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A Tale of Rifles and Silver Bullets

okiya-subaru:

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As he was now a vampire, he couldn’t venture outside for very long without being caused pain. He opened the side door leading from the house into the garage when he heard the car pull up. He opened the garage door and stepped out to Hakuba, shading his eyes. The little pricks of pain started up, but he’d be fine soon enough. “Hello, Hakuba-kun.”

“Subaru-san,” Hakuba said in return with a nod and a warm, if not somewhat nervous, smile. “It’s good to see you again. Thank you for inviting me, ah…”  He desperately wanted to ask about the house, where its owners were, how Okiya came to reside there, and so on, but… now was not the time, and certainly not the place.  "Well, I’ll save my questions for when we get inside. I’ll follow your lead? I’m here and eager to listen.“

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A Drunken Waltz [Open]

themoonlightthief:

At first, the thief frowned, brows furrowing in confusion and annoyance as this person just moved to block the path to his longed for goal – food, bread, instant ramen, chocolate – but then the other male started to speak. 

Kaitou blinked, expression turning blank as he tried to place that voice. And that hair and those eyes. Where had he—

And then realization hit and an utterly blinding grin split his face as he leaped – stumbled – towards the detective, arms winding around his torso in a tight, tight embrace. And to hold himself up. For some unexplicable reason, his legs didn’t quite seem to want to carry him. Hm. He should probably look into that later.

It could wait though.

“Ha~ku~baaaa~” The thief singsonged, focus returning to the blonde detective. “Can y’get me som’ chocolate? I think’ve lost m’wallet~”

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“Good God, it really is you.” Hakuba frowned, chin tucked against his throat as he looked down at the thief that clung to him. “What in the world have you been doing? And- chocolate? For God’s sake, you’re still in uniform, in public, and you’re asking about chocolate?" 

The detective sighed. On the one hand, he really liked Kaito, as KID or otherwise. On the other, it was dangerous for him to be out and about like this. And irritating that he was drunk, clinging to him, and acting all around completely undignified.

…then again, he really liked the way the thief had said his name just then. 

So Hakuba sighed again. "I’ll get you some chocolate, certainly, but if I do will you come with me? I need to get you off of these streets before someone else finds you. Here, hold my coffee and don’t move from this spot,” he said, attempting to detach the thief and reattach him to the corner of the building. “Sit here, or something… I’ll just nip in and get you something and then we can be on our way. Deal?" 

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A Tale of Rifles and Silver Bullets

okiya-subaru:

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“It’s a western style house in the Beika district. 221 B.” He gave Hakuba the specifics of the street address. “Thank you, Hakuba-kun.”

Between the rifle business and the vampirism, it seemed as though things were going to get stranger yet. Regardless, he had a cold and calculating part of his mind that was grateful for such easy prey to be coming to him instead of him running about the city at night and risking exposure.

Naturally, he tried shaking that out of his mind. All the same, he knew he’d need to feed at some point, lest he turn feral and go out killing or die due to lack of sustenance.

Hakuba took the address down in his little black notebook, using the briefcase as a stable surface, then climbed into the car. “Of course. I’ll be there as soon as I can." 

He hung up the phone then took a look at the address again, frowning a moment. Wait… that address… 

The detective plugged it into his GPS and frowned at the results. That was definitely the Kudou residence. Why was Subaru-san there? Did this have something to do with Kudou-san? Hm. Concerned – and admittedly very a little excited – Hakuba took to the roads in haste to uncover the mysteries of his Sensei and Senpai. 

Fortunately, as his client had been in the Tokyo area already, it wasn’t more than twenty minutes (with traffic) before he arrived at the gate in front of the house that he’d driven past so many times before. He glanced at his notebook – yes, this was, indeed, the correct address. somehow – and pulled the car into the side drive, and putting the car into park. 

Taking his briefcase with him, the young detective let himself out of the car, attempting as best as he could to not appear too eager about the situation. Now, was he supposed to go around to the front of the house, or…? 

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A Tale of Rifles and Silver Bullets

okiya-subaru:

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“Hello. I know this seems like an odd imposition, but I was wondering if you could come over, Hakuba-kun. There are some matters I wish to speak to you about. It appears a few certain dominoes have fallen that were never meant to be touched.”

