language and mannerisms. Hakuba wouldn’t have this knowledge and Kudou set up some of the details of the feigned death. As for the others, they just had to listen to Kudou vouching that he wasn’t Black Organization, because he was still very… shady.

“The FBI agents James Black, Andre Camel, and Jodie Santemillion are aware of the Black Organization and are here to deal with them, but they are unaware of my being alive and unaware of Kudou’s state. They also think I’m dead and they must continue to, otherwise an undercover agent could get killed if things play out a certain way.”

Ah, more information. Nice, concrete details like names, relationships, organizations, occupations. Hakuba could work with this. He stored it all away, taking mental notes as he listened to the tiny bat talk, returning to his tea once he was satisfied with the position of the ice pack on his neck. 

“So you’ve even got the FBI on your side; that’s quite interesting, Subaru-san… or Shuichi-san? Which name do you prefer that I call you?" 

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A Tale of Rifles and Silver Bullets

okiya-subaru:

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“I have told you a basic outline of some of the situation, but there are pieces only other people can tell you and I could fill in some details I’ve omitted. Do you have any particular questions?” Shuichi got a bit closer to Hakuba.

World-shattering was a bit strong, he thought. After all, Hakuba knew about Kudou’s diminutive condition. A crime organization would be much less bizarre than an older teenager shrinking down to a small child’s size, no?

While that was true, all of it combined painted an incredibly bizarre picture. And, truthfully, he was till reeling over the fact that he’d had afternoon tea interrupted by vampire bite. So very, very odd, that.

More quiet chuckling at his own joke followed, then a raise of his brow as he watched the little bat. So small. So soft-looking.

“Questions, questions…. ah, well. Are you at liberty to tell me who is involved in your circle of trust? I’ve mentioned that I was going to wait to ask, but now that you’ve bitten me, it seems that we’ve become closer.”

And brief pause. “You’re small enough to ride in my breast pocket, you know." 

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A Tale of Rifles and Silver Bullets

okiya-subaru:

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Shuichi got up and grabbed a small bag. He went to the freezer and started filling the bag with ice. “I am not sure, Hakuba. And I don’t know anything about having venom. Even then, it would be reminiscent of rear-fanged snakes and having to chew and work at their victim a while because my fangs aren’t hollow. As for the bat thing, I haven’t tried it.”

He set the bag of ice in front of Hakuba and sat back down. Concentrating, he wondered if he really could transform or if he just looked silly. About when he was going to give up, though, now he was draped in cloth. Oh, for heaven’s sake…

He climbed out and flew clumsily up to the table. A bat. A tiny, fluffy one at that. He looked up at Hakuba. Voice squeaky and high pitched, he said, “That appears to be a yes.”

Hakuba sighed, pressing the bag of ice to his neck with a frown. “Thank you,” he said, though he felt as though Shuichi really didn’t deserve the gratitude. Not for having bitten him like that. Undignified. Uncalled for. Unprecedented. And certainly unexpected from someone that he had thought was as civilized as Subaru-san. And he couldn’t even tell him if he’d soon be a vampire, as well? Hmf!

Pouting, he didn’t bother to respond further until he realized that the other man had disappeared. He blinked, brows raising high on his forehead as he tried to stand up to look – only to be forced back into a heavy sit, head spinning. Bad idea, bad idea. He let out a slow breath, then massaged his temples with the hand not holding the ice pack, then glanced over at the bat that was his sensei.

“Indeed… and, what do you know, I was right. Desmodus rotundus after all; the common vampire bat. Of course.” Hakuba leaned his head bad and closed his eyes. “Well, then. Any other world-shattering pieces of information to share? I’m a rather captive audience at present, so you may as well dish to your fuzzy self’s content." 

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A Tale of Rifles and Silver Bullets

okiya-subaru:

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“Initially, I was interested in giving you the information, Hakuba. The problem is that I haven’t fed enough, so a human being nearby is like a starving dog spotting a steak.” He walked over and grabbed a cloth, licking the blood off of his free hand.

“As for the mythos, I’m unsure.” He dug around in a cupboard and grabbed a small bottle of iodine and some bandages. After setting them down in front of Hakuba, he sat down across from him. “I don’t remember much of what happened when I was turned. Guy drained me until I was unconscious. But, given how there hasn’t been a rash of mysterious deaths involving victims with puncture marks in the area, I’m presuming not. Perhaps I’m wrong.”

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Hakuba set the teacup aside and reached over for the bottle of iodine. Grimacing, he began to clean the wound with a hiss through his teeth. “God, that stings! Was there bruising for you? Could I get some ice? My clients are likely to ask questions… God, how inconvenient…" 

He sighed, wincing as a wave of dizziness washed over him. Woah, right, blood loss. The detective closed his eyes in an attempt to force some amount of concentration, fingers working the bandage with practiced movements. 

