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kazuha–toyama:

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“Y-You were tryin’a…” Kazuha stared at him for a minute “Of course… I should’a known” Kazuha laughed lightly. 

She had thought something totally different but she should of suspected as much from a detective – they were always trying to deduce things. Kazuha didn’t really understand the thrill they got from it but she shrugged it off and looked towards the mall – which had now been in plain sight.

“Ya…” Kazuha said raising a brow and then looking back to him “Since I kind’a ruined your fun,” Kazuha began to say as she began heading towards the mall. “I suppose I could always have ya help me with somethin’…”

Kazuha had a small problem – one she was going to bring up to Heiji but seeing as she couldn’t really do that anytime soon, she supposed it’d be alright to let Hakuba-kun help. If he wanted? 

“It’s quite all right, Toyama-chan… I am what I am, and detectives never seem to be able to stop their process of deductive reasoning.”  Hakuba smiled easily. The longer Kazuha acted more or less calmly with occasional shows of interest and care, the more tolerable she was. 

“Hm?” His attention was drawn to her at the suggestion that there might be a mystery to solve. “What is it that I can assist you with, my dear?”

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Yet Another Phantom Thief || closed: whiteknighthakuba

kaitouxjeanne:

Unbothered by his closeness, she nonchalantly glanced around the room. It was filled with people who lived in the world of the wealthy. Designer suits and gowns, jewels, a general atmosphere of pompousness — this was the world she submerged herself in to gain access to a position that could more easily obtain insider information on her targets.

Jeanne looked up at him, noting his practiced touch. She smiled lazily at him and said,

“These circles are rather exclusive.. so you can imagine where invitations go for their events. But yes, I do know many of them. Why do you ask?”

Rather interesting he’s asking about people here.. people of means. Anyone here could get an expensive painting or fifty. So I wonder why he’s investigating this as if it were an /inside/ job.. Let’s steer him away from that line of thought.

Keeping up with the dance effortlessly, she laughed lightly. 

“Surely you don’t think someone here would steal it? It’s far less trouble to buy it from him and these ‘lovely ladies and gentleman’ have deep bank accounts.”

The detective chuckled, steps confident, graceful. As if he’d done this hundreds of times before – which, in truth, he had. “Of course it would be far less trouble… but that’s not really what motivates a thief now, is it?

"Certainly, if someone wanted to, they could buy a painting and sell it for, hopefully, more than they paid… That would be a broker. You could compare it to, say, a person working a regular nine-to-five to earn their paycheck. Alternatively, they could gamble at high stakes. Some people are risk takers. That is how they operate. It’s not so much the money that they’re after… it’s the thrill.”

Hakuba smiled, tilting his head at her. “I know a great number of the people present tonight, but not everyone… and not as well as I’d like for any of them. Any one of them could be one of those risk-takers. It could be someone who has the money – all that they’d ever need, and more – and still chooses to steal. There are so many reasons that  criminal could use to justify their actions… But isn’t that what makes human nature so interesting?”

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phantom-thief-kid:

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“What do you mean by safe?” Okay, that guilty expression was worrying him. “If you wish to retire somewhere more private, I understand the sentiment, but I do not understand what you mean otherwise.”

There was also how KID was aware of his similarities to Lupin and how they ran much deeper than most people realized. So, yes, this was a foolhardy venture and KID knew it. He’d be damned, though, if he didn’t occasionally throw caution to the wind.

Hakuba looked at KID. Really looked at him. Biting his own lip, tilting his head ever so slightly, evaluating what he saw as he worked through the complicated mess of practical thought and feelings in his head. Kaitou, apparently, wasn’t worried, and didn’t seem to be aware of the inherent implications of the choice given to him. Which… perhaps meant that Hakuba was taking it far too seriously.

It was only a kiss. Nothing more. 

Right?

The detective sighed and offered a sheepish, half-hearted smile. “My apologies… I.. just don’t want to see you get hurt, Kaitou-san. It appears that my mouth has run away with me yet again… when, indeed, I should just leave my lips in your care.”

