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Some Nights (blackfeatherswhitedoves)

blackfeatherswhitedoves:

A costume shop?  Perfect.  KID allowed himself a smile at the shop.  “That should do nicely.  Let’s hurry; I don’t know how much time we have before they find us.  It’s better to not find out.“

KID took Hakuba’s wrist and started in that direction, now more sure of where they were going.  Luckily as his hang-glider was abandoned, he didn’t have a cape trailing behind them to give them away.  Only the sounds of their shoes on the pavement, though that would’ve been easily muffled by any passing cars had there been any.  Still, they were out in the open, and KID didn’t like that at all.

Hakuba tried to avoid showing his irritation at being dragged through the city, but it was very, very difficult. He kept up, quickly losing steam, though his stubborn determination kept his legs moving. "Just look for the bicycle shop,” he said, huffing. “The stairs will be right next to it." 

Further down the street, the edge of said repair shop was visible just around a block corner. They would have to cross an open street to get there, but it was in sight. 

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Of Crimson, Tigers, and Birdwatching

phantom-thief-kid:

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“I’m being serious. You have enough on your plate already between Pandora and the ravens and everything else. Making up stories about dragons would be in bad form, to say the least.”

He noted the scars down Hakuba’s back. Those weren’t any pattern he’d seen before, certainly not something caused by garden variety detective work. He got up and started getting dressed as well. It would be wisest if Hakuba weren’t irritated when asking about that.

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“Dragons aren’t real." 

Hakuba stood up and snatched his shirt from the nightstand, slipping his arms into the sleeves. His efforts stop there, and he looks back over his shoulder to Kaito. ”The world is getting knackered all around me and I haven’t figured out where I fit. Go back to bed. I’m not leaving. I just need… some fresh air, all right?“

He walked toward the balcony, brushing past the coffee table en route to take the half-empty bottle of scotch with him. 

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great-goddess-amaterasu:

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That man with the pure smell of having a blessed object? Amaterasu grinned about as much as a wolf could, her tail wagging.

She hadn’t really seen many humans who had that smell. Those that did were usually those exiting some local shrines (she wasn’t allowed to enter; they shooed her away). As she tried following up on them, though, most of them didn’t keep the smell for long.

Poor wolf. If only she knew.

The man in question, a detective by the name of Hakuba Saguru, walked on a path next to the river. It was late afternoon and the forest floor was splotched in shades of ambient yellows from the sun in the leaves. In one hand he carried a briefcase, in the other a cup of coffee. He was alone and looked tired. It was an unfortunate drawback to having so much casework to do on top of his schooling, which meant using weeknights and weekends studying files and reviewing court papers. This left little time for sleep or, heaven forbid, relaxing.

But the managed woods offered a reprieve from the story, at least, and the walking path was orderly enough. Hakuba passed by several small, informal shrines along the way and stopped at each one to regard them respectfully before continuing onward, looking for a comfortable place to sit and work. 

Thus far, he hadn’t noticed any sort of wildlife except for the calls of the local birds. 

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askkudoushinichi:

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“Thank you,” he sighed, relief washing over him. Maybe he had expected Hakuba to question it or even to disagree with the terms. His open understanding of the idea was the best outcome possible.

Though he couldn’t say that he was fully trustworthy just yet, he did know that Hakuba was an honorable guy and an exceptional detective despite his one-track-mind. And who knew? Perhaps Hakuba had gotten past his flaws since the last time they met. Everyone had the ability to advance.

Look at how far Hattori had come.

Regardless, Shinichi smiled at him with gratitude. Even though he seemed nervous, he figured that it was probably Hakuba’s curiosity. He had wanted to talk to him after all.

“I appreciate your silence,” he added. “It’ll make it a lot easier if we run into anyone.“

Hakuba, the detective with no flaws whatsoever, nodded at the other, likewise flawless, detective, and continued onward sheepishly. No, the foreigner wasn’t sinister, just a helpless fanboy. 

"Of course,” he said again, agreeing, which he hoped would not come off too strongly. “I have to admit that I’m intensely curious, but I won’t press. Ah, that said, might I ask if you intend to officially join the force when you’re finished with studies, or will you be opening your own agency?”

Kind of a leap there, but okay.

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Some Nights (blackfeatherswhitedoves)

blackfeatherswhitedoves:

KID slowed a little bit, looking back at Hakuba.  Maybe the sooner they found a hiding place, the better.  Sadly, nothing as of yet was looking familiar at all.

“Normally, there’s not much of a need for a hiding place.  Our gun-happy friends don’t show up very often."  He wasn’t about to give away too much information just yet, but little things were alright to slip, the brunette figured.  “Ne, Tantei-san?  You mentioned something abandoned?”

“It’s not strictly abandoned,” Hakuba said, backtracking through his thoughts to remember what he had been trying to say earlier. Were they not in such a dire situation, he’d probably argue with KID about it, but since they were, he would let it go. For now. “It’s close for the season. A, ah, holiday shop… Three blocks… that way, I believe?”

The detective picked up the pace so that he could get a better look at the street sign ahead. “Yes, it’s just over that way. Costumes and ilk. On top of a bicycle repair shop." 

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Of Crimson, Tigers, and Birdwatching

phantom-thief-kid:

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“Yeah. Giant thing. It threw me around and tried chewing on me. I have no clue why it did that.”

