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phantom-thief-kid:

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“…I apologize. I’ve never been and this was a bit on the fly.” KID maintained his pokerface, but internally facepalmed himself. That’s right, that’s where Hakuba was calling from during the Chat Noir case instead of joining in the hunt.

Ah… perhaps he’d been a little too cold.  Hakuba frowned, looking down at the city after that, chiding himself. Kaitou was trying. “No, no; no apologies necessary. It’s… nice, actually, taking in the sights with someone else for once." 

The detective steeled himself, then looked back at the thief with a hesitant smile.

"I see your point… Thank you for bringing me here. Ah, what is your favorite part? Of the city, I mean." 

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kazuha–toyama:

Kazuha stared blankly at him and became slightly agitated when he told her not to yell. She liked to yell – especially when she thought someone was acting like an aho.

Kazuha, however, wasn’t going to say that. It’d be rude and that is after all why she’d yelled at him in the first place. She tried to keep a noticeable smile on her face as she listened carefully to his words. 

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Kazuha stood in a particularly awkward stance  as the detective paced around her -she couldn’t help but follow his movements with her eyes. 

“Oi…” Kazuha whispered quietly a small blush on her face as she’d turned to face him. “I am a 2-dan in aikido, so no further need ta inspect me a’right?” Kazuha said slightly embarrassed before raising a brow to him.

“My weaknesses?” Kazuha inquired “Why’d ya wanna know my weakness?”  

“Ah…” Hakuba blanched. That was not what he had been expecting. “I was going to use the information to determine what your passion was, but… ah, I suppose it’s Aikido." 

Well. Okay then. 

Sheepishly, Hakuba rubbed the back of his head with a hand, then looked onward. The mall was in sight. 

"Let us… resume our quest, then, and procure a new mobile phone for you, ne, Toyama-chan?”

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hangingsentence:

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“It is one of the many places created by the MASTER. It is often frequented by others, so I thought it might be a place you would LIKE.”

She slid in to the side across him and removed her spectacles, having no need for them here. Empty cups had been summoned; as was a hot kettle. If the inquisitor seemed pleased that the location was to Hakuba’s liking, it was well-hidden by her usual Iron Maiden’s expression. “Your pick of the brew, as USUAL. Has anything of interest happened with you on your side of THINGS?”

Dlanor didn’t usually care for the happenings of other fragments—not since her falling out, but while a guest was here she may as well inquire of the comings and goings of their world. 

“Lemon and ginger, I think,” Hakuba said quietly, pushing the idea of Earl Grey out of his mind. He needed practice to be able to adapt. “And, no, not really… not as such." 

The detective leaned back in his seat, looking up at the ceiling for a moment as he considered. There were always cases, certainly, and he had found quite a few things ‘interesting’ throughout his interactions with others. But interest being subjective, Hakuba didn’t think that anything he had to say would be of interest to the woman. Not sincerely, at any rate.

"I may return to London for a time… visit Paris again. That is the only thing of note that I can really think of at present.”

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phantom-thief-kid:

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“Haven’t you ever stopped to look at the city at night? Just stopping for a bit, instead of running about, and enjoying it?” KID was on the ledge, looking out to the city. “Nice, isn’t it?”

Hakuba raised a brow, watching the thief. The city at night was nothing new to him. He’d often brought himself to places like this in the dead of night to think, to be alone. But Kaitou wouldn’t know that, would he? The detective wet his lips with his tongue, then approached, gaze steady on KID instead.

“It’s something,” he said softly, noncommittally. Hakuba glanced briefly at the view when he was closer, then back at Kaitou. “But it’s not Paris.”

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phantom-thief-kid:

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KID bounded forward, a large grin on his face. He led Hakuba through a few side streets and up a fire escape attached to a rather tall building, moving quickly. (Probably a bit fast, considering how he was much more used to these sorts of things than his stuffy cohort.)

“Well, great detective, there are things that you probably don’t get much of a chance to experience. After all, whenever you’re usually on rooftops, your focus is on catching me. It’s rather a shame, because then you miss some things.” He waited at the top, still grinning.

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Hakuba was careful in his routine to include daily exercise. This usually meant going for a walk or playing badminton. Fencing, on occasion. Jogging, when he could find someone to go with him. He was, in fact, considered physically fit. But climbing buildings with speed was not something that he practiced often, which may explain, in part, why he really was never that good at catching Kaitou KID in the first place. 

When he reached the top of the ladder, panting, the detective gave KID a tired, unamused look, then pulled himself up onto the roof top. 

“…you don’t say,” Hakuba muttered, gathering himself up to stand. “And what, pray tell, am I missing out on?”

But at least he wasn’t Nakamori-keibu, and would have his breath back again momentarily.

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hangingsentence:

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“CERTAINLY.”

Dlanor led the man into a rather dark-looking pub area. Judging by the various booths and the bar that sat straight in the middle, it seemed to mimic the old 1920’s speakeasies. One or two felines slept their cares away upon some of these booths as if they were patrons themselves. She picked a candlelit booth near the window, the weather outside being something akin to the pitter-patter of blues rain. “Sometimes, tea seems best served when the atmosphere is COLD. That way its warm aroma penetrates and soothes the BONES.”

The level of appreciation that Hakuba had for Dlanor was quickly doubled – no, tripled – as he looked around the pub. He soaked it all in, reveling n the chill, the sound of the rain, the flickering lights against the dark walls. God, it’d be difficult to focus on tea when this place clearly called for scotch. 

