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Hate Date in Osaka

meitanteiosaka:

Heiji felt like he was talking himself into a hole, if Hakuba’s body language was anything to go by. Every time he spoke, the Brit tensed up more and more.

He wanted to hit his head against the counter. Nothing he said seemed to cheer the other detective up. He didn’t even know why he was trying anymore.

Fine. One last try.

“Look. S’obvious I’ve offended ya. So jus’ tell me what I said wrong.”

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It frustrated Hakuba that Hattori could be so direct. So… aggressive, even in a public setting. He took a deep, but quiet breath, held it for two heartbeats, then let it out slowly, calming himself. He could address the matter civilly and appropriately, right? Even though it was Hattori. 

“Everything you said was wrong." 

Oh. Maybe not. 

The foreign detective glared down at the food in front of him, picking at it uselessly with his chopsticks. Not because he couldn’t use chopsticks – he was actually quite skilled with them! – but because he really could not bring himself to eat while this upset.

"Do you have any idea how embarrassed I am? How hard it is to… to be here and look like an idiot, unintentionally offending others because of my.. my lack of super secret special knowledge that you possess? God, Hattori, it’s almost as if you just don’t get it. I’d… I’d like to see you try to survive in England for a week, let alone take classes AND manage to stay at the top of your class in school. Can you even speak English?!”

All of this was said quietly, the end a hissed whisper. He didn’t want to draw attention to them, but it was difficult when things were heated. And, clearly, he was upset. 

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phantom-thief-kid:

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“Yeah. But I doubt it’d happen, Hakuba. Despite the magic thing, I’m not a dragon. That would be cool, I have to admit.” He stretched out and yawned.

This reaction did surprise Kaito, Hakuba being something other than either dismissive or having his brain break due to how illogical stuff like magic was.

“Maybe some other time." 

Hakuba closed the laptop and looked at the case files on his desk, eyes tiredly narrowing at them.

"I’m… very relieved to hear that you’re all right, Kaito-kun. Very, very relieved. And appreciate that you called me to tell me before I terrorized the force into organizing a search and rescue party.”  He stifled a yawn. “…but I think I’d better get back to work.”

He leaned over, resting his forehead against the desk. 

“Dinner… some time soon?”

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phantom-thief-kid: 

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“Of course I mean the stage trick, Hakuba. What, you think I turned into a dragon? Well, if I did, I would have broken into your place and laid there, just to see your face when you saw me.” He just grinned for a moment. Him as a dragon would’ve been interesting, admittedly. Flying would probably be fun, too.

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“I think I would like that if you did,” Hakuba answered honestly before he really had a chance to think that through. He left the window seat and went to his desk, pulling up his laptop.

“Probably an white, eastern-style dragon for you… Would you really visit me if that happened?”

Hakuba hadn’t slept in a while, which perhaps explained the rather non-detectivey response, but he didn’t seem to notice, distracted by looking up images on the internet.

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Some Nights (blackfeatherswhitedoves)

blackfeatherswhitedoves:

KID remained silent as he worked on the lock, the door clicking open in a manner of seconds.  One day he’d have to officially thank Chikage for letting him play with locks so much as a child; it was an extremely useful skill for someone such as himself.  Still, he barely noticed Hakuba there until he was standing up and opening the door, allowing his guest to enter first.  To say the least, he hadn’t noticed the stain on his suit, and the low lighting still made it difficult to discern any dark spots on Hakuba.

“Physically, yes.  Right now.  Are you?"  The thief frowned in worry, waiting for Hakuba to enter first and closing the door behind them.  He was careful to relock it, hoping to avoid suspicion.  Carelessness always spoiled a getaway, and with an innocent in tow, he refused to take unnecessary risks.

Hakuba moved through the door, getting out of the way before looking back at Kaitou again. "I think…” he began to say, then really looked at himself. Tear in his suit in three places, two of which were wet with blood as he touched them. That was… troubling. He grimaced, touching and prodding at the wounds to feel how deep they were, though it was difficult to tell. 

“I’ve been hit, I think. Ah, I hope that’s not my blood on your suit.” He gestured toward the  dark splotches on white. He turned back to the rest of the room. “I’m going to see if there are any utilities running to this place, still…" 

The shop, despite being closed, was full of clothing racks and shelves. Costumes, dresses, wigs, and props a-plenty. The detective thought it was a little eerie, honestly, and strayed past the row of really creepy manikins.

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phantom-thief-kid:

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“Yeah!” Kaito grinned even wider. It’d been a while since he’d performed elaborate tricks when not KID, so he was ecstatic for this. (That lack of performing, though, was partially due to how often he was running around as KID lately.)

“I’ve got the tricks planned and I figured out how to incorporate the red lines during that night, if I can’t blot them out with makeup or disguising tricks. I’m not going to do anything too dangerous, such as fire breathing. I’d rather not give anyone a heart attack. And mistakes would hurt, even with the invulnerability.”

