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I’m Innocent Really

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Saphir hated this. Someone had done something stupid and now everyone in his branch was getting investigated. Luckily had the smart idea of backing everything of his up that was not…well the information he had would get him jailed and then he’d have to explain about how his name was not Enzio, why he had fake ID, fake passports. 

“Venetici, Aquatici take your human forms now!" 

For some reason, Hakuba Saguru found himself among those who had been chosen to conduct the initial investigation.He suspected that it had something to do with Nakamori-keibu’s distaste for him, but there was nothing that he could really do about it. This sort of thing had the potential for a lot of results, which the administration liked to see, and if they turned anything up, it would certainly add to the young detective’s rappor. 

Not that it really mattered to him; he wasn’t actually with the force, nor did he intend to stay with them in the long run, but… but anyway. Perhaps something would turn up. 

He walked with a company of other officers, standing taller than most despite being more than ten years younger, and took stock of the area before introductions were to be made. 

At least we’re punctual… 

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Saving the Blonde Prince

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Super Sailor Moon was on the case, chasing down a rather nasty monster who didn’t seem interested in her in the least. Not the first, wouldn’t be the last, but she had to get it under control lest innocent people be hurt, and that was including the person the monster used to be! Of course it was drawn to humans, wanting their energies, but she had thought they’d be far enough away! 

Apparently not as it seemed to heading right for a crowd of people and she picked up the pace, red boots clacking hurriedly to try and out pace it but she knew she wouldn’t make it. Shoot, and it looked like a crime scene too. Damn it! 

“Oi, Mister! Get everyone out of the way!” she cried out, hoping any of the police officers there would hear and listen to what she was saying. 

The officers did scramble, but it was more in panic than any sort of orderly calm and obedience. What in the hell was going on?! What was that thing?! There were screams, there were people pushing others, and there were policemen barking orders – all sorts of different kinds.

Save one, of course, who wasn’t actually a policeman but a detective. Hakuba glanced over to the woman, gaze shifting over her form with a sort of hesitant stare. Cosplay…? He sighed, This wasn’t good. The commotion going on was just going to cause more and more chaos. Yes, some people were panicked and causing traffic accidents, but they did not need someone in a miniskirt trying to do police work. 

He’d seen far too many people like her trying to play hero, and it always ended poorly. So, after giving an order or two of his own to the police trying to control the traffic, he turned and ran for her.

“Excuse me, miss! This is official police business, I’m going to have to ask you to leave the area!" 

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It had been a nice and quiet Saturday and Kaito had spent his day home, doing chores that needed doing and working a little on KID’s stuff in the basement. In the evening he had started watching TV and fell asleep somewhere towards the end of a late film. So when he heared knocking, he needed a moment to figure out that he had been sprawled out on the couch and not his bed. Judging by the darkness, though, safe from the flickering light of the TV, it was still night or very early morning…

The thief knew he hadn’t imagined the knocking, his sleep was very light and he was alert to everything not natural in his surrounding. Yawning he sat up and rubbed his face awake, finishing with a good ruffle through his hair before getting up and walking to the door soundlessly. He didn’t bother to turn on any lights, since he knew the way and the faint light from the TV was more than enough. It also gave him a better chance to see the other side of the door through the spy since it was only the street lights outside.
Surprised even more, when he realised who’s tall shape he saw, he opened the door. He was aware that he wore crinkly jogging trousers and a most likely just as much rumpled shirt. But seeing as it was the middle of the night, he judged it appropriate.

“Hakuba-kun, everything allright?” For a short moment an icey shot of worry slipped down his spine, what if something happened to his mother? – But then… it would have been Nakamori or another official, not a privat investigator at his door. Behind his pokerface that had also slid in place, he relaxed a little again. Although, now he allowed a frown to show and observed the detective. “What’s the matter?”

“I beg your pardon for the intrusion, Kuroba-kun,” Hakuba began, breathless and harried. “There’s been a little mixup and… well, quite frankly, I need a place to stay for the night. I know we’re not exactly on good terms, but…" 

The detective glanced back over his shoulder to the street, which was mostly dark, and shivered, turning back to Kaito after a few seconds. His clothing was dirty, both blood stained in sections and burnt in others. Rumpled. Torn here and there. Soot smeared his face, though it looked like he’d already tried to clean it up with a handkerchief.