But then, tea was perfect. 

He waited for Dlanor to take a seat before taking one himself, content smile fixed on his face. 

“Very intriguing choice, Miss Knox… I very much approve. I was not aware that such little nooks existed in this place… but I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised." 

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kazuha–toyama:

Somewhere at the half way point Kazuha got tired of dragging Hakuba along with her and slowed the pace a bit. Kazuha lifted her other hand to her cheek – touching it briefly in order to ensure her fluster was gone before turning to face the detective.

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“What’s wrong Hakuba-kun? I didn’t hurt yer arm right?” Kazuha questioned tilting her head slightly and dropping her arm from his. She still hadn’t known what it was but could definitely tell something was on his mind. 

“Oi? Hakuba-kun? Oi!” Kazuha yelled her eyes solely focused on him. It was him after all who’d offered to take her. Why was he in such a trance like state – perhaps she was a bit too rough?

Oh. He was being rude, wasn’t he? 

Hakuba blinked once, then forced a smile, straightening up once they’d come to an awkward sort of pause. 

“There’s no need to yell, Toyama-san… my apologies; I was just thinking about the strength of your grip.”  The detective said this, only realizing after the fact how it might come off, so laughed and quickly amended his statement. “I was trying to figure out which sport you might be engaged in to put that strength to use. I’m aware that Hattori-san is something of a Kendo champion… but I’m afraid that I’m unaware what captures your extracurricular attention.”

He turned to her, tilting his head, and looked her over from ponytail to foot. Then, he began to pace around her, investigating, while rubbing his sore, previously clutched arm, with his other hand. Ow.

“You’re clearly athletic… built for speed and power, yes… But what are your individual strengths and weaknesses?”

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phantom-thief-kid:

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“Why don’t we see where the adventure takes us?” Actually, he did have something in mind, but he wanted to leave a bit of mysteriousness with this. “Come along, detective.”

Hakuba was, of course, suspicious… but he pushed that away for the time being. If Kaito, dressed as KID or not, wanted to be nice to him, there was no way in Hell that he would prevent it. Niggling in the back of his head was the worry that it was a trap, meant to make him vulnerable before striking him down, but… those words of his were far too alluring to resist.

“If you insist.”

He followed. 

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Some Nights (blackfeatherswhitedoves)

The nightmares usually came when Hakuba tried to sleep during the beginnings of a storm. The tea and the alcohol helped, but they usually came anyway. That night was no different, except that it was also the night of a KID Heist. Hakuba had intended on attending, but when his nap was hijacked by some rather painful memories, he decided to take the night off.

Still, the approaching rain didn’t stop him from wandering into the city, hands in his pockets, jacket bundled against himself. It wasn’t cold… at least not too cold, yet. It would be once the rain started, but for the moment it was almost too warm. The barometric pressure of the gathering storm clouds pressed upon Hakuba, and he sighed at its display.

Once in the heart of the city, Hakuba gained access to one of the taller buildings with his ridiculously lucky key card, and took a seat on the rooftop to watch the distant lightning storm – and what he could see of the heist. Which, really, wasn’t much. Just the strobe lights and some of the clumps of the crowd wandering about below the heist. 

But Hakuba had given up the idea of chasing Kaitou KID. At least that night, when his head ached as much as his heart did. So really, it didn’t matter. 

Hakuba checked his pocket watch and looked back at the crowd, curiously. If he knew Kaitou – and he had to admit that he at least had a passable knowledge of his skills and routine – the show was likely to start any moment now. He could almost hear the screaming fan girls, could almost see Nakamori-keibu’s disappointed face when he realizes that he’s lost yet again. 

The detective smiled to himself, pulling a bottle of cheap beer from his coat pocket. It wouldn’t be good, but it would keep him relaxed while he watched the unfolding events. He popped it open, took a swig, then settled back.

Let the show begin.

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kazuha–toyama:

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“I suppos’ yer right,” Kazuha thought momentarily about her direct meaning of the word. “Well, as long as it’s somethin’ orange or yellow than it’s good ‘nough for me” Kazuha said aloud looking over to Hakuba with a grin.

Kazuha could tell that he was pondering over something – he had the face Heiji had when he was contemplating something. She just wasn’t so sure what it was – or why he was looking at her while he did so. “Somethin’ wrong Hakuba-kun?” Kazuha asked furrowing a brow to him “Ya got that annoying anxious look on yer face" 

Kazuha then took one of her arms and placed in on her hip and cocked her head to the side as she glared at him – in a full on attitude stance. 

Kazuha then noticed the detective extend his arm for her – something Heiji had rarely done. If ever.  She stared at him for a moment in awe – before her cheeks heated up and she gripped his arm semi roughly and began pulling him along, trying to hide her flustered face.

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Annoying? She was calling his face annoying? Hakuba wasn’t sure what was worse, the insult, or the fact that this girl thought that it was appropriate. Then again, he had to remind himself that this was Osaka, and Kazuha was Hattori-san’s savage woman. A fine choice for a mate, he supposed, if one was a brute looking for a wild one. 

The half-brit detective considered this further as the girl took his arm and dragged him onward, which caught him by some surprise.

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"Ah- right, then,” Hakuba stammered and shifted his focus to keep pace with her. 

What was he getting himself into?! At least at this rate, it wouldn’t take them long at all to reach the mall.