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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.”   

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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. 

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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…”

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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… 

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“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?" 

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“Thank you for the thought but is that what you wish for? For a half of yourself to be canceled by the other?” He asked with a calm serene expression.

The question puzzled Hakuba as he’d meant it as a joke, but as he considered it, really considered it, he wondered. “Hm,” came his immediate answer, buying himself some time by taking another long drink from the coffee cup. “Well, it might be nice to not be so cripplingly formal and polite… It seems that I’ve inherited the the extreme from both sets of genes in that regard.”

He stretched his legs out in front of him, nudging Watson’s carrying cage in the process, and smirked when she made a small, annoyed, chirping noise. “Pardon, miss Watson,” he said, and nudged it again with his foot, immediately sheepish at his apology to the avian, and leaned his head back helplessly. 

“I don’t know, Kuroba-kun. I should proudly own all of my mixed heritage, but it’s difficult at times. It’s… a work in progress.”

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He smirked at him and gave a very KID like look. “Well, I made it. I had to do a bit of …. ‘searching’ for the aquamarine but was luck that a shop had some. As for the quicksilver and topaz it came from my home collection and don’t worry about getting me anything I don’t need the material to be happy. Just let me know your doing okay while you’re gone and let me know what you’re up to. I’ve never been outside of Japan so I want to know what ts like.”

His expression shift to something more eager and child like. Rotating in his seat he brought one leg up so he could rest his chin on it while watching Hakuba. 

The antics were cute, even if Kaito had basically just admitted to stealing – yet again. Even so, Hakuba rolled his eyes and took another sip of coffee before letting his hands rest in his lap, smiling back at him with fond annoyance.

“That’s very noble of you,” he said in regards to a return of the gift. “Nevertheless, I’m both English and Japanese, and I’m afraid that the two do not cancel each other out, much as I wish they did. Thus, I will be sending you something via post, so you may look forward to it. There’s clearly no other alternative; it’s the way it has to be." 

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Kaito softened while watching him slip the necklace on. “I’m glad you like it.” 

He felt like a stupid giddy schoolgirl. Absolutely pleased with his handy work. It took him only three hour search for the right stone, a simple unannounced heist for the aquamarine disk, and six hours to link the chain together and three more to fit the topaz pieces around the disk.

“I’m only sorry that I don’t really have anything to give you in return,” Hakuba returned with a wince, voicing the thoughts he’d meant to keep to himself. Following the trend, he continued while adjusting his collar. “Dare I ask where it came from?" 

At least he managed a playful little smile along with it, tilting his head as he looked back at the young man that he knew, without a doubt, was a thief. That fact did nothing to deter from the sweet expression he gave, though, brown eyes warm and full of feeling as he looked at him with an almost embarrassing amount of vulnerability. 

”…or is it better left a mystery?“ 

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He knew Hakuba was trying to help but all it did was sort drive and twist  a knife that was already there. He bowed his head causing his bangs to hide his eyes, more over the ….. fear? Disappointment? But in whom? Himself, Hakuba? The entire situation? He wasn’t quiet sure.

Come on Kaito, you have to smile. You have to send him off knowing that this was the right choice.

Kaito smiled and raised his head finally to look at him. He hoped he had hidden enough of the pain as to not scare the other. “You’re going to do great, Hakuba. Like you always have. I’ll be praying for your safe return and fortune over their.” 

He straightened and turned towrads him. Reaching under his shirt he lifted a quicksilver chain and a simple disk of aquamarine with a rimmed in topaz over his head and held it out to the other. “Not sure how you feel about jewelry a polytheistic belief system but I wanted to give you this. The metal is quicksilver and the gems are aquamarine and topaz, all are good luck symbols for Virgos.”

He swallowed and struggled to settle down just a bit. He knew his face was starting to flush, he could feel that much when he ears started to burn. “Sorry I tend to get a bit excited about things that are well …. to put it simply, my life.

Hakuba looked from the necklace to Kaito, then back again, hesitating as he reached his hand out to take it. “It’s… beautiful,” he remarked under his breath, wishing for all the world that they weren’t being forced to share this moment in such a crowded place. He turned the disc over in his hands, fingerpads brushing over the surface, pressing it into his palm. “Thank you." 

He hadn’t expected a gift, and certainly not one like this, and to say that he was touched was an understatement. Was there anything that he could give Kaito in return? His mind went over his personal inventory as he memorized the pendant; its weight, texture, construct. There was no way that he could part with the pocketwatch, but perhaps the lighter? No– he wasn’t ready to give up that secret yet. The cross…? 

God, no. That was a burden, not a gift at all. In the end, he had nothing, but he could remedy that once he got to London. That would be simple enough, even though it would leave him stewing in guilt for the time being. 

Without letting the time drag on any further, he slipped good luck charm over his head and tucked it underneath his collar with just a bit of effort, loosening his tie in the process, ears once again pink.