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For the Love of a Painting || kaitouxjeanne

The following evening brought out the usual high society crowd in droves. Each dressed in their finest to impress, young Saguru Hakuba included. He’d forgone wearing the deerstalker and ‘classic’ Sherlock outfit in favor of a black tux with burgundy vest, both because the costume was technically inaccurate and because he wanted to show off as he had been unable to adequately do the night before. If there was ever a time to be a pompous ass, a function like this was it. 

He stood near his client as they greeted the guests, but could not keep himself from glancing periodically at the painting in question. Truthfully, he was a little nervous. He much preferred to work with cold, dead corpses that weren’t going anywhere, with paper trails coated in inherent flaws that he could inspect to unearth the truth. This robbery business… It was well enough and fine, but he was no athlete made to chase over buildings and up walls. And their riddles? Exhausting. But he did as he clients bid him to do, and so steeled himself for the evening.

Hakuba nodded politely, charming smile fixed into place, polished and friendly as was expected. Despite the mixed blood, he had good breeding on both sides, which went a long way with the rich crowd. ‘Oh, both sides of the family are rich? What a fine young gentleman!’ 

It was difficult not to think about that while taking the hands of the ladies to kiss and the men to shake, nodding hellos, bowing, and offering bits of trivia about themselves to confirm that, yes, he was supposed to be there, he did belong, and he was a damn good detective there was no need to worry. 

But where of the girl from the night before? She was new. Jeanne. He hardly knew anything about her except that she was interesting and very suspicious, both of which he enjoyed. Surely, she would show. 

He hid a sigh and turned to his client, raising a faint brow at a whispered request, then moved away to seek out a server. Asked to retrieve drinks? He wasn’t a butler. But he did as he was told, slipping into the crowd, disappointed bitterness hidden away.

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Of Crimson, Tigers, and Birdwatching

phantom-thief-kid:

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“I can’t forget this ‘raven business,’ though. It is tempting, yes. Even so, I’m not going to leave my friends who are involved with those ravens. Also, please don’t bring Hattori into this. He and I get along fine, unlike you and him.”

Interesting choice of a location, now that he thought of it.  He rested his head on the rail. Yes, running could get you far, but it didn’t change how the people left behind were stuck in whatever cesspool you’d fled.

“And I got a bizarre riddle. From what I can tell, if I don’t figure it out and stop the writer, they’re going to kill someone very soon. I’m not gonna let that happen either, Hakuba..” No need to mention Sazerac being the writer. That… wouldn’t go over well.

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“I… was joking,” Hakuba said, frowning again. “I know we can’t just leave." 

The detective turned back to the city view. He knew he was being unreasonable, but it still hurt. 

"I went and visited Hattori-san just like you asked. I was more than polite. I’m not going to cause any problems, don’t worry. I’m not the one that has an extreme temper and violence problem.” Pause. “…bizarre riddle? Wait, since when were you a homicide detective?”

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themoonlightthief:

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An utterly unamused look was aimed the detective’s way as he noted Hakuba’s own expression and he had to resist the urge to mutter some very well chosen words under his breath.

Well.

Two could play this game. Whatever kind of game it was Hakuba was playing.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but if you’re planning on staying here, then one pizza is not going to be enough,” he replied with a roll of his eyes and turned to head back inside, reluctantly motioning for the other to follow.

He’d hidden the sapphire in the secret room behind the painting, and there was no way Hakuba was getting in there. It didn’t stop Kaito from feeling slightly unsettled though – he hadn’t expected to run into the detective again quite so soon – but he hid it with ease behind a well practiced poker face.

Success.

Hakuba walked into the house and removed his shoes, casually taking in the surroundings with careful, practiced gaze. Yes, memorize all of the details.

“That’s fine. You order, I’ll hand you my credit card. Is that agreeable enough for you?”

Shoes off, he straightened up and offered a grin. It was that same amused, ‘I’ve got you now’ kind of grin that he had worn before, but now it was a little more relaxed.

“We need drinks, too. I suppose pizza delivery doesn’t bring scotch, but… Soda should be fine? What do delivery places in Japan usually bring? Do you have tea already in the house? Oh, wait, I’m sure that you do… Oh, are you watching something?" 

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koizumiakako:

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More than anything, having him roll his eyes at her had irritated Akako the most and for a moment she imagined that he had actually rebuffed her invitation. Thankfully, for both of them, he had conceded and made his way over to the table. She ignored his rudeness and instead fixed him with an equally neutral stare, trying to hide the effect he had caused.