Subaru was a bit on the nervous side, given the matter of his rifle. Sure, the evidence was eliminated by his hand, but it would be smartest to make sure Hakuba was on the same page as everyone else who knew. Unlike Haibara, he couldn’t predict Hakuba’s movements so easily. It was due to how little a time they’d known each other compared to his and the Miyano family’s history.

Even then, withholding knowledge from those who knew of portions of the situation ended poorly or resulted in just barely avoiding such results by the skin of their teeth. “I would ask you be prepared for a very long discussion.”

Hakuba raised a brow at the phone in his hand, but nodded, concern growing. “Ah, certainly, Subaru-san… I can come now, in fact. I just finished with another appointment, and have the rest of the day clear." 

The teenage detective approached his rental car with a light step, briefcase in the hand that wasn’t holding the phone to his ear, and set it on top of the (nice) commuter car while searching for the keys.

"What’s the address?”

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magicianinthemoonlight:

Kaito went silent as he covered the ear piece. He lowers the volume slight as the footsteps get louder. He could hear doors being slammed open. He then releases the piece. “Didn’t know you were one to be flashy.” he chuckles darkly. “I will be on the look out.” he adds on.

He hears another door being opened. This time, only a few doors away. “You could say that. I would much rather call it…pursue with intent.” he attempts to keep his voice light. He glances around. Only one way out. If he could get out of the room and use his glider, he could… And idea forms in his head. It would be a close call, but it was the best option he could think of. “I will… make sure my pursuers head in the opposite direction.” he informs Hakuba.

 

whiteknighthakuba said: “Good. I’ll be there soon… and /then/ we can discuss my taste in automobiles.” The engine revved again and Hakuba offered a quick “Ja,” before hanging up. Then it was out into the road at fairly illegal- but safe! -speeds.

Kaito hangs up the phone. He gasps as he does, holding onto the wound which now was bleeding profusely. He bites his lip a moment before he moves. He rushes out into the hallway, the man seeing him and aiming his gun up and shoots. KID manages to avoid being shot, dodging most of them before getting to the stairs.

He heads to the roof quickly. Making it to the roof, slamming the door open, he runs to the ledge, opening his glider before releasing it from his back, making an infladible dummy be created as it flew off in on direction. KID turns quickly latching a wire against the building ledge before jumping down the side. Just as he jumps off, he hears the door open. Gun shots are heard in the direction of where the dummy had gone.

Kaito scales down the wall quickly before retracting the wire. He leans against the wall, his breathing heavy and his wound even more aggravated. He needed to leave the building and find Hakuba. His eyes started to blur as he attempts to move against the wall.

It didn’t take long for Hakuba to reach the specified location. He waited, top down on the convertible, scanning the area for any sign of his wayward friend. 

He waited.

And waited. 

Hakuba bit his lip. Surely Kaitou would have come to him by then? The thief was punctual if nothing else. Sly and slippery, as was his profession. He hadn’t sounded good on the phone, no, but if Kid had been in that poor of shape he would have said something, wouldn’t he…? 

The detective hesitated. Perhaps not. Perhaps he…

He was running before the sound of the car door slamming even registered. Hakuba kept to the edge of the buildings and into the shadows, field bag over his shoulder, close to his side, as he scanned the area. There were still officers lingering about, and among them, he knew, whoever had hurt his Phantom Thief. Hakuba grit his teeth as he left the safety of the building to move among them, slipping through the crowd of onlookers and authorities, searching. Scanning the concrete and debris for signs of blood, for flashes of white.

Kaitou couldn’t have gone far. Not with how he’d sounded on the phone. And he hadn’t sounded good. 

God, no… No, if he… 

Hakuba cursed himself as he picked up the pace once again, slipping under caution tape to let himself into the restricted building. He should have demanded more information. With more details he could have gone straight to where he’d called from. He could only hope that waiting this long, honoring Kaitou’s request, hadn’t sealed the thief’s fate.

After jogging up the stairs, Hakuba finally got his first break in the case; splashes of blood on carpet, on the banister, and at the window. Only small traces at first, then a pool where he imagined the initial attack had occurred. Judging by the amount of blood that had dried versus the coagulation of the deeper pools, it had been a good twenty minutes at least since he’d been in this position. 

The detective quickened his panicked pace as he moved along the clues, following them to the stairwell again. Ah- there. Tiny dots of crimson amid the marbled patterns. He followed them up to the roof, alarmed by the growing patches that stained the steps, the wall, the hand rail. The rooftop yielded better results, leading him to an exit point from which he could judge the trajectory. Now, if he were Kaitou, where would he…?

