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“Its nothing to big. I just got shot. Stupid henchman.” He explained mildly irritated with the whole thing at the heist. “I am at home getting blood all over my couch, that’ll have to be reupholstered and I had to burn my uniform.”

Something about the whole situation seemed… off. Kuroba sounded tired, yes, but there was something else in the way that he spoke and in his mannerisms.

Hakuba halted at that, hands over one of the dress shirts on the hanger. “Pardon… you were shot? When did that happen? And why did you have to burn your uniform?" 

Frowning, he decided that there wasn’t time for his normal attire, and snagged one of his unworn t-shirts from the back to slip on, then the pair of forgotten jeans from the drawer. 

Hopping on one foot, he got dressed making his way back to the bed, holding the phone between his ear and shoulder. 

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Kaito blinked at the phone. Tailor? He was so confused “No, I don’t need a tailor. I need to stitch up my thigh.”

“Stitch up your…”   Hakuba blinked again, then pushed himself up into a sit when the realization hit him. “Are you injured? God, do you need to go to the hospital? Wait, no- I’m certain you wouldn’t…" 

He dragged the covers from himself, regretfully leaving the warmth of his bed to stumble to his closet.

"I’ve been trained in field medical… sutures, that sort of thing. Where are you?”

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“How good are you at sewing?”  Kaito asked quickly. 

“Sewing?” Hakuba repeated the question, grimacing as he flopped back onto his pillow, heaving a sigh. What was this nonsense? “I can replace buttons and hands-stitch for small repairs, but that’s about where my tailoring experience ends… are you in need of a tailor?" 

Blindly, he reached for the nightstand and pulled open the drawer, groping for his wallet.

"I’ve got my man’s phone number here… somewhere.. if you need a referral… why do you need this so late at night?" 

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Kaito grumbled and kept staring at his phone, more specifically the text he had gotten, from one that wasn’t supposed to be here.  A good 3 hours had past since the heist and he was well more than tipsy. He took another long swallow of whiskey and picked up his phone. 

To Hakuba Saguru: [text] I guess that is one way of looking at it. I don’t feel like a won anything. 

To Hakuba Saguru: [text]  ……. I keep seeing you. At the heist I saw you tonight. ….. That wasn’t the only time. I thought I saw you sitting at my kitchen table. Talk about a heart attack.  Ha ha …….. seriously ….. I wasn’t supposed to miss you

Kaito squinted one eye and pressed send. What would it matter? The one he sent it to wasn’t even here. He sighed and stretched out on to the couch. His leg was still hurting bad and he remembered that he need to finished putting the stitches in. He sat up then fell right back down.

Laughing he realized he was totally screwed. The room was swaying and he hands were flops. He began laughing harder and snagged his phone. To call his only friend. The one he had just shoved away to England.

By the time the texts chimed in on Hakuba’s phone, he’d been asleep for at least an hour or so. The wine had acted as a very nice sedative; easing his anxiety, dulling the pain, and letting him crawl into bed with only trace amounts of guilt for doing so without having confirmed Kid’s safety. It was like that at every heist, though; why should this be different?

Even so, he kept the phone close, and stirred when he heard the messages come in, phone vibrating once, then again. Out of habit, he pulled it over to him to read through bleary eyes, and only got through part of the first before his phone rang.

You tell me that you’ve got everything you want,
And your bird can sing,
But you don’t ge-

“Hullo…?” Hakuba answered before the custom ringtone could finish, squinting in the dim light of the clock on his nightstand. Why was Kaito calling him this late? “Kuroba-kun?”

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Kaito did receive the text and it was far earlier than Hakuba would expect. He could feel it vibrate in the inside pocket of his jacket over his heart. The night’s air was cold and he was starting to sweat. He glance down at his thigh and cursed. Snake’s henchman had caught him good this time, far better than any other. He also remember the way the man arms wrapped around his chest. Shuddering he can to the conclusion that this uniform just needed to be burned.

On a different note one person he thought he saw was Hakuba.  The car was familiar and so was the blonde half draped over it but Hakuba should be in England. He WAS in the UK right? Kaito felt his gut drop and slowly landed onto the roof of his own home. A small notched marked where the hatch opened at. Carefully he lifted the small circular and drop down inside the lair, into the warmth.

He had been seeing things. Things that he wanted to be true. His uniform was removed and thrown into the large metal trash can that sat near the work table. He hissed when he began peeling away the kevlar suit and vest and nearly cried when the material pulled at the wound. Once off he left the suit and vest there and locked up the secret room. Limping around his bed room  with his phone in between his teeth he pulled on a pair of underwear and a much too big shirt and carefully made his way to the bathroom for the first aid kit, then down stairs for the Whiskey.

Once through the gate of his father’s property, Hakuba pulled out his phone to check for messages, and tossed it into the passenger seat when he found none. He went round to the back of the house and down into the underground parking area, which was more like a showroom for his father’s collection of expensive cars, and pulled into his marked area with yet another sigh. What a pointless waste of time that had been. 

He stretched, grabbed the mobile, and slipped out of the car with nothing more than a yawn for commentary. If he’d been in London, there would have been an attendant waiting for him, but the home in Ekoda only employed three others beside Baaya, and none of them would be in at this hour. 

Hakuba made his way through the silent house, footfalls padding on the marble flooring til he came to his bedroom, unlocking the door with the quiet jingle of his keys. It wouldn’t be enough to wake Baaya, he knew, but he didn’t want to take any risks.

