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notallcatsaregood:

Sylwen grinned, slyly, pulling the window open and silently slipping inside with a grace and swiftness not unlike an actual cat. It was quiet and dark and he imagined everyone had to be asleep by now. Which meant it was the perfect time for him to move.

He walked with soft, light steps through the room, goggles over blue eyes and set on nightvision, giving him a perfect view of the area. Rich, definitely. As if the yard and outside of the house alone hadn’t been enough of a clue.

Perfect.

Ah, unfortunately for the slinky cat burglar, another perfectionist stalked the halls and rooms in the darkness. Although he should have been sleeping, Hakuba Saguru was not well-known for his adequate efforts for shut-eye. Without shoes, the detective’s socked feet made little sound as he moved. Not that he was actually looking for anything in particular that night; his patrol was more of anxious habit than anything, and he focused on the silence only in hopes of drowning his thoughts out. 

Without night vision goggles of his own, though, it was only a matter of time before he would run into something – or someone – whether they were aware of it or not. 

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Shadows || themoonlightthief / camiechan

camiechan:

He shook his head, breathing through his nose as he tried to push the nausea down, away, because throwing up – again – was not on the list of things he wanted to do right now. He didn’t have time for it. Not when—

Eyes once more snapping open, he quickly scanned the area, gaze carefully darting over the floor, the walls, and every visible object and surface. Movement in the corner of his eye made the magician’s breath catch in his throat, but when he turned his head to look, there was nothing there. Imagination? Possibly. But then again, maybe not.

“N-no, no ambulance, I—” Kaito swallowed, attention returning to Hakuba. It hurt to speak and he was still feeling disoriented and dizzy – more so than he was comfortable with – but he still managed a small grin, forcing any hints of pain away as he pushed himself up to a sitting position. “I’m fine. I just had a bit of an accident with a…a new trick. Sorry for worrying you.”

Alright. Maybe he was more out of it than he thought. 

For a moment, Hakuba’s hand had looked almost transparent. But that, if anything, had to be his imagination. Right?

The terror on the thief’s face was enough to move the shadow into action once again. Lusting for more screams of agony it closes upon the two, quietly snaking behind the blonde. More memories surfaced, more desire to see the horror on it’s target, more hunger.

The shadow coiled the half brit’s leg, silently and barely visible it moved upward. Then shadowy hands materialize around its victim’s neck, repeating the same burning sensation it had with the other. Bubbling darkness burning like acid over skin and it drags him to the floor; choking him of the oxygen he needed to breathe.

Hakuba sat back at Kaito’s reassurance, though he was utterly unconvinced. Looking over the other boy again, the foreign detective frowned and sighed, watching him sit up straight. That was certainly better than before, he reasoned, so he couldn’t have been that badly off, right? 

Still yet unaware of the creeping shadow that moved up his leg and body, Hakuba cracked a smile of his own, brow raising to give him a quizzical appearance, as if he were preparing to give the thief a lecture.

“It’s nothing, really… I’m, ah, honored that you thought to come to me.” The admission came with a bit of a creeping blush and a small, shy smile. “Are you certain that you’re all right? You know, I’ve heard that practicing new magic tricks on your own is a good way to get ki-”

The words cut off abruptly with a strangled cry of surprise and pain. “Wh-what is-?!” Hands reached for his throat to pull of whatever had him, but while his right hand recoiled immediately from the burning, his left hand went right through his throat.

He barely had time to process this before he was forced backward, tumbling from his position on the floor to press with back against the hard, polished marble with a smack. With the wind already knocked out of him from the fall, the choking quickly filled him with fiery panic. All attempts to pry the hands from himself were met, again, with nothing but frustration and blistering heat.

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A Tale of Rifles and Silver Bullets

okiya-subaru:

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Drinking tea again? Goodness, this boy was British. “…It’s best to keep calling me Subaru. Anyway, there was a reason why we initially came to Japan. We were hunting for an operative that goes by the name of Vermouth. She did quite a bit in the US and headed off to Japan.

“We got clearance to work within the country to track her down and bring her back to be tried in the US. Unfortunately, she’s eluded our grasp at every turn. She’s a cunning one, though I did manage to deal with her lackey, Calvados. Broke his legs, but he killed himself to avoid being captured… That’s a recurring motif with the Black Organization. Everyone in it, when they know that they’re going to be captured and cannot weasel their way out, commits suicide.”

