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Kiss Me
15. “Kiss me.”
Kaito giggled, but under his physical and emotional masks, he was anything but amused. It was just his luck that Hakuba had been invited to the same party he was investigating for a future heist. And that the detective had found his female disguise attractive.
He wouldn’t have thought that Hakuba, introverted and distanced, was this flirtatious. Well, the alcohol probably helped. The detective’s face was reddening, and his speech was becoming less coherent.
“Hakuba-san, I think you’ve had a little too much to drink. Why don’t we go find somewhere quiet to relax?” He guided the other away from the main ballroom, hiding a wince at the pain that came from a long time standing in 4-inch heels.
Then he noticed a little nook in the wall, with a cushioned bench under a window that looked out over the city, and he got an idea. An idea that would get him seriously injured if the detective ever found out.
“Let’s sit here, Hakuba-san.” He pulled Hakuba down and sat next to him. Arms went around, pulling the detective close. “Kiss me,” he whispered, lips brushing the other’s ear.
The situation was entirely dangerous for the both of them, but for very different reasons. This sort of thing was something that the detective was used to; it was always these sorts of parties that he found his conquests at, and most of his dirty little secrets stayed safe within the walls of high societal convention. And here Hakuba found himself who he believed was a beautiful woman, emanating some sort of familiar air that he couldn’t quite place, very interested in what he had to offer.
Everything was warm and wonderful. The alcohol had been good to him, pulling out and shedding the anxieties, letting him focus on the hunt. He felt incredible, and those arms around him, the mouth to his ear, thrilled him.
He pulled away from ‘her,’ but only enough to look at her face, gaze studying those eyes in front of him before he smiled a wicked smile. “All right,” Hakuba said, so calm and so confident as he leaned in to kiss the thief in disguise.
But it wasn’t just a simple peck, either; unless stopped, the detective moved in with a kiss that was open-mouthed and passionate. Not reckless, though, or even excessive. Brief, no more than four seconds long, but with very clear intent.
Things could easily go very bad very quickly.
“Sorry, bu’ I can’ believe ya as long I dun’ see any proof. Ya can say anythin’ ya want. Bu’ it’ not as effective as proof.”
“To be honest, this is none of your business, and I really don’t need to prove anything to you. I know my history, thank you very much.”
“Your Detective burned in the fire.”
“My… detective…?” There had been a fire at the heist- soot marked the white of his clothes- but everyone had gotten out okay… right?
He gasped, remembering that he’d seen a certain blond before it broke out… but not after.
Hakuba! Panic started to bubble in the thief. He didn’t consider the Brit to be ‘his detective’, but he did care about him.
That idiot, he got himself killed- he took a deep breath. Calm, Kuroba. They only said that he burned. That doesn’t mean he’s dead. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the cellphone he used as KID.
Please be okay, please be okay. He quickly dialed Nakamori’s number. He would know about any casualties.
When he heard the inspector’s voice, he lowered his own.
“Good evening, keibu. I heard rumors that someone was hurt in the fire tonight?”
Whether or not Nakamori-keibu had all of the answers, he would at least have some. Cleanup crews and firemen were still combing through the mess, putting out the remaining fire, clearing out the debris. It had been difficult to get under control once it had really gotten underway, but the determination of those rescue workers was indomitable. People had been hurt, though most had been recovered with only minor burns and other injuries. The worst had already been sent on, save for the one or two that they were still looking for that may or may not have even been on location at the time.
One of which was, in fact, young detective Hakuba Saguru.
Not that the inspector was going to give all of that information to a random caller on the phone– especially not someone that sounded suspiciously like the Kaitou KID who had been one of the instigators of the whole mess. “Not right now! Can’t you see I’m busy?!” He barked at the phone, agitated and tired from the events of the night. It had been bad enough to lose to KID yet again, but to also lose the Superintendent General’s son? Even if their jobs weren’t on the line, he had a certain affection for the arrogant brat, and as much as he wished he could kick him off of the task force, he had to admit that he was useful.
Even if he wasn’t, he hadn’t wanted him to die.
