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Hate Date in Osaka

meitanteiosaka:

“Helps on a few,” he admitted. “Don’t run inta many people who speak th’ language, though. An’ since I work local, ain’t many cases where it’s necessary.“

The conversation was pretty much over after that. The restaurant owner couldn’t think of a reply to all that information, and looked somewhat stunned at the knowledge one of his regulars possessed. Heiji continued to drink his tea, slowing his pace so that he’d finish at the same time as Hakuba. He then pulled out his wallet and paid for his own meal, just as he’d promised, before saying goodbye and slipping outside to wait for the Brit.

"So, didja still need help ta find th’ library, or d’ya remember how ta get there?”

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After thanking the owner and paying his dues, Hakuba caught up with Heiji. He hummed thoughtfully, whisking his mobile from his pocket, and pulled up a navigation application. “I believe that I can get there from here on my own, between this and your earlier instructions…” he answered honestly, then looked back at the Osakan.

“You’re welcome to come with me if you like, but I worry that I’ve already taken up far too much of your time, Hattori-san… Thank you, again, for helping me out and, ah… letting me yell a bit." 

Sheepish, but pleasant enough, Hakuba extended his hand for a gentleman’s handshake. Without even waiting to see if Heiji wanted to go with him. 

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askkudoushinichi:

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“It’s actually just around the corner,” he answered quickly, waving his hand noncommittally in the direction of the restaurant before continuing the conversation.

“I guess I don’t really have that same ambition but I still get it. You want to be better than other people, right?” he concluded. “But more importantly, you want to impress people. It’s about your reputation. You want to look good because that will make your father look good too.“

Hakuba didn’t act like a selfish person so his need to succeed didn’t really make sense if he was doing it for himself. His father, on the other hand, was a powerful man in the police force. Any action Hakuba took would reflect on his father, for better or worse.

"I think you’re doing a great job, so you should probably stop worrying about it so much.”

“Ah…” Such praise from his senpai. Hakuba rubbed the back of his head, combing his hair with his fingers in embarrassment – but at least it was the good kind of embarrassment. “Y-yes… I suppose that sums it up nicely, Kudou-san… Thank you very much for the high compliments." 

It was true, to, at least as far as Hakuba was concerned. Doing well honored his father and helped to set himself apart… in a way that made it less about his mixed heritage and more about how much he was legitimately better. 

Truly, Kudou-san was a most masterful detective to have figured that out, indeed. 

"Ah, speaking of fathers… How are your parents? I must confess that I’m a great fan of your father’s novels…”

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hannah-shikari:

“Akio! Where are you?!” it was difficult to get her to panic, so used to being the one who needed to keep a level-mind. But when it involved her beloved canine partner, she couldn’t keep her calm as she made her way around the unfamiliar neighbourhood. She should have maybe paid a bit more attention to where she was going with how bad she was with directions, but she couldn’t concentrate as panic enveloped her heart.

Comfortable shoes be damned, she didn’t care that she was running around in an uncomfortable pair of flats or the fact that she would eventually end up with blisters and scratches by the end of the night. She had dashed off the moment she found out that the dog had ran off fifteen minutes before she came home. With her brother combing the other side of the neighbourhood, she had quickly shoved on a pair of shoes before running off with her cellphone in her pocket.

She took quick notice of how late it had gotten, almost time for dinner and she still hadn’t found the small bundle of joy. From how her cellphone hadn’t rang, it wasn’t hard to guess that her brother hadn’t found the lively dog nor had he came home since her mother would’ve called and told her to come home. Sighing to herself, maybe she would make one last round through the neighbourhood. Maybe her beloved canine partner had gotten into someone’s house by mistake, or got stuck in someone’s yard ornaments again.

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“Young Master…?”

Hakuba looked up from his book in the study to see Baaya, wringing her hands together. She was a fretter by nature, which is probably why the pair of them got along so famously, and it only took him a moment before he, too, felt anxious. “What’s wrong, Baaya?”

“There’s a dog on the lawn.”

The detective blinked and pulled himself up from the lazy lounge he’d taken to a formal sit. “A dog?”

“Y-yes. And it’s digging up your mother’s flowers.”

Hakuba frowned. “Have you tried shooing it away?”

“Yes, but it seems rather determined.”

“Can you physically move it? What kind of dog is it?”

“It’s a… a hound of some sort?”

“How big?”

