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In Another Life

Send “In Another Life” and I’ll tell you a fact about an AU version of my character.

In Mermaid AU, Hakuba meets Kaito the merman while fishing on a lake. Kaito’s searching for his BFF Shinichi, who was captured by hunters, and has been travelling up rivers for dAaAAYS and he’s SO HUNGRY. He decides to play pranks on Hakuba and systematically steals his entire lunch, all of the bait, and, accidentally, the pocket watch. Kaito returns is later while Hakuba is despairing over his campfire, and then is befriended by the detective when he feeds Kaito s’mores.

It was very cute.

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Lost Keys || osakandetectivehattori

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whiteknighthakuba:

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Hakuba was nearly unconscious by the time he got to his car. The world shifted around him, twisting the pavement beneath his feet. Still, somehow, he found the study metal frame of the rental car and pressed against it, breaths ragged. The young detective steadied himself, then reached into his pocket for the keys which… were not there. Frantic, he overturned each of his pockets, scattering their contents to the ground. 

Cell phone, pocket watch, wallet, loose change, half-empty pack of cigarettes, lighter, another pocket watch, handkerchief, pen, detective notebook, and a mint tin found themselves scattered at his feet. Still no keys. Hakuba tried the handle of the car in desperation but, being locked, didn’t budge. He coughed, pulling back to try breaking the window in, which only left him with a sore elbow and a frustrated sigh.

The others were still after him. He had his sample; he needed to get out of there and the keys had to be recovered. The particular key ring that had been lost would grant access to not only the car, but also the house, his gym locker, filing cabinet drawers, bedroom, safety deposit box, and so on. This wouldn’t do…

But even as he leaned back against the car, he was having trouble thinking clearly. Something about the lack of sleep, the mysterious strain he’d tested, and the blood loss made it difficulty for him to stand much longer, too. His vision blurred, the world tilted sideways and Hakuba found himself face first against the ground. He wasn’t sure who’d turned out the stars, but everything was getting dark.

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When Hattori got home he and his father were going to sit down and have a long conversation about ‘little errands’. Little errands did not mean flying to Tokyo. Little errands did not involve tracking down a stupid, stuck up annoying detective who should have been home, but wasn’t. Little errands did not mean walking all over the place – he missed his baby – and getting lost… sort of…

Apparently something was to be delivered to Superintendent General Hakuba. His father had been asked to do it, but the case that he was working on – and Hattori in secret – was keeping him busy. Instead of sending a lower ranked officer, he had dumped the task on Hattori, saying something about wanting him to “learn a little something from Hakuba”.

The hell could he learn from that arrogant ass?

Okay, maybe he was just in a really bad mood, but his feet were sore. He was tired, lost – not actually lost, he was never lost – and he just wanted to crawl into bed already. But no one knew where Superintendent General Hakuba was, and Hakuba himself wasn’t at home where he should have been.

So now Hattori was looking all over town for him.

Hattori was about to give up and just leave the files with the police station – if he could find it again – when low and behold, there was Hakuba.

Hattori had opened his mouth to call for the half-brit, but something in his gut stopped him. There was something wrong with the way Hakuba was acting. The way his body swayed, and the panicked look on his face. His feet started to move before his brain could catch up with his movements. It was then that he noticed Hakuba slipping.

He reached Hakuba a few moments after he hit the ground. Hattori dropped to his knees and gently shook the detective. 

“Oi, Hakuba!” Hattori whispered in a demanding tone. “Hakuba!”

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The voice startled Hakuba awake and he gasped, head turning quickly to take in his surroundings. The rental car. The blood. The items scattered on the ground…  He pushed himself up onto his hip, grimacing, then turned his attention to Hattori, taking just a moment to breathe before he reached for his shoulder.

“Hattori!” He hissed, then gathered himself under his feet, taking any assistance if offered. “What in the bloody hell are you doing here?!" 

Hakuba bit off a string of curses that ultimately came out under his breath as he struggled, back against the car, to get back to standing. He had to get the evidence to safety, had to get out of the area before they caught up, and he desperately needed his keys. 

But there really was something wrong with the half-brit. Something in his eyes, and the sweat that gathered that made his bangs curl and cling to his forehead. He gasped at the air, using the other teenager to steady himself, then stumbled, pitching forward into Hattori. "The keys. Help me find my keys. Please." 

It was a desperate plea from a ragged voice, and the blond detective huffed loudly, then shook his head. Too many lights. Too many floating lights. 

"The keys… I need… I need my keys." 

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osakandetectivehattori:

Hattori winced at Hakuba’s sounds of pain. He bit his lip, just to keep from whining, hating that he was hurting him. He closed his eyes, gently adjusting the other in his hold just enough so he didn’t slip and then headed towards the door. He’d left it open, which if someone were to come around would have seen him, but he was thankful that it was. The less jostling he had to do with the teen in his arms, the better.

