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themoonlightthief: hakubabait: … “Is that jealousy I hear, detective? I’m sure I can spare a few kisses for you too~” “Yes, please. Yes.”
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OOC: Ouran Streaming??
//and Kid would just arch a brow and grin and say something back to make Hakuba blush even more, because blushy Hakuba is adorableba and I would write down what he’d say, but it would probably be really inappropriate because my mind just headed to the gutter when I read ‘lovechild’ and I don’t know why and all I keep thinking about is—
yeah
I’m so sorry omfg
-hides face in hands-
(( I THINK THAT I DESERVE THE BLAME HERE ON THIS ONE. OMG. Because that is exactly what… … … … anyway. Blushing Hakuba. Embarrassedba. Staring at Kid. Glancing back at TV then back at Kid. So vastly uncomfortable and yet so intrigued.
…..
and it would all go down hill from there.))
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((That said, we must stream Ouran soon.))
OOC: Ouran Streaming??
//-LOUDLY RAISES HAND-
((….will never get the image of Kaitou Kid and Hakuba on the couch, watching Ouran, out of my head now. And Hakuba says “You know, I’ve been told that I remind people of a Kyoya/Tamaki lovechild, but I don’t see it… God, they’re both so amazing, though…” And then, blushing, glances over at Kid like ‘I didn’t just say that did I?’ ))
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(((HAKUMUN NEEDS TO GET MORE THAN 5 HRS OF SLEEP FOR ONCE. THIS CRACK IS NOT HEALTHY. ((or is it?)) )))
Roses
Ahaha…
Well, wasn’t this just the predicament he quite suddenly found himself in. A rather embarrassing one at that too.
It was in the nick of time that he’d managed to slip through the closest door and silently push it closed, leaving a gap only an inch wide – any larger and it would probably be a little too noticeable – in order to watch the detective and, hopefully, find the perfect moment to leave without him noticing.
Though he was almost certain that Hakuba already knew he was behind everything, it still wasn’t quite like this that he’d planned to reveal himself.
Wonderful.
Kaitou’s eyes followed the detective carefully, and as far as the door in front of him allowed. It was interesting, watching Hakuba go about his business and habits without knowing anyone was there to see – though it was hardly the first time Kaitou had done it, it was his first time doing it while still in the detective’s room. Or, more specifically, his closet.
Details.
As the blonde turned and wandered closer to where he was hiding, however, the thief tensed and moved to back away and behind the door – only to pause when he saw him finally notice the roses he’d left behind. Eyes brightening just the slightest hint and lips unconsciously quirking into a smile, he let out a silent breath. It seemed Hakuba did enjoy his little gifts.
Perhaps he should make a habit of this. If it made the detective happy—
Kaitou’s thoughts were put on hold and his stance shifted and tensed as Hakuba stepped away.
And over to the window.
He resisted the urge to groan and instead rubbed the bridge of his nose while swiftly going through what other exits there were. Which would be the bedroom door. And, considering the closet was in full view from the window, it would be more than difficult to try to sneak out without the other teen noticing. And if what he’d gathered about Hakuba’s nightly habits was anything to go by, then he’d be stuck where he was until morning or until the detective went to get a change of clothes. Whichever came first. And neither sounded all that appealing. Which left…
“One of these nights—”
The sound of Hakuba’s voice made him snap his head up, gaze instantly darting through the crack of the closet door and over to the seated blonde.
“—I’ll actually finish your riddle. It’s not so easy for me to write, you know; I’m not so much a writer as I am a reader… but I am working on it. Of course, with every rose and gift I have to up the ante and… well, this is going to end up a novel at this point. Or at the very least, a sonnet.”
A grin pulled at his lips and he let out a silent chuckle.
Well. He supposed this was as good of a time as any other. And much less embarrassing than his other options.
Taking a breath, Kaitou rolled his shoulders back, shoved his left hand into his pocket – and silently pushed the door open and stepped out into the room.
"I wouldn’t mind a sonnet or a novel,” he began smoothly, head cocking to the side with a wide, playful grin. “But I’d be quite happy with a simple poem or a one sentence story too. I’m not particularly picky, tantei-san~”
The detective had just shifted into a deep, wistful sigh when the voice reached him.
“ACK!”
Hakuba, startled, nearly fell through the open window but scrambled, catching himself – one hand on the window pane, the other on the bench seat, and he clung motionless for a full four seconds – eyes wide, jaw tightened. But, as his mind caught up with the scene in front of him, he released the breath he’d been holding and relaxed, immediately flushing scarlet.
“God… Kaitou-san,” Hakuba said, breathless. Shaking his head, he pulled himself from the window sit at the edge of the bench, feet firmly planted on plush carpeted floor. “I didn’t realize that you were still here.” Clearly.
The sheepish admission was coupled by an awkward rub at the side of his neck, gaze averted, wincing smile lopsided. He laughed, mostly at himself, then looked back at Kid with a shy bite of his lip.
“Ah, you… come here often?”
Oh so smooth, Hakuba.
@themoonlightthief
“Your mun had better be nice to you!”
“Yis! Only I’m allowed to be horrible and ruin my muse’s life!”
“Hey!”
Moonlight Visitor
For all the teasing and baiting, he would be lying if he said that he had expected Hakuba to actually go through with the request. Not even when that hand traced along his cheek and jaw did he allow himself to believe it, gazing up at the detective with a hint of curiosity and teasing, playful – and part serious – expectancy.
And then lips descended upon his own, warm, soft and altogether Hakuba.
The thief’s breath caught in his throat – and maybe, just maybe, there was a brief flicker, a flash of a sensation, of his heart seeming to skip a beat, filling his chest with confusion and realization.