”…Forgive me for asking again; I must admit that I’m a little muddled, but… do you believe that I’ll be turning, too? And do you have venom? Are you able to transform into a bat? If so, what species? I’ll be highly disappointed if it’s Desmodus rotundus; that would be so terribly common.“ 

The chuckle that followed his excellent joke ended with a short exhale, pressure from applying the bandage bringing a new spike in pain. 

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A Tale of Rifles and Silver Bullets

okiya-subaru:

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Shuichi took his time, blood welling in his mouth. It was welcome, like drinking ice water on a blazing hot day. After a bit, when he was reasonably satiated, he licked the wound clean and put his hand on the bite, applying pressure to it. His eyes were now open and bright red.

“I apologize. I was recently turned into a vampire.” He opened his mouth wide enough to show the fangs. “I may not be one for superstitions, but the evidence says otherwise…

"I’m sorry that this is a lot to take in.  Do you need anything in particular?”

Of all of the things that he had thought might have possibly happened to him that day, this was certainly not one of them. The initial surprise and burst of pain of the attack was gradually replaced with shock, during which, the detective stayed still and stiff. All he could think to do was  stare at Shuichi out of the corner of his wide, frightened eyes. 

Once the older man was finished with the halfer’s mixed blood, and Hakuba’s heart calmed to a reasonable rate (more like a nervous rabbit and less like a screaming one), he sucked in a breath and released it in a huff, gaping afterward.

“Do I need something?! An explanation might be appropriate! You… just… BIT me. Bit me! You used misdirection! Giving me valuable and interesting information to disguise the fact that you really just wanted to BITE ME."  Eyes still wide, one brow raised, the other creased, leaving the young detective with an incredulous expression. He shifted the teacup into his other hand so that he could swat at Akai’s hand, wanting to cover his own neck, thank you very much.

"Over afternoon tea, no less! You bit me over afternoon tea! I just…! What?! Sensei! Am I to become like you, then?! I hardly believe that you’re going to kill me off after going through the trouble of providing such vital information. What mythos are your vampiric rules based on?" 

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A Tale of Rifles and Silver Bullets

okiya-subaru:

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“I have no idea why she started poking around my things. She probably wanted to play detective, because I’d just given her some soup and she was telling me about a recent case of hers’ she was working on. I said nothing that would raise suspicions. She excused herself to go to the bathroom and I went immediately to check on my things. It’s unwise to allow someone of her curiosity and lack of prudence to wander about if they could stumble across something they shouldn’t have.”

He crept up behind Hakuba. “There are two people suspicious of me and they have their own reasons for being so. My younger sister, because my facial proportions are the same, even in disguise, and Ran-san. I think she recognizes my mannerisms unconsciously and she tagged me as a threat when we initially met.”

Quickly, he positioned himself so he could bite Hakuba’s neck and struck out, hoping to pin Hakuba with his arms and prevent him from squirming too much.

The story of the rifle’s discovery resulted in a very sour look from Hakuba; one of sympathy and disdain. He had known several who were nosy as such, and there was really very little that you could do to deter someone that determined. Kaitou KID himself came to mind, so he didn’t comment, just offered the expression. 

“A threat?” Hakuba then said regarding the next segue, brow raising. “You’re a sneaky bastard all right, but I’d chalk that up to your training and sense of self-preservation, not that you’re an actual danger… though I suppose that they don’t know all of tha- AaaCK!”

Ah, the strangled sound of a young detective’s incessant ramblings being cut short by the attack of a hungry vampire. Poor, unsuspecting Hakuba! Pinned and struggling to sort out what the bloody hell just happened, all while desperately attempting to keep his cup of tea from spilling. Truly, he was at his sensei’s mercy. 

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A Tale of Rifles and Silver Bullets

okiya-subaru:

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“Well, it’s common knowledge that the Kudous aren’t currently here and it’s currently being taken care of by someone else. And, really, it would be downright dangerous to leave a weapon here with the house unoccupied, if someone broke in… The rifle was also in the guest room’s closet, which is an odd place for a weapon if it belonged to the owner of the place.”

Shuichi stood up and walked around. He needed for it to appear natural, that he wasn’t specifically going out of Hakuba’s line of sight. More that he was pacing.

“I am not sure, either, about how the others will take to you joining the fold, but you have potential, as dangerous as the situation is. The safe story is that Kudou is off on a difficult and tough case and allowed me to take care of his house. Edogawa is his young distant relative.”

For someone as paranoid and suspicious as Hakuba, he certainly didn’t seem to notice anything out of the ordinary as Shuichi began his rounds. Instead, he took another sip of tea and contemplated the story. It sounded reasonable enough, really, and fit with what everyone else had told him. This he had to admit, much to his internal annoyance, though he somehow managed to avoid rolling his eyes. 

“I’ll stick to that then, thank you…” Another sip. “What in heaven’s name was she doing in the guest room in the first place? I’m a little concerned that she was able to snoop around your things… Does she have no sense of propriety? Did she already suspect you? Or was it a situation where your hands were tied by societal conventions, I wonder?”

Another sip. Distracted by his line of questioning, Hakuba crossed one leg over the other and considered the details at hand. Detectives were so easy in that way.