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The moment he heard the faint sound of footsteps approaching the windows, Kaitou brightened, ips tugging into a small grin of relief as he waited, a little impatiently, for Hakuba to tug them open.

“…Hello, detective.” A slightly sheepish chuckle left the thief’s throat and he slid past the blond and into his bedroom without even so much as waiting for an invitation – not that he ever did that anyway, but. That was besides the point and there were more important matters to pay attention to right now.

Like magical gems and the apparent existence of curses.

He glanced around the dark room, hands idly – and a little nervously – playing with his cape. They just really needed something to do and rubbing his tailwasn’t exactly—

…Let’s just say he’d already tried it and he wasn’t quite sure what to think of how that had felt.

“—No,” Kaitou finally replied, grin a little more forced as he turned to look at Hakuba again, fingers curling into the white fabric. “Not…exactly.” He paused. “…What do you know about magic, detective? Not sleight of hand or illusions, but…real magic?”

The question surprised him more than anything else; Hakuba was used to Kaitou Kid doing whatever he pleased, particularly when it came to the detective, but magic? Real magic? He wondered if it was some sort of a joke. Hesitantly, he closed the windows and slipped the latch in place before turning to face him, one brow rising.

"Well… I did date Koizumi-san for a month or so…”  Thirty two days, 15 hours, seven minutes, 24 seconds, precisely. “I don’t know if you recall that, but during that time, I did happen to learn quite a bit about witches and curses, demons, summoned servants, and something about spiders…” Hakuba frowned at the memory; he’d entirely lost count of how many spiders he’d had to carefully extract from the manor by Akako’s request, setting them outside in the grass. 

“But, more to the point, I can tell you that love potions are evil and ill-advised.” He paused. “Are you saying that you’ve… been bewitched? Is this Koizumi-san’s doing?!”

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The Interim

smokebombsandmirrors:

That was all he needed to know. Kaito felt a smile slowly work its way across his face. A crazy unhinged smile that held a laugh behind it. This crazy detective. Taking in why expression he stepped aside, sobered his expression, and whistled twice.

“I shouldn’t have pushed like that. I know you hate him. It just caught me off guard.” Kaito said and watched the stairs.

Hakuba turned away from him, reaching for the wooden box of tea on the table in a huff, then gathered up his letters to stuff them back into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. “I don’t believe that I need you to tell me how I feel about anyone,” he snapped, ears pink with the heat of his broiling emotions. 

He briskly moved past him, turning only once he was just ahead to offer a polite bow, though the scowl stayed fixed firmly in place. “Thank you for the tea. Good day, Kuroba-kun. I hope you have a wonderful life.”

As much as it hurt to be leaving like this, but the detective couldn’t see any other alternative, not with Kaito laughing at him. He turned stiffly on his heel again and marched for the door.  It had been a mistake to come. 

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((Then after everything Kaito and Heiji start to tease him about it while Conan is the only one who actually praises him out loud.))

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Shyness gave way to embarrassment once the detective finished his song, then turned to mortification when he realized that the response from his companions hadn’t been a standing ovation or stricken with awe – Hattori and Kuroba were laughing. And not just any laugh, but the riotous, falling over each other sort, each holding their sides and each other as their howls competed with their lungs for oxygen.

To be honest, Hakuba wasn’t sure what he’d expected to happen after his performance, or what had possessed him to go up onto the stage in the first place. It was so completely unlike him, particularly in front of his associates that he felt absolutely helpless as he stepped away from the mic and dropped down to the ground level next to the orchestra pit. They were there to investigate the multiple death threats that had been lodged against the band’s lead vocalist, not to live out a silly little fantasy. 

Blush burned into his cheeks and mouth fixed in a tiny frown, he brushed past the heckling pair of hyenas and strode off to make his escape. Let them laugh, he thought coldly, ignoring their calls after him. We’ve work to do.

He was at least grateful that there were few people in the auditorium, minimizing the damage. He needed to find the stage manager for questioning…

“Oiiiiii! Hakuba! Wait up!”

Hakuba turned back to find himself looking at Cona – aka his rival, colleague, and idol in disguise – and blinked, expression guarded. Great… now Kudou wants a turn to stab me right in the heart. 

“How’d you learn to sing like that?? That was really good!" 