Part of the inspector wanted to hang up the phone and throw it to the ground in frustration, while another wanted to trace the call and try to – there was no time for that. Not now. “We’re still sorting out the debris! Don’t call this line unless you have information!"
Nakamori hung up, but managed to get the phone in his pocket before he completely lost his temper, and took it out on one of his officers instead. He yelled, they scurried, and everyone kept working, all hoping that they could find the teenager – if he was even there – in salvageable shape.
Fortunately for them, Hakuba was alive…
…he just wasn’t doing very well.
Being buried under drywall and cubical partitions had not been a fun experience. Not that Hakuba was really aware of it, unconscious as he was, but it had hurt at the time. Rubble from level above and subsequent furniture had torn apart the ground beneath the detective earlier, during the apex of the fire. Although it had cost him some broken ribs and serious bruises, it had very likely saved his life. The burns were minimal and the concrete had made a sort of tent, affording Hakuba a small amount of trapped air to breathe. He was still bleeding, yes, but the situation was very much ‘salvageable.’ At least, so long as they were able to find him under all of the damage soon.
rp partner: i suppose our muses could be happy for once
me: or
me: OR
me: we kill them
When you RP with people and their posts are like fucking Shakespeare and yours are basically I CAN COUNT TO POTATO
“Oh come on, now. In terms of collaborative writing, we’re all within the realm of potatoes, as each thread is only as the average of the partnership. Besides, it’s not as though Shakespeare was any good, anyway…
"If anything, a ‘potato person’ comparing someone else to Shakespeare is very likely an insult at best. As if to say, ‘you’re good only because you’re famous, not because I understand any part of what you were trying to do. I also don’t know enough about writing to realize that your satire is brilliant despite the overly pretentious and flowery purple prose. I believe that you have skill not because I’m able to recognize said skill, but because I have been informed by popular media that such a skill exists, thusly invalidating my compliment to begin with.’
"So you see, my fellow writers, do not be afraid to be a sparse and straight forward potato-counting journalist, and do not fear that your roleplaying partner is somehow more ‘quality’ than you simply because they have more followers, write longer posts, or confuse you with their literary nonsense that falls flat but seems impressive because of fancy window-dressing…
"The point of the matter is, poorly defined sonnets of pointless tragedy is not necessarily something we should be striving for… in essence, I would rather have the potato, which is far easier to stomach in any sense of the word.”
♡ [Pfft. Spider is glaring at me so much right now. He’s starting to wish he’d gotten a different mun.] “Because the one I currently have is insane…” [C’mon, you know it’d be fun~] “No. No it wouldn’t.”
“That…. … … … … No.”
that yes
hakuba and spider
sitting in a tree
k-i-s-s-i-n-g~
Bloody Moriarty
The only place Shinichi could think was Periot and that embarrassed him. Here he was supposed to know Beika, did know Beika, and the only place he could think of was a tiny cafe some odd blocks away from his home. He shook his head and unscrewed the cap off a water bottle to take a long gulp of water. His work out had just ended and he was just waiting, trying to kill some time between the actives cases he was working on and the series of colds that Meguire-keibu had given him.
‘Something to keep you from hunting the streets.’ He grimaced. He did not hunt Beika’s streets NOR prowl as Shiratori-keibu put it. It wasn’t his fault that he stummbled, literally sometimes, across murders or in the scary sense fell right into his lap. That was a interesting night to say the least.
Shinichi sighed and pulled the thin shirt over his head to mop the sweet off his face. He still hadn’t replied to Hakuba mostly because he was still debating on taking the fellow detective to Periot or scrambling in the last minute to find a suitable replacement. A cafe in Japan? After living in Europe? Fat chance he was going to be able to find something that good.
SO Periot it was. At least it was a comfortable spot for him.
Shinichi sat in front his laptop again after his shower and reread the email. The message brought up more questions than answers for him. Particularly why his meeting spots would no long exist. He had read, after some digging and a bit of illegal hacking, and heard the rumors about his running with a criminal named Spider. It didn’t go well for either of them. The coroner’s report was pretty clean and straight forward in their findings.
He leaned back in the chair, the tips of his fingers pressed together as his mind raced with the possibilities as to why it had happened. What trigger that reaction from his fellow detective. Not that he didn’t think it wasn’t necessary but ….