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“‘m gunna ge’ ya outta here, okay?” Hattori kept his voice calm and as soothing as he could. “I know it hur’s, ‘m sorry, there’s nothin’ I can do ‘bou’ tha’ righ’ now.” He peeked down the hallway before retracing the steps he’d taken to get to the room, keeping himself as quiet as he could. “I need ya ta stay quie’ though, okay? If someones has come back, we dun wan’ them ta find us, so try as hard as ya can.”

“I’m…” Hakuba managed to breathe out the words, wincing as blood slipped from his lips to splatter against the floor. He was so tired. So very exhausted. “…try… ing.”  The words came with a bubble of crimson and Hakuba closed his eyes again, shuddering with every exhale. 

He would do all that he could to hold back the sounds that tore at his parched throat, but there was only so much he could do as his body twinged and ached, every single step of the way. 

Please hurry, Hakuba prayed in silence. Please… I can’t… I can’t hold on much longer. 

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osakandetectivehattori:

“Yeah, it’s me.” Hattori placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. “‘m gunna ge’ ya outta here.“ Hattori looked around the room before returning his Katana to it’s sheath. It was clear that Hakuba wasn’t going to be able to walk, not like this. He was going to have to carry him out of here, which meant he wouldn’t be able to have his katana in his hand if someone showed up.

He was going to have to be sneaky.

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“‘m gunna lif’ ya up an’ carry ya, okay? It’s gunna hur’ bu’ please bear with it.” Hattori’s voice was soft and quiet and attempted to be soothing, though he was unsure if that was working. He slid his arms underneath Hakuba in two places, one under his knees, the other under his back. He counted to three in his head before slowly lifting him up, trying to make this as painless as possible.

Hurt was an understatement. As Hattori pulled Hakuba into his arms, a cry escaped him, cut off with a sort of growl in his throat as he tried to silence it. At least he could comprehend the need for quiet, teeth clenched hard under quivering lips. The whine in the back of his throat that followed was one of tortured agony.

He hated looking this weak in front of Hattori; hated feeling this weak, but he had no choice. Muscles stiff and aching, he couldn’t even find the strength to do his part and hold onto the Osakan… he was utterly helpless, eyes clenched tight against the burning tears that gathered. 

Just making it out of the complex and to somewhere safe would be challenge enough as he was already feeling his consciousness slip under the heat of pain… but there was far worse between the detective pair and the any potential haven. 

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Hattori cursed and rushed over to Hakuba. He could see his chest moving, so he was still breathing. That didn’t stop him from worrying about the blood. He knelt down, using his Katana to cut the ropes holding the detective to the bed, and gently and slowly remove them from his wrists. Once they were out of the way, Hattori removed his shirt and gently placed it over the other, for some form of modesty, as he started to look him over.

Bloody nose, bloody lip, and a head wound. This was bad.

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Hattori ran gentle fingers along his arms and legs, checking for any broken bones before slowly, and gently, lifting an arm to slip it through the sleeve of the shirt. He was trying to cause as little pain as possible, but also knew that Hakuba would not be happy to be seen in such a state; though he really should get him out of here. The others didn’t seem to be back, but that could change at any minuet.

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The blond detective groaned the moment his arms were moved, and slowly came to while Hattori did his checks. His ribs, badly bruised on both sides, weren’t broken but they were very likely cracked. Hakuba hissed in pain as the shirt was put on him, and shivered immediately afterward at the sudden warmth.

He managed to turn his head toward Hattori, vague confusion seeping into his expression as he squinted up at him. “Ha… tto…”  was all that he managed to croak out from his raw throat, parched from lack of water and ample yelling. He didn’t look good, no… but at least they were still alone.  

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It had taken him two days, which considering the people behind it were good at covering their track, this was good. Hattori’s katana was grasped tightly in his hands as he slowly made his way through the house, clearing each room as quietly as possible. Finally he’d reach the last room, it was on in the back; a guest room. He slowly opened the door, Katana raised, ready for attack but nearly fell out of his hands as his eyes fell upon the sight of Hakuba. Naked. Tied up. On a bed.

Although the blood had dried, the patchy brown and crimson streaks remained under his nose, his mouth, and down his throat. Besides the bruises over his form, the worst of the damage appeared to be from the wound on the side of his head, evident by the blood-matted clump of hair.

Just seventeen hours previous, he’d been unconscious from the blow. Now he was just asleep, exhausted by his attempts to escape- which left his wrists raw and bleeding – the exposure, and the lack of water. As such, he didn’t stir when the door opened; only continued each raspy, shallow breath.

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“Hello?”

13. They’ve just been attacked.

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“H-Hattori!” The name came out in a ragged gasp, followed by a groan of pain. “I need you to do me a… a f-favor. I’ve tried the police but the power’s still out, all I’ve got is my phone and the-”  he paused, phone muffled against skin for a moment. “-he’s coming back. My father’s home, please hurry!”