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Dog Days at the Academy

He sat alone in the long, empty corridor on a bench made of high-grade plastic that was common in military vessels. Coated the way it was not only added durability, but made it resistant to dirt, moisture, and dog hair, which was helpful for a Haukeff in the summer. Despite his meticulous grooming, the student still found himself shedding at alarming rates. It wasn’t as though they had seasons on board, either, but his body responded to the changing seasons of the academy’s station planet, anyway, and that caused problems among his classmates.

Not that Saguru had any choice in the matter. He couldn’t help what his species was any more than he could change it, and he was only half to begin with. Genetic splicing wasn’t something that they allowed on that side of the interplanetary territory, and he wasn’t about to abandon the Embassy for the Alliance. Not when he was on track to become the youngest captain in the Academy’s history. 

So he sighed and picked another clump of fur from his textbook and watched it float down to the polished metal flooring. At least dressed in his uniform, it was really only his head and tail that he needed to worry about. But he wondered if it was why he was always so alone, or if the aversion had less to do with his physical features and more to do with himself as a whole.  He wasn’t really willing to do the legwork necessary to find out either way; there were enough things to worry about without that, too. 

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Welcome to Beijing

world-dyed-red:

whiteknighthakuba started following you

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“Hahaha, What brings you here today? Sadly the palace museum is closed for the day, but I can personally give you a tour of this city! After all it was once the shining center of the world you know?” She says with a small smile on her red painted lips. 

she was stunning in her appearance, unreal almost. she gives him a once over, mostly because hello English gentlemen~ although she could see the distinct japaense influence, which slightly put her off but oh well.  she’ll deal. He;s so young looking too! Aww. Young ones were her favorite~ <3 

The question– or questions –had the young detective scrambling to find the words in his translation guide, but unfortunately, he’d lost most of what she’d said. Hakuba knew that taking a crash course in Mandarin would only be minutely helpful for his trip, but he’d hoped it would have at least bridged some gaps. Alas, though the kanji was the same in China and Japan, still so much was lost on the half-Brit teenager. 

Biting his lip, Hakuba looked back at the woman and offered a mumbled apology in poorly pronounced Chinese. “Ah, sorry. Could you.. repeat that?” He’d understood the words ‘museum,’ ‘closed,’ and ‘tour,’ but little else. “Where is the tour?”

Hopeful, charming smile. Please take mercy on this foreigner!

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Tea and Murder

princess-ran:

whiteknighthakuba

Is he really going to stop their conversation for tea. Is he that british? Although tea did sound good.

“……”

“It won’t be but a moment, Mouri-chan, I promise…”  Hakuba stepped away from the girl and into the tea shop, looking back over his shoulder with a sheepish grin. They’d been on their way to the detective agency for business, but having passed the little shop, there wasn’t really anything he could do to help it. 

Import cafe. With real earl grey, infused properly. All of the accoutrements. Yes, the tiny building was full of touristy nonsense, but the Brit couldn’t resist. 

“Come along, I’ll treat you to some tea, too!” A pause. “And crumpets! They have fresh crumpets today!”

…so much for super serious detective.

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not your thief.

maskedhue:

[unfamiliar location. but hey why does she care? jumping down from a lamppost she looks around, then freezing in place when called out]

Huh? Oh.. [she looked down] i forgot I was still dressed as him..eh..why not?
[She grins and turns around to the voice, leaning against the lamppost.]

Hello how may I help you?
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There was something distinctly wrong about the thief, but Hakuba couldn’t place it immediately… Kuroba had a fairly slight form to begin with, after all, which made it easy for him to disguise as anyone regardless of sex, but… 

…Kaitou KID didn’t usually disguise himself as someone else wearing the KID uniform, so… even if it was KID in disguise, things were still… wrong? 

Unless this was some sort of a trick. A way to throw him off the trail? No… it wouldn’t work. Not against Hakuba Saguru, the one detective who had any sort of common sense in Japan. 

“Kaitou-san,” he said, forcing a little smirk. “And just what are you doing out here tonight? I wasn’t aware that you had a heist planned. At least, I certainly wasn’t invited to one– I’m hurt.”

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xsuzukii:

{ whiteknighthakuba }

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   Ohhhh, check out the cutie in the suit~
      She needs her a piece of that.

   ”Hey, ya look a little lost.”

“Ah, I am, actually… a little bit…” Hakuba glanced around the busy shopping district, then down at the printed map in his hands. “I know that I’m in Shibuya, but… ah, do you think you could help me find this store?”

