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askkudoushinichi:

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He smiled casually, knowing very well that he had caught an inconsistency in Hakuba’s story and as hard as he tried to play it off, it was obvious that the blond detective was just covering his tracks. He knew that Shinichi was suspicious of him and rightly so. Then again, Shinichi was suspicious of almost everyone nowadays.

“I greatly enjoy the Boscombe Valley Mystery. Watson was already married by that time as well,” he rambled on a little. “I particularly enjoy the ending. It was an interesting addition to Sherlock’s profile.”

“So you do know it’s actually The Sign of Four,” he remarked afterward, opening the door for him and fixing him with a hard smile, knowing very well he had caught him. “I’m glad you remember.”

The foreign detective, sufficiently mortified, nodded his thanks and concession as he moved into the cafe with a walk of shame. He knew better than to have tried to trick Kudou Shinichi, his senpai and idol. Once inside and out of the way, he looked back to the other detective and winced, forcing a smile that was nothing if not apologetic.

“Ah, you’re far too clever for me, Kudou-san, as to be expected. I’ll confess that I’m terribly nervous, finally getting to meet you face to face, and desperate for this to go well. Ridiculous, isn’t it?” Hakuba tilted his head at the admission, hopeful. 

“Please pardon my faux pas; I’ll attempt to be more forthright. Ah, you’ve… been to London, right?" 

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For the Love of a Painting || kaitouxjeanne

kaitouxjeanne:

So he had noticed. If the momentary lapse of her attentions bothered him, he hid it well behind his smirk. It seemed someone else besides her was more than well-versed in these games. 

Without a doubt, the detective was far more interesting than the rich boy over there. He was also much more dangerous to her well-being. Any plans laid by him would not be so easy to get around if he was as calculating on the job as he was in social situations. In fact, as she was studying him, Jeanne was sure he was observing her just as closely. 

Just great.

An eyebrow was arched on the blonde’s face in response to Hakuba’s. Turning her head to once again look at the man in question, she sipped her champagne idly and said nonchalantly, “I should think that question would be better suited to him. And I thank you for your kindness, but I already have made his acquaintance.”

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Fingers squeezed the detective’s arm slightly. Their owner had a rather impressive smirk of her own, along with a playful question in her violet eyes that gazed into the detective’s own.

Drawing closer so their bodies brushed just slightly, she asked him with a light laugh in her voice, “Why do you ask? Do you feel not interesting enough for my attentions or do I tire you already?”

Sip on that scotch, detective.

“Oh, no, not at all… I find you quite fascinating and would be pleased to share your company for the rest of the night, were it to work in my favor.” Yes, night, not evening. “But, it is my desire to also be a gentleman, and thus curry to my lady’s favor. If he were more to your taste, who would I be to stand in your way?”

Yes, as if the detective didn’t suspect Jeanne to be on the top of the list of suspects. 

“Though, I would have to warn that I hear that he’s not the most agreeable lover." 

Hakuba smiled oh-so-smugly, pulling the woman closer against him in kind. No, it was far too interesting to keep her close to him, that fact was certain. He just had to find a way to disarm her enough to get her motivations out into the open. 

"Now that we’re on the subject, though, I must ask; what do you look for in your, ah, dancing partners?” 

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Roses

themoonlightthief:

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“You’re very welcome, detective. I’m glad you enjoyed them. All of it.” His own expression softened and he grinned, lightly, gaze flickering back towards Hakuba. It really made him happy and he was quite sure it showed, even through whatever hint of a Poker Face he might have on. 

He really hoped the little – or perhaps not so little – dove he’d given the detective had done its job of keeping his nightmares at bay, because god knew Hakuba deserved a restful sleep and nice dreams. The times he did go to sleep, that was.

Sigh.

Thoughts drifting back to the present and the shyly phrased question he’d just been given, Kaitou chuckled, softly, lightly, and smiled. “Perhaps. I did get found out a little earlier than I thought I would, so…” 

Letting the sentence trail off, he took a small step closer and leaned down to meet the detective’s gaze. Indigo eyes filled with playfulness and expression one of happy teasing – along with a hint of serious hesitance and curiosity – he continued; “By the way, have you figured out the other messages I sent along with the roses yet?”

“The other messages?” Hakuba considered the question, thinking about the hand-written notes that had arrived, as well as the themes incorporated. He had an idea of what Kaitou might have been referring to, but in his hesitation, pushed it aside. Instead, he went for the second level concept, offering a sheepish smile as he turned back to the thief.

“It would seem that you’re quite concerned about my health, at least. I… didn’t mean to worry you so much, Kaitou-san. Honestly, I try not to let it on to anyone. Really, you’d have to be stalking me to piece it together.”

