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askkudoushinichi:

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“Hmm… I guess I haven’t really thought about it in awhile. I’m more likely to do things my own way though, so I’ll probably do something on my own. It’s working well enough right now as it is,” he answered after a moment. It really wasn’t something he had thought about in awhile, especially after everything he had been through – and was still going through – with the Black Organization.

But he couldn’t really tell Hakuba about it. Not only was Hakuba very curious, he also seemed to be dedicated to a fault. If he caught wind of something as illicit as an Organization with members in very high places, there was a good chance that he would want to help and wouldn’t stop until the case was solved.

“Maybe when I graduate, I’ll open up an actual business. Who knows…” he muttered, more to himself.

“Ah, of course… that makes sense.”  Hakuba had expected that, really. While it would be wonderful to have Kudou on the force, the foreign detective could in no way deny that he was probably too good to just be a police detective. There were far too many restrictions that would make it hard for Kudou to be as brilliant as he deserved. “You’ve always been somewhat of a rebel, haven’t you? I’m impressed.”

And he was. And also happy to hear that Kudou was every bit as passionate and dedicated to his craft as he’d thought. 

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themoonlightthief:

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Kaito blinked and raised his head from the armrest of the couch and glanced in the direction of the door, while grabbing for the remote and turning the TV on mute.

He had gotten back surprisingly early – at least the wind had been kind enough to him tonight – and after checking the sapphire to, once again, only be disappointed to find that it wasn’t the Pandora, he had changed out of his clothes and taken a shower, before dropping himself in front of the TV. It might be late, but it was nowhere near late enough for him to want to go to bed just yet, so he’d decided to let his brain rot, just for a little while.

Not that there were any good shows on right now anyway.

Had he done something to piss lady Luck off or what?

Stretching, Kaito pushed himself up from the couch and headed for the door, expression one of confusion and curiosity. His mom was out on another one of her trips, Jii was busy and Aoko would just storm inside instead of knocking, so who…?

Upon opening the door, he froze, blue eyes going slightly wide in surprise and all he could do was stare at the detective and—

…Was that a duffel bag?

Okay, no, this was just not cool. It was everything but cool. What was Hakuba even thinking?!

“Y’know, if you’re gonna drop by all unexpected like this, the least you could do was bring a pizza,” Kaito huffed, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe, a confused expression plastered on his face. “What are you even doing here?“

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Perfect.

Hakuba offered a broad, sinister smirk to his friendly neighborhood Kaito, and shrugged his shoulders.

"You ruined my evening, Kuroba-san, and so I am here to ruin yours. I’ll pay for pizza if you insist, but you are going to have to host. May I please come in?”

The detective felt so much amusement in all of this, and it showed. Ah, to be the one watching the wriggling anxiety instead of feeling it for once.

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Some Nights (blackfeatherswhitedoves)

blackfeatherswhitedoves:

“I was assuming."  KID heard the irritation, but ignored it.  He was only concerned with getting to relative safety at the moment.  It was always more stressful when he had to worry about someone’s life other than his own.

Soon, KID saw the bicycle shop, and smiling inwardly.  Soon they could rest.  He hurried them both to the stairs, easily getting inside the building.  He let Hakuba go for a minute and knelt down to pick the lock for the shop in order to let them both in.

The lock was easy to break for someone as skilled as KID. Hakuba watched with interest, though he tried not to let it show too much. He leaned against the railing while waiting, noticing only then the blood splatters on KID’s clothing.

"Ah… Kaitou-san… Are you all right?" 

Then he looked at himself; the tear in his arm, the pain in his side, and frowned. He glanced down the steps behind them, looking for any spots of blood on the way up, though it was too dark to see. 

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Of Crimson, Tigers, and Birdwatching

phantom-thief-kid:

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Kaito headed out onto the balcony, thinking. The other stuff would have to be spaced out. He could also do some riddles, as a way of buying time without lying too badly. …But that didn’t turn out so well when dealing with Kudou being a shrimp.

New plan forming, one that involved spacing out the various other things in increments, so as to avoid having Hakuba have another breakdown or be storming off. (And him fainting up here while leaning on the rail would be incredibly bad. KID didn’t bring his hang glider to this excursion; it was a little hard to with civilian clothes, after all.)

“A penny for your thoughts?”

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Hakuba flicked the lighter on, then off again, fingers moving in the practiced moment without any effort or thought at all. He glanced at Kaito, arching a brow, before looking back at the city.

“Were you aware that the penny in any modern-day country is not only nearly worthless, but actually costs a significant amount more to produce than its marked value?" 

All the same, the detective offered a sort of half-hearted grin. But it faded not long after.

"I know you don’t need me to protect you. You don’t need anyone. But that doesn’t stop me from worrying about you." 

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koizumiakako:

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“Am I being ignored…?” Akako wondered, tapping her fingers against the marble tabletop. She was currently relaxing with a glass of iced tea and a strawberry parfait on the eighth floor café of a local shopping complex. She hadn’t heard from Kaito in days, and she couldn’t remember when she had last spoken with Aoko. And who knew where Hattori was right now…

And Hakuba was completely out of the question. Sometimes she felt quite guilty for what she did to him but she would be damned if she would apologize this late in the game.

She sighed, glancing out the window in boredom. It was a nice day out and of course she could probably find something to do but she wasn’t willing to go out and find it. She was feeling rather melancholic.

As fate would have it, the person chosen to walk into the cafe at that moment was the aforementioned Hakuba. He didn’t notice Akako as he skirted his way through the tables and to the register to order. The detective’s arms were burdened with several shopping bags and he looked tired, but smiled at the girl behind the register and easily made polite and friendly small talk until the transaction was complete. 