"Y-you… really think so?” Hakuba stammered the question out before he could stop himself, letting the praise steamroll right over conventional politeness. “Ah, I mean…”

Conan nodded, eager and child-like as he often was when in public or on the case. It seemed that he slipped into the act naturally as anything, but the child-like wonder added a certain charm to the compliments. “Yeah! I had no idea you could sing! Great detective and vocalist?”

It was almost too much. The blond shuffled from foot to foot, thrusting hands into his pockets in a sheepish display of humility. “Ah, thank you…. My mum was a music major in university – concert piano – so I’ve been involved in music since I was quite young. Choir, piano, violin…" 

"Ehhh?? You play the violin, too?”

The boy smiled in that way that he did when he was particularly impressed under cover – or trying to hide something. It felt genuine that time, at any rate, and Hakuba couldn’t help the warm contentment that always overcame him with such adorable displays. 

“I do, yes… I understand that you do, as well, don’t you?" 

"Yep!”

“As an homage to Mr. Holmes?”

“Of course!”

Hakuba laughed, pleased and amused and alltogether quite proud to mentally file that tidbit of information away with all of the other details that made he and Kudou Shinichi a complementary pair. The others may not have appreciated his talent, as inappropriate as its reveal was, timing-wise. 

And, really, that was good enough for him. 

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moonlightmajutsushi:

whiteknighthakuba replied to your post:“I would just like to say that I approve of random…
"…Is it perhaps because you enjoy the idea of there being TWO of your favorite detective, my dear Kaitou-san~?”

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“Hmm… I won’t deny that thought may have crossed my mind… But just imagine what would happen if all the Kaitous were in one place as well. Doesn’t that just sound like it would be fun, tantei-san.~”

”…all of the Kaitous in… … one… .. place?“

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((Urge to write entire musical number for Hakuba and Heiji’s first time meeting at the Koushien rising… bonus points if I draw an animatic for the scene with blocking and record the audio for it (I do have a piano… I could pick out the notes!), also… but i’d have to persuade one of my sexy brit friends (of which I have many) to lend voice talent… less hakuba sound a bit like pinkie pie…))

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City Jaunt! || harajukuharuspex

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Trumpets. She could hear…trumpets? And drums. And muffled singing, growing clearer as she blinked a darkness she couldn’t call sleep, not exactly, out of her eyes. A marching band. Dressed in black – or was it white? The colours shifted before her eyes; first adorned in black with grotesque clown makeup, then white with placid smiles and grey eyes. Akira scrambled to get up, realising they weren’t stopping and vaulted herself sideways. Her white dress gathered a splotch of red from her scraped knee. Scraped on what? She hissed in pain and tucked her knees to her chest as the band paraded past, unaware (or perhaps uncaring) of her safety. Once the gold and black elephant rounding out the macabre crew – shifting between black and white with such speed now that to Akira’s eyes their clothes appeared a dull grey, same as their eyes – she stood and surveyed the area.

Nothing.

She reached out for Emi, always the strongest, always there for her, and found an empty void of something darker than black equal in to the white at which she now stared.

Nothing.

I need to get out.

I’ll put one foot in front of the other one 
I don’t need a new love, or a new life 
Just a better place to die 

Hakuba was discharged the next morning and taken home for bed rest. But although he stayed in bed, he did not rest well- it was fitful at best, rife with nightmares and tossing, all of which aggravated his injuries. The image of his friend’s face, slick with blood, or lying there so… gone… he shuddered, dug his fingernails into his unbandaged wrist.

He had flowers delivered every day and waited, pleaded for news. Was she awake? Was Akira all right? They had nothing for him. How would Himura-kun react? What would become of them?

Each question plagued him, drilling holes into his conscious thought with desperate fervor. Why had you been driving so fast? There might not have been an accident. They could have gotten the book, enjoyed an afternoon shopping, gone to the party… 

Would she wake up? 

When his head had stopped its constant ache and the lesser of the cuts and scratches had begun to heal, Hakuba made it a point to return to the hospital every afternoon to wait at her side. He brought his work with him and sat, like a faithful golden retriever, reading and filling out paperwork with nothing but her breathing and the mechanical sounds that went with the equipment that monitored her progress.

[text] Himura-kun, I don’t know what to do. Is it my fault?

Most days, he ended with his head buried in his hands in exhausted shame, waiting for Baaya to collect him.

One, two, three, four…

Seven… eight…

[text] Akira, please wake up.