The detective leaned back on the window bench, head tilted up and to one side as he regarded Kaitou, smile turning smug.

“So what do you have to say for yourself, Kaitou-san? Hmmm?”

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A Drunken Waltz [Open]

themoonlightthief:

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The thief had no idea how it happened nor could he gather the hazy blur that made up his thoughts and mind right now enough to even try to think about it. It was close to impossible and any other time, that would’ve more than worried him, but, as it was, all he did was shrug, grin, and turn another passerby’s hair rainbow.

Hair color spray was an amazing invention. 

Still dressed in that familiar white costume – cape, top hat, monocle and all – Kaitou unsteadily made his way down the street. One hand was placed on the wall of the building beside him for support, because he’d already stumbled more than enough times already and that was just embarrassing for such a, supposedly, graceful, amazing, awesome, sexy, cute, hot—

…Where was he going with that again? He forgot. Oh well. It’d come to him again. Eventually. For now, he just wanted to focus on…

On…

…Oh. Right! 

He snapped his fingers and, with a loud, crazy snicker that made the people passing him by raise their brows in confusion and shake their heads – “oh dear, another cosplaying drunkard” – turn abruptly in the direction of the nearest neon sign. Supermarket. Food. He was hungry.

Hopefully, they were still open. It was rather late, after all. When was his heist supposed to start again?

“Ah… Kaitou-san…" 

Hakuba glanced over from the brick wall of the supermarket, lowering his cup of coffee with a look of bewilderment. He’d seen many fake Kaitou Kids in his day, but this was either a very good fake or a legitimate Kaito-in-uniform. He squinted.

"You… really shouldn’t be wandering around right now. The police are…”

The height and body type was a perfect match. The cape was real. Actually, the entire ensemble was perfect in every detail. Except that he was drunk. Which, really, could explain a few things. Hakuba pulled himself from the wall and moved to stand in his way, reaching out a hand to steady him if necessary.

“Kaitou-san, is that… you? Are you… are you drunk?" 

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Fencewalker Evening || ask-not-gin

ask-not-gin:

He needed a walk. His head is pounding (really, it has been since he settled into the apartment but denial is a powerful thing), and his nerves have been grated perhaps one too many times, the typically ironclad mask of carefree amusement cracked away in the face of darker things.

Yea.

He really needed a walk.

With balance some gymnasts would envy, he takes a path along the tops of fences and roadblocks, hands in his pockets, and eyes dull and glazed. Well. He needed the walk, it’s true.

However he’s still pretty sure it’s doing dick all to help.

And he can still see that face, that face that screaming face from when his mind was too clouded to hear and when his teeth were tightly grinding through fabric and skin and flesh and bone he can see that face, that screaming face—

“Tch.”

Sometimes he wished it wasn’t too strange to see kids smoke—it’d give him a great excuse to pick up the distraction of the habit again.

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Too bad for Koji, as he approached a figure ahead, leaning against a brick wall, cigarette in hand. The detective, as he was, pulled in a breath, eyes closing while he mulled over the sensations in his mouth. Hakuba pulled the stick from his lips between two fingers and raised a brow at the incoming kid.

After an exhale of smoke, he offered a smile and a nod of his head. “Good evening.”

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Drug Busts and Corpses || detectivephiliac

Good. Although he was relatively certain that he could handle the case on his own, Hakuba knew that it was always, always wiser to take someone with you. For some reason, having a plus one when dealing with drug-related cases often made the difference between being able to talk things out and having to deal with physical violence. 

When Kyouko arrived, Hakuba was putting his field bag of medical supplies into the trunk of his car, which he’d pulled out to the front of his house. He waved at her, offering a pleasant smile and a nod of his head.

“Ah, Kirigiri-san! I’m so pleased that you were available and willing to come with me. I’m hoping that it won’t take too terribly long, and of course you’ll be compensated for your time and efforts. How have you been?”

It’d been a while since they last spoke regarding Hattori and his… situation, but he hoped that they could develop a professional relationship outside of that, as well. Especially as things with the Osakan could get, ah, decidedly messy. 

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Roses

themoonlightthief:

Kaitou stiffened, fingers twitching and hand lifting just the slightest of an inch, as if about to reach out and grab the detective, to keep him from falling. But, upon noting that he was alright, he hid the movement with a casual shrug of his shoulders and a lighthearted, amused snicker.

He hadn’t quite expected Hakuba to get that startled.

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“I might tend to pass by from time to time,” the thief answered, lips tugging into a smile as he moved closer – past the bed and across the carpet, stopping only when he was less than a foot away from the blonde. His smile stretched wider. “I see you’ve been taking good care of them.”

