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osakandetective:

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He was crouched low, staring at his prey as it bounded back and forth on the carpeted floor. The feathers frantically waving in the air is it took off into the air. But it was never there for long, it landed with a pronounced thump each time it hit the floor. The time was drawing near to strike and it caused his rump to rise slightly from his crouched position and wiggle a bit.

With a final thump of it landing is when Heiji finally pounced. Claws digging into his prey. Of course it wasn’t real and he cursed himself for falling for such a trick!

First off it was bad when he, Hattori Heiji the great detective of the west, got stuck as a cat in the first place. Things got worse when out of anyone in Tokyo, of course this had to happen in Tokyo the place was cursed, actually found him it happened to be Hakuba Saguru. The guy had the audacity to treat him like a regular cat.

Despite finding Heiji in a pile of his own clothes. His signature hat resting completely over him and the charm Kazuha had gotten him still around his neck. The guy just didn’t put the dots together! In fact Hakuba saw fit to mail the things back to Osaka. Or at least that’s what Heiji thought he did see the other detective put the things in a box but he didn’t know where that box went. 

Anyways it was humiliating and if Hakuba ever found out the truth the guy would never, never, let this go. The only plus was that Heiji was safe and warm during this rainy season and Hakuba had gotten the good cat food. 

Of course he’d put the dots together, but it was so much more fun to pretend that he hadn’t. After all, there was no point in wounding Hattori Heiji’s pride when he was in cat form – cats weren’t especially good at showing expressions on their little faces with the way that their muzzles were shaped – and he wanted to get the full effect for his efforts. 

Hakuba had never owned a cat before, but it was easy enough to find cat enthusiasts online who were more than willing to share their tips, tricks, and advice. Yes, the best cat food, the best toys, the best catnip, treats, little kitty bed, brushes, claw clippers, and so on… That way, though embarrassed he was sure that Heiji would be, he at least wouldn’t be able to claim that he’d been mistreated in any way. 

Humiliation through unconditional kindness was far, far better. 

The blond detective reached down to offer his hand to the current feline, rubbing fingers together in way of offering. “Come, little Tora-kun; let’s take a little break for the afternoon, shall we? We can watch the rain together from the window seat… perhaps cuddle in one of my quilts. Doesn’t that sound lovely?”

As much as he felt admittedly odd being so affectionate toward what he knew to be his rival and arch nemesis, he had to admit that cats had a certain warmth to them that he really enjoyed. It was probably the fluid quality to them… warm, fluffy bellies unhindered by rigid bone structure, letting them drape and stretch comfortably like a furry heating pad. Unlike his goldies, who while warm, had the habit of stepping all over him while trying to get comfortable. 

Cats were soft. Even Hattori cats. And Hakuba liked that.

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osakandetective:

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“Look all ya want want Hakuba, the show is free.” Heiji smirked before reaching to grab his jacket. The Osakan may have no shame but there was some secrets even he had. He pulled the jacket on. It didn’t cover all of his torso of course but it covered the what needed to be hidden.

“No thanks, not interested. I’m going to order some chinese takeout, instead. Ta-ta~!”

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osakandetective:

whiteknighthakuba replied to your post:“So, I might have gotten a bit reckless due to…

As Hakuba shakes his head. “Violence, of /course/… proving my point as usual…”

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"Listen here ya emotionally stunned Brit.” Hattori growled out. “Get it thru yer close mind that everyone is gonna be different. Yeah I’m hot-headed but I didn’t go around punchin people fer fun. These were criminals and they threw the first punch. I ain’t gonna stand there and get my ass handed ta me. They caught me in a bad mood so ya I hit harder then normal.”

The Osakan glared at the other detective before pointing a finger at him in an accusing fashion.

"I am who I am. I won’t bow ta anyone. Especially not some wanna-be Holmes who probably won’t even know what ta do when he actually felt something beside neutrality. An when ya finally loose yerself ta yer emotions that ya can’t handle because ya never dealt with them before. Then don’t expect me ta come cleanin up the crime scene.” 

"Do not assume that just because I have a calm demeanor that I am lacking emotion or feeling. On the contrary, I feel things quite passionately, but unlike you, I am able to control these emotions and express them in more appropriate ways. I don’t need my fists to denote that I am angry; that anger becomes fuel and motivation behind my decisions, resulting in action that is effective instead of mindless, physical outrage. 