”…Please, may I hide here? Just until Baaya calls for me.“

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Kiss Me

aceofclubs1412 answered your ask:Whisper~

15. “Kiss me.”

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Kaito giggled, but under his physical and emotional masks, he was anything but amused. It was just his luck that Hakuba had been invited to the same party he was investigating for a future heist. And that the detective had found his female disguise attractive.

He wouldn’t have thought that Hakuba, introverted and distanced, was this flirtatious. Well, the alcohol probably helped. The detective’s face was reddening, and his speech was becoming less coherent.

“Hakuba-san, I think you’ve had a little too much to drink. Why don’t we go find somewhere quiet to relax?” He guided the other away from the main ballroom, hiding a wince at the pain that came from a long time standing in 4-inch heels.

Then he noticed a little nook in the wall, with a cushioned bench under a window that looked out over the city, and he got an idea. An idea that would get him seriously injured if the detective ever found out.

“Let’s sit here, Hakuba-san.” He pulled Hakuba down and sat next to him. Arms went around, pulling the detective close. “Kiss me,” he whispered, lips brushing the other’s ear.

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The situation was entirely dangerous for the both of them, but for very different reasons. This sort of thing was something that the detective was used to; it was always these sorts of parties that he found his conquests at, and most of his dirty little secrets stayed safe within the walls of high societal convention. And here Hakuba found himself who he believed was a beautiful woman, emanating some sort of familiar air that he couldn’t quite place, very interested in what he had to offer. 

Everything was warm and wonderful. The alcohol had been good to him, pulling out and shedding the anxieties, letting him focus on the hunt. He felt incredible, and those arms around him, the mouth to his ear, thrilled him. 

He pulled away from ‘her,’ but only enough to look at her face, gaze studying those eyes in front of him before he smiled a wicked smile. “All right,” Hakuba said, so calm and so confident as he leaned in to kiss the thief in disguise.

But it wasn’t just a simple peck, either; unless stopped, the detective moved in with a kiss that was open-mouthed and passionate. Not reckless, though, or even excessive. Brief, no more than four seconds long, but with very clear intent. 

Things could easily go very bad very quickly. 

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||Dorm Room Disaster||AU: Collage||@Hakuba||

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[αяє уσυ ѕℓєєριηg, αяє уσυ ѕℓєєριηg]

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The dorm had been split into two parts, Sugaru tasking the half that the door wasn’t on, that way no one would intrude in his area, and using sheets strewn from one side to the other to let people know they were not welcome. He laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling, unable to sleep, waiting for his brother to return. He closed his eyes, wishing for sleep to take him, he had studying and cleaning to do tomorrow, but it just wouldn’t come.

This was a regular routine.

He didn’t know whose brilliant idea it was to stick the twin brothers in a dorm room together, bloody hell it had been years since they’d shared a room together at home. He had been hoping to get a room all to himself, because of his mysophobia, and instead got stuck with his brother, Saguru. They just weren’t as close as they used to be

[вяσтнєя נσнη, вяσтнєя נσнη?]

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This happened often, Saguru would stay out late, either drinking or fornicating with some stranger or classmate, and sneak back into the room for a few hours of sleep. It made his heart beat rapidly in his chest, and every night he came home late, he would stay up, unable to sleep; waiting. Just laying in bed, listening for the tell tale sounds of the door clicking open, of soft feet against the floor.

What if he didn’t come back?

What if he got into an accident, or someone had hurt him? These thoughts always ran through his head as he lay there waiting, waiting for his brother to hopefully return from what ever stunt he was off pulling. Sometimes Saguru would be gone all night, and Sugaru wouldn’t get any sleep those nights, and frantically – though inwardly – search for the other. And then he’s lecture him. About how if he was going to stay out all night he should bloody well tell him so he could lock the door.

It had been one of those long and exhausting nights where trying to find a quiet place to go over his casefiles – none of which he wanted his overly paranoid brother to be privy to – had turned into some sort of insane adventure. Yes, he’d flirted with the girl at the coffee shop, and yes, they’d almost slept together, but it wasn’t as if he’d known that she had loan sharks after her, or that she was just trying to get access to his wallet. 

