Tag Archives: rp

by

easternsass:

image

“Now that you mention it…there really was one…before.” So that was the case, huh? Well, Kogoro-Occhan did certainly had a client before concerning a drug dealer. Though, Conan couldn’t quite remember well who. “But…it was long ago, I guess. Hmm…” Since it was an easy hook-off case, he didn’t really bother to plant it in his mind. Though, he was certainly sure there was before. Putting a finger to his chin as he carefully thought of and tried to remember who it was that asked Kogoro-Occhan for the case, he became silent for a moment.

Ahh, no good, no good! I couldn’t remember the name of the person who asked for Occhan’s help with the case!

Letting out a sigh, Conan then started kicking off his ball again as he told the older teen detective with his back turned against him the words, “Hey, Hakuba-san. How about we go back to the agency now? It’s always the best if you ask Occhan directly yourself.” And of course, with a cheeky tone attached to his voice accompanied by a boyish grin.

“That sounds like a wonderful idea, thank you Edogawa-kun.” Hakuba straightened up into a stand at that, taking a moment to adjust his suit jacket and tie. He wasn’t particularly excited about having been sent to retrieve the information from Mouri-san, but at least seeing the promising young detective made it somewhat more bearable.

“I’ll follow your lead, if you don’t mind. But, tell me, have you been up to any interesting cases lately? I’ve been watching the newspapers for more of your exploits… Great work, incidentally, with your consistency in stopping that rotten Kaitou KID from his dastardly deeds. I’m truly impressed.”

by

DATE-O START! || akaikujixyaku

akaikujixyaku:

image

What could she say? Well, in all honestly, she could have just said no, but a journalist, who recanted the ventures of others, was only as good at telling other’s stories as they were at telling their own. And, maybe, she just liked talking to him. That too seemed perfectly logical. (Nervousness made it hard to know when to be quiet, and when to speak up). “Ah yes, I think you’ll find that sugary desserts have served as the hero in many tales of my life.” Though, perhaps, my hips and stomach aren’t so grateful for their recurring appearances in the story. Oh gosh he was such a sweetheart- she nibbled her lower lip thoughtfully while grinning, taking his hand, and climbing out of the car with his chivalrous aid. 

Her fingers rested in his for perhaps a few seconds longer than necessary, but not awkwardly so, withdrawing in a gentle, polite fashion as she straightened out her dress.

“Hh-hmm, I don’t find that shameful at all! I’ll be glad to fully enjoy the experience with such charming company." She noted in reply to the first part of his dialogue, as they casually began making their way towards the entrance. (Their pace was not ludicrously slow, just leisurely- unhurried). "Well ice cream certainly isn’t a bad offering… but, one very important mystery, hmm?

I’m sure it’ll exasperate all of my considerable talents to puzzle it out, Hakuba-janarisuto.”

"It’s a fairly simple mystery, you might be pleased and disappointed to know, but one that I have often wanted a second opinion on. Alas, I’ve never had anyone that I trusted enough to consult with on the matter.”

Hakuba lead the way to the museum’s entrance and paid the pair’s fee without comment. Perhaps because he was too busy enjoying their conversation, though it was mostly that he didn’t want to call any attention to the matter of finances. 

“I think that, of all people that I could consult with, you are best suited – ah, after you, Himura-san,” he gestured for her to go ahead. “Ahem, best suited, as it is a tad… literary in the fairy tale sense. Thus,”  the detective’s next gesture was to the direction of the ancient history section. “…to the dinosaurs!" 

by

A Tale of Rifles and Silver Bullets

okiya-subaru:

image

“Thank you and I appreciate the offer.” That would indeed be helpful.

“As I passed out because the vampire in question was near-starving, from what I could tell, I can only give you a maximum approximation. About four hours at most.”

Shuichi stretched, as much as he could for being a tiny bat and not wanting to fall on his face. He would change back soon, after Hakuba left. Showing up naked in front of his student would probably break his brain more than it already was broken. [And the age gap was really uncomfortable for him, all in all.]

image

“Four hours…”  Hakuba tapped his chin with his index finger, then nodded and carefully moved to stand. Wobbly at best, it took him a moment or two to get his bearings, frown firmly fixed on his face. “Four hours, minus the fifteen to twenty minutes I’ve been sitting here, recovering… should be enough if I pull a few strings…”

The words trailed off in a mumble as the detective paced back and forth in front of the couch, steps slow, head clearing. Then he stopped, fist in hand, resolute and determined.

“Right then. I will return momentarily. Enjoy your little transformation. Try not to bite anyone else in the meantime, please.”

This said, he left straightway for the door to let himself out.

by

Roses

themoonlightthief:

image

So it seemed he hadn’t. It was a little disappointing – as well as a slight relief at the same time – but he supposed those little messages had been rather vague, despite their simplicity, compared to the notes and gifts. Especially if one didn’t know what to look for or how to read them.

Perhaps he should give Hakuba a hint before he left.