“F-fire… Fire breathing?" 

Hakuba looked at his reflection in the window he was seated next to, noting his own, confused frown with some dismay.

"Ah, you… you mean the stage performance trick, surely… not that you, yourself, can breathe fire now?" 

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phantom-thief-kid:

“It’s fine,” he said airily. Keeping secrets was always a pain, but this was getting ridiculous. As soon as he had finally let someone in on it, the universe decided it was time to add on to the double life, just for shits and giggles. (Maybe he pissed off someone in a previous life?)

“Anyway, how have you been, disappointment and panic aside?”

“I’ve been… fine." Hakuba looked at his watch. "Thank you for asking." 

He wasn’t fine, but Kaito didn’t need to know that. Time for a diversion of his own. "Are things still looking good for the charity benefit? Mum’s in town now. She’s… very excited." 

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phantom-thief-kid:

“Of course I will, Hakuba.” He grinned. “After all, this has to be one of the few times, if not the first time, KID has not appeared when he said he would.“

Now he’d have to do some misdirection. He would rather avoid breaking one of his detectives’ brains again (especially since he wasn’t there in-person) and not being sure of what happened himself would be interesting. “Well, detective, were you disappointed?" 

It was nice, hearing his name spoken by Kaito, especially in confidence with the rather secret information that they were discussing.The question drew Hakuba out of that train of thought and he blinked.

"Disappointed? Of course. I always like watching you work. Though, admittedly, I really was mostly just worried.”

He wanted to go on, all about how he didn’t know what he’d do if he lost him, if something happened to him, etc, etc, so on, but Hakuba was fairly certain that it would be returned only with a ‘I’m invincible now’ and a ‘you worry too much,’ so he refrained.

“Sorry for all of the, ah, voicemails. I panicked.”

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phantom-thief-kid:

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“Yeah, I’m fine,” he said, albeit distractedly. Big furry thing that nobody could quite identify? Oh, boy. He really bit off much more than he could chew this time. “Just checking, because I wasn’t quite sure of what happened last night myself. No, I didn’t end up attacked or injured, just to clear that up.”

“That’s comforting, at least.”  Hakuba didn’t sound convinced. “Ah, but last night? I hope you’re planning to offer an official apology. Everyone was quite disappointed that you couldn’t make it." 

That was putting it very lightly, but the detective didn’t wish to press. At least, too hard.

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Hate Date in Osaka

meitanteiosaka:

Heiji looked confused at the statement. “Wha? No, I don’ think yer a stupid foreigner. I think yer a stuck-up, annoyin’ prat with an attitude problem, but I don’ think yer stupid.“ Ah, his dish was done, and he dug into it, savoring the bite. Delicious, as always. “This ain’t about th’ Detective Koushien case, is it? That was an easy mistake ta make. Anyone coulda done the same. That doesn’t make ya stupid.” It just makes me smarter than ya, he wisely refrained from saying. He didn’t think that statement would go over too well in their current conversation.

Another bite. Oh-so-good. He’d missed this place. Hadn’t been here in far too long. “An’ yer a Half, right? That doesn’t really make ya a foreigner.“ He leaned back and frowned slightly. “Unless ya don’t consider Japan yer home?”

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There had been the smallest spark of hope at the beginning of Hattori’s response. The, ‘no I don’t think’ part, but then, as he continued to speak, the hope was crushed. More like it was poisoned, strangled, stabbed in the back, and drowned in the waters of that odd combination of first and second hand embarrassment.

Hakuba clenched his fists in his pockets, listening to the Osakan ramble on near unintelligibly, expression even and stone.  He’d admitted his failure in the Koushien then and there. Why was there any reason at all to bring it up again? It wasn’t as if Hattori were any more a detective than he was. In fact, he’d looked at the data himself, and knew that he was more accomplished than Hattori. With all of the infractions that the god damned brute had committed, he shouldn’t have even been allowed to participate. He didn’t have the right to call himself a detective. And as the son of the Superintendent Supervisor, he should be ashamed for his behavior. 

He wanted to get up and leave right then and there. But with food already ordered, it would be rude to the restaurant owner to do so. Nevertheless, the bitterness never went further than the white knuckled grip inside of his pockets and the silence that he so tangibly gave. 

The question, however, was addressed after another moment of quiet contemplation. 

“I am a ‘halfer,’ yes,” Hakuba said at first, briefly wondering if Hattori had any idea just how insulting the term was. “I have dual nationality so I am technically a citizen, but Japan is ‘home’ only in that my father is here." 

Food was delivered, set before him. He offered his thanks, then looked at it with a stab of painful regret. It looked delicious, certainly, but he’d very much lost his appetite.  Hakuba reached for chopsticks, not wishing to offend.

Let Hattori talk his mouth off. He didn’t care.