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smokebombsandmirrors: panel 2: Kaito: Shinichi?!Shinichi: Just shut up and kiss alreadypanel 3: Hakuba and Hattori: KUDO?!Shinichi: What? There’s enough sexual tension in this room where you can see it.Kaito: OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG
{( crying for forever!! QAQ )}
I could still write that epilogue… 🙂
Kaito watched him walk away and managed a half turn to do the same before he was spinning back to him and calling out his name almost desperately. “Hakuba!”
He didn’t want to give him the chance to push him away or stop him before he had a chance to grab him. His hand found the taller shoulder and pulled hard enough to have the detective facing him again and with his free hand he gripped the back of his neck and kissed him passionately and quickly. The kiss had just a bit of claiming bite just before releasing him and the hand tug at the hair at the base of Hakuba’s head then slid delicately through the strands before brushing along the bare skin.
Then he let go, stepped back, and spoke boldly about the one thing he was terrified about. “You will not forget me.”
Hakuba had not expected it. Even with the warning, he’d barely managed to keep his footing and his bags when he was taken, gripped, kissed. Not just kissed, but with so much longing and passion, and it filled his heart with so much emotion all at once that he almost didn’t notice the fact that his face had turned a brilliant shade of crimson. Almost.
After all, he’d just been kissed like that by another man in the International Tokyo Airport, where many, many people were milling about.
Breathless, the detective blinked, struggling to readjust the bags he was holding – which had Watson chirping irritably – and gaped at Kaito for a few seconds before he nodded. “I…”
The boarding call came over the intercom again and Hakuba resisted the siren’s call to look back at the desk, instead forcing his gaze to rest solely on this boy, his Kaito, and gulped, breath choking him.
“I won’t. I won’t forget you. And you don’t forget me, either… or I’ll be quite cross."
He forced a smile at that, running his tongue over his lower lip to taste where he’d been nipped, and nodded to him, stumbling backward a step or two.
"I won’t forget, Kuroba Kaito…” Hakuba was keenly aware of the stares, but ignored them, desperately. He was about to get away from this cursed country, anyway.
“Ja, mon amour.”
Right … he had to leave. Kaito nodded his head and smiled awkwardly at the smirk. “Safe travels ….”
Once Hakuba had all of his belongings, he gave Kaito another little smile and a nod, then turned away from him. “Goodbye, Kuroba,” he called to him, looking back once more over his shoulder. “Don’t get into too much trouble while I’m gone."
He started up the walkway to his terminal where they had begun boarding, and every step away made the thudding in his heart louder and louder. How was he supposed to just leave him?
"I’ll miss you.” He didn’t look back as he said it, but he didn’t keep his voice very quiet, either, just letting out air as he tore himself away from the person who had become all together far too much to him to leave. But here he was. Leaving.
“Ah, h-hey now!”
“Do you know what my problem is, Kuroba…?” Hakuba asked, sliding his hands up the thief’s back with a little smile, eyes closing once he reached those shoulder blades. “Why I’m being permanently dismissed from the Task Force… why I’m no longer welcome in my father’s house… why everything is just falling apart for my career, my schooling, my credibility…?"
He sighed, drawing his fingertips over Kaito’s shoulders, then leaned in to kiss at his neck, lipping up to his ear, where he caressed, tugged.
"I can’t ever go home to London because they consider me a failure without having defeated Kaitou KID… the other detectives don’t respect me because I failed to complete the one task I set out to do when I came here. And do you know why that is? Do you?”
Hakuba slipped his arms around Kaito’s bare midsection, appreciating the toned muscles and curves.
“It’s simple,“ he said, voice dropping to a whisper right against the back of his ear. "I loved you too much.”
He laughed lightly through his nose and dug his nails into his palms to keep him from wrapping his arms around him. “I hope its not just for your duty that you’ll return.”
With another laugh, one that wasn’t really convincing at all, Hakuba shook his head. “No, of course not… it’s just the most appropriate thing I can mention in public.” Yes, he’d meant it like that, but he hoped that no one else in the immediate area would realize it.
