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DATE-O START! || akaikujixyaku

akaikujixyaku:

The Detective? Well, it wasn’t too much of a stretch, but she doubted she’d be up to par with his example. Hh-hhm, what a cute game though, she very much liked the idea of it. Meitantei Himura, oooh that sounded cool. “I’ll do my best not to let you down, Hakuba-Jānarisuto." Oh my, her title sounded even nicer with his name. (And what a cute face he had made oh dearest me). As he mentioned clues, her eyes followed his hands, then briefly cased the interior of his vehicle, profiling in silence.

"Bones, but not grave; Flora, but not floral…" She repeated his hints to herself quietly, rolling the words around on her tongue, as they peeled away from her home and started their way. Bones. Bone, bone… china? Flora, not floral, perhaps the petals or pistils, or something flower-like? Flora… The plane but not airport was gone from her, but tying into her idea was the ancient, but not outdated. Especially in both of his influential cultures, as well as her own.

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"When the buddhist monk Eichu returned from China, in the early ninth century, he personally prepared and served sencha, unground Japanese green tea, to Emperor Saga who was on an excursion in Karasaki, well, what is now the Shiga prefecture— the precise year was 815.

I’d say that’s fairly ancient, though I’m curious how the plane ties in, if my suspicion is correct?" 

Hakuba-Jānarisuto. He liked that. 

Hakuba stole a sideways glance at the girl before chuckling, amused and impressed, as he turned back to watch the road.  "No, no… the place we’re going is in Tokyo. I don’t want to keep you out too late, after all…" 

But that wasn’t very helpful, was it? He laughed again.

"I can’t believe… You didn’t even have to pull out your phone to research, yet you came up with an answer that fit, with precise year…” Hakuba shook his head. “No, clearly I’ve made this far too easy because you’re over complicating it. Are you sure that you’re not secretly a detective and that journalism is just your cover?” He pursed his lips curiously at the thought in an exaggerated expression. 

“…clearly, I’m going to have to watch my step with you, Meitantei Himura. You may be far too clever for your own good.”

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askkudoushinichi:

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Oh, how he would love to chatter on and on about his favorite story of the series but something was nagging in the back of his mind. It still slightly unnerved him that Hakuba knew so much about him and that made him all the more suspicious about forgetting something that he talked about a lot in interviews.

Reporters were always asking things like that. What’s your favorite color? Do you like cats or dogs better? What’s your favorite book? If they asked that last question, eventually they would get bored and try to end the talk as quickly as possible and he supposed that was about half the reason he loved that question.

“Ah, that would be the story of Mr. John Douglas of Sussex. The one where Holmes and Watson receive a coded message from one of Moriarty’s droogs and discover that he’s to be killed. But when they talk to Scotland Yard they find out that the deed has already been done and then they go to investigate and find that Mr. Douglas actually hasn’t been killed at all.

"It’s The Valley of Fear, of course,” he explained, watching him closely out of the corner of his eye. He already knew that Hakuba was a Holmes fan himself from their previous encounters but he wondered if he would realize the lie. Since he had done so much research and all.

Hakuba might have choked had he not had the presence of mind to delay his reactions to allow for thinking time. But he did swallow – hard – and felt a twitching compulsion that screamed ‘IT’S A TRAP!’  Because, effectually, that’s what it was. 

Really, he should have known that Kudou-san would pull something like this. After all, his senpai was brilliant, wasn’t he? While Hakuba had been trying to break the ice and get a conversation going, the other detective had seen an opportunity to test him. This put Hakuba in a very awkward position because, quite handily, he’d been caught in a lie with another. There was no way that Kudou would not have been aware of this. 

It was an agonizing decision, that. Either continue to feign ignorance and look like an idiot who clearly didn’t know anything about Kudou-senpai… or call Kudou-senpai out on the false information and admit that he had been trying to be coy and clever to get him to talk. Both options were rife with embarrassment. He should have known. 

“Ah, yes… I’m know that story…”  Hakuba finally said, voice quiet as he considered his words carefully.

Internally, this might have looked much like a task master cracking the whip at thousands of hamsters running uselessly in spinning wheels. A fretter by nature to begin with, Hakuba was doing some serious mental overtime. 