He shook his head. Hakuba was his colleague and was asking for his help. What ever happened in his past need to stay there untouched till the other brought it to the surface. Sitting up in his seat again he got to work on his short simple reply.
Hakuba,
I know of a cafe that is pretty close to my home and is something of a neutral spot for me. Periot cafe. This weekend sounds perfect if a case doesn’t crop up during that time. I’ll be looking forward to our up coming meeting.
Kudo.
He reread the message, was satisfied with it and hit send then looked at the time: One AM. He let his head fall and hit the table.
Hakuba waited until the morning of his departure before responding, seated in the uncomfortable wooden chair on the covered patio of the Wickham-Hakuba estate.
His tea cooled in the warm morning air, spoon set aside while he tapped out his reply on his phone. Marion watched him from across the table, sun hat shading her face in a solid line while the rest of the setting was dappled with sunlight from the overhanging latticework and ivy.
Kudou-san,
Excellent. I will give you a call on Saturday morning to confirm plans. Shall we tentatively plan for 15:00:00?
The game had changed. Last names only from Shinichi meant that Hakuba would switch to last and honorific, as opposed to the full names of their previous emails. Did this mean that Kudou thought of him as an equal already, or at least a colleague? Incredible, were that the case…
“Are you sure that you’re able to travel? There’s still time to cancel your flight.” Marion’s voice broke the train of thought, careful to keep her lips in a thin line, not wishing to give away her feelings on the matter, though Hakuba already knew quite well how it was. They played the game of pokerface often, but knew each other far too well to be fooled.
He didn’t even bother to look up at her, reaching for the delicately rose-covered cup to take a sip. Still too hot. He set it down again. “I expect I’ll be fine, Mum.”
“Yes, of course you’d say that, but your back…”
Hakuba gave a patient sigh and ignored her in favor of rewriting the line he’d just written, easing into a statement that would be a little less formal.
Let’s tentatively plan for 3 o’clock PM.
Better. It was a little more friendly while still accommodating. But what else to include? How to end it?
“Do you think Miss Twiggy will take to Ekoda well?”
Hakuba finally looked up at that, blinking. “Oh, I think Twig will do splendidly. She’s a sturdy thing.”
So sturdy, in fact, that he wasn’t entirely certain where she was. He glanced over the vast grounds of the estate, squinting to see if he could spot her. Probably herding the ducks again. Like all good corgis, she liked to keep busy. He could relate.
She smiled. “You could always leave her here.”
“No, Mum. Twig stays with me.” He set his phone down to take another sip of tea, which had finally cooled enough to let the flavor of honey through the brew. “We’ll be fine.”
They both sighed, both took a sip of tea, then looked at each other again– she pleading, he irritated.
“Oh, I wish Baaya were going with you. Just promise me that you’ll stay away from the station?"
Hakuba rolled his eyes at that. "I’m retired, Mum. I’ve no reason to go to the station except to meet Dad for… whatever I would need to meet him for. I’ll just be taking a holiday.”
It seemed to ease her worries, but only just. “If you say so, but you know how detectives are…” She stopped herself when her son’s expression went cold. “Retired or not, you’re still just as thirsty as a hound, you know! I know you, Saguru James. The moment a case comes up that piques your interest, you’ll be off running regardless of your capacity!”
If it weren’t for the medications, the comment might have pushed Hakuba in all of the wrong direction. As it was, he took another sip of tea, then calmly set it down, ignoring the tremor in his hands. “I’ll stay away from the station, and I’ll come back in one piece.”
Marion let herself relax at that, satisfied. “Good. See that you do, my dear. I’m going to fret from the moment we see you off at the airport until you’re back again.”
“Yes, yes, I know.” Hakuba picked up his phone again to finish the email, hitting send without a second thought. It wouldn’t do to linger, since he was well aware that he was inviting trouble and ignoring his mother’s wishes, right there at the table.
Thank you for your quick response.
I look forward to seeing you and discussing the aforementioned topic. I’d love to hear of some of your cases, as well.
Sincerely,
– Hakuba S. J.