He turned his head and, if not stopped, moved in to take the kiss for himself. Harmless flirting was something he’d done countless times before. Kisses were given shamelessly in the right atmosphere. What difference was it if, for once, he actually cared about the person he was giving the attention to? 

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phantom-thief-kid:

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“I may be a thief, but I have standards.” Technically, he did a lot of things that were questionable putting it mildly, but he was doing them less and less now. (One could argue either he was maturing or the gentleman act really was starting to wear off on him.)

“So, do you wish to or not?” He kept his grin, noting the blush. For once, as it wasn’t due to the gentleman act, he was pleased with it.

Hakuba hated questions like this. They left him vulnerable, and there was no way to win. Unless Kaitou really intended to kiss him if he said yes, which he found highly suspect, no matter what the detective said would lead to heartache. He debated the answer. So far, he’d not made his feels about Kuroba Kaito too obvious, or so he hoped, and whatever was said now put that in jeopardy. 

He wanted to. He wanted Kaitou to. Kaitou or Kaito. It didn’t matter. But that would open or close doors, potentially permanently. What to do? What to do?!

“I… do,” he said softly, looking away. Guilt was in his expression. “Of course I do. But… is that… even safe for you?”

Why do you have to ask? Why can’t you just take it? Why make me decide?

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phantom-thief-kid:

KID grinned widely. “I was considering kissing you, but I don’t wish to force myself upon you. Do you want that, detective?” He added a light purr at the title.

“K-kissing me?”

Hakuba’s blush deepened, ears tinting pink. That purr. It was almost overwhelming. He took a steadying breath, swallowing hard, and calmed himself. He wanted to ask the thief why. Why he would want to kiss him. Why now? Why here? All of these questions flooded his mind, as well as the warnings. Red flag after red flag. 

And yet… 

As he looked at Kaitou, he had to admit that he had often admired that face. Had so many times looked into his eyes and longed for… for something. He wasn’t sure what.

In an attempt to hide his embarrassment, the detective uttered a faint, amused chuckle.

“And here I thought you just took whatever you wanted.”

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phantom-thief-kid:

KID turned slightly and brought himself almost chest to chest with Hakuba. He whispered in Hakuba’s ear, “Why don’t I make it worth your while, Saguru?” Very, very tempting indeed.

Hakuba blinked.

Wait. What was going on? The use of his first name caught him off guard. He looked sideways at Kaitou, not moving, eyes widening as he considered the possibilities. It could be something sinister for all he knew. But Kid wouldn’t… and Kuroba certainly wouldn’t… 

A faint blush crept onto the half-Brit’s cheeks. What if…? 

“…What did you have in mind?” He asked, voice dropping to a whisper of his own. 

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Some Nights (blackfeatherswhitedoves)

blackfeatherswhitedoves:

Let the show begin indeed.

Inwardly Kaito- no, KID tonight- was slightly disappointed.  He’d gotten too good perhaps at predicting the movements of the police, and while the heist was going well, all the illusions in place and the crowd below screaming his name, the thief couldn’t help but feel like something was missing.  He’d have to put more effort into the next heist maybe, to make it more interesting.  Just because the targeted gem was safely tucked away inside his pants pocket, the police were properly baffled and lagging behind due to his tricks, and the crowd was entertained, didn’t mean KID would count this as a success.

He’d gotten a safe distance away, the police sounds fading as they went the other direction, and was left to his own thoughts for a moment.  Now was about the time he’d find a safe place to change before fully slipping away, but KID had gotten slightly off course and wasn’t near his designated place.  He wasn’t overly concerned, though.  That is, he wasn’t until he spotted a pair of black-clad figures just ahead of him.

The teen magician froze for only a split second before starting to sprint away.  It seemed it wasn’t a moment too soon either, as a gunshot rang out just to his right.  KID didn’t stop to hear whether they were giving chase;  if he had to bet, the answer was yes.