Finished, Hakuba shuffled the bags between his hands and went to wait at the other end of the counter for his espresso, finally taking a moment to gather his surroundings. He’d been so busy thinking about his need for caffeine that he’d done things out of order… and regretted it once his gaze fell upon Koizumi-san. 

Shit. 

The detective turned sideways, averting his gaze to watch the cashier as she made his coffee, instead. Maybe the witch hadn’t noticed him? He peeked back.

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themoonlightthief:

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The thief arched a brow of his own at the lack of reaction, but he easily hid any disappointment behind a well trained pokerface and merely offered the detective a grin and a bow.

And then he took that final step over the edge and disappeared from view.

With practiced motions that he didn’t even need to think about anymore, KID released his glider and shot a brief glance back towards the roof. With no one nearby to see his face, he let his expression drop into a frown as a disappointed sigh left his lips, before he turned his attention straight ahead again, concentrating on letting the wind take him home.

And here he’d hoped he’d be able to relieve at least some of his boredom. But, apparently, lady Luck wasn’t on his side tonight.

At least not yet.

Hakuba turned from the thief to return to the scene of the crime, offering reports and statements and all of that bureaucratic nonsense necessary to absolve himself of responsibility for the unsuccessful evening. At least, it all looked good on paper, which is really all the administrations wanted. The detective himself, however, and the good officers around him, all felt that same bitter defeat even so.

Well, almost.

When the work was done, Hakuba went home and packed a duffel bag, and convinced Baaya to give him a ride.

“I’d rather not drive when I’m this distraught, Baaya.”

“…Are you sure you wouldn’t just rather stay home and sleep, young master?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I don’t think I could sleep. Besides, I promised Kuroba-kun that I’d help him with his studies. I’m not going to be made into a liar just because that bastard thief managed to get away again.”

“If you’re certain…”

And that is how Hakuba ended up on the walk in front of the Kuroba household, bag over his shoulder, expression determined and grim. All that was left was to get through the door. 

He waited until Baaya drove away before walking straight up to it and knocking, then waited. Although his stoic expression hid it well, the detective could not wait to see Kaito’s reaction to this new and dastardly tactic of attack. 

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great-goddess-amaterasu:

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She trotted after him, curious now. She used rejuvenation every so often as she walked, producing vegetation in some of the bare patches near the path. Given the smell, it was likely people brought their dogs around here on occasion.

Though her curiosity was now piqued even more. He didn’t go to the shrines? Yet he had that smell of some purified object with him. Curious. Still, he reminded her of Waka, between the odd accent that didn’t match anything else she’d heard before and the blond hair.

It was a little further up the trail that Hakuba finally decided to stop.  There was a grassy incline with large stones, warmed from the filtered heat of the sun, perfect for perching upon. He crossed over the red-stained wooden trail marker on the side and climbed up to the rock, sitting down with the briefcase in his lap.

Then he paused, glancing back. Something white? A dog, perhaps, further down the trail. Hakuba couldn’t be sure. He only hoped that the animal wasn’t lost. Still watching, he took a sip from the coffee cup and winced. Still too hot. 

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themoonlightthief:

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A hum passed his lips and he cocked his head to the side, slightly, as if actually considering the request – but anyone who knew the thief would know he was merely teasing and, a few moments later, that familiar, toothy smirk settled on his lips. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to comply with that. My most sincerest apologies.“

Kaitou lowered his arm, the sapphire easily slipping into his pocket. And then he began to move, backing towards the edge of the roof with his gaze still locked on Hakuba and one hand raised in a casual wave. “Until next time, detective?”

It was not a good night to tease the foreign detective, and he raised an incredulous brow at Kaitou to show it. But he didn’t move, standing his ground, watching the thief with clenched fists. 

“…yes, until next time, monsieur voleur.”

Which would be soon, as Hakuba knew where Kuroba Kaito lived. 

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Of Crimson, Tigers, and Birdwatching

phantom-thief-kid:

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“Yeah, tell that to my hospital bill…” Kaito sat on the bed, shirtless. And, yeah, seemed like everything lately was going to hell, wasn’t it? He’d have a meltdown if he knew even more about that Bell Tree train mess or about Sazerac.

Hands behind his head, Kaito got up and followed Hakuba. What was with Hakuba lately and drinking? Not that he was tactless, but it was bothering him.

Hakuba plucked his suit jacket from the couch and unlocked the balcony, using his shoulder to push the sliding glass door open afterward. He knew that Kaito was following him, but he didn’t bother to argue. Kaito was stubborn, as himself and as KID, and probably wouldn’t listen anyway.

Out onto the balcony, Hakuba leaned against the concrete balcony rail, taking a swig of scotch straight from the bottle before setting it down on the ledge. Then, after a grimace and sharp exhale from the alcohol, he rummaged through his suit jacket and produced a pack of cigarettes – only to hesitate and push them back in their place. This was a non-smoking section of hotel. So instead he brought out the silver lighter and flicked it on and off uselessly. Brooding.

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themoonlightthief:

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“Detective. What a surprise. If you’re here for the Lotus sapphire, I’m afraid you might be, ah…” A grin curled at his lips as he rolled the small gem between his fingers with practiced ease. “…A little too late.”

God, not this again.

Hakuba took in a calming breath,then let it out wearily, watching the thief. “As usual, yes, I understand that. However, my punctuality is not the issue here-” well, it had bothered him that he, yet again, hadn’t managed to figure out all of the clues and leaps in logic ahead of time to be there EARLY, but “- it’s the matter of your criminal antics. I know you’re simply going to return the gem anyway, so if you could kindly hand it over now we can get all of this nonsense over and done with.”

Yes, return the gem, not capture the thief. That would go over well.