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The package at your door is large, only about 16cm shorter than the person who delivered it. There is a note taped to the shiny, gold paper. “I saw this and I couldn’t resist. If you really want something else, there’s a Holmes version… ~Kaito” Below is a caricature in KID’s signature style, but of the magician’s grin.

The paper is torn off, and the box opened to reveal… a (hopefully fan-made) Kaitou KID dakimakura. The thief’s image is quite disheveled- jacket unbuttoned, tie loosened- obviously, to fulfill some hormonal fan’s fantasy.

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He hadn’t been expecting any gifts, much less from Kuroba-kun, but… … .. 

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Ahem. “If he sent it, and he is Kaitou KID, does that mean that this is an officially sanctioned gift and… that it is to be used for its intended purpose… without feeling like a creep?”

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"If only I could have the real thing…" 

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Pride and Obligation

How long had it been since Hakuba had left? Days? A week perhaps? He couldn’t remember. After he had pulled himself up off the floor and away from the faint muffled crying he had plunged himself into his equipment and heist preparations. The hang glider had been fixed and re-enforce in the joints to avoid another buckle. Standing on the roof he watched the commotion of the task force and his fans but he couldn’t feel their excitement and the normal rush he got. Instead he felt tired and distracted. Dangerous thing to be when starting a heist. All because there was some thing, well some one. 

The wind picked up and he glanced up at the sky; his white uniform a stark contrast against the inky sky whipped away from his body. It was time to start. He stepped off the roof and welcomed the noise.

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And yet… despite the night’s event, there was no blond detective. No half-brit gentleman lurking about. Instead, he watched the live news report from the comfort of his bedroom, wine glass in one hand, monocle in the other. He’d been debating whether or not he should go all week, but as with everything else, had yet to come to a decision. And now he was drinking. 

It was only a fifteen minute drive from there, really… at least, with the way that Hakuba drove. He could still make it. He could still join the hunt, feel the thrill of the chase, and taste Kid’s enjoyment of it all. But then… … …

He looked down at the monocle again, rolling it between his fingers in the firelight. Should he go…? Kuroba had seemed so disappointed when he’d stated that his priorities had changed. Did it matter? 

Sighing, Hakuba pushed up from his comfortable chair and drained the last of his glass, stepping over to sweep the suit jacket from the back of his chair. The monocle he slipped into the grandfather clock over the fireplace, right over the face, and closed the glass cabinet front. It would be safe there. Then, with a last look at the television, Kid’s cape caught in a glorious gust of wind, he began a reluctant walk from bedroom, down the hall, into the garage, and out to his car. 

He supposed that he was just a dog, after all… and dogs needed work to be happy. 

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Roses upon roses, red and lush and in full bloom, covers nearly every open surface of Hakuba’s room – from his desk to his bed and even parts of his floor. 

999 of them.

And, on the floor, in the very middle, in a small, open space surrounded by the flowers, sits a small box. It’s white, wrapped with a bright blue ribbon and seated neatly on top of it is a simple little card.

Happy birthday, my dearest detective.

Perhaps I went a little overboard with the roses, but how was I supposed to resist? Not every day is your birthday, after all~ 

I hope you’ll enjoy your gift and, if you’re lucky, there might be a ‘special delivery’ arriving sometime before midnight just for you~

Happy birthday!

Within the box, resting gently on soft, white satin, is a pendant in gold and silver.

P.S. It was acquired through perfectly legal means.

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“…I don’t even know what to say besides thank you, and I can’t wait for this ‘special delivery’ tonight. I hope that it will give me the opportunity to thank you in person.”

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       A plain rectangular box showed up at some unknown time of the day, labeled only with a sharpied “For Saguru Hakuba”. Inside was a hastily written note that described the other contents of the box:

“Today I was out to pick up a copy of one of these mystery-and-puzzle-genre games for myself, so I figured while I as at it, I would purchase the entire collection for you. Seven Ace Attorney (I have included funds to buy the single download-only game), six Layton (plus the movie), and the crossover game. I hope you like them; I’m no gamer but they are certainly enjoyable. Tell me what you think; I would love to hear some of your theories as you progress.”

      The note abruptly stops there without the mention of a name. Even a “happy birthday” seems to have been forgotten in the rush. Really, the only things that seemed to receive any careful attention where the games themselves – all freshly purchased and still in their wrappers; both series in chronological order by release date, but with that special crossover separating the two franchises.

Thankfully, her handwriting has always been just a bit unique and identifiable (it probably helps that her gift from last year was scrawled in a similar manner), so it’s quite obvious who sent it.

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"Oh dear… it would seem that my dear Beauty Detective has a bit of an addiction. I’ll be certain to keep you updated on my progress, yes, as soon as I have a chance to play. Thank you very much, Kirigiri-san~!”