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gods-heretic replied to your post:gods-heretic replied to your post: “Would you…
Well, I’m not in the “hate-hakuba” faction, but Gab definitely made you more likeable. So no teasing your mun anymore or people might stop talking to you 😉

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“Is… is this true? Was I not as agreeable before…?”

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“But what has she done that wasn’t already canon?!”

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“Uhm… … … … I made up your whole family, pretty much, aside from your dad and grandpa… and made up your life story… and what Spider is up to… and your crazy character flaws…”

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“Wait you-? Flaws? What do you mean flaws?”

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“You already had a bunch but I made them more accessible. And gave you a few more. Or a lot more, actually.”

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“But my… my family?!”

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“Yeah, pretty much. In fact, you know that face claim that I use for your mom? Marion? That’s actually just Shinichi’s mom in one of her disguises.”

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“N-no… that can’t be…”

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“Sorry, dear, it’s true!”

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“But, Mum…! And… … well, what about Watson?”

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“She invented our history together, too.”

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“That can’t… But what…?”

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“Yeah, so you better be nice to me, buddy, like they said.”

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“But… I thought that everyone liked me… I’m a high school detective. And a crossover character, like Kaitou-san… and blonde… and voiced by Akira Ishida…”

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“I even added the blush marks to your icons.”

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Lonely Elegance || kaitomagic

kaitomagic:

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Incidentally, that thief was wondering precisely the same thing, albeit in different context, as he was dragged through an overly crowded room by the determined Aoko Nakamori. How had he let her talk him into coming to something like this? The place was crawling with lawmen, and he didn’t even have a target in mind for being there. No plans or ulterior motives to keep his mind occupied… so he was slowly resigning himself to a long, awkward night. At least the place was nice.

It was only when they reached the refreshments counter that Aoko finally released his arm to grab a plate, determined to gather some actual food for her father to cork in all of the wine he was ingesting back at their table and discourage him from adding more to the growing pool in his stomach. Ginzo Nakamori was usually reasonably responsible about his alcohol… but when encouraged or not at work, he didn’t tend to hold back much.

Kaito wandered along with the girl for a few minutes as she picked out the foods she thought her father needed most right then; salad and little sandwiches and slices of meat, frustration showing by her jerky movements and how quickly she managed to form a precarious mountain on that little plate. He could tell she had this handled… so he nudged her arm to get her attention.
“Oi, I’m gonna go find a restroom.”
“What? Oh, okay, sure…” She responded, before turning to face him with narrowed eyes, leveling a sauce covered serving spoon at him. “Just don’t go and disappear for the rest of the night again! You always do that!”
Kaito held up his hands. “I won’t! I’ll be back.”
“You’d better be!”
The girl smiled, then, before turning back to her task- and the way that expression slipped back down her face to form that hostile frown gave Kaito the willies. Her father was really gonna get it if he kept up this night’s antics…
He backed away a step or two before turning to start walking off in his own direction, not actually even looking for a restroom; he’d just needed to have a moment with his own thoughts. Or maybe it was habit that made him feel the need to break away and scope the place… take note of who was there, observe their activities, mentally mark down various escape routes. Whatever it was, he now had his moment of freedom, and he used it to wander idly through the similarly meandering and gossiping crowd of officers and their families. Tables being mostly claimed by said various family and coworker groups, Kaito found his way to the rather nice grand piano set within the room, the bench of which was currently vacant… and took the opportunity to fill it, straightening his dark suit before taking a seat, eying the nearly reflective pattern of white and black keys spanning the length along the front.

The teenager was completely unaware that one Saguru Hakuba was even currently in Japan, let alone at the same gathering he was now neck deep in. Perhaps this was for the best; Aoko would have been rather disappointed if he’d said no to coming along with her.

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It was the reflection of the other teenager in the darkened window that Hakuba first noticed; black suit trim and well-fitted to his form. He wore it well, the detective thought, though whether that was from his practice as an amateur stage magician or his moonlighting career, he couldn’t say. Not with proper evidence, anyway, though he suspected it was much more the latter. Ah, Kuroba Kaito… the teenage class clown and veritable thorn in half-brit’s side. Obnoxious during the day, untouchable at night. 