“Big…ish…" 

"All right, all right, I’ll take care of it, Baaya." After a sigh, Hakuba marked his place in the book and got to his feet.

The woman was wonderfully good at many, many things, but when it came to strange or wild animals, she was wary. Understandably, but that meant that Saguru often had to step in. Especially as all of the other house staff were terrified of anything that scurried. Silly. 

"Is it just out front?”

“Yes. Ah, be careful, young master!”

Hakuba let himself out, quick to close the door behind him to prevent any such animals from getting inside, then set to investigating. It didn’t take long, though, to find the beagle overturning the yellow tulips. He smirked. A beagle? Baaya was scared of a beagle. 

The detective moved around, calmly, slowly, and crouched nearby, holding a hand out loosely in case the dog wanted to sniff his hand. “Oi, pup,” he called in English, smile fond. “You can’t be digging around in the flower bed, my mum’ll be quite cross, you know? Oi, come here, then, love. Let’s see if you’ve got any identification on you.”

He whistled and clicked his tongue, then patted his lap – something that had always been quite effective on his own animals.

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Moonlight Visitor

themoonlightthief:

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Of course Hakuba would say something like that. It didn’t surprise the thief in the slightest nor did it do anything to stop another flash of concern from flickering across his face.

“So you say. But I would advise you to not underestimate the power of nightmares, detective,” he said quietly, fixing a serious look on the taller teen. “Or lack of sleep.“

He knew perfectly well the risks of working too hard and not having time for sleep and, he assumed, what with Hakuba’s own occupation, the same kind of dangers applied to him as well. Being unfocused and losing concentration – especially during a critical point in a risky situation – and more was not something to underestimate.

…He looked exhausted.

"Have you tried sleeping pills? They might at least keep the dreams away for a while.”

Hakuba frowned. He’d said too much. The last thing he wanted was for KID to worry about him. Actually, that wasn’t true, but he certainly didn’t want to burden the thief with unnecessary drama. 

“Mm. I’ll, ah, try that. Thank you." 

The detective stifled a yawn and hesitated. Kaitou was concerned, or at least was doing a good job of making it seem like he was. So he laughed, tired but amused.

"Since when do you take delivery requests? I thought stealing was your modus operandi. Don’t tell me that you’re really just a marshmallow under all of that fine silk.”

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phantom-thief-kid:

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“Yeah, fine… I’m home alone for a while, anyway. My mum had a trip with one of her friends. Honestly, I’m waiting for her to have me return some more of her old heist stuff, regardless of whether or not she is here or off traveling…” He trailed off. No need to elaborate on Phantom Lady being his mom. Not yet, anyway.

Kaito fiddled with the ring gingerly, trying not to irritate it too much. “It’s fine, Hakuba. It is probably more because of how it’s fitted to my human form. It hurts now, so I’m thinking it’s too small for that form.“

"Lions… do have rather large toes.” Hakuba cleared his throat with an awkward cough, looking back to the desk and the deer leg. That didn’t explain why Kaito was actually wearing the ring. Yes, he’d given it to him, but… He shook his head, anxious. “I- ah, could…”

Think about it carefully, Hakuba. Mother in town. Charity benefit very soon. Kaito turning into a prowling lion. Wearing that ring. Killing deer. And so many unanswered questions about where they stood. Plus, well, they were alone together in Kaito’s bedroom, with Kaito was still blood stained and naked. Hakuba rubbed the back of his head.

“I’ve been doing research. I can gather necessary containment supplies and, ah, volunteer to… stay with you, if that…”  It sounded stupid as he said it. Foolish. Kaito shouldn’t be alone, but why would he want the detective to help? “Rather, I can help with supplies and contingencies if you have someone in mind to stay… To make sure that you don’t get into trouble until this mess is sorted out…” He frowned. “Do you, ah… are you comfortable in all that blood, Kaito-kun?”

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An Email from Mother || akaikujixyaku

akaikujixyaku:

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Emi’s plans were never made very much ahead of time, so when she tried to run through her calendar for the week, nothing came to mind, “R-Right, Marion, I’ll remember that, eheh, I’m pretty much free all week…" Sweet girl, Emi dear, this lady sure seemed to know a bit more about the young journalist than she knew in return. But then, she’d probably done her research (and with a husband like that, her reach would be pretty far). Had she really been that impressed with the articles she’d done for local magazines? It wasn’t as if she’d been able to tie the Scarlet Feather publications to her… Right? Right.