Honestly, since getting to university, things had just gotten worse for the more social of the two Hakuba children. He didn’t have time to go to all of the high society parties that he used to, and that pressure never stopped building. It left Saguru riled, aggressive, and incredibly frustrated. It wasn’t even so much the sex as it was that feeling of being used, which he recognized as being incredibly unhealthy, but what was he to do? The alcohol wasn’t healthy, either, but he couldn’t seem to sleep anymore without a nightcap, and he had to sleep. Just like he had to take people part in cases, and how he had to win others over in bed. 

Anyway, all of his evening’s plans had been ruined, as well as his suit jacket from the ridiculous chase through the streets. At least it wasn’t riddled with bullet holes, which very well could have been the outcome of the confrontation with the gang, who demanded the money or the barista’s life, neither of which Saguru was willing to give. In the end, once the criminals had been corralled and arrested, the girl had given him her number on a slip of paper. Lucky him.

He tore up and threw into the waste basket once he dragged himself into the bedroom that he shared with his twin, rubbing a hand over his face tiredly before turning back to lock the door. There were only four hours before he needed to be up for classes, and he still hadn’t finished his essay. Nevermind, though. He would simply explain the situation to the professor, leaving out a few choice details, and get an extension. That’s how it worked for celebrities, wasn’t it? 

Although he’d never had to pull that card so often before, Saguru had to admit that university was kicking his ass, and the lifestyle he lead was difficult, at best, to maintain in good circumstances, much less in an intense academic setting. He poured himself a brandy as he got undressed, leaving the lights off, and downed the shot without even a thought for the burn. God, he was tired. 

Tossing his tie to the floor, he flopped down face-first onto his bed and gave a sigh at the comforting feeling of those cool pillows against his face. Dirt, blood, dried sweat… Sugaru would have a conniption if he knew, he was certain, but he didn’t care. He just needed to sleep. Just for a few hours… 

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Terminal Affirmation

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“Saguru James Hakuba! How dare you not answer your phone! This is the fifth time I’ve called you this morning!”

Hakuba stared at the blurry iphone screen from where he was on the couch, stifling a yawn in the late afternoon light. “Mum…?”

“Were you up drinking? GOD!”

“Yes… I suppose…” He glanced at the table where the bottle of wine still was, now emptied, but left along despite everything else on the table having been cleared off. Baaya had already come and gone. And, apparently, so had Kaito. “Apologies, Mum, I had a guest over.”

“I know. Baaya’s already told me. Now, I’ve forwarded your itinerary…”

“Already told you?”

“Yes, you had a going away party, it’s very charming, but listen: your flight leaves Monday morning at 10:40. Don’t forget that it’s international so you’ll want to bring your passport of course, allow for extra time to go through security, and make certain that Watson has her travel needs met…”

“Monday?” Hakuba sat up.

“Yes! You’ve been dragging your feet so I went ahead and arranged everything for you. Don’t worry, I got you first class, and you’ve your priority boarding, and Baaya will take you to the airport… Do you have your things packed yet?”

“Mum, I haven’t even decided which school I’m going to!”

Marion sighed her most patient of sighs. “You have the weekend to pack, anything left we can just hire someone to take care of. Besides, you’ll be going back to finish up and–”

“Mum!”

“Saguru, I told you to take a GAP year, but did you want to listen? Noooo. It was always ‘no, Mum, I know you’re always right and have the best ideas, but I need to rush my education so that I can begin working like an adult and completely forget to enjoy myself because I’m a workaholic who can’t take a break and I don’t want or need self-discovery because I’m happy being miserable,’ right?”

Hakuba frowned. “Mum. You know that’s not how it is.”

“It is. Now go on. Get packing. I’ll see you at the airport, my love. I can’t wait to have you home again.”

“Fine…" 

He’d really hoped to have more time before he went back to London. True, he would be coming back before the start of the semester, but all the same… Touring Cambridge and Oxford was just another step leading away from Kaito. 

Perhaps he should just decide on Keio and be done with it… 

But then…

Frustrated, he ran a hand through his hair and looked at his phone. It was two in the afternoon. He could call… no. He shouldn’t be so clingy. The hesitation snowballed as the day wore on, and by the time he called, there was really nothing that could be done.