The suit jacket came off the moment he stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him, and draped it over the plush recliner. The bottle of wine was still there, mostly untouched, and he poured himself a new glass before walking to the bath, loosening the knot in his tie along the way. Such a miserable night… 

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He didn’t know what it was. A light prickle came across his skin. As the task force leaped for him he launched his body up and over, barely tapped one of the cases with his foot and propelled behind the rookie. Sure enough the man leaned back and reached in an attempt to grabbed him. KID kept going and soon the man was sprawled flat on his back when he fell of the case.

KID skirted and slowly opened the case. The Lords crest was nestled in the velvet cushion and gently he reached in and lightly stroked the silver broach. The golden color moon stone was rare and not a lot of information was found on it but it was big. KID let it rest in his palm and calculated the weight.

“damn it KID!" 

It was the rookie again. He slid left and watched the young man slam into the display case and knocked the wind out of him. KID winced and ran towards the window with most of the task force behind him. Never stopping he walked up the window and flip over their head just in time to see them all slam into one another.

He actually managed to walk out calmly towards the roof this time. The prickly feeling he got was still there. It was like a live wire just barely floating above his skin. The roof was just as bare as the upper floors and dejection had a lovely little bite. Moving to the edge he smiled at the audience. The Task Force was make there way up he knew them well enough that they’ll be racing to get to him.

Going to turn away he quickly froze and looked again. There was … it couldn’t be… Kaito stared down at Hakuba. Shocked he stumbled back into the young rookie from before. Arms wrapped around his chest and nearly hoisted him off his feet. He grunted and used the backwards moment to flip over the TF member. 

"Hand over The Lord’s Crest, KID!”

He paused and took a really long look at him. “I think not and tell your boss to shove it.” 

He snapped his fingers and a very sudden loud scream shot into the sky. The massive explosions from the fire works banged over head and distracted the henchman long enough for KID the race towards the side and dive over.

There was a lightly different pop and he felt a sting over his thigh. Glancing over his shoulder he watched the idiot get tackeled to the ground and Nakamouri’s traditional string of colorful words. He glanced at Hakuba, expression neutral, then banked for home. 

Fireworks. A nice touch. Bit showy, but it made for a splendid diversion, and always went over well with the rabbling crowd. Hakuba leaned back, sighing as he watched the thief make his escape with the colorful backdrop, listening to the screaming fangirls and wild applause. 

It was no surprise to him that Kaitou Kid escaped; he always did. It didn’t matter if he was there, if Edogawa-kun was there, if some ridiculously violent European agent was there. Hakuba sighed, waiting until Kid was no longer within his line of sight before rolling off of his car and to his feet, slipping into the driver’s seat. 

After starting the car- and startling the milling crowd as they began to disperse -Hakuba fished out his cellphone and hesitated before typing out a text message, just on the off-chance that it might result in something, though he had no idea what.

To Kuroba Kaito: [text] Another victory, it seems. How many lucky artifacts do you take with you, anyway?

He knew that it would be a little while before Kuroba was likely to get it, so he put his phone away and began the long and irritating drive through traffic back home. 

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The heist seemed way too easy now. Kaito watched the task force through the thin disguise. They were all packed in the gallery and listening to Nakamouri- keibu bark out orders. He smiled and thought well at least that never changes. Taking careful aim he shot a card towards another display case bottom. Two more were shot off and with timing being everything he fired the last one. It sunk into the glass top and cause Nakamouri to look at it closely. He pressed a small light weight trigger and the cards exploded revealing a heavy layer of sleeping gas. 

With his mask dawned KID whistled threw the staggering task force. Stepping up to Nakamouri he watched the last bit of smoke dissipate. His mask disappeared in a simple swipe of his arm and he grinned at the inspector. 

“Thank you, inspector. Now why don’t you lay down. Fighting it will only make you sick.” KID purred and waited for the man’s legs to buckle so he could get to the display case he was currently trying to protect.

“Get .. . him … any one…” Nakamouri stumbled and slowly slide to the floor.

There were still a god amount of the task force left that didn’t receive enough gas. They were wobbly and determined but they were also nervous to get near him. They knew his tricks and he knew theirs. A loud thunk caught his attention and to his surprise he watched a newbie drape himself over the case.

“Y-you’re not go-going to get this!”

KID blinked in shock at the bold statement.. “Really now?”

“Yes!”

As if the bold moves of the new guy lite a fire in the remaining task force KID let his grin never falter. The only counter measure was a simple act in standing onto the balls of his feet.

Tension held strong and they stared at each other. Finally someone shifted and there was royal chaos as the task tripped over each other and lunged for the thief. KID dodge and ducked and wove his way over and under people. Each one just a hairs breath from touching him. He laughed playfully and they suddenly found that they had all switched places with KID standing as if he had never moved.

A quiet collected thought passed through the minds of the Task force. ‘We have to do this together.’ KID shifted ever so slightly and waited for the lunge. They did and he smiled.

Hakuba kept the radio on as he drove, feeling almost nothing from the alcohol he’d had. It had been cheap; something Baaya had picked up for cooking, but it had seemed more appropriate than breaking into his scotch. At least pre-heist. It sounded like Kid’s activities were going well, as usual, and the Kaitou Kid Task Force was failing… also as usual. 

It really seemed to make little difference whether he was there or not. Nakamori-keibu never listened to him, anyway, and the incompetence of the team made it nearly impossible to get anything done regardless. 

He parked a little ways back from the crowd, watching it from his car as he considered, again, what the bloody hell he was even doing there. It all seemed pointless, now.  Once out of the car, he moved out in front and leaned on the hood, watching from the background. The fans did their usual screaming of excitement, just waiting for the thief’s grand exit, battling with the crowd control. 

Would Kid even notice that he’d shown up, even though he wasn’t really participating? Hakuba pushed back the shades he wore, slipping them up into his messy blond hair, rolling his shoulders back as he got comfortable in his casual lean.