In an attempt to keep the tone a little lighter, he hoped, Hakuba shouldered the bag and reached for the carrier, smirking. “I suppose I ought to run, though… much as I’d like to miss the flight, my Mum’s retribution aside…”
He looked to the attendant and sighed. Looking down to Hakuba he smiled at him. “Hey, don’t worry its just for a few months, right? It’ll fly by and we’ll keep in constant touch. This isn’t …….” He choked on goodbye. Mostly because he knew that it may as well could be. Hakuba was handsome and going back to a country he loved and that loved him. It was very easily possible that a few weeks in he could get a phone call saying ‘I’m sorry for the fling it was fun but I’ve found someone new. Enjoy your life, Kuroba.’
He felt himself pale and shook his head.Stay positive, Kaito.
“Right, that’s right,” Hakuba said, though his thoughts were much along the same lines. Kuroba was quite the catch in his own right, but more than that, being KID presented its own set of unique possibilities. It wouldn’t even be out of the realm of possibility for Kaito to die in the short time that he’d be gone, and if he really settled on Oxford, well..
The detective bit his lower lip again, attempting to avoid letting pain flicker on his face while the thought lingered. No, Kuroba was careful. He was very good at what he did. There was no reason to believe that he would meet such a terrible end while he was gone.
Unconvinced and anxious, he shuffled to his feet and looked down at him with a forced smile. “I’ll be back before you know it, Kuroba-kun. I can’t let you go long without pestering you, you know that. Detective’s duty and all that.” Hakuba laughed, and reached reluctantly for his bag.
Kaito couldn’t quite catch the hopeful and distraught expression before it lanced across his face but as soon as to was there it was gone again replaced by a sheepish smile.
“Your mother would kill you and me then hide our bodies somewhere in the moors of England."
He stood and placed his hands into his pockets to keep himself from reaching out and snagging the detective sleeve to keep him there.
"I… suppose that you’re right,” Hakuba said with a sigh, not even able to muster up enough cheer to chuckle at the joke. Pouting, he looked down at Watson’s carrier, then leaned back in his seat again.
“…though I think that she’d just have our bodies chopped up for the birds. Or burned. I don’t know. Donated to science… red cross…” He glanced at him, not turning his head. “She’d find a way to have our deaths benefit others, I’m certain, but it wouldn’t be at all pleasant for us, surely."
He looked at his watch again, then winced, closing his eyes as the expected voice came over the speaker to announce boarding for his flight. While the woman spoke, tones polite and cheerful, Hakuba remained rigid, head hanging, and only looked up when she was finished.
Bloody hell…
“Well if its any consolation I like you just the way you are. English blood and Japanese mixed. ” As he spoke he laced his fingers and rested his chin on them. Closing his eyes he exhaled and felt his whole body relax and basked in the others presence he had begun to expect since high school.
You’re an idiot, Kuroba Kaito.
If only he hadn’t been so blind, scared, stubborn he might had been able to enjoy this a bit more. The late nights might have not been so cold and the days less lonely. He smiled softly and buried his face against his knee. Taking another breath, this time to steady himself he looked back to the detective.
“Their about to make a boarding announcement for your flight.” he whispered reluctantly.
The comment had the detective blushing, and he looked down at his hands in sheepish pleasure, quiet and happy. It meant a great deal that Kuroba felt that way about him, considering the reception his mixed blood had gotten him before. “Thank you,” he whispered, barely audible.
Hakuba checked his watch at the mention of the flight, then looked to the travel board to see if there were any delays with his flight, but alas, it was on schedule. Biting his lip, he hesitated before looking back at Kaito, brows knitting as a frown settled into place. “Ah, you’re right… I suppose that’ll be any moment now, really… and I’ll be one of the first to board, given my status…"
He shifted in the seat, anxious. "I don’t suppose I could just… forget all about this and miss my flight, could I?"