Just ahead was a fairly tall building, and KID could spot an easy way in.  Hoping he’d be able to lose his pursuers- as well as hoping the blueprints of this particular building was similar to ones he already knew- he slipped inside and headed for the roof.  If he could only get some height, perhaps he’d stand a chance.  It didn’t always work, but it was better than simply outrunning on foot.  The thief was in good shape, but not that good.

That was… odd. 

Hakuba moved to the edge of the roof, looking out at the street below and the approaching commotion. Was that KID just now? Why were they coming this way? 

The detective leaned over the railing edge, peering out to see if he could get a good look at whatever was happening. The police had gone off in the other direction, as could be expected, but what…? And why?

Hakuba had no idea that the very roof that Kaitou was headed for was the very same that he stood on.

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phantom-thief-kid:

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“I imagine it would count, yes.” KID listened to the list. Famous places that reminded him of other places he’d been to? Interesting. And the slight slip-up with using his real name was noted. There would be hell to pay if that became a regular occurrence and the press got wind of it.

“…I suppose that is a problem here. ‘The nail that stands out gets hammered down’ and all that. But I suppose I simply do not care for that. After all, a thief, especially one who defies the conventions of thieving, is not one to talk of the merits of conforming to the norm.”

“But I will say this. Belonging is what you make of it.” KID licked his lips. Very tempting… He moved just a bit closer to Hakuba.

Kuroba had a point. Or, he supposed Kaitou KID did, at any rate. Hakuba let out a slow, hesitant sigh. Unaware of what the thief’s current predicament was, the detective turned to look at Kaitou again, offering the faintest of smiles.

“I… will try to keep that in mind, Kaitou KID-san. My apologies for being so downcast on such a lovely night.” The smile broadened. “And after all that trouble to make me climb up here, too.”

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phantom-thief-kid:

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“Well, I prefer up over there.” KID pointed to the northeast. “The gliding there is excellent many nights and there’s quite a lot of shady places during the day.” 

He scratched the back of his head. Of course, now his debonair act starts breaking (even if just a bit) when he actually is interested in the person… “But what about you? Any favorite spots? I understand you’re not from around here and I’m not sure if you enjoy this place, but I am curious.”

“I’ve at least spent the culmination of six or seven years here, total over the span of my life… That ought to count for something by now, shouldn’t it?" 

Hakuba thought about it, gaze moving over the city contemplatively, standing still, but anxious, next to the thief. 

"Tokyo tower looks remarkably like the Eiffel tower…”  

But that said nothing of Japan’s own merits. He tried harder.  He pointed, stiffly.

“Rainbow Bridge is almost like the London Tower bridge.”

…but Rainbow Bridge was far, far off in the distance, and still, Hakuba wasn’t really helping anything. He frowned, and lowered his hand.

“There are plenty of lovely places here, Kaito…u-san…” He stammered the words awkwardly. “I suppose, though, when I look out at everything… I’m just reminded of how I don’t belong… if I’m to be honest about it.”

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hangingsentence:

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“I suppose you enjoy those areas for the FOOD? French cuisine, after all, has impeccable TASTE.”

Or so she’d read. She wasn’t too much of a varied eater, and it was rare enough she went outside anywhere to eat. The master’s tastes were pleasing enough to her palate.

“It does, indeed… but that is not the reason why I will be going there." 

Hakuba reached for a cup and tea pouch, setting to work to make himself some. Because, as previously noted, tea solves everything and is perfect.

"I have family in England and work in Paris. Well, I suppose that I have work everywhere, but France is a place that I’m particularly fond of. No one seems to care if you’re a halfer as long as you can speak the language with relative fluency… and I’m rather fond of the Bohemian ideals, were I to be honest with myself.”

He set the cup to steep, then looked back to Dlanor.

“Still, Paris is a city just like any other… with its high points and its own set of problems."