“Stalking?” A light, playful hum left his lips and he grinned, head tilting to the side as a glint of something settled in his eyes. “Oh, I wouldn’t call it that, exactly. I was merely keeping an eye on you. That’s all. Though, really…”

Smile fading slightly, he continued; “You need to take better care of yourself, detective.”

“That’s what I’ve heard. But, honestly, how am I to keep up in such a competitive field of I don’t work as hard as I possibly can?” Hakuba, momentarily distracted from the very important previous discussion, watched the thief with a genuinely serious expression. 

“I know that health is important and all that, but what’s the difference of a few hours of missing sleep here, or a missed meal or two there?" 

Of course, as he said it, Hakuba realized just how silly it sounded. He turned his head to the side, making more of an embarrassed pout than anything.

"Right, well, point taken. The thesis statement of your messages combined seems rather clear, now. Unless you’ve anything to add?”

by

Hospital Hospitality || shsl-queenofcakes

shsl-queenofcakes:

Karin gazed at him as he bashfully continued speaking, rambling a bit in his nervousness. When he finished his explanation of his behavior off with a question directed at her, she answered by leaning forward and kissing his cheek with an affectionate smile.

image

“Hakuba-kun,” she began, her tone laced in fondness, “I’m going to be fine. I would tell you if it were something life-threatening. I trust you, it’s just…ah, it’s nothing. I don’t know. I’m sure you and your fabulous detective-ing skills could deduce it, but I’ll have to ask you not to. It’s not even a big enough deal for me to be in the hospital in the first place,” she visibly lied through her teeth. “My father is just overly concerned. Enough about that, though, tell me about you, your day. Cheer me up.”

Satisfied that she’d sated his curiosity, the little fragile thing of a baker laid back against her pillows and threaded the fingers on one hand through his absentmindedly, apparently fearing he’d leave now that he had some information.

image

“I’m loathe to deny the request of a lady, particularly one who needs the aforementioned cheer. I’ll stay out of it. As for my day, well, I went to several meetings this morning concerning a rash of new cases regarding gang activity,” he wet his lips, considering,  "…and spent two or three hours in court to provide testimonies for some others. At least I can say that I’ve only had to do one short pile of paperwork thus far, though I know that there’s more waiting for me at the office…“ 

He smiled for her, glancing away from their entwined fingers to watch her face. If he had a pony for every time someone asked him to not investigate their secrets (which only served to make them more interesting), he would have far too many ponies than was reasonably safe or zoned for his father’s estate. Though, honestly, he wondered if even the acres of land at his mother’s home in England would be enough. Alas, such was the life of a detective.

by

Autumn Afternoons

koizumiakako:

image

“Not at all. Please,” she answered, gently patting the space to her left and sliding her bag out of the way. She carried it mostly because it was cute, but it was actually rather handy for holding her pencils. Much easier than explaining how she carried all of her items without a backpack. People had grown far too nosy for their own good.

In actuality, Hakuba had surprised her by being the first to initiate contact after their little… squabble. He was generally just as stubborn as she though perhaps he was changing in more ways than she had anticipated. She kind of liked the idea of that. It made it easier on her.

The detective nodded his thanks, then settled down next to her. Well, he was careful to leave at least fifteen inches between them, but that was close enough. Shifting his schoolbag into his lap, he kept his eyes on the contents while he rummaged, which made it easier for him to speak.

Only he couldn’t think of what to say. 

What could he say to her? Why had he thought it a good idea to approach her in the first place? Finally on decent terms, with at least a couple of pleasant interactions between them since their last fight… why was he daring to meddle with that?

“Are your studies going well?” The question, blurted out, was as generic and unsatisfying as it could possibly be – with the exception of discussing the weather, perhaps, but with a witch as the conversation partner even that might have been interesting.

by

A Tale of Rifles and Silver Bullets

okiya-subaru:

image

“…Hospital. May I ask why you’re asking me that?” He scratched an ear with a wing. If it was what he thought it was, then that could be useful. Wouldn’t have to go out attacking people, at least…

“I’d like to provide you with a ready supply in order to keep you from repeating your earlier faux pas. It could come in handy for myself, as well, depending…” He pulled the ice pack from his neck and set it aside, adjusting the collar of his dress shirt in an attempt to hide the bandage.

Said attempt was unsuccessful, so he turned his efforts to loosening his tie. "How long was it between your being bitten and having turned? All that I feel thus far is light-headed.“

by

+whiteknighthakuba

notallcatsaregood:

The thief kept moving, ears perked for any sign of movement from the neighboring rooms as he scanned the area. Hm. Looked like he’d entered one of the guest rooms. Clean. Tidy. Barely used, from what he could tell. And no valuables anywhere in sight.

Well. That was fine. He had the rest of the place to check out, after all, and plenty of time to do so.

Grin stretching wider as the familiar excitement of sneaking through someone’s home and trying not to get caught washed through him, he silently pushed the door open and peered out into the hall – only to freeze, body going perfectly still as his gaze locked onto one of the residents’ moving form.

Perhaps he’d been wrong.

It seemed not everyone was asleep, after all.