He could go into details about why that was the case, but he figured he shouldn’t overload his student’s brain even more just yet. [Namely a mixture of a cult-like brainwashing practice and terrifying people about the consequences of snitching to the police, federal agents, and so forth.]

“Anyway, though the FBI are still in Japan to deal with the Black Organization, I am not sure about if they have any other agents as their targets. I don’t have access to that sort of information and, though Kudou may hear a bit more, I doubt they’d just tell him, unless he explained everything to them, which is something he’d almost never do.”

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The detective paused momentarily at the mention of ‘Vermouth,’ eyes narrowing ever so slightly before he continued to sip his tea. When it was finished, he leaned forward to set the cup on the table, then leaned back to continue soaking in every detail dispensed by his bat sensei. This he did while forcing himself to avoid the temptation of making playful references to him truly being the night and so on. It was difficult, but he managed. 

In the end, he nodded, lips pressed into a thin, thoughtful line. 

"I must admit that I’m incredibly curious about this ‘Vermouth’ that you speak of, as well as the other intricacies of your work with the FBI… however, before I ask for more details about that, I do need to ask. Do you prefer your blood from the hospital or black market?" 

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Shadows || themoonlightthief / camiechan

camiechan:

themoonlightthief:

It’s dark. 

No sound. Nothing to see. And no pain. 

Wait. 

Why would he be in— 

…Oh.

Slowly, fragmented pieces of memories flooded back into his mind – a kiss to the back of his hand, a much too familiar smirk, roses, and then glowing red eyes, burning flesh, can’t breathe, can’t move, overwhelming nausea, thorns, pain—

The touch against his abused throat sent a sharp stab of pain through Kaito’s body and that was all it took to make his eyes snap open again with a sharp gasp, gaze wildly darting around, hazy, unfocused, terrified, before settling on the familiar blonde above him.

He stared. 

“Ha—“ A wave of nausea forced him to stop, a shaky hand clamping over his mouth as he rolled onto his side, gagging, eyes clenching shut and teeth biting down on his tongue in an attempt to stop himself from throwing up all over the detective’s floor. 

H-how had he—

No, no, no, Hakuba wasn’t supposed to be, couldn’t be—

What if that shadow, that thing, was still…

What if it went after Hakuba too?!

The shadow waited and watched.  Eying it’s target as he was lifted into the house and the door was locked. As soon as the two were out of sight the shadow let out a raspy chuckle and slipped under the door, fading into the shadows of the house and moving about silently across the floor and up the walls.

The new party that had intervened intrigued it, something within the memories pulled from the thief was the familiarity of this other person. It fueled the shadow more as it lingered around the two; for once interested in a second target brought on by the desire to engorge itself on more suffering.

Yet for the moment it waited….and watched.

Unaware of the danger and true nature of the panic, the detective settled down on the floor next to Kaito, watching cautiously as he stirred. 

"Shh, Kuroba-kun, it’s all right.” Since there was, in fact, a pulse – handy, since he was conscious again, Hakuba moved his hand to the other boy’s shoulder and ran his palm over it. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you. What happened? Shall I call for an ambulance?" 

The pain and fear being displayed by the illustrious phantom thief was not something that Hakuba was used to. It scared him, in fact. More than his faintly transparent left hand that had at least maintained corporeal qualities for the time being. He just hoped that Kaito wouldn’t notice.

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A Tale of Rifles and Silver Bullets

okiya-subaru:

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“I am not sure about what KID knows, but I doubt Kudou would have told him anything in detail and I didn’t get much of a chance to talk to him. Then there’s Shiho… She was originally a member of the Black Organization, a scientist. I knew her before she became a traitor and ended up shrunken down, much like Kudou. She’s currently next door, going by the name of Ai Haibara.

"On top of that, there is professor Agasa, and both Yuusaku and Yukiko Kudou. Yukiko’s rather nice when she visits. Seems Yuusaku’s usually running from editors, as I haven’t seen him around and Yukiko occasionally talks about it. Those are people who are aware of Kudou and aware of the Black Organization. Aside from Kudou and Shiho, you’re the only one aware that I’m Shuichi, as I intend to make sure only those who need to know are aware of my being alive.”

He frowned slightly. Even then, Shiho deduced it because of his similar language and mannerisms. Hakuba wouldn’t have this knowledge and Kudou set up some of the details of the feigned death. As for the others, they just had to listen to Kudou vouching that he wasn’t Black Organization, because he was still very… shady.