“…Ah, I… remember now, though… Wasn’t it The Sign of Four? Unless you’ve changed your favorite, of course… Ah, I’m quite partial to The Boscombe Valley Mystery story from the original Adventures Of book myself…”

Even admitting that much had been painful. Particularly as he was suddenly confronted with the fact that his favorite Sherlock story was one of the short stories contained in a collection from the original case files, and not one of the ‘proper’ novels… What did that mean? Was that going to be a problem? 

God what was he doing talking to Kudou in the first place? They’d both been spoken of in the newspapers as the Sherlock Holmes of the new century, which made them at odds to begin with. Colleagues, perhaps, but… clearly Kudou was, well, Hakuba’s senpai. How embarrassing.  Perhaps it would have been better to avoid ever meeting him and instead continue the long trail of letter after ignored letter.

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DATE-O START! || akaikujixyaku

akaikujixyaku:

Honestly, it put the young journalist on cloud nine to see the little ploy he’d come up with, and he’d even chosen a clear, efficient model. (Hers wasn’t much different in all actuality, she’d just bought extra lenses and a slight upgrade). The manner in which he’d leapt almost jauntily to chauffeur her in to the car only expanded her beaming smile, and earned another spring of light, bell-like laughter.

“And they say that chivalry is dead— thank you, Hakuba-sama. You look rather dashing yourself, to nobody’s genuine surprise." Sure it was easier for someone to have the attention on her, but she was hardly the kind of girl who’d been doted over in the past, so no matter how comfortably she settled into the conversation, it seemed the colour in her cheeks wouldn’t die off easily.

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"I’ll not keep it waiting any longer, good sir." She returned in a half-lofty, half-laughing tone, moving past him with a mock curtsy, before nestling securely into her seat. And a real swell chariot it is, yowzah. She thought admiringly while she awaited his return to the driver’s seat, before turning her smile back his way, "Is destination one to be a surprise, or am I allowed a courtesy hint to puzzle over on the way”

(Unlike most occasions, she hadn’t any discomfort or want to complain about being in a car. Go figure.)

Once her door was closed, quiet and firm, Hakuba moved back to the other side of the car, reaching in to pick up his camera, first. 

“Hmm… Well, if we’re playing role-reversal here, you ought to be the detective, I think.” He took another photo, then lowered the camera to show a broad-grinned lip bite. “Of course, I’ll give you some clues, first." 

He let himself into the car, buckled his seat belt, and put the lens cap back on the camera, safely stowing it in a compartment just under the gear shifts. "The clues I’ll give you are as follows: bones, but not grave; flora, but not floral; plane, but not airport, and… ancient, but not outdated." 

Hakuba started the car, which revved with a delicious purr, and pulled away from the curb, en route to their first stop.

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For the Love of a Painting || kaitouxjeanne

kaitouxjeanne:

The game was on. Or rather, games. The sandy-haired detective seemed to be interested in another sort of playing, if that smug look was a signal, if not sounding alarm of the intention. Decidedly smooth, the amusement seen in his butterscotch eyes along with his well-bred air completed the effect. The dear detective wanted to challenge her.

The outreached hand seemed to be reaching towards the thief’s competitive side, if not just for her hand. It couldn’t be seen in her eyes, but the fire inside her flared spiritedly.

Oh, he wants to play. Let’s not disappoint, shall we?

Thank goodness she decided to forgo the gloves for tonight’s outfit. Not that she was planning this.. Ahem.

Slipping her left, or wrong hand into his, Jeanne stepped close to him before he could make a move. The other hand, she let hold the right side of his face in a gentle caress. Tiptoeing slightly despite her heels, she kissed the knuckles of her own hand that held his face. 

But she wasn’t done yet. Not even close.

Moving slightly further towards him, she spoke in his ear softly.

“A little different, but this is a bit more interesting than the usual knuckle-kissing, no?”

Moving back so her face was almost close enough to his to kiss but not quite, the wickedly playful look in her eyes could be clearly seen. Violet eyes seeming to tease him as they peered unabashed in his. And yet her smile remained as gracious as if she was receiving him for tea. 

“And interesting is the least I could do for my dear detective.”

If there was to be a loser in this risky game, it would not be her.

 

Uhm.

For a brief moment, the surprise was evident on Hakuba’s face. He didn’t move, not wishing to pull himself away, not daring to steal a kiss. He knew that he was likely to be denied and made a fool with either move, so he stayed where he was, staring right back at her as he regained his composure. Quickly, yes, but with someone that sharp, it was sure to be noticed.

“Interesting yes, I wholeheartedly agree. Thank you for that.”  

