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The Meaning of the Monocle

smokebombsandmirrors:

He felt him tremble and gripped the cloth of his jacket. When he felt his hands rub over his shoulders he shivered in both pleasure and a sudden spike of fear. His back was … to combat the nerves he pressed himself against the other, lifted his head to his name, and stared up into Hakuba’s face. “Yes?”

Before Hakuba let himself do anything else, he leaned forward, expression one of near panic as he – kissed the end of Kaito’s nose. He was just so nervous! He pulled back afterward, so ashamed, and reached for the bottle of wine. “MyGODweneedtogetthisopen here you do the honors I’ve a bottle opener somewhere and the, ah, glasses are here, yes, let’s… we can toast, even, if you like…”

He finally took a breath, attempting to pull out of Kaito’s grasp to escape around the other side of the wet bar’s counter. 

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wewillstartwiththeridingcrop:

For a second Sherlock was about to comment on the slight wince that Hakuba had made but decided against it. At this current time any emotion that was going through the young man’s mind was unimportant. Evidently he was as interested in solving this crime as Sherlock was so there was no need for either of them to get bogged down in conversations about their innermost thoughts. Upon the mention of the man being a detective too, Sherlock’s attention snapped back and his eyes settled gently on his face. “Oh, is that so? You’re a detective, eh? That would explain your meticulous note taking and keen eye for detail. It seems you are more interesting than I initially gave you credit for, Mr Hakuba. I cannot say I am not a little pleased to hear that. How I detest the ordinary people and their boring little lives. Being forced to interact with them is like watching a lethargic goldfish.” Sherlock frowned momentarily. “Perhaps you will be lucky and your presence here with me today will get you somewhere on your own investagation?”

 Taking a quick glance to check he was still heading toward the security building, Sherlock pulled his phone out of his pocket and quickly typed in the name the young detective had given him. If there was anything at all notable about his companion then he was sure it would be noted by someone on the internet. From his own experiences he was well aware that many details of a person’s life and reputation could be immortalized on a webpage in a far more immediate way than any newspaper was capable of.

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“That’s certainly a possibility,” Hakuba said, head tilting as he followed along, regarding the man who walked, he thought, with an admirable determination. Oh, such praise from Sherlock! He could hardly contain the tint of color on his face ash e blushed. Not five minutes spent with him, and already he’d been elevated from the common rabble of people. Was this how John felt? He must, keeping such incredible company, even though the tone of his blog was, at times, a little sarcastic. 

He mulled these thoughts over in his mind pleasantly, almost missing the other detective’s actions until it was nearly too late. Was he-? Oh god no. "Ah, Mr. Holmes! There’s no need for that, really,“ he cried in weak protest, preemptively lifting a hand to cover his face in embarrassment. "Really, my own work is inconsequential and not at all as pressing as your culprit!”

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But even typing ‘Sagu’ into a smart phone near London with the GPS activated brought up search suggestions, with full name, along with other helpful additions. ‘A Young Sherlock Holmes,’ ‘Up and Coming Detective,’ ‘Scotland Yard’s New Favorite?,’ ‘photoshoot,’ ‘austringer monthly,’ and so on.

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The first link was to an article reviewing the teenager’s latest case, in which the following statement had been highlighted on the left under a candid photo of Hakuba, in deerstalker cap, at a crime scene:

“Really, the key difference between Hakuba and Holmes,” said Lestrade with a smile, “is that the former has an agreeable personality!" 

Oh dear. So much for that. 

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A Tale of Rifles and Silver Bullets

okiya-subaru:

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A knock at the door woke him from his half-sleep. He got up and opened it to find Hakuba at the door. Grabbing the tub, he walked in and gestured for Hakuba to follow. Now to determine this matter for the moment at hand… He set it down in the kitchen and headed back to Hakuba.

“Open your mouth.” He was being gruff, but he wasn’t the most pleasant person when he just woke up. It took a bit for the niceties and politeness to work their way into his act.

“Pardon?” Hakuba asked, surprised at the blunt question, particularly after going through all of that effort on his errand. He frowned, wondering why in the world Subaru-san would even want- “Oh, to check my teeth?" 

The detective did as was requested, revealing nothing more than a normal – but very clean, healthy, and well maintained! – set of human teeth. Although he still considered this rude, at least it didn’t seem to be anything underhanded.

"By all accounts,” he said nervously after a moment, “I feel fairly normal. Just tired. Which, really, is likewise normal. We should get the blood packs in the freezer, however. I would be ashamed if any spoiled from simple negligence.”