“The FBI agents James Black, Andre Camel, and Jodie Santemillion are aware of the Black Organization and are here to deal with them, but they are unaware of my being alive and unaware of Kudou’s state. They also think I’m dead and they must continue to, otherwise an undercover agent could get killed if things play out a certain way.”

Ah, more information. Nice, concrete details like names, relationships, organizations, occupations. Hakuba could work with this. He stored it all away, taking mental notes as he listened to the tiny bat talk, returning to his tea once he was satisfied with the position of the ice pack on his neck. 

“So you’ve even got the FBI on your side; that’s quite interesting, Subaru-san… or Shuichi-san? Which name do you prefer that I call you?" 

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The shadow craftily steers you toward a dead ended neighborhood. The well to do houses loomed ominously in the night with nothing but the light of the moon cast on them. The street you were now on was an eventual dead end and the shadow quickly advances upon you, the boiling, hissing puddle drawing ever closer.

camiechan:

themoonlightthief:

He’s not going to last, he knows that, the darkness smoothly, swiftly, spreading across his vision making that all the more obvious. But he can’t stop. Stopping means getting killed and he rather likes living, thank you, but—

The world is tilting. Or perhaps it’s just him. He’s not entirely sure at this point. 

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Safe, safe, safe, have to get someplace safe. 

Kaito turns, suddenly, mustering up the last of his strength to sprint into one of the yards belonging to— to someone, up the driveway and towards the front door – the house looks so familiar, why does it look so familiar, is it another mind trick, why – as fast as his legs can carry him. But then they’re buckling beneath him and he lets out a hoarse yelp, fingers just barely having enough time to curl around the door’s handle in an attempt to catch himself – but it’s no use, he can’t see, can’t hear, can’t feel, oh, but at least that’s a relief and—

And then his mind and body shuts down and he collapses below the front door. 

It’s prey has stopped moving, his slowing heart beat is like music to the shadow. It rears up again, following up the driveway slowly, enjoying every second. It’s target is so close within it’s reach so close- Wait, no, there is another smell approaching. The shadow backs off again retreating to a nearby patch of darkness to observe and reconsider it’s strategy.

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“Yes, I heard it Baaya…  no, no; I’ll see what it is, first… not to fret. It’s probably just like the last one…” The young detective shifted the cell phone to his other ear and shoulder, freeing his hands so that he could set the baseball bat in the indent of floor-to-ceiling glass near the door. He pushed the white curtain aside and peeked out into the dark, frown fixed on his face. A body, yes, crumpled against the door. Drunk, most likely. Or attacked…?

Keeping close to that side of the door, he unlocked the chain, the normal lock, and the deadbolt, before pulling the door inward slowly, letting the unconscious form slip onto the polished marble gently.

“Hello, sir…?” Hakuba asked, staring downward. Then he paused. Was that…?  No, it couldn’t be. But it was. Kuroba-kun! ”Baaya, I’m going to have to call you back.” 

Brows furrowed, he glanced back out to the yard, narrowed eyes scanning the terrain. He couldn’t see anyone, but that didn’t necessarily mean… 

He crouched down and slipped one hand under each arm, jaw set tight as he pulled Kaito into the formal reception area. There he left him, just long enough to return to the door, pushing it closed. Then came the locks: regular, deadbolt, chain.  Once the house was secured, he go back down to the floor, kneeling as he rolled Kaito onto his back and went about checking vitals. 

Fingers on his throat to feel for a pulse, he watched his face, professional training keeping him calm and productive for the time being. “Kuroba-kun? Are you all right? Can you hear me?”

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Autumn Afternoons

koizumiakako:

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She watched each measured step he made toward her, taking in his guarded posture with a small smile. Well aware that they were both sharing shaky ground, Akako simply allowed him to come closer without even so much as a warning. If she ever wanted to earn his trust back she needed to be willing to give up some of her own personal comforts.

Not that she really minded his company.

“Good afternoon, Hakuba-kun.” A reply to match the formal tone he had set with his own greeting. Showing her pushy nature would surely be received badly so she would need to follow his lead. He always did like to lead. In fact, he was one of very few people she had ever given that little liberty to. Akako was definitely not known to possess a passive nature but sometimes it was well worth it to pretend.

The detective came to a stop a yard or so away, gaze turned outward instead of toward Akako. Slipping his free hand into a trouser pocket, he attempted an air of casual calm, lips pursing in thought. He’d had something planned to say earlier, but it sort of… left him as he made his approach. Ah, what to say, then? She was being police, yes. Friendly, even. And, it seemed as though things from their last discussion had, in fact, stuck. It should be safe.