He held the folded, crinkled paper out to her, and pointed out the store title, which was written in kanji. It was just a high-end clothing store, but the British detective wasn’t exactly well-versed in every particle, yet. To be honest, he wasn’t even certain how to pronounce it.

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Tiger Tiger

Hakuba left Marie in the menagerie when he departed that morning for the market with the promise that he would return with a stunning new gift. The coachman took him right into the center of town, and he tipped his hat to him as he stepped down from the carriage. Once on the cobblestones, he gave instructions for his usual weekend pickup – “Eight pm sharp, right at that same location, please do not be late” – before sneaking a handful of oats to the big black horse that had brought them there. 

Oats in the pocket of his overcoat was nothing short of evidence of his eccentric nature, but that was to be expected of the young and foolish heir to the Wickham Estate. He was well dressed, yes, and he played the part of the gentleman perfectly, but James Hakuba was not… typical. 

Not that anyone really minded, of course, with how much he was worth annually. Anyone in his company was quite content indeed, and entertaining his follies was often very amusing. It seemed every month he had a different passion to follow, and eagerly dragged anyone even remotely interested with him along for the ride, swept up in the idealistic moments of romanticism and the bohemian dogma!

That day – a party cloudy, but beautiful day in early September – the young man started his Saturday routine with te and eclairs at his favorite cafe, a leisurely stroll at Regent’s Park to feed the ducks with the bakery’s day-old bread, visited the outdoor markets, enjoyed lunch while surveying the artists camped out at the Thames, went to a horse race (and won a small sum of money), garden party, and finally, finally, met up with his good author friends to go to the main event… the circus.

It wasn’t Astley’s Amphitheater, no, but it was a travelling circus. A display of the odd and unusual, the bizarre and sinister. Although the gentlemen that Hakuba travelled with were, on the whole, skeptical of that sort of thing, they all shared a certain fascination with the supernatural and unexplained.

This particular venue was expensive, too; each event requiring their own charges for the group. Hakuba covered it, of course, without a thought, and off they were whisked to the main tent to watch the show. 

While waiting in the stands, the three of them discussed book ideas about detectives, murders, animal rights, human rights, and whether or not a phantom really could exist underneath an opera house. They each took out their notebooks and pens, and scribbled frantic notes. 

“God, I hope there are cheetahs,” Hakuba said, voice wistful. 

The other two glanced at him, then at each other, and shook their heads. 

“You have a cheetah, James.”

“Yes,” Hakuba said, frowning. “I do. And she’s wonderful, but I think she might be lonely.”

“Whoever heard of a detective with an overgrown housecat on a leash? Honestly…”

Hakuba pulled off a piece of cotton candy to eat, sighing, and leaned back on the bench. Would there be elephants? Bears? Fire eaters? Exotic dancers? Ah, perhaps there would be Mesonychids, or creatures from Tasmania? How exotic. 

But only time would tell as the lights fell over the audience, pointing the remaining strobes to the center ring. 

“This is going to be spectacular, Arthur…" 

"That remains to be seen, James.”

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Festival!

Why. 

Why, why, why?

She’d come for the week. She’d insisted on doing something special. On reliving and rebuilding memories. It’ll be fun, she’d said. You’ll have a splendid time, she’d said.

Lanterns, food from street vendors, balloons, carnival-style games, traditional-style clothing, taiko drums, the works. A festival. Summer festival. They’d apparently gone to one when he was young – four years old? – before they’d left for England. He’d worn a little yukata, gotten lost in the crowd, tried to catch a turtle in the koi pond. 

“You. Will. Love. It.” She’d said. 

But what she hadn’t said was that it was being held in Osaka. 

One very long train ride down, listening to his mother’s rambling the entire way, Hakuba really only had one thing on his mind: would he be there? 

They’d checked into their hotel. She’d presented him with a brand new yukata, which was not unlike the one he’d worn when he was a little boy, and despite how tired he was, they’d gone out to join the celebration. The Superintendent General would join them ‘later,’ whatever that meant. Hakuba suspected that meant ‘not at all,’ but that was yet to be seen.

Ridiculous, he thought. Of the three of them, the patriarch was the only one who didn’t stand out in the crowd like a very tall, blonde tree. Not that Marion cared; she looked quite content showing off her oddly-accented Japanese, pretending to be a tourist. That was fine for her; she was a British citizen, after all.

But the young detective?

God help him if Hattori Heiji happened to see him there. 

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New Friend?

dreamingamericans:

whiteknighthakuba started following you

Alfred took notice of another standing next to him. It was actually decent out for winter time here in DC and to have someone visiting this memorial…the memorial in honor of those who lost their lives duirng 9/11…he liked it. It made him happy. Of course this was a subject so very touchy for him and he rather not spill anything that he knew. Still though the blue eyed male grins and looks to him, there is a softness to him. 