But what was he doing at the event? Ah- the Nakamori girl was likely the culprit. Those two were together from dawn until dusk it seemed; perhaps not by his choice, though he tormented her often enough that their budding romance was obvious. Not that either of them would admit it, no; that wasn’t the way of the Japanese teenager, was it? No… rather not. But still, they had something between them, and it seemed as though she’d brought him along as her date. 

Funny, that. A date. All invited guests had been permitted to bring one – encouraged, even. Hakuba had chosen no one. The only people he had interest in were off-limits for one reason or another. Out of his league, in another country, missing in action, or, like Kuroba-kun, his enemy.

Not that any of them would give him the time of day in the first place. He was the prattish foreigner; the know-it-all who got under everyone’s skin with his silver tongue and harsh wit. A mystery otaku with soiled blood. Which was well and fine. He had no interest in relationships or dating. Certainly not in Japan, anyway. No; once he accomplished his goal, he was going home. Setting roots would only make things more difficult for him later. As if he could trust anyone enough, anyway.

He pulled himself from the leather sofa and straightened his suit, brushing hands over the white fabric with a faint smirk of amusement. What had made him wear white that night? Surely not for Kuroba-kun, whom he calmly following after him to the piano, several steps behind.

Once the other boy was seated, Hakuba casually approached from the side, head inclined to regard him with curious interest. “Might I join you, Kuroba-kun?” he asked, shifting to sit on the bench with him with the assumption that he would make room. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here tonight." 

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(I just had to do this lol) If I was tied up, gagged, and blindfolded on your bed when you walked in, what would you do to me?

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“Ah… Yamashita-chan!” Hakuba gasped, standing in the doorway to his bedroom. His hand hovered over the light switch and, for a moment, he considered turning it off and walking right back out the door. But, even though he wanted to flee, he remained frozen in place, staring with jaw agape. 

“Just… just how did you get into my bedroom? What are you doing here? And for God’s sake, why are you all tied up?” He paused, then shook his head. “Nevermind; you can’t answer that. Nor do I want to know. Oh god, why does this sort of thing continue to happen to me?!”

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He managed to take one step forward, brows furrowed in concern. Did he dare attempt to untie her? No… no, that would be unwise, given the circumstances. It seemed that he was in a bad spot no matter what he did. Really, given the situation, there was only one thing that he could do.

“DAAAD!”

The frantic teenage detective turned and yelled into the hallway, only to be rewarded with silence.

“SIR! I need your help! PLEASE.”

He knew that the Superintendent General was home; he’d managed to finally have dinner with the man for the first time in weeks, so he couldn’t have gone far. It’d only been five or so minutes since they’d left the table together.

Then again, the Hakuba Estate was large and roomy, so there was no guarantee that he’d hear him even if he screamed bloody murder. Unsettling thought, that. 

“Ah, ah… st-stay there, Yamashita-chan.. I’ll… I’ll get help!”

Goal in mind, Hakuba was finally able to turn and sprint into the hallway, grimacing at the way his socks slipped on the polished marble flooring. Damn this excessive living space! 

Nevertheless, he made it to his father’s study with only one or two minor mishaps and slid to a stop just past the doorway. 

“Ah… Dad?”

The older man glanced up from the paperwork on his desk to offer a tired smile, curious and puzzled by the frantic expression on his son’s face. “Yes, Saguru?”

“There’s a… well, I need your help, if… if you can come. It might only take a moment? Oh, god, I left my door wide open…”

The Superintendent General blinked once or twice, brow slowly lifting in confusion. “What’s wrong, son?”

Hakuba took a deep breath, forcing himself to adjust his posture, hands running over his pockets briefly as he collected himself. “There’s a… a girl tied up on my bed, sir. Blind folded, gagged… I… ah, I don’t know how… or why, but…”

“There’s… what?”

“A girl. Yamashita-chan, in fact. She’s a high school detective. And for some reason she’s on my bed. Blind folded, gagged, and tied up.”