“A lovely day autumn day, isn’t it? I’m not certain if you wanted company or not, but… would you mind if I sat with you for a while?" 

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A Tale of Rifles and Silver Bullets

okiya-subaru:

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“I have told you a basic outline of some of the situation, but there are pieces only other people can tell you and I could fill in some details I’ve omitted. Do you have any particular questions?” Shuichi got a bit closer to Hakuba.

World-shattering was a bit strong, he thought. After all, Hakuba knew about Kudou’s diminutive condition. A crime organization would be much less bizarre than an older teenager shrinking down to a small child’s size, no?

While that was true, all of it combined painted an incredibly bizarre picture. And, truthfully, he was till reeling over the fact that he’d had afternoon tea interrupted by vampire bite. So very, very odd, that.

More quiet chuckling at his own joke followed, then a raise of his brow as he watched the little bat. So small. So soft-looking.

“Questions, questions…. ah, well. Are you at liberty to tell me who is involved in your circle of trust? I’ve mentioned that I was going to wait to ask, but now that you’ve bitten me, it seems that we’ve become closer.”

And brief pause. “You’re small enough to ride in my breast pocket, you know." 

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Autumn Afternoons

koizumiakako:

The air was growing colder and the nights were growing longer and Akako was enjoying every minute of it. She much preferred the cold since it was easier to add more layers and they looked cute to boot.

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So to her it was the perfect day to spend outside, enjoying the weather and admiring nature. Regardless of what people thought, Akako greatly enjoyed being out in the open and not cooped up in a little room in her mansion. And by people, she meant Kaito. But it didn’t much matter to her. Akako was much too busy trying to find a spot to work on her homework in peace.

It wouldn’t take long and she was thankful that she had sent Igor on a few errands so that she could avoid his constant need for chatter. How aggravating and tedious the lesser demon had become as of late. And how aggravating and tedious her classes were becoming. Thankfully school was over and done with for that day.

But just as she was settling in to start working, she noticed the distinct sound of shoes on fallen leaves. Most people would simply leave her to her own devices so who would be inching closer?

None other than that foreign detective who once shared closer circles with the girl. A few months ago, this might not have been an unusual occurrence at all. Hakuba nodded to her, small, but hesitant, smile on his face. Each step was deliberate, yet somehow timid; gaze focused to analyze and gaze Akako’s reactions.

If she seemed amicable enough, he’d continue toward her, reaching up to adjust the burgundy scarf around his neck, shifting his school bag under his other arm. 

“Good afternoon, Koizumi-san,” Hakuba said, then winced at the over-formality of his greeting. But, honestly, he wasn’t sure what was appropriate at this juncture. At least he was being cordial for once.

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A Tale of Rifles and Silver Bullets

okiya-subaru:

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Shuichi got up and grabbed a small bag. He went to the freezer and started filling the bag with ice. “I am not sure, Hakuba. And I don’t know anything about having venom. Even then, it would be reminiscent of rear-fanged snakes and having to chew and work at their victim a while because my fangs aren’t hollow. As for the bat thing, I haven’t tried it.”

He set the bag of ice in front of Hakuba and sat back down. Concentrating, he wondered if he really could transform or if he just looked silly. About when he was going to give up, though, now he was draped in cloth. Oh, for heaven’s sake…

He climbed out and flew clumsily up to the table. A bat. A tiny, fluffy one at that. He looked up at Hakuba. Voice squeaky and high pitched, he said, “That appears to be a yes.”

Hakuba sighed, pressing the bag of ice to his neck with a frown. “Thank you,” he said, though he felt as though Shuichi really didn’t deserve the gratitude. Not for having bitten him like that. Undignified. Uncalled for. Unprecedented. And certainly unexpected from someone that he had thought was as civilized as Subaru-san. And he couldn’t even tell him if he’d soon be a vampire, as well? Hmf!

Pouting, he didn’t bother to respond further until he realized that the other man had disappeared. He blinked, brows raising high on his forehead as he tried to stand up to look – only to be forced back into a heavy sit, head spinning. Bad idea, bad idea. He let out a slow breath, then massaged his temples with the hand not holding the ice pack, then glanced over at the bat that was his sensei.

“Indeed… and, what do you know, I was right. Desmodus rotundus after all; the common vampire bat. Of course.” Hakuba leaned his head bad and closed his eyes. “Well, then. Any other world-shattering pieces of information to share? I’m a rather captive audience at present, so you may as well dish to your fuzzy self’s content."