“Hello, Hakuba-kun,” she greeted flatly. There was no inflection in her voice; not even a hint that they had once been involved in any way. She laid the spoon on the table next to the half-empty cup of melting cream and straightened it just so before taking a small sip of iced tea. Normally she preferred juice but she had been going through a lot of changes recently.

Crossing one leg over the other and straightening her back, Akako tried her best to appear taller. It wasn’t difficult considering she already rivaled his height on a normal day but she hadn’t been feeling her best and the extra few inches couldn’t hurt.

“What brings you here?” She was only half curious but chose sugar over vinegar. Saguru probably wouldn’t respond to anything else from her. Actually, even with him joining her, Akako would still be a little bit surprised if he decided to respond at all.

The posturing was noted with a bite of irritation, which Hakuba showed by tightening his jaw. He nodded to her greeting, then took a sip of coffee – which was, as always, far too hot to drink right away – then set it down in silence. Until the question, anyway. 

“I had some shopping to take care of,” the detective answered quietly, stating the obvious. “I suppose I should ask the same of you?”

Hakuba glanced over again, trying sort of hard to keep the disdain out of his expression and stay neutral. When it didn’t work, the drank more burning coffee. Ow. 

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askkudoushinichi:

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“The police can always use the help on cold cases. Is there any specific reason you would choose the United Kingdom over Japan?” he asked as an after thought. It did seem rather strange to him, but then again, he realized that Saguru was raised in England.

They were a lot alike in some ways and then completely different in others. While Saguru wanted to work on cold cases, Shinichi was much more involved in the here and now. Organized crime had become his game, which wasn’t really all that surprising. Maybe he would go back to solving murders when they were finally put behind bars.

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The question brought Hakuba to a near-stumble. “Ah, Kudou-san… Well, that is to say…”  

He looked back at Shinichi, raising a brow, frowning somewhat. Either Shinichi was teasing him or he’d somehow managed to transcend mortality and was, as he might have guessed, an angel of equality.

Either way, he decided to err on the side of caution and answer the question seriously. 

“Considering I look about as Japanese as a piñata, I’ll never make it past rank 6, and that’s only if I am incredibly fortunate. I’ll have a much better chance advancing in London." 

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Of Crimson, Tigers, and Birdwatching

phantom-thief-kid:

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“I swear, detective. You and Kudou both know how to kill figures of speech.” He sighed. Really, that was a pain. Metaphors and figures of speech were fun.

“I do need people, you know. And I just think that you’re worrying too much about what can’t be controlled instead of what can.” Kaito scratched the back of his head. “That’s asking for problems, Hakuba. Fretting about not things uncontrollable is already bad enough, then you add in the worry that happens when things don’t go your way and how you can’t change it.“

Hakuba looked unconvinced as he watched Kaito attempt to explain whatever it was he was going on about, then sighed. "Fine! Fine. If you’d like me not to worry so much, then run away with me. Let’s leave for Paris tonight. We’ll forget all about this raven business, escape from all of the Hattori Heijis, and deal with the immortality  whenever it comes to it.”

Part of him was dead serious. But then, part of him was always dead set on running away to Paris at any moment’s notice. He smirked.

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koizumiakako:

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With another sigh she looked back down at the table and swirled the spoon around the dessert cup in front of her. Honestly, she hadn’t really meant to cause him so much pain. The whole affair had been based on her spell over him, which wouldn’t have hurt him so much upon it’s removal unless he had actually developed some sort of genuine feelings for her. It wasn’t her fault that he had actually started to like her! Especially when she made it clear that she was trying to get Kaito’s attention.

Obviously it didn’t work. It never did no matter which Kaito she tried it on because there was always someone else. Aoko, Kudou, and sometimes even Hakuba himself. Maybe she had done it as a sort of backhanded revenge but it seemed silly since Hakuba hadn’t done anything.

Why wouldn’t he be pissed? She could feel it radiating off of him, and while she wasn’t scared of him in the slightest, it still left her with an uneasy feeling that she couldn’t quite shake off.

Looking back up at him she nodded her head toward the seat opposite her. A talk was probably long overdue. And while she wasn’t quite sure what to say, it seemed that it was inevitable. He probably had plenty to get off his chest and likewise she had a few things to get off her own.

Things had changed since then.

An invitation to sit with her. With her. Hakuba rolled his eyes, turning his head away again, but hesitated. Evil, temptress witch or not, Akako was still a lady – at least she presented herself as such – and if Hakuba was really a true gentleman, he would give her another chance. He considered, briefly, if he really needed to be a gentleman in this case, but eventually, reluctantly, conceded. 