It was still funny that she would be the one chosen for this, though. Shucks. (Emi seriously didn’t think she was nearly as charming as this lady believed).

"O-Oh, Miss Marion, are you—?" She was already off the line. Thank god she wasn’t in the same room as these people right now, because as soon as she realized that she was actually putting Saguru-sama on to discuss this (crazy, wild, amazing) unexpected plan, she turned red from underneath her cheekbones all the way up to the tips of her ears. "Eh, Hello?”

There was a moment more of silence before some shuffling and then, finally, “Ah- hello.”

It was the young detective himself, holding the phone against his ear while Marion lingered very close by, watching his every move. Hakuba held back a sigh of despair, pulling the corded phone a little further from the receiver so he could straighten up into a more comfortable stand.

“Himura-san? Ah, thank you for taking time out of your schedule to speak with me… Ah, please, allow me to first apologize for the, uhm, unusual nature of this… ah…”

“Saguru! Just talk to her! It’s NOT THAT HARD!" Marion hissed at him in a whisper loud enough that most of the household could hear it.

Hakuba rubbed at his forehead wearily. "Are you available tomorrow evening, perhaps? I should very much like to take you out about town if.. ah, if you’re interested…”

“Of course she’s interested! That was the whole point of the email, Saguru-chan!”

“…Ah, if you’re interested, Himura-san.”

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phantom-thief-kid:

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“Oh, I’m fine.” He laid back, crossing his legs as he did so. Well, that was a relief. He didn’t kill anyone, at least as far as he knew.

“So lion me considers you territory?” Kaito grinned slightly. “Still, you’re right. This is really, really bad, especially since I am not sure about when I keep transforming. And you’re taking this rather well, Hakuba…"

This was really starting to bug him. It was a rather bizarre juxtaposition, Hakuba fainting when he found out about Kudou, yet seeming entirely together and a little too damn calm when his friend turned into a fully grown lion.

Too damn calm was right. Hakuba blinked, tilting his head at Kaito’s last statement. “Ah, well… there’s work to be done and shutting down won’t help anything.”  The detective bit his lip. 

“I suggest that you not be alone for the time being, as you don’t seem to be yourself as a lion, claiming me as territory aside…  Ah, speaking of which, the, ah, the ring?” Hakuba flushed. “The, ah, lion didn’t… seem to like it.. And, ah, had I known you were actually going to wear it, I would have gotten something a little more practical… Ahm.”

At least the formally too-calm detective had returned to flustered embarrassment. 

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Hate Date in Osaka

meitanteiosaka:

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Oh, so he wanted to switch back to Japanese? Well, that was fine with him, and Katsura-han might be interested, too. “TV an’ radio, pretty much. Mostly news. There’re a lotta fun American movies an’ programs out there, an’ I jus’ kept studyin’ ‘til I not only could understand ‘em, but recite ‘em an’ know what I was sayin’. Readin’s a different story.“ He chuckled fondly at the memory. “Picked up an Ellery Queen book at th’ library an’ fell in love. Got th’ English versions an’ didn’t stop ‘til I could understand those, too.” He dropped his chin on his hand, thinking. “Was also when I decided ta be a detective, instead’v a cop, come ta think’v it.“ Yes, that was definitely one of his, if not the most, defining moments in his childhood. He owed a lot to Ellery Queen, another reason why he defended the author duo above Conan Doyle.

"S’a tough language ta learn,” he admitted. “A lotta th’ letters don’t have a set pronunciation, so s’almost like ya have ta speak a word ‘fore ya can read it.“ Well, he learned how to speak the language before reading, so it was easy for him to match up written words with what he knew. It might work differently for other people. And it wasn’t like he had to know the pronunciation of a word, but he was a bit of a perfectionist and needed to know both definition and pronunciation. He’d had to extensively study the dictionary and memorize the International Phonetic Alphabet in order to do that, but at least his knowledge of the IPA helped with other languages.

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Th-that… That was adorable. Even Hakuba couldn’t deny it. It made the smile on the foreign detective’s face decidedly fond. 

"I’m impressed,” Hakuba said, continuing on in Japanese. “That’s quite the story. You’re rather good at it, Hattori-san. You could easily be an interpreter.” He chuckled after that, because he knew very well that that was not Heiji’s chosen career path, and amended his statement. “I’m certain that it helps on cases. Being fluent in both has certainly helped me, at any rate." 