Indeed, the detective was grateful. That display of wicked confidence not only made her the most desirable woman in the room, but also put her at the very top of his suspect list.  No one out for a night of mock romance was that intense. No, no; someone of that sharp intelligence was manipulative and calculating… was figuring out how to use him instead of the other way around. 

His free hand moved to cradle the small of her back, but did nothing more than rest ever so gently. Barely there at all. It was a risky and dangerous game, yes, but Hakuba wanted to play. He very badly wanted to play and to win. At least, in a manner of speaking. 

“Are you here with someone tonight, mon ange?”

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phantom-thief-kid:

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KID crept up closer and closer, noting the tie on the ground. Strange… Then again, he was a much smaller feline overall. Probably not considered a threat by this lion.

He sat by the lion. He yawned. So, what now? The smell the lion had was familiar, and something about him was calming. The eyes and odd mane were also offputting.

…odd mane? It was amazingly curly and soft and gorgeous. Not odd at all. Pft.  Hakuba looked up at the snow leopard, relaxed and just laying there… the laziest lion that ever was (probably not true). He stretched out a paw, because the overly lazy lion was still overly thinking and fretting (being Hakuba after all), and this new feline also seemed familiar. Too familiar. 

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phantom-thief-kid said: KID, meanwhile, was patrolling about in his new form, slinking around. Seeing a lion, though, out and in a field of grass did confuse him. He carefully crept up to get a closer look.

Upon hearing the approaching snow leopard, Hakuba lazily looked over, then went back to resting. Big scary lions aren’t afraid of anything right? Plus… stomach… so full of grass…

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koizumiakako:

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She deserved that…

“Your prevarication is pointless, Hakuba-kun. I did not ask you to sit with me so that I could listen to you complain,” she snapped, crossing one leg over the other and placing her hands delicately in her lap. “You know very well that I did not request your company to ridicule you so I would ask that you do me the same courtesy.“

She didn’t mean to bark at him but he was acting very unlike himself, or perhaps it had really just been that long since they had seen each other. People could change their attitudes so quickly some times.

Leaning back against the chair, she tilted her chin down to look up at him, more defensive than offensive. Maybe that would get him to relax a little. She had no use for a puffed up detective. He would probably just sit there in his bubble of rage for the rest of the visit.

"If we can come to a cordial agreement then perhaps we can get somewhere with this conversation. Otherwise, you can be on your way,” she remarked, allowing just a hint of irritation into her voice. “I’m sure you have so much shopping to do. A new outfit to impress, perhaps. You always looked good in red.“ She was rambling casually, trying to get him to calm down, though it was true. He looked handsome in red and white and she sort of missed giving him little bits of advice like that.

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Hakuba managed to have a somewhat placid, neutral expression on his face for most of Akako’s chiding. But the flirting… and the irritation… It was almost too much. The detective sighed with a huff and leaned back in his chair, arms folding across his chest. 

"All right, all right. I apologize. I’m certain you can’t blame me for being… defensive.” But even with those words, he was laying back the bristled quills. Reluctantly, but doing so regardless. “No need for shameless flattery, I believe we both know where we stand on the issue of attraction…”  Namely that, at one time, he’d thought of her as quite beautiful and had made that absolutely clear. And, he thought, she had liked him well enough, as well. 

He didn’t manage to force a smile at first, but the scowl faded, at least. “What do I owe the pleasure of your company this afternoon, Koizumi-san? I… do hope that it’s not only fashion advice, because you very well know that I prefer the color blue.”  It was a tease. And with it, did come an uneasy half-smile. Hesitant, half-hearted, but an effort nonetheless. 

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[Hakuba Bastard, why did you decide to show up?]

magicianundermoonlight:

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“Then who is on top of your list, Hakuba? While I may not be the most…deadly of your rivals, I’m certainly the funnest, and you my dear detective need some fun in your life. I’d hate to see your talents go to waste on a lesser criminal than me.

Hmm, nope… Our little detective of the east is currently my favorite. He keeps me busy enough without you here. Unless you’re willing to change that? I propose a game for my second favorite detective of all time. I don’t want your skills to weaken after your time overseas, it’ll do you good. If you’re interested? 

"Now, now, I’m not about to give away my list of targets… Rest-assured, you are one of my favorite criminals to chase, but I’m not sure how interested I am in catching you. Believe it or not, it’s kind of entertaining to watch my little kohai chase you.”

