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phantom-thief-kid:

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“You don’t need to repeat yourself. I was just checking and joking around a bit. And, yes, I will now admit it. You were right the whole time about me being Kaito. I apologize, but I was sincerely worried about what you would do if you did learn who I was. Now that I know you aren’t going to leave a mournful dove to a flock of flesh-hungry ravens, I’m a bit more comfortable.”

KID finished his glass of scotch and got up. He set the glass down and sat back at his spot. “And fair is fair. A certain raven thought it a perfect time to shoot me and succeeded a while back. The aftermath resulted in Nakamori and several of the task force learning of my identity. It would be rude if you didn’t know what was going on, though it baffles me that he didn’t tell you.”

The foreign detective listened, casually leaning against the arm of the couch, and stiffened at the mention of Nakamori. 

“Inspector Nakamori doesn’t know me very well.. and we’ve not had the best interactions in the past. It stands to reason that he wouldn’t tell me, both for your safety and as a matter of pride. He’d rudely rejected my theories about potential suspects in the past, which is when I stopped assisting him entirely… In the end, I suppose it was a good thing.”

Hakuba hadn’t known that Nakamori had learned the truth. A lot went on that he was not privy to, apparently. He reached for his drink and brought it to his lips and hesitated, frowning.

“Honestly, I can’t imagine how anyone who knows you could wish you harm…”  Fond sincerity, tone solemn. Longing. 

Then, as a thought struck him, he looked up, distracted. “Ah, wait a moment. Ravens? I’ve heard a few people now mention ‘ravens’ and ‘crows’ in regards to… well.. What is that all about?”

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askkudoushinichi:

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“Don’t worry about Hattori. He’s only got excited and angry to go on. I’m sure you do just fine on your own.” Of course, Hattori would have plenty to say if he heard him say that. “He’s a good person though. You’d be surprised at how resourceful he is.

“Though I’m sure Conan-kun had to help him out a lot. He can be pretty dense.”

Of all the subjects he could bring up, why did he feel the need to bring up his own abilities? And he was trying to keep Hakuba from finding out his secret too. Sometimes he just couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

Hakuba bit his lip and decided to decline commenting further on Hattori. It would just… cause problems, which was the last thing that he wanted for his first real interaction with Kudou. If nothing else, it would show poor sportsmanship, and the foreign detective thought himself a true gentleman. 

So instead: Conan.

“The boy is unusually perceptive… exceptionally talented, actually. I’ve been watching his career with keen interest, and expect to see great things from him in the future.”

He spoke evenly, but with sincerity and perhaps a hint of fondness. 

“I dare say he’ll be better than the both of us one day.”

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phantom-thief-kid:

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“Who knows, Hakuba? You have more knowledge of some of their motives and methods than I.” KID chuckled and continued sipping it. He noted the lack of comment on something they’d discussed when he was Kuroba. Maybe to avoid conflict involved and avoid fainting again? After all, that could also remind Hakuba of that matter involving Kudou and he fainted. (That still surprised him.)

“Well, I am glad to hear there aren’t hard feelings, my dear detective.”  He had noted the way Hakuba drank so quickly. It struck him as odd, but it was wiser to hold his tongue at the moment. “Care to sit down and relax?”

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The detective nursed the second drink, taking his time, though he remained standing by the coffee table despite the invitation. The situation, tense as it was for him, made him long for a cigarette. He liked the way KID said his name. 

“In a moment, Kaitou-san…” he said between sips. The warmth had spread, coloring his pale English complexion a shade- barely noticeable. Hakuba set the drink down and removed his suit jacket, laying it over the arm of the couch. 

He hadn’t stopped thinking about the conversation about Kudou, Conan, and Kuroba. It was all that he could think about, aside from the nagging thoughts about Hattori’s predicament, and even then… Kuroba’s admission, subtle as it was, stuck with him. After all, it was an important moment that he’d worked very hard for. While overshadowed somewhat by the still difficult-to-understand situation with his detective colleague,  Hakuba still felt the gravity of it. Yet, Kaitou had asked the same questions. What was he getting at? It troubled him.

“You, ah… asked why I hadn’t turned you in… though we’ve been over it already. Am I to understand that you should like to hear my confession again? I won’t put it in writing, I can tell you that right now.” The hesitant detective offered a faint, but playful smirk. “I suppose I wouldn’t mind doing so if you were to likewise give a more… official – only between us – confession of your own.”

Ah, he wanted a trade. 