He picked up his own tea and drank from it, deciding to stop while he was ahead and let the locals converse while he listened. Bulldozing Katsura-san would undo all of the repair they’d started.

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themoonlightthief:

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…Really? 

Did Hakuba really just ask that?

Decidedly ignoring the question – because answering it would just be too much trouble and create even more awkwardness than the detective had already managed to do – Kaito kneeled in front of the TV and pulled the drawer open. “I like action, comedy and horror. Fantasy’s pretty fun too. And movies based on magic. Obviously.“

A small grin curled at the corners of his lips as he pulled The Illusionist from the pile of movies and held it up for Hakuba to see. “Seen it?”

“Ah…”  Hakuba blinked at the case, tilting his head curiously. “The Illusionist… No, I don’t think that I have.” The detective reached for the case. “Is it good? Is this what you’d like to watch? What happens? Who’s in it?”

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An Email from Mother || akaikujixyaku

akaikujixyaku:

♪♫*New Email Message*♫♪

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Great. It was probably Iro ‘Where’s the new article O’great artist?’ ‘I’ven’t heard anything in days, did you finally get yourself killed? Can’t say I didn’t warn you, cheh.’ or something else of an editor’s usual disturbance, (needless to say, she was pulling her phone up with a less than optimistic attitude. But you’ll forgive that, she’d been out late working on just such a story, and was running on nothing but the glorious thing which was caffeinated tea). However, her tired eyes flickered more open, and mind veered to life when she realized that she didn’t recognize the sender. Strange. She didn’t give her email to many people. But it didn’t ring spammail- and it hadn’t been filtered out by her virus defender.

(Curiosity always got the better of her anyhow)

It took all of three seconds to reach the name ‘Marion Hakuba’ and in all honesty, the phone nearly dropped right out of her fingertips— (luckily, she treasured the item too much to let it fall. Cat like reflexes engaged), she caught it with some scrambling, breathing out and pulling it back up to eye level, determined to get to the message’s end this time, even if it meant holding her breath. And good on the young Himura, she made it that time. And promptly went back and read it over again, and again, and twice more over.

(It wasn’t even so much that she didn’t think it was credible, because everything looked in order about the message, it looked very professional and not at all suspicious— point was, she just didn’t understand what was happening, because all of her logical processors had, decidedly, quit. No two week notice, just up and whoosh gone they were)

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Now, she’d interviewed him… once? Twice maybe, sent questions, nice emails (nearly fanmail, but still with a casual inquisitive nature), and they’d had various small virtual interactions, however… just how on Earth had this come about— He has agreed to my terms — now why in the world would he go and do that oh my goodness what how why what. Did mothers really do this? Seriously? It seemed so… invasive. But then she did call herself the meddling mother, so it seemed like she’d come to terms with the facts of the matter… And on at least a few points, she did understand. Emi’s American heritage and decidedly American appearance had done it’s fair share of alienating her when she was young, (it was her determination and later developed extroversion which earned her the friends she had), and certainly could make her feel a little displaced in some social situations. But Sagu- Hakuba-sama, didn’t seem the type to let that get in his way!

He was so charming, so suave and likable! (A little bit conceited sometimes, sure, but who wasn’t when they were that smart? Sheesh)— it didn’t make sense to her at all!.. 

Still…

An email had cropped up offering her a formal outing (date it was a date) with Saguru Hakuba— Even from just a professional standpoint, there was no way she should pass this up, right? (As if it was really her career choice that was governing this decision at all).

Was he really okay with it?..

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*♪♫♪♫♪♪♪*

“Yes, eh, hello? Mrs. Hakuba— Hakuba-San— oh, rats, Madame Hakuba? Yes, I was calling about the email you sent me… As long as you’re certain that Saguru-sama- I mean, your son, is alright with the arrangement.. I’d very much like to be of any help that I can.”

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“Oh yes, yes, yes, of course he’s all right with it! I’m so glad that you called, Emi dear. This is wonderful news. And please, call me Marion. Oh, such a sweet girl you are. What nights are you free this week? We’re unfortunately stuck doing a charity benefit this weekend, but would any other time be acceptable? Oh, perhaps I should have him talk to you and arrange this… I can’t meddle with every little detail, can I? Hee hee! Hold on, let me get him~”