“…though I’ll admit that I’m hurt that I’m only your second favorite detective. If you have something in mind for me to redeem myself, I’m all ears and very interested.”

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[Hakuba Bastard, why did you decide to show up?]

magicianundermoonlight:

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“Shouldn’t you spend some time with your other criminals, Hakuba dearest? I’m beginning to think that you’re becoming obsessed with me." 

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"Obsessed? Really. Whatever gave you that idea? You ought to know that I divide my attention equally among the criminals I chase, at least proportionally speaking according to priority, severeness of crime, level of obnoxiousness, and time sensitivity… Which means that you are not nearly at the top of my list. So no, not obsessed. Just curious.”

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“…Unless you want me to be obsessed for some reason. Did you miss me, dear thief? I know I’ve been overseas for a while…”

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DATE-O START! || akaikujixyaku

akaikujixyaku:

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Now Emi wasn’t, by any means, a high-maintenance sort of person. Minimal makeup, consignment and antique clothing preferred, and almost no sense of vanity. Usually she rolled out of bed, washed her face, took a shower, threw together an outfit from whatever three pieces she could grab from her closet first (that looked cohesive) and ran out to embrace the day. This day would be very different.

Now the young Himura had been to a few parties with friends, and occasionally went out to town for the evening with a couple of girls, but this would be her first event formally categorized as a date. 

Terrified is a fairly accurate word to describe the first emotion she experienced after waking up (fairly late in the morning, around ten).

Of course, it was in company with excitement and overjoy, since… well, c’mon. It’s not a secret to anyone (by now) how much she admired the young man who was going to be arriving later that day. If anyone was going to make a first date memorable and worthy of that honour, there was a good chance Hakuba would do wonderfully.

So the morning began with an intense hygenic runthrough, (almost thirty minutes just perfecting her teeth), and then transitioned into an hour of different hair stylings. Too formal? Not formal enough? Pull it up? Leave it down? Maybe straighten it- oh bother. Eventually, she decided on pulling all of her bangs away into a neatly tucked side-bun, leaving the rest down. Finally, she could organize her apparel. And if her previous preparations had been compared to hurdles, this was a whole obstacle course.

I won’t bore you with the details, but by the end of it, there were eight dresses, six pairs of shoes, five skirts, four blouses, two jewelry boxes and one pantsuit which had all been considered, and discarded. But hey, (even if she wasn’t sure), the result was lovely enough to make up for all of the effort put into it. (She was careful to select a dress which just completely covered her tattoo. If the tips of some feathers showed when she sat, it wasn’t a big deal). And by the time all of that was sorted, and she’d put the finishing touches on (mascara, lipgloss, eyeliner) she had only a half hour to wait.

As the minutes closed in, and she grabbed her purse by the door, she looked at the compartment where she stored her camera, (reversible) jacket and (collapsible) red helmet. There was no reason why she would need them, right?.. Just in case. They nestled in the bottom of her bag (save the small camera), neatly, before she drew in a huge breath, exhaled, locked her door and made (ran) her way down the three flights of stairs, stalling at the bottom, and ogling for a moment the front door of her building. “No time like the present." She murmured, before checking the time on her phone. Perfect. The minute turned almost exactly when she reached the door. (She remembered something about him having a time niche).

And there she found herself opening the front door to her apartment complex, face-to-face with-

A camera.

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"Eeeh?" She immediately blinked in surprise, before smiling in a baffled sort of way, "A press ambush! Now that’s hardly fair at all!" She avoided folding her arms, but nervously pulled some hair behind her left ear while making her way closer to his car, "Already turning my tricks back on me, Kameraman-kun! I only wish I was more photogenic.”

While Hakuba’s camera was, no doubt, of less caliber than Emi’s, it was still an expensive digital SLR. Which meant that the detective was able to take a lot of photos very quickly. As she got closer, though, he set it down in lieu of letting himself out of the car so that he could jog around and get her door.

"Nonsense, Himura-san! You’re quite lovely.” She really was. Hakuba made sure to give her a quick once-over, just barely obvious enough for her to notice if she were watching. Then, he smiled with ease, already much more relaxed with the whole affair. After all, his attention was now on her instead of himself, which helped things considerably. 

The detective reached for her hand with one of his own, and the car door with the other, swinging it open with a bow of his head. 

“Come along, my lady- your chariot awaits."