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"Is everything all right?” turned into “I miss you.” and “I want to see you,” only to be followed with the difficult truth: he was leaving in three days. Less than, even. "Fifty-six hours, thirty two minutes… well, less, given security, but surely, there’s some… some time?“

The young detective looked at the packing yet to be done, the casework piled on his desk that needed to be turned in, and finally his car keys. If he hurried, perhaps… 

But between work schedules and being called to fill in as an extra for first division and all else, time simply slipped away. "I’ll be coming back before summer ends…” he said, leaving off the part where he didn’t know when, or for how long. 

Before he knew it, Hakuba was stepping out of a cab onto the walk in front of Tokyo International Airport. He shouldered his carry on, grimacing at the concrete burn over the left side of his body and took a moment to gather himself before going for his suitcase and Watson’s carrier. 

He’d done this flight dozens of times. It was never pleasant, but it was nothing new to him at all. Hakuba patted his suit jacket, making sure that his wallet, passport, and pack of playing cards were in place, paid the driver, and started off toward the terminal, pushing past the crowds of foot traffic.

God, he hated that airport. Hated how he stood out like one of the tourists, hated that he was often so alone, hated that he had so much to keep track of all at once and a tight schedule to keep. Especially that morning; he’d overslept after getting home so late the night before due to the case he’d assisted with, and while they caught their culprit, Hakuba was running on so very little sleep, and wasn’t even sure he’d packed everything he’d needed to. It made for anxious travel, and he still needed to get Watson through security…

…he hadn’t even gotten the chance to say goodbye to Kuroba. But, hopefully, there would be time to call him and get a cup of coffee before boarding. 

After a long, brisk walk, he got in line to check his luggage, double-checking that everything was properly tagged, then sent a text to Baaya to let him know that he was on schedule – if just barely. By the time the suitcase was away, Hakuba was anxious to get in the queue for security, keeping his bag and Watson’s carrier as close to him as he possibly could.

It took longer than it should have been with the additional clearance for his companion, and getting coffee with bird in tow wasn’t as easy as he’d hoped, but finally, finally, he found himself with just a few minutes to spare and took out his phone to make that call to one Kuroba Kaito, hoping that he would answer. 

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||Haunted||Closed Thread||@Hakuba||

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▌│█║▌║▌║ coмe on, coмe on, don’т leave мe lιĸe тнιѕ. ║▌║▌║█│▌

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Hattori knew he was being a huge cheater. He and Hakuba had made a bet – on what he couldn’t remember now – and Hattori had won. The winner got to choose one thing for the other to do, and they had to do it no matter what. Hattori had a few ideas, but when he’d seen this advertised in the area, he pointed to it and grinned.

Hakuba would have to accompany him to a haunted house.

One of the locals in the area had inherited a house and done it up for Halloween. You could buy tickets at the door and groups of two would go into the house, exploring the jump scares and likes. He knew the other feared ghosts, but it wasn’t like this was a real haunted house, just one made by someone who could likely use the extra cash. There would be people in masks waiting to jump out at you, low lighting and fake spider webs.

▌│█║▌║▌║ ι тнoυgнт ι нad yoυ ғιgυred oυт ║▌║▌║█│▌

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At least that had been what he’d thought. Now that he was standing in line – there was a rather large one – the house itself gave him the Hebe jebes. There was something about the large mansion like place, it’s rusted iron gates and the lights that would flicker on and off, at least from what he could see from outside. He had heard people talk about doors slamming closed, rattling and that there were no actors.

Of course that could just be people trying to hype it up.

Either way, the smoke machine he could spot in the corner, the long grass, unraked leaves and fake tombstones in the front yard definitely gave the house a haunted atmosphere.  He could also see the usage of black lights from one of the boarded up windows – most of them were, if not filled with iron bars. It was the very picture of ‘enter at your own risk’ that was for sure.

▌│█║▌║▌║ can’т вreaтнe wнenever yoυ’re gone ║▌║▌║█│▌

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Hattori played with the rim of his hat.

He wasn’t superstitious himself, even though Kazuha was – always making him wear that charm – and yeah, sometimes he had dreams that sometimes came true. Well, not so much come true, that only really happen ed once or twice. It was just his over active imagination mixed with his detective abilities making them seem like prophetic dreams. No one could actually see the future.