Eyes sliding shut, the corners of his lips twitched into the slightest of a grin and he gently pushed forward to, a little cautiously – and almost, seemingly, shyly, if a person didn’t know him better – return the liplock.
Fingers reached out to curl into Hakuba’s shirt, tightening slightly in an unconscious attempt and want to prevent him from moving away. Not even when the kiss ended and their lips parted did the thief let go. Instead, he chuckled quietly and swiftly leaned in to steal another kiss from the detective, before smoothly – reluctantly – taking a step back and tipping his hat forward to hide the flush blooming on his face.
“I suppose that was adequate enough. For now.”
Adequate. For now. Hakuba chuckled softly at the evaluation, unable and unwilling to hide the pleased amusement that he felt. True, his own cheeks were rosy in that moonlight, but for once he wasn’t embarrassed by it. With space between them, the thief no longer touching, Hakuba slid his hands into his trouser pockets, and shuffled his weight from one foot to the other. He didn’t want to scare the thief off.
“Not impressed?” he asked, light and teasing. Playful. “Kaitou-san, if you need further demonstrations, I’d be more than happy to provide…"
He let his voice trail as he turned his head to the window, the corner of his mouth twitching to turn that smile into a lopsided smirk. The foreign detective had, thus far, managed to keep his wits about him, but it was difficult to ignore the thrill. Kaitou Kid… Those lips every but as wonderful as he’d imagined. And those hands at his chest… He allowed himself a small, contented sigh to go with a shrug of his shoulders.
"The lock to that window is easily picked… and I’ve no intention of changing that any time soon. In case you were wondering."
((Tumblr app ate my reply to themoonlightthief….. but yes, two KIDs are currently crushing the Hakuba who was pouncetackled to the ground.))
“…really, KIDS?”
“Yes, really~” [wiggles]
“What else did you expect, detective?” -grins-
“May I join in?”
“Of course! Feel free!”
“Certainly! And I don’t think Hakuba will mind either~”
“You’re all just shameless, I think. Were you aware of that fact? I can’t get any work done while I am being squashed.”
In a crazy random idea
It’s 5AM in the morning and I haven’t slept at all tonight
Why not
have all incarnations of KID
dance to Hips Don’t Lie?
/FLINGS SELF OFF A CLIFF
I DON’T KNOW WHY AM I EVEN IMAGINING THIS
SEND HELP
“As I’m already dancing to the song, I don’t see why others can’t join me.”
“Oh, don’t mind if I do then~”
(I wish I had access to my icons right now because faces of Hakuba would be happening)
“…Good God is this even legal?” He asks as he slyly starts recording with his cell phone.
Moonlight Visitor
A light hum left his lips, grin turning into a playful, teasing smirk as he regarded Hakuba. He couldn’t help himself. It was simply too much fun playing along and, he supposed, this was as good an opportunity as any to…find out a few things.
“Alright then. As you wish, detective.” Tapping his lips with a white gloved finger, he winked playfully. “Then, would you be so kind to give me a kiss?“
Hakuba regarded the thief for a moment, allowing his gaze to study the young man before him. Then, after feigning brief contemplation, smiled, satisfied, confident. "Certainly, monsieur voleur.”
The detective stepped toward the thief, closing the gap.between them with deliberate measure. Lifting a hand slowly, as to not startle his quarry, Hakuba touched the side of his face. Not to search for a mask, only to trace from his cheek down the lien of his jaw and to his chin, tilting the face he longed for up toward him, ever so gently.
With this accomplished, he only let himself gaze at those eyes for three and a half seconds before closing his eyes, leaning in to give that requested kiss. Hakuba was no stranger in the logistics in strategy for such a thing; this was his one chance and he wanted it to count. To mean something. Lips parted, only slightly, to add warmth and invitation. Opened first, then closed upon those lips, drawing him in. The first, lasting approximately 5.4 seconds; the second (without parting; he didn’t think he could get away with that) for an even four. Finally, an innocent peck, meant to seal that intent.
This was the ‘kiss’ he wanted to give, so long as Kaitou were willing and receptive.
He let out a light hum in contemplation, momentarily directing his gaze up and away as he thought about the question – and how to answer it. While it would be easy enough to lie to, perhaps, hopefully, get Hakuba out of his home earlier, it would be easier for the detective to figure out the truth if he really wanted to.
Besides, it’s not like his mother’s sudden trips around the world were an uncommon or unheard of thing.
“Don’t know. She left the country a few days ago, so I’m guessing either sometime this week or the next. She didn’t mention anything about it in her last message though, so…”
A shrug.
And then the magician’s attention was caught as the doorbell rang.
“See?” Kaito grinned cheekily at the other teen, before turning away and swiftly heading down the hall to open the door. “Told you it’d be here soon enough.“
Hakuba followed after, but a several steps behind. He wasn’t sure if Kaito wanted him to come with, or stay back, but he wanted to help. As he cautiously moved into the hallway, he couldn’t help but think- dryly -that this was a perfect illustration of their relationship problems. No communication, no clear boundaries or guidelines, no give or take. Unspoken expectations and the detective flailing to keep up, eager to please but helpless without direction.
Not that there was really a relationship to begin with. Just… tentative friendship? Rivalry? Direct opponents, perhaps, in terms of law and freedom. Huff.
He leaned against the wall and waited for some sort of indication that he could do anything for Kaito, arms folded across his chest. Kaito was used to fending for himself, clearly, with his father gone and his mother taking over the world, one overseas trip at a time. No wonder he never wanted, or at least thought, to ask for help.
But at least there would be rootbeer.