He tilted his head, briefly motioning towards the vase or, more specifically, the roses it was holding. “Did you like them?”

Where the detective had faltered, the thief picked up the slack. Kid’s unending confidence garnered an appreciative smirk as the Hakuba gradually relaxed, hands pressed against the bench on either side of him.  For once, Hakuba looked up at the thief instead of the other way around.

With a turn of his head, Hakuba glanced to the vase, expression immediately softening. “Ah… yes, I did. I do. Love them, I mean. Very, very much so. Thank you, Kaitou-san.” The confession came with an embarrassed laugh; soft, short, shoulder shrugging. “The, ah, other gifts, too… God, I was hoping that it was you. For a number of reasons." 

The dove still sat nestled in the detective’s pillows. The dragon now had a place on the fireplace mantle, next to the clock. Each of the hand-written notes had been safely stowed in his personal journal and lock-box. 

"If I could ask… were… were you planning to go for a full dozen?”

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Set Appointment || a-princely-host

a-princely-host:

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“ Er- yes uh thank you.” He muttered before holding the tea pot and filling the rest of his tea. He was still in shock of just how rude he had been to his guest. He really needed to step it up- this man new what he was dealing with.

The detective watched his host fill the tea cup, gaze travelling from the stilling liquid up the uniformed arm and to Tamaki himself, hesitant. 

“Is this… terribly uncomfortable for you, Suoh-sama?” Hakuba asked, brows knit in concern. “Really, it was not my intent to make your job more difficult. Could it be that you’re not used to entertaining guests such as myself? Male, I mean. Or is it the detective part? I promise I’m not a ‘bad cop’ type.”

The half-Brit considered for just a moment before continuing, lifting a hand to his chin. “I have heard that I’m rather intimidating… Some would even say that I’m… …unapproachable.” His glance shifted back to Tamaki’s face at that, furtively. 

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Rain, Rain, Go Away

rutilusincendia:

whiteknighthakuba started following you

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Of all things, she just had to get stuck in the rain when she wasn’t at her hundred percent. Having just finished one of the jobs she was given, the idea of relaxing at home in front of a lit fireplace sounded like heaven. Getting caught in the middle of a torrent of water wasn’t exactly what she wanted to deal with as using her abilities in front of the humans would only bring unnecessary attention.

More than anything, the lack of heat in the immediate area only caused her healing to slow. She should have been more careful, retaliation from the target was supposed to be expected. Retaliation from the target in the form of a young non-human wasn’t exactly common though, which caused the injury on her side. It wasn’t too bad, stealing the heat from the immediate area as she walked home had healed it somewhat. Though she was stuck at a standstill as she took shelter under an awning.

At the very least, the jacket she wore hid the injury from prying eyes. Hopefully, she could be on her way soon and be away from the humans. Truly, the privacy of her home and not needing to think of keeping a human-acceptable form would help her heal much faster. She resolved to wait for another five minutes. If the rain hadn’t stopped by then, she would just have to grit her teeth and deal with being drenched.

It was truly dreadful weather to be outside, much less stranded. And while Hakuba had managed to forget his jacket and umbrella, he at least had his car. Top up, the detective made his way through the veritable curtains of rain and cold, driving much less quickly than he would have preferred. But, alas, with the roads in this condition, there wasn’t much else of a choice. 

This, however, presented the potentially positive opportunity to assist someone. Had he been going any faster, he might not have seen the girl in the awning. As it was, he wasn’t entirely sure if she really was there or if it had been his imagination. Nevertheless, he slowed his vehicle and came to a stop just a few yards past the girl.  

While the idea of leaping from the car to fetch the girl had been somewhat appealing for a few reasons, Hakuba decided it much safer to call from the window, which he leaned over to call to her.

“Ah, excuse me, miss?” Hakuba asked, hoping that his voice reached through the rain. “Do you need a ride?" 

He knew that many would not accept the offer from a stranger, but he needed to be sure that he’d done his part and helped if there had been a need.

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Set Appointment || a-princely-host

a-princely-host:

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“ N-no I must apologize for my rudeness. I should’ve seen your empty cup sooner.” He let out an elongated sigh, attempting to calm down.

Perhaps male customer weren’t his forte- that could be a big factor as to why he never got them.

“Not to worry, Suoh-sama… It would seem that I’ve managed to distract you as well.” Hakuba shrugged lightly, offering a smile. The false pout hadn’t done anything to inspire confidence, so he switched to another approach.

“To be honest, I’m so used to playing the host that I forgot my role entirely. My apologies, sincerely. If you’d be so kind to fill my cup, Suoh-sama, I would very much appreciate it.” The detective bit his lip again, but this time behind a smile in an attempt to be encouraging. “I really am having a lovely time with you.”