 Ah, there. The building with the open window. It seemed about the right height, the correct distance. Just far enough to make an escape. 

Hakuba retreated back down the stairs as quickly as he dared, nodding to officers on his way, refusing to be stopped. It was risky behavior to avoid the members of the force so aggressively, both because it made him look rude and because it could draw attention. He jogged from the building and out into the dispersing crowd, cutting through the milling members as they cleaned up from the heist. He couldn’t run straight for the building; that would be too obvious. He cut across to an alley way, ducked into one building and slipped out another door, then finally made his way to his target. 

Some had looked his way as he went past, undoubtedly wondering what clue he’d found, but they left him alone. By then, everyone knew that Hakuba was unwilling to share details before he was ready, and never permitted the police to interfere with his personal investigations. Really, the fact that they let him get so closely involved in KID heists was only a matter of privilege; had his father not been the Superintendent General, there would have been no way that he’d be granted so much freedom. And tonight, he was determined, that that little fact would save a life.

When he finally made it to the building, he had to pick the lock to even gain access. This was a skill that he didn’t normally advertise but far too often had to practice for his work. Proficiently allowing himself in, Hakuba slipped into through the entrance way and closed the door behind him. He just had to hope that, if this were the wrong building, that he would discover quickly and find a different one to search. The next one over, perhaps? 

Fortunately, he didn’t have to search much longer than the thoughts had time to form cohesive words before he stumbled upon the very person that he was looking for. Slumped against the wall near the staircase, white suit slick with blood, was Kaitou KID. His breaths nothing more than ragged gasps, face pale and twisted in pain.

Hakuba gaped. “Good God… Kaitou-san.” Without any further delay, he ran to him, fell to his knees and quickly pulled at the thief’s clothing, panic seesawing with the strong instinct to switch to medical professional mode. “Don’t worry… I’m going to help you. If you can, please explain what happened… I’ll take note of the wounds and prioritize, then take care of…”  There was so much blood. He set his jaw, letting a slow breath go through his nose. He had to stay calm. “…the worst of it, and then I’ll get you out of here… Just stay calm, Kaitou-san… I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Practiced hands found the wounds – at least the entrance wounds – and he hesitated for a moment before digging through his medical field bag. It was bad. It was worse than he’d expected. He might be able to slow the bleeding, to buy him precious time, but Kaitou needed a surgeon, and he needed one soon. 

“Deep, slow breaths… let me get you patched up. You’re going to be all right, Kaitou-san… just hold on.”

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Coffee Break || officertakagi

officertakagi:

“Okay.” Takagi said watching him put things away. The office reminded him a bit of Mouri-san’s office though Hakuba’s looked a lot more organized. He returned the smile as Hakuba finished. “Alright.” The detective replied following him out.

The air outside was cool and pleasant. Refreshing from the recent rain storms. Takagi glanced up at the sky and smiled. “It’s beautiful day out today.”

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“Ah, that it is! It almost reminds me of home, in fact. The best days in London are under grey skies and the cover of fog, you know.” Hakuba’s return smile was only barely tainted by a twinge of homesickness, which he covered with a wink. 

“So how much coffee do we need to bring back, exactly? Enough for the whole homicide division, or just for you and myself?”

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Hospital Hospitality || shsl-queenofcakes

shsl-queenofcakes:

She continued smiling, her heart lifting to see that he’d come to visit her. She’d only met him once, twice perhaps, and he was already apparently fond of her – or her eclairs – enough to track her down to a hospital. Incredible detective work, indeed. One of the girls had probably told him. Traitors.

It was supposed to be a secret, but Karin had to admit she was happy to be getting a few visitors. And for someone as charming and easy to talk to as Hakuba to be worried was actually very flattering. That he was worried about her at all, however, was all she needed to be reminded of the fine line she was walking at the moment. Sighing, and looking over at the machines hooked up to her, she shook her head.

“I don’t want to tell you. And I don’t know who did it, honestly…it was my fault, though, that much is obvious. But don’t break my kneecaps! Not that it’d do any good, they’re already-”

She realized she’d said a little too much a split second later, and clamped her mouth shut, refusing to say another word.

Hakuba blinked. “I… wouldn’t actually do anything of the sort,” he said, mistaking her surprise for actual fear. “Honest.  But, ah, don’t want to say? So was it an accident?" 