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phantom-thief-kid:

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“Thank you, detective. And, indeed you are.” KID took the glass and sipped it. The burn on his tongue and warmth down his throat was alien, but enjoyable. He sat down on the bed, crossing a leg over the other.

“Mmm. It is a wonderful night, is it not? I have to ask, though, why you didn’t just slap me or attempt to arrest me on the spot instead of following. I am the thief you chased for so long, who’s eluded your grasp and made you look like a fool. At the very least, I apologize for that. I don’t intend to harm your or other detectives’ reputations, but I would rather not see a jail cell.

“But I will admit that I am confused.” KID smirked. Even though he was using a poker face, this really did baffle him and he wanted to know.

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“No apologies necessary… at least on my behalf." 

Hakuba watched KID from the table, mind straying at the thought of him, on the bed, what they could do. He drank the scotch quickly, finishing the shot in one pull so that he could pour another. He would definitely need it tonight.

"Every ‘failure’ is an invaluable opportunity to learn. Each time represented the chance to test my theories, to look for reactions, details, weaknesses… It’s… rather scientific, really, I’m not certain why my colleagues are so concerned about their short-comings. It’s not as if this were a homicide case… it’s relatively low-risk to study you, in the end.”

He drank again. The familiarity of the drink soothed him, more for the ritual of doing it than the alcohol – though that also played a factor. What he’d said was true, but only one part of what KID wanted to know. How long could he avoid it?

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kazuha–toyama:

“I-I am calm Hakuba-kun…” Kazuha replied quietly her eye began to twitch slightly from him wiping at her cheek wit the dry handkerchief. It somewhat stung and felt as if every time he’d swiped around it – the cut ripped open further. Though she highly doubted that was the case, she was probably just being a big baby so she’d decided against saying anything.

Kazuha felt exhausted as she’d sat stiller than she’d ever been just staring at the detective’s facial features. He’d looked so calm and caring? Why did he care so much anyways, it wasn’t like they had ever been great friends and Heiji practically spat nonsense about him constantly… Yet still, he was here. Helping her…

Kazuha let a small weak smile appear to her ghostly pale skin before she began fighting herself to keep her eyes opened. 

“I-I think…I-I’m ready fer…a nap now…Hakuba-kun” Kazuha began to whisper quietly “Thank ya, fer looking after meh though…”

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At that point Kazuha’s body had physically given up and she’d fallen sideways. At least now, she really was calm… 

All of this over a grazed cheek. Hakuba sighed, carefully guiding the girl to the ground. At least she wasn’t screaming. The trauma from the scare was understandable, but… Ah, well, Hakuba couldn’t expect anyone to really be used to this sort of thing. 

The detective touched the handkerchief to her cheek again, then made sure that his suit jacket covered her, before getting to his feet. There was blood on his jacket; it’d be a pain to clean, but at least nothing worse had happened thus far.

The paramedics, security guard, and police would arrive soon. This was confirmed, and he turned his mobile from phone to flashlight again, continuing his investigation. Now, who would have done this? What motivation would someone have for killing Kazuha?

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phantom-thief-kid:

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KID grinned. He had also dropped the act by this point. “Sure, detective.”

Might as well. It was a rare occasion. It wasn’t every day that Hakuba took you up to his workplace to do anything but ordinary work, especially when you were a criminal he chased. “I really must say, you have bitten off quite a bit. Sharing drinks in a suite with an international thief?”

KID nuzzled Hakuba’s neck, leaving light kisses on it. Yup. Dangerous. Hakuba would end up his Underdown instead of his Holmes or Ganimard at this rate. Not that he cared. As long as he didn’t get sloppy with his thieving, he’d be fine.

It was easier to accept the affection here than on the rooftop. Privacy certainly helped, but having the uncertainty of returning to affection brushed away so casually by KID – that really made the difference. Still, Hakuba was troubled as he turned his head to kiss back at the other boy, somewhat distractedly reaching for the bottle of scotch. It didn’t feel right to be here with him, as if KID were some common conquest. 

But practicality won him over in the end, and he opened the bottle after a moment, pouring a shot into two of the four glasses present.

“I’m an international detective, am I not? And I rather like a glass of scotch now and again. Having such fine company only makes it that much better.”

He offered KID a glass, and took one for himself. 

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phantom-thief-kid:

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KID accepted the card happily and slipped it into his pocket. Well, at least he knew this wasn’t likely a trap. This was a suite that didn’t seem like something meant for work, which surprised him on some level. He slipped off his shoes and stretched.

“Oh, really?” He walked over and looked at the drinks. That’s right, those ravens and crows used alcohol as their names. At least there was no need to worry about the circling ravens. Not tonight, anyway.

