magicianinthemoonlight:

Kaito manages to dodge the movement quickly. The detective falling down in front of him. “Better luck next time, tantei-san!” he laughs, bring out his hand glider. “If I remember the last time we had a small squabble… ” his lips show a huge smirk, “I escaped using your face.” he jumps out of the room, “Bye bye!” he says mockingly in English instead of Japanese.

It had seemed so close, but the thief disappeared as predicted, and detective met the hard concrete with an ‘oof.’ 

Hakuba pressed his palms against the concrete rooftop and pushed himself up- only for Kaitou to make his escape, scott-free. Defeated, the detective let out a frustrated huff and picked himself up, grimacing. The officers that gathered behind him didn’t comment on the scuffed clothing or the half-brit’s flustered face, but they knew what had happened. 

“Dammit Kaitou-san!” Hakuba called after him, scanning the skyline for the glider. There was really no point of it then; Nakamori’s men would chase, yes, but they’d never catch him. 

The teenage detective straightened out his suit jacket and sighed again, fishing with skinned palms for his silver pocket watch, making note of the time before turning and stalking toward the stairs, muttering to himself. “We’re going to need a different tactic… this is really getting us no where." 

Mocking him in English. Bringing up having used his persona for his escape. Honestly, what was that thief’s intention? To frustrate him, no doubt. Hmf. Two could play at that game.

As Hakuba made his way down the stairs, he pulled out his cell phone and began to type out a few different text messages, careful to skirt past officers on his way down, scowl fixed on his face.

[text] Hey Kuroba-san. You’ll never guess what I just did.

[text] You’re right! I’ve captured Kaitou KID!

[text] Really it wasn’t even that hard in the end.

[text] Would you like to know how I did it? 

[text] All that I had to do was find out /one/ crucial weakness and then exploit it. He was nearly putty in my hands. 

[text] He’s being sent in for processing now at the station. I guess he wasn’t you after all! How do you feel being in the clear? 

He then snapped his phone closed and slipped it back into his pocket, lips curving into an irritated sort of smirk. Hah. How would Kuroba react to that?