“Have you come to pay your respect?" 

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"Yes, I have,” the other male said, voice soft and somber. Hakuba took a moment to turn his attention to the other person at his side, but he did, and offered a small, polite nod. His accent was undeniably British, each word carefully formed and accented with an almost delicate execution. 

He turned his brown-eyed gaze back down to the memorial, letting his eyes rest on the waters that pooled and spilled over, then to the names engraved on the polished slabs before them. 

“This is an impressive piece of art… the memorial, I mean. It seems very appropriate. Lovely, even." 

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The Famous Detective Couple: Expecting?!

No one should ever be so lucky, but Hakuba had managed, somehow. He looked around the mostly empty living room and gave a sigh, wiping his brow with the back of his hand, then looked over toward the adjoining kitchen. It was a small place, only two bedrooms, one bath, and no washer and dryer, but it was nice. They could have afforded a better place, probably, but this one was nestled right between the university and the metropolitan police station, close to a train line, and in a charming – and safe! – neighborhood. 

The blond took stock of the moving boxes that were still scattered around the floor, only half of them opened, and even less unpacked. It was a lot to be doing so soon after exams, but there wasn’t a lot of time before the next term. Really, they probably should have waited to move in together until the spring, but once the impulsive idea had been sprung, there was nothing to stop the pair of stubborn detectives. 

Besides, neither of them could ever back down from a challenge, especially not when it was so terribly exciting. 

“Shinori-kun…?” Hakuba called, scratching the side of his head as he checked his watch, pulling himself away from the boxes marked with the kanji for ‘dishes’ and ‘linens.’ “I think now would be an excellent time for a break, don’t you?" 

He wandered into the little hallway, nearly tripping over one of the many boxes marked ‘books,’ then put his hand over where they hoped to have a stacked washer/dryer installed in the upcoming months, smirking at the ugly, tattered wallpaper that they still needed to tear down. 

"I thought we could take a little drive… perhaps go look for some better curtains, like we’d talked about? Perhaps blue, or…” Hakuba poked his head into the bedroom that they’d designated to be their joint office, looked around, then started to the room where the bed was, still only a mattress with headboard, legs, and other parts leaned against the wall.

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“Darling, where did you go?" 

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expensivebirdboy:

This was the third time that week Dick had seen the blond roaming the area. Though it wasn’t unusual for some of his or any of his friends’ customers to drop by several times a week, what did catch Dick’s attention was the fact that this particular man never seemed to do more than talk to a few of them, before heading off.

What made it even stranger and more suspicious, however, was the fact that the blond had decided to show up shortly after the reported findings of a third victim to, what the press recently decided to name, Ripper’s Rival due to the fact that whoever it was only seemed to target prostitutes. 

It was enough to make Dick snort, despite the faint tinge of worry in the back of his mind. The latest victim had been male, after all.

Though he doubted this particular blond had anything to do with it. He didn’t look like he’d be able to even hurt a fly, but Dick didn’t like the slightly antsy feeling in his gut that appeared along with the other man every time he decided to drop by and, with a huff of determination, he decided that it was time to figure out just exactly what he was up to once and for all.

Plastering a playful smile on his lips, Dick slowly moved to approach the blond. He’d just finished speaking to a woman Dick faintly recalled as Honey – really, some of thee people had no imagination when it came to names – and, head tilting ever so slightly to the side and one hand settling casually on a thin hip, he lightly tapped the other male’s shoulder.

“I’ve seen you running around here all week. Can’t find anyone that suits your tastes?”

The shoulder tap almost made the blond jump, but he managed to keep it together as he turned to face him, swallowing once before looking the young man over. Hm. Interesting. So he’d been watched. This one seemed to possess more brains than some of the others that he’d spoken to, which was an enormous relief.

After all, when trying to get witness testimonies and statements, it was helpful to find someone willing to talk, first, since everyone was so afraid of questions, and being able to supply helpful answers. Hakuba was tired of hearing ‘I don’t know’ and ‘never heard of ‘im’ and ‘just what are you interested in again?’ and so on. Telling them that he was a detective hardly seemed to help, either; they usually just ran. 

But this one… 

Hakuba tilted his head at him, dark brown eyes searching his face as if he were trying to decide something. Yes, there was definitely something present in this boy. 

“I haven’t, no…” he said, finally, not bothering at all to hide his British accent. “At least, not until now, perhaps…? Assuming that you’re available, anyway. Apologies, I’m a bit, ahem, new to this… You may have to walk me through the protocol."