Unlike the other detectives in his circle, Hakuba did not possess some unearthly talent that allowed him to be ten or fifteen steps ahead of whatever perpetrator he happened to come across. However, as paranoid as he often was, he did have the sense to listen to his investigator’s instinct when something felt… off. 

Hakuba tilted his head, noting the vague shape of the side of the door in the dark. He slowed to a stop and studied it.  All doors were shut as part of the nightly rounds, yet this had been opened.  Its surface was not flat with the others and thus, was wrong. Someone had been about, and in one of the guest rooms, no less. 

The detective sighed. He had no weapons on him, no means of defense. The baseball bat was by the front door. The crowbar in his room. His gun in the lockbox under the window seat. Everything else was ornamental or hidden in the very secure bedroom of his father. 

“If you’re here,” he said quietly. “and not my special guest, I’m going to ask you, politely, to leave. There’s nothing here worth stealing, and if the breach alarm is tripped, it’ll bring the whole police force here startlingly fast." 

Then he waited, listening. Wondering, in the back of his mind, if he was yet again speaking to no one. It was an occurrence that happened more often than he’d like to admit. 

by

kaito-kuroba1412:

He slowly closed the door , his smile growing , before than his look raised up untill to meet Hakuba’s look . During some seconds , he doesn’t moved , looking at him with a kind of pleasuring look .

Then , he finally decided to approach him , right letting the time to Hakuba to wait for him . And stopped in front of him , looking at him from head to feet again , before finally act .

With a quick move , he made him fall on the bed , as he doesn’t waiting any seconds for follow him . Keeping himself just above Hakuba , as their body was almost touching , he smiled again more .

“ Let’s the show begin ~ ” he whispered into his ear .

After this sentence , he deeply kissed him , doesn’t wainting any seconds for him to retake his breath .

Hakuba had expected a kiss; it was Kaitou KID after all, and that’s what Kaitous did. At least as far as he had observed by attending the heists, the Phantom Thief had often wriggled his way out of difficult situations by slathering some of that infamous charm of his on his fans. A kiss on the hand here, an innocent touch there. The occasional lip to lip contact, too; whatever he needed to do in order to escape, survive, and fight another day. 

So, no. When Kaitou looked at him, the detective offered a small sort of smile. He’d readied himself to taste what many others potentially had (did it count if Kaitou wore a mask?), but he had not expected the full effect of the thief’s efforts. 

Without warning, he found himself on his back, staring up at Kid with the faint expression of surprise. He barely had time to process what Kaitou’d even said (his mind kept stuttering over the potential implications of that well-worn phrase) before the kiss began. But it wasn’t long at all before he forgot to be concerned about that.

by

Shadows || themoonlightthief / camiechan

camiechan:

themoonlightthief:

“Hakuba!”

This was a nightmare. It had to be. There was no other way to explain it – not the shadow, not the way Hakuba’s hand had just gone through his throat like it wasn’t even there – and Kaito just wanted to wake up, to have the horrified panic and pure fear pulsing through him wash away in place of hope and relieved laughter. 

He wanted to pinch himself, but he knew it wouldn’t break this nightmarish reality, no matter how much he wanted and needed it to. Why was this happening? 

Moving as quickly as his body allowed him to, he grabbed for one of the remaining fireworks, lit it up, then threw himself towards the shadow’s visible limbs, shoving the burning wick into the bubbling mass of darkness. He didn’t know if it would be enough to get rid of the damn thing entirely – actually, previous tries had proven that it wouldn’t be enough, no matter how much he hoped for it to be – but, hopefully, it would be enough to make the damn thing let go of the detective. 

A nightmare. 

A nightmare he brought here. 

He never should have opened that damn box. 

The shadow grasped tightly around the blonde’s neck, the look of fear and panic feeding its lust. The desire to strangle the very life slowly and painfully out of the victim in its grasp.

Then there was a loud shriek, the sudden light of the fireworks that had escaped its notice before burned the shadowy mass and melted it away as it growled and hissed; retreating into the darkness of a nearby shadow and disappearing from their field of vision. Though is dark presence still lingered, filling the room with a sickening atmosphere.

Slowly the room started to fill with a dark but thin mist, seeping into the furniture and hanging in the air like an almost unseeable smog.

In the wake of fiery pain and the terrifying inability to breathe, Hakuba did little but gasp when the shadowy hands were finally removed. At least for four or five seconds, eyes wide and staring at the ceiling overhead. The moment that his mind processed that he could, again, successfully pull oxygen into his lungs, he scrambled to sit up and throw himself at Kaito, arms reaching to wrap around his shoulders in a panic.

“What-” gasp “-the bloody-” wheeze “-fucking HELL?!”  

He saw the marks on Kaito’s neck, the matching set on his own throat still stinging from the attack. It struck him, then, that as much as he wanted to bury his face against the other boy’s shoulder, whatever that thing had been was probably still lurking. He turned his head, eyes wide again, searching the area immediately around them, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Alas, his vision clouded as the dark dog settled in.