Defeated, he could only give the cashier a mournful, pleading look as she handed him his coffee. He rolled his hip, pulling away from the counter he’d been leaning on, and slowly trudged in despair toward Akako’s table as if he were marching to his own, certain, miserable death.

Once he arrived, he looked at her again, pressing his lips into a thin, straight line; a supposedly neutral expression that he often wore when he was trying to decide what mood he wanted to be in before speaking. Then, he did the rudest thing he could think of to do and pulled a chair back and taking a seat without being explicitly asked to or having asked first. The coffee ended up set on the table while Hakuba organized the shopping bags at his feet. 

He said nothing (which was also quite rude of him to do), and didn’t even care.

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askkudoushinichi:

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“You know quite a lot about me. Which means you’ve really done your homework. I didn’t think I was that interesting.” He chuckled, smiling at him. “But you’re right, I guess. I don’t always follow the rules but I don’t really break them either. Only bend. The police still look down on that though so it’s not the best plan for me.“

The conversation had surprised him. He hadn’t expected it to be so casual, especially since they barely knew each other but Hakuba had been surprisingly humble around him. It seemed that his reputation preceded him but Shinichi had still expected to see a little of that arrogant personality he had experienced twice before. But in this situation, it was surprisingly nonexistent.

"It sounds like that’s your plan. To go into the force like your father? That’s pretty admirable in itself. He must be proud of you.”

Hakuba resisted the urge to comment that Kudou-san was, in fact, very interesting and that, yes, he had done a lot of homework on him. Probably too much.

When the talk moved back onto Hakuba, he shrugged. “Ah, there are still a lot of things that I have yet to consider as far as the specifics go… but I do think that I will likely attempts to join Scotland Yard in the United Kingdom and help with their forensics and cold case files.” He frowned a little. “I guess I like paperwork too much to go out on my own.”

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koizumiakako:

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Of course she had noticed. Akako had recognized his voice the moment he had spoken to the cashier but noticing and initiating conversation were two completely different things. When she had looked to find the source of the familiar voice she had easily pinpointed him by his blond hair and refined stance, even under the weight of so many shopping bags.

So she had waited to see if he would see her and sure enough he had. And then he immediately looked away and she bristled slightly at being ignored, even though she was doing the same thing.

Of course he would still be mad. The idea occurred to her quickly and it calmed her attitude, but only slightly. When he turned back to look at her again she couldn’t help but feel a pang of hurt at the look on his face; as if he had been hoping to never see her again. She had hoped to never see that face on a man ever again.

So instead of turning away, she gave him a tiny wave, nearly unnoticeable but she was sure that he would.

Oh no. She had noticed. And then- what, a wave?

Hakuba frowned. He wasn’t sure how else to react. After what she’d done, a wave? He fought the compulsion to wave back. To smile and nod at her in greeting. It would be rude to ignore her gesture, but then, he didn’t really have anything to say to her that wasn’t rude anyway, so what did it matter? 

The detective looked back to the cashier, wondering why it was taking her so long to get his coffee ready. He took in a deep breath, exhaled a sigh, then forced himself to look back at Akako and nod in her direction. 

THERE. That had to count for something, didn’t it? 

He was displeased, sour-faced, hands slipping into his pockets – what he could manage, anyway, with the shopping bags looped around his wrists. Ugh. How could someone so beautiful be so… so… so like her?

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great-goddess-amaterasu:

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That was an odd smell. It was rich, but it wasn’t something she smelled where she was from. Even if she lost sight of him, though, she could tell where he was based on scent. It was a perk of being in wolf form.

Amaterasu followed, heading up the stones, her tail wagging all the while. She avoided jumping up them too high; humans here seemed to be afraid of her when she did that, for whatever reason. The man was balancing something on his lap and he had a cup in his hand.

Hakuba watched the wolf as she approached, tilting his head at the strange markings on her. No, he’d never seen a wolf quite like that before, if it was a wolf in fact. Ethiopian wolf, perhaps? No, the body was all wrong for that. He set the brief case aside, took another sip of too-hot coffee, then set that on top of said briefcase.

“Hello there,” he said, voice soft and gentle. She didn’t seem aggressive; tail wagging, bright eyes, alert ears, nothing really off except for those markings. Were she one of his dogs, he would be getting a ball ready to throw. But since he had no ball and she was not one of his dogs, he instead watched quietly. Beautiful animal.