Silence followed as Hakuba Sr stared at younger Hakuba, giving himself a moment to comb over the information again in his mind.

When he’d still said nothing after a few seconds, Hakuba shifted his weight from foot to foot and glanced back over his shoulder. “Perhaps I should call the police? Do you suppose that would be a good idea?”

“You have a girl in your bed… while you’re both under age… and you’re telling me about it?”

Hakuba stared. “Well, she’s… not supposed to be there.”

“Dare I ask what you mean by that, son?”

“If she were supposed to be there, I wouldn’t be coming to you for help.” Hakuba blinked once or twice more, watching his father, now feeling equally as confused. “Because… I wouldn’t need help, you see… So this is rather awkward…”

“Do you often have people tied up in your bed?”

“Ah…. … no… no, I don’t.” It’d really only happened once or twice and, honestly, it had never been intentional. Somehow. Huh. Either way, his answer wasn’t technically a lie, so he offered a small, apologetic smile. “I just… need your assistance with removing this one, if you please.”

The elder Hakuba pushed back from his desk and stood, sighing. “So let me get this straight; my seventeen year-old son, promising young detective who chases down serial killers and has been hospitalized on more than one occasion from skirmishes with criminals… is afraid of a girl that ended up in his bedroom.”

“Ah… yes. Yes, that sounds like a fairly adequate assessment, sir. She’s not supposed to be there. I have no idea how she got in, how she got tied up, who helped her, or did this to her, or what the design of this… this… whatever this is was. Or is. Wait. No, what I mean is, I don’t know why she’s there, but I’d really like her to not be there, and I’m not certain what the best course of action from this point would be.”

After tiredly rubbing his forehead, Hakuba Sr stepped around his desk and came to put a heavy hand on his son’s shoulder. “Son, are you trying to tell me something?”

Hakuba tilted his head, blinking once more in confusion. “Ah, yes… yes, that there’s a person in my room and I’d very much like there not to be…”

“No, I mean… are you trying to tell me something about yourself?”

The younger Hakuba stared, expression growing increasingly worried as the seconds ticked by. “…Huh?”

“Son, don’t tell me that you think that girls are… icky.”

“Icky? Why would I think that?”

Hakuba Sr set his jaw. “What I mean to ask, son, is… … and please don’t take this the wrong way… are you gay?”

Uh.

“Gay? No… no, I’m not, Dad.” Hakuba had long since decided that his father was not among the people who needed to know anything about his somewhat ambiguous sexuality. But again, technically speaking, his statement had not been a lie. “I’ve been out with plenty of girls. But I don’t see what this has anything to do with the one that’s currently in my bedroom. Will you help me or not?”

After giving a sigh of relief, Hakuba Sr patted his son’s shoulder again and nodded. “All right, all right… lead the way, let’s take a look at this hostage situation you’ve got going on.”

“Should I call for backup?”

“I… somehow don’t think that will be necessary, but if it makes you feel better, have your cellphone at hand.” He pushed past him and started down the hall, much taller son trailing closely behind him. 

“All… all right! I have my phone. I’m ready.”

“And for God’s sake, Saguru, stop acting like there’s a spider on your ceiling or something. Have a little dignity.”

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This is ridiculous… and he wonders why I’m never home…

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hannah-shikari:

you think I can put a dent on you?

really?

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leT’S TRY IT

“Nooo thank you. I’d rather not. I try to avoid… fights and violence and everything of that nature, particularly with women. I would be loathe if anything were to accidentally happen, and, honestly, I’m quite sure that I would end up more badly hurt than you in my attempts to get away, so… so, ah, no, let’s just… Let’s avoid this mess entirely, all right?”

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kaitouyahiko: I think I got a little bored….. Oops. “W-wait, since when was Kudou Yukiko my mother…?” “I approve of the elder Kudou-san’s cosplay. C’est magnifique!” “And, ah, Kohai! You turned out to be the adorable half-brit girl?” “HATTORI NO STOP! THAT THAT IS ILLEGAL. ILLEGAL.” “Oh… good god, Kudou-senpai, you are so… so, so cute…"