"To allow yourself to harm another person… Doesn’t that seem directly contrary to the moral values that a detective ought to uphold? When is it ever acceptable to hurt someone? Not to mention that you’ve already admitted that you were lashing at through misdirected anger…

"Criminals or not, there are far better ways of dealing with people than giving in to your primal id. You’re supposed to be a genius, Hattori-kun. I’d like to see you use that intellect of yours some day.”

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Festival!

osakandetective:

He had lost her, of course he had. 

Kazuha was just one of those people that would get lost in the crowd or stop at a stall while the other continued on their way. There was no since of worrying since Kazuha did have her other friends with her. It was because of this fact that Heiji, although he would never admit it out loud, was glad he had lost her in the crowd. 

Just because they were friends with Kazuha doesn’t mean they were Heiji’s friends after all. In fact some of them could be a bit rude when Kazuha wasn’t looking but that hardly bothered the dark-skinned male. 

Anyways.

That was enough about them.

For now Heiji was going to enjoy the festivities, even if he had to do so by himself. So dressed in a dark brown yukata that had small stripes of light color going down it vertically. And a simple gold band wrapped around his hip. Heiji made his way through the crowds. He stopped at some of the stalls some to look at the wares and one to buy some takoyaki.

After a little bit his gaze wandered to the sky that was now splashed in an array of colors as the sun began to set. It was really a sight to behold even in the city of Osaka who responded by slowly lighting up as darkness began to descend.

Really he should have stopped walking when his gaze no longer lingered on his path because he bumped into someone. It snapped him out of his daze and he quickly went to apologize. But the words died in his throat when he realized who he had bumped into. There was no mistaking it with that blond hair of his and brown eyes.

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“Hakuba…”

Shit. 

Hakuba recognized the  voice long before he turned his head, his own apology stifled, suddenly, by the turmoil that ripped through his gut. Great. Of all of the people to run into, especially so quickly, it would have to be that Osakan brute Hattori Heiji. The one person he had absolutely dreaded in the whole damned bloody prefecture. 

But, social protocol dictated the he respond courteously to being addressed by name. He couldn’t just ignore it; that would be a gross misconduct of etiquette and he was not about to be branded a hypocrite by that so-called detective.

Though, even as the thoughts swept through the whirlwind that was his mind, Hakuba had to admit that the evidence stacked in his mental profile for Heiji contradicted his verdict. He knew very well that Heiji could be competent; he’d seen it in the numbers and first-hand at the Koushien, but still. Still. 

He put on a small smile, expression polite and mostly neutral, lowering his head in an appropriate and cordial bow. “Hattori-kun. What a coincidence. Apologies for bumping into you." 

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Festival!

Why. 

Why, why, why?

She’d come for the week. She’d insisted on doing something special. On reliving and rebuilding memories. It’ll be fun, she’d said. You’ll have a splendid time, she’d said.

Lanterns, food from street vendors, balloons, carnival-style games, traditional-style clothing, taiko drums, the works. A festival. Summer festival. They’d apparently gone to one when he was young – four years old? – before they’d left for England. He’d worn a little yukata, gotten lost in the crowd, tried to catch a turtle in the koi pond. 

“You. Will. Love. It.” She’d said. 

But what she hadn’t said was that it was being held in Osaka. 

One very long train ride down, listening to his mother’s rambling the entire way, Hakuba really only had one thing on his mind: would he be there? 

They’d checked into their hotel. She’d presented him with a brand new yukata, which was not unlike the one he’d worn when he was a little boy, and despite how tired he was, they’d gone out to join the celebration. The Superintendent General would join them ‘later,’ whatever that meant. Hakuba suspected that meant ‘not at all,’ but that was yet to be seen.

Ridiculous, he thought. Of the three of them, the patriarch was the only one who didn’t stand out in the crowd like a very tall, blonde tree. Not that Marion cared; she looked quite content showing off her oddly-accented Japanese, pretending to be a tourist. That was fine for her; she was a British citizen, after all.

But the young detective?

God help him if Hattori Heiji happened to see him there.