He blinked and looked up at Hakuba.“Hakuba, are you okay?” This was worrisome. He didn’t need to break Hakuba again. Especially not over some stupid scaly thing with no manners whatsoever.

“Bloody hell. Honestly.” Hakuba pulled himself away, moving to sit at the edge of the bed, bare back to Kaito. “I can’t tell if you’re being serious of if you’re trying to take the mick out of me." 

The detective reached for the bundle of clothes on the nightstand and began to get dressed. Boxers first, then pants, hands fumbling from the tired and irritation. 

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Of Crimson, Tigers, and Birdwatching

phantom-thief-kid:

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“It’s a lot of stuff, yeah.” Kaito yawned widely. “I’m pretty sure I can stay safe if I can get chewed on by a giant dragon thing with eight heads and have a shorter stay in the hospital than being shot when I was normal.

“I dunno about any other side effects. Maybe they haven’t appeared yet.” Okay, that worried him. If there were other side effects, things he couldn’t control… “Worried I’ll become a demon or a vampire?” He gave Hakuba a grin.

Hakuba met the grin with apprehension. Yes, he was worried again. “No… nothing like that.”  But why not? There were witches. Witches, immortality, magic stones, and gods. Demons and vampires wouldn’t be that much further of a stretch. It made his head hurt. 

“Wait… did you say something about…?” The detective pushed himself into a sit, looking down at Kaito. “What was… Dragon? Eight heads?!" 

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Of Crimson, Tigers, and Birdwatching

phantom-thief-kid:

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Meanwhile, Kaito was enjoying the time in the bed, lounging about. He was content with this, relaxing in a bed with one of his detectives. Sure, there was the question of how this would affect their interactions from now on, but they would cross that bridge when it came.

He had snuggled up to Hakuba, only half awake when he got the kiss on the shoulder. The question, though, made him wonder. Hakuba was worrying again? “‘Course I’m gonna…" Kaito muttered, his voice low. He was pretty sure he sounded groggy. “You worry too much, Hakuba.“

"I’ve been told that before,” Hakuba said, expression going dry. Here he was, concerned and close, and Kaito was calm and casual. KID, true to form. He sighed.

“I’m still attempting to wrap my mind around… everything. Secret crime organizations? Implications of eternal youth? And gemstones with the power of granting… what, immortality, was it?” The detective frowned. “How are you going to stay safe? What other side effects could there be?”

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Of Crimson, Tigers, and Birdwatching

The hour was late- very late- and Hakuba was exhausted in almost every way a person could be. Still, he fought against impending sleep to live in the present, taking in as much sensory detail as he could. The cool of the sheets against warm, bare skin; the scent of that dark, wild mane of hair on the pillow next to him. He forced his eyes open, struggling against the call- and, indeed, desperate need- for sleep, and bent to instead kiss lazily at Kaito’s shoulder. Soon, his eyes closed again, and the distinct feeling of being lost washed over him. So the detective shook his head, waking himself up a little more.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t sleep. They were in bed, comfy and cozy, with several hours remaining before checkout at the hotel. Sleeping was a very good idea, in fact, with the work of the next day looming ahead. But Hakuba didn’t want to let it go, to return to reality. When they left the hotel, he knew, things would be different. Not in any overt way, but different. Subtle changes in the rules, whatever they were. Or would they? The uncertainty of it made him anxious. 

With that anxiety, too, the truths revealed earlier were busily attempting to settle into his conscious mind, like ticks searching for flesh. He would need to eventually sort through everything, write it down, mentally tag and organize it all, each to its proper place. Unfortunately, that also meant becoming responsible for and dealing with each piece of information. He’d have to form an opinion on it, decide what he thought and how he felt, and come to terms with it.

…which was something that was far too painful and difficult to do at present. That said, it was impossible to ignore, as well. 

He longed for a cigarette, and maybe another bottle of scotch. Both were impractical for many reasons. So instead he leaned his forehead against the back of Kaito’s head and sighed.

“Kaito-kun… will you really be all right?" 

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Some Nights (blackfeatherswhitedoves)

blackfeatherswhitedoves:

As his gait smoothed out, KID loosened his grip on Hakuba’s arm.  They’d gotten to a part of the city he wasn’t familiar with, which would make the escape that much harder.  He didn’t know where they could go for safety.  Suddenly, he missed the familiar shopping centers and business areas of Ekoda.

“Surprisingly, that’s the plan.  We need to keep moving, and we need someplace the ravens won’t think to check."  He wasn’t overly fond of sharing the fact that his plan needed work with the detective, but there were two of them in this predicament just now, and KID had to admit, he could use the help.

Hakuba managed to keep up easily enough, though he was getting more and more tired the further they went. He hadn’t prepared himself to be part of a heist. If he had, he wouldn’t have been drinking earlier, and he might have taken a nap or at least tried to sleep the night before. As it was, the detective probably would have been nodding off on the top of that building by this point. Add in the adrenaline rush, terrifying glider ride, and gunfire, and he felt very tired indeed.

He huffed, and took a moment to look around as they moved, putting his mental map of the city into perspective. 

"Ah- there are abandoned… Ravens?” Oh, the ones shooting at them.  He rubbed the side of his head, fingers digging through his hair. “What kind of place do you normally hide?”