There was still something about this house that seemed off.

▌│█║▌║▌║ can’т тυrn вacĸ now, ι’м нaυnтed ║▌║▌║█│▌

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He was thankful when it was their turn. He forked out the money, paying for both tickets – he was the one who dragged Hakuba into this – before the other could protest and headed towards the front door. He grinned at the blonde, hands resting behind his back innocent as he watched him. If Hakuba seemed too scared, or like he would be sick Hattori would pull out.

He wasn’t that cruel.

“Ya ready Hakuba? This is i’, las’ chance ta pull ou’.”

“I’ll be fine…” came Hakuba’s somewhat distracted reply as he looked the house over, expression carefully neutral though his legs were stiff and unwilling to move forward without a considerable amount of effort. He’d explored houses like this before. And castles. Ruins. Catacombs. It left a chill on him that he couldn’t quite shake, but he wasn’t about to back out now. Not with Hattori goading him. 

With a deep breath, he forced himself forward, chin up, jaw tight. The chances of the house legitimately being haunted were slim, anyway, and he wasn’t exactly one to be frightened by jump scares (usually), so it wouldn’t be a problem. Really.

“Besides, it’s Halloween. This country doesn’t appreciate it enough as-is, so I’ve got to do something in spirit with the season…”

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Lucky Thirteen

He traced his fingers along the underside of the desk, and frowned when the traction was all too slick. Pulling back revealed what he’d feared; blood smeared on the tips of his gloves. 

“That makes thirteen,” Hakuba said, pulling off the pair with a sigh. “No body, no forced sign of entry, just blood in precarious places.” He turned to his companion for the case, one Kudou Shinichi, letting his shoulders sag in obvious disappointment. “Do you suppose this sample will match any of the others?”

If the blood found in the office buildings had belonged to one sample, it might be nothing more than a disgusting prank or threat, but the fact that the previous twelve had matched DNA samples of twelve independent sources – all of which happening to be missing people – spoke more of murder. Which is why the first division was called in, including the consulting half-brit, as an attempt to give Kudou someone more his ‘age’ to work with.

Unfortunately, clues had been few and far between, and they only ever knew where to look because of the mysterious notes delivered anonymously to the station in the morning. Day thirteen, another note, another drive to yet another large corporate building, and another desk with blood all along the underside of it, but no where else. 

An interesting mystery to be sure, but no less frustrating. 

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Genius.

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[Today, professor Elm had called in to leave a notice with Crys. Watch the lab while he’s in Hoenn for a conference. She of course had no arguments with the request and simply sat in the lab, doing some of his unfinished paperwork, correcting his theories a tad and straightening up the lab. It wasn’t so hard so why didn’t Elm get these things finished?? 

Seating herself at a table in front of a Pichu, she plays with it until she heard the doors open. Her head turns to whoever may be welcoming themselves inside.]

Ah—the professor isn’t here today.

“Oh, really? That’s a shame." 

The voice belonged to Hakuba Saguru, one of the few contending for Lance’s title – that of dragon master, that is, not of psychopath. He smiled, confident as easy as he walked in, holding in his arms a wool bag with a very large, spotted egg. Curled loosely around his neck was a young dratini, and following behind, very carefully, a Dragonite. "May I leave this here with you, then?" 

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Idle Weather Shop Talk

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Open Starter

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Masumi was getting tired of these pointless afternoons shadowing the boyfriends of classmates’ older sisters and the like. Rarely did they ever amount to anything and she would end up getting disappointed responses from those that asked her to do the job in the first place. Payment hadn’t always been necessary but having someone say outright that her performance wasn’t worth payment always put her a little on edge. It wasn’t her fault that smoke didn’t always necessarily mean fire. She did her job and she did it well.

Once again, the smoke had ended up just being fog and she cursed the idea of reporting in later. Plopping down on the windowsill of a busy shopping district she sighed and pulled out her phone, tapping away a quick text to her young roommate.

Another unproductive day…

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“Pardon me,” a voice said from quite nearby. “Are you Sera Masumi?" 

Hakuba leaned against the wall just past the window, coffee cup in hand, and offered a warm smile. He hadn’t expected to see the other detective here, of all places, but he’d heard of her at the station and had always meant to introduce himself. 

"Detective, right?"