The detective then paused, a faint blush crossing his cheeks. "Ah- my apologies, I shouldn’t be asking so many questions; it’s none of my business. I sometimes let the detective part of me get carried away. I hope that you can forgive my faux pas. Please, do tell me, though; will you be all right with proper care and recovery, at least?”

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kurobakaitokid:

☮: A peck on your forehead.

“Ah, Hakuba-san, I trust that you have not been overworking yourself these days?” He stepped closer and lightly pressed his lips to the detective’s forehead before pulling back with a smile and winks.

“Perhaps we should take a break from our… professions occasionally. What do you say to a date, my dear detective?”

“I’d like that very much, Kaitou-san… if you find that you can spare the time, of course.” The detective managed a smile for him, head tilting curiously. “I understand if you have obligations and, ah, reservations. I’m not the easiest person to get along with, even in the best of circumstances.”

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magicianinthemoonlight:

Kaito manages to dodge the movement quickly. The detective falling down in front of him. “Better luck next time, tantei-san!” he laughs, bring out his hand glider. “If I remember the last time we had a small squabble… ” his lips show a huge smirk, “I escaped using your face.” he jumps out of the room, “Bye bye!” he says mockingly in English instead of Japanese.

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It had seemed so close, but the thief disappeared as predicted, and detective met the hard concrete with an ‘oof.’ 

Hakuba pressed his palms against the concrete rooftop and pushed himself up- only for Kaitou to make his escape, scott-free. Defeated, the detective let out a frustrated huff and picked himself up, grimacing. The officers that gathered behind him didn’t comment on the scuffed clothing or the half-brit’s flustered face, but they knew what had happened. 

“Dammit Kaitou-san!” Hakuba called after him, scanning the skyline for the glider. There was really no point of it then; Nakamori’s men would chase, yes, but they’d never catch him. 

The teenage detective straightened out his suit jacket and sighed again, fishing with skinned palms for his silver pocket watch, making note of the time before turning and stalking toward the stairs, muttering to himself. “We’re going to need a different tactic… this is really getting us no where." 

Mocking him in English. Bringing up having used his persona for his escape. Honestly, what was that thief’s intention? To frustrate him, no doubt. Hmf. Two could play at that game.

As Hakuba made his way down the stairs, he pulled out his cell phone and began to type out a few different text messages, careful to skirt past officers on his way down, scowl fixed on his face.

[text] Hey Kuroba-san. You’ll never guess what I just did.

[text] You’re right! I’ve captured Kaitou KID!

[text] Really it wasn’t even that hard in the end.

[text] Would you like to know how I did it? 

[text] All that I had to do was find out /one/ crucial weakness and then exploit it. He was nearly putty in my hands. 

[text] He’s being sent in for processing now at the station. I guess he wasn’t you after all! How do you feel being in the clear? 

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He then snapped his phone closed and slipped it back into his pocket, lips curving into an irritated sort of smirk. Hah. How would Kuroba react to that?

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Six more have entered the bakery.

shsl-queenofcakes:

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Ignoring what he’d said before his tongue touched the eclairs, Karin punched the air and cheered.

“Yes! I impressed the connoisseur! Victory tastes oh…so…sweet.”

Suddenly in an incredibly good mood, the baker hummed a little tune and stuck out a finger to sample some of the chocolate that’d been left on the plate. Mmmm, chocolate. Her favorite thing. Cake could disappear off the face of the planet entirely, as far as she cared. But chocolate wasn’t something she took lightly.

"I wish I had a camera. Your expression was even cuter than most peoples’, can you believe it? Wow, you’re precious.”

The detective blinked at the enthusiastic response and glanced over at her, mouth still full of eclair, filling near dripping from the rest of the pastry in his hand. A pink tint settled onto his cheeks and he tried to smile, brows furrowing first, then slanting up toward each other in sheepish despair. 

Hakuba gave himself a moment to turn his head, chewing and swallowing the food before licking the chocolate off of his lips. He reached for a napkin, blush steadily deepening the longer he took to get any sort of response out.

“Ah,” he finally offered, laughing softly at himself. “I’m not usually referred to as ‘precious,’ Kanoya-san… but I’m very pleased that you are pleased. And this, as you might have guessed, is exactly what I was hoping for. Thank you." 

He looked back to the eclair, considered a moment, then took a much smaller bite. As much as he didn’t want to be caught embarrassed and unable to converse, he really wanted to finish the perfectly wonderful baked good.