“I have it mentioned in my membership profile to have drinks already in the room. Scotch, usually, and half a dozen extra tea packets.”

Hakuba closed the door behind him and locked it, more out of habit than anything. Then, turning to come into the room, he let out a sigh of relief, and the cold professionalism left him.

“You, ah, might like the view. The balcony should have enough standing room to see the West side of the city, I believe. I’m not sure why they call it a balcony, exactly; there’s not even enough room for a table, but…" 

Deep breath.

"Would you like a drink?”

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askkudoushinichi:

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“Yeah, she told me. We’ve known each other since we were children so really there’s very little that she won’t tell me. But she’s not the one who wants to rant and rave about it.”

He gave him a sheepish smile. “Hattori wouldn’t shut up about you for weeks after he met you so I feel like I’m already a little biased toward you. But don’t worry. Hattori is just stubborn and hot headed. I have to take most of what he says with a grain of salt anyway. When he’s mad about something at least.

“But I think he was more mad that the brat figured it out before he did. Though I hear you were both really close. It happens.”

He didn’t want Hakuba to think he was actually going to listen to Heiji’s ramblings.

“Ah… Hattori-san…" 

Of course that bastard Osakan would talk about him behind his back. And to Kudou Shinichi, no less.

Hakuba hesitated to respond after that, despite the reassurances and encouragement. The comment about the ‘brat’ was his only saving grace. The foreign detective swallowed awkwardly, then shrugged his shoulders. 

"Hattori-san and I don’t exactly see eye to eye, it’s true. I… apologize if I’ve done anything to offend, through Hattori-san or otherwise. Ah… oh. Do you perhaps mean Edogawa-kun? He was deserving. I have no qualms about that.”

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Some Nights (blackfeatherswhitedoves)

blackfeatherswhitedoves:

KID ignored Hakuba for the moment, though not without reason.  His queries seemed obnoxiously stupid, and there were other things to figure out.  Testing the wind, he quickly scanned the cityscape from what he could see around the building, doing a few calculations in his head that would probably make his teacher cry.  Again.

“I’m not fond of your involvement either, Hakuba-san.  However, it seems unavoidable.  I’m not going to insult your intelligence by actually answering those questions.”

KID then glanced toward the door, the hair on the back of his neck standing up a little.  It wasn’t so much what he heard as a general feeling, instincts kicking in.  Without another word, he grabbed Hakuba’s arm roughly and pulled him away from the door, only able to get a few feet away before the door was kicked open and the night seemed to light up with gunfire.

There was no more time.  Not for instruction, not for warning, not for sentient thought.  KID did the only thing he knew to do; he took off running for the edge of the rooftop, Hakuba still in tow.  Not slowing down, he clutched the blonde to his chest, taking a step up to the ledge and using it as a vaulting point to propel both of them into the air.  He angled their bodies precisely, twisting into the sky as the freefall began.

The gunfire kept up as they fell, though it was only long enough for KID to hold Hakuba tighter and hit the button on his belt to launch his hang glider.  Now he chanced only one command:  “Hold on tight as you’re able.”

No warning, indeed.

Hakuba had time to open his mouth, intent on barking a snappy retort, before the shots were fired. At that point, he decided to put his energy into running instead of debating. He wasn’t sure what KID’s plan was, right up until he reached the ledge of the building.

“Ah – wait!" 

The cold air whipped past the pair and the detective wrapped his arms around the thief, not needing to be asked twice. Or once, even. What in the hell was Kaitou doing?!

The detective might have screamed, but the moment the glider engaged, he only had the presence of mind to grip harder, scrambling to find purchase with his legs around him. He could have easily been thrown… but managed to hold on, gasping, eyes wide and wild. Such was the detective’s surprise that he did not notice the blood from his arm or the tear in his suit jacket, splattering against the white coat of the thief.

"KAITOUwhatdoyouthinkyou’redoingyou’regoingtogetuskilled!” he hissed anxiously… and might have demanded to be set down but, as Hakuba stole a glance at the rushing buildings and pavement, thought better of it.

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detectivephiliac:

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Yes, thank you for the tea by the way. Perhaps once this case is over, we could do something like this again sometime…?

*She glances over at him when she says that, and steps away from the chairs.*

“I would like that very much, Kirigiri-san. It has been wonderfully refreshing to go over a case with someone as lovely and brilliant as you… and a social call, I imagine, would be even better." 

Hakuba moved to the door and opened it, holding it open for her with a polite bow.