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The Meaning of the Monocle

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He pouted and took the other hand and stood. “Don’t worry about it.” 

He glanced down at the bottle then to Hakuba. Shaking his head slightly he turned back to the detective and smiled. “Just how much have you drank?”

Hakuba looked at the bottle, just a tad flush from the alcohol and from the sudden guilt, reaching over to lift it up. “Not enough, that’s for certain,” he said, moving to pour himself a little more. There… was only about a quarter of it left, though, so he hesitated. “Where is your glass?”

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The Meaning of the Monocle

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The thief leaped into the air and yelped. He tumbled over him and sprawled half on the couch and Hakuba and the other half on the floor. Glaring up at the detective he whined sounding very much like a small child.  ”AW, You made me miss the ending!”

All that Hakuba could do for several moments was laugh, petting one of Kaito’s legs while he brought the wine glass back to his lips. “You’re just so cute. I couldn’t resist.” He drained his glass, then glanced back to the screen, smirking triumphantly. “We can rewind it, though. Come here." 

He offered a hand to help him up. 

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The Meaning of the Monocle

smokebombsandmirrors:

As the movie continued and started nearing its end Kaito began inching forward towards the edge of the couch and nearly ended up sitting in Hakuba’s lap. Biting his lip he kept from making any noise or cheering. 

All while Hakuba continued to drain the bottle of wine. He didn’t mind the closeness at all, and found himself looking at Kaito more often than the television. The reactions amused him so; he was already coming up with a list of films to show him in the future. It was so difficult to find a good movie-watching companion… 

Suddenly, he couldn’t resist the temptation to slide his hand down to poke Kaito in the side, just curious to see what his reaction would be, though he did try. The built-up anticipation just begged to be prodded, no matter how Hakuba looked at it. So, carefully holding his wine out of the way, he did just that. A simple, gentle poke. 

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Genius.

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-standing up Crystal patted the Pichu’s head before walking towards the visitor.-
Of course! I’ll have Arckee keep it warm.-She says looking down at her belt, the arcanine inside of one of the capsules nodded his head as Crys puts her hands out to receive the egg.-
Do you know what sort of egg this is or is that why you brought it?

“Yes, actually. It’s a…”  Hakuba laughed somewhat sheepishly as he took the egg from the pouch, offering it to her. “…it’s a magikarp, of all things. One of the clutch from breeding my Gyarados with another champion. The professor seemed very interested in getting his hands on one.”

The dratini peered at Crystal curiously, then buried its face against the young man’s neck, tail curling shyly. 

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Catching Up With Fate

kuroba-k:

Kaito memorised it as a good thing that Hakuba apparently didn’t look forward, but yet seemed ready to get through all this. It was a sign that the detective wasn’t going down the road of accepting all the pain or even thinking he deserved it and chances also were very high for him not to be whiny and render the whole therapy inefficient because he wouldn’t go and challenge himself. So, Hakuba turned out to be a promising patient so far.
The therapist answered with a loopsided grin that made him look more than a little mischieveous. “I’ll be happy if you talk to me about the pain and what bothers you. Especially if it increases or decreases during anything I do or ask you to do, none of your comments will be stupid to me, even if you might feel silly at first. But, I’m being honest with you, because I know you can take it. I’m not too fond of people whining for compassion or attention. You already have both from my side, just as much as admiration, actually, for taking this road instead of the easy one of accepting a ‘fate’.” Then he turned around to go and disinfect his hands properly. “Complaining is fine though and perfectly understandable.”

“I need you to take off your shoes, socks and the trousers. If you feel uncomfortable just in your underwear I can give you a towel and I’ll have a cover ready if you’re getting cold. But I need full view on your injuries.” The room though was an appropriate temperature for Kaito to wear short sleeves all the time, so patients wouldn’t get cold too fast.

While everything so far had been more or less standard and what Hakuba was used to, and the compliments appreciated, it struck him only after the fact that he was going to have to get undressed in front of his old classmate. He hesitated, immediately squinting to look over at Kaito with an expression of, well, horror. 

“Shoes, socks, and trousers,” he repeated, then let out a sigh as he glanced down at his offending leg again. “All right…” Hakuba knew it was necessary, but that fact didn’t really do anything for his sudden dread. As if being poked and prodded weren’t enough… He’d had a crush on the man in high school, for god’s sake. Huff.

“I do get to keep my shirt on, at least, right…?” Although his question was hopeful in tone, the detective was anything but as he carefully maneuvered himself to sit on the side of the table again, doing anything he could to avoid additional pain in the movements. 

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Waiting Pleasantries

patientxpetals:

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   The auburnette felt a pang of unease, her shoulders shifting slightly when she realized that he was staring at her far more closely than most strangers did. She habitually pushed a lock of her hair from her face, but used the motion to hide the color that came to her cheeks as well.

   ”I—It’s all right, ask whatever ya want.” She couldn’t begin to imagine what he wanted to ask her and why it called for a warning, but she was an open book. There was very little she was willing to share, especially if it were as simple as admitting what her favorite flower.

   Madison remained silent for a second, then burst into a fit of giggles into both of her hands.

   ”Oh, gosh. That ain’t forward at all! I’m fond of peonies, and they are fun t’ work with. ‘Fact, I got a bush or two back home that I’m takin’ care of.” She sighed softly.

   ”They’re just so cute an’ soft, and they got th’ best smell. Well, most of ‘em do. There are some that smell like fish, but I ain’t ever smelled those before. The ones in my garden smell like roses an’ citrus. Oh, did ya know the roots are used fer medicine? I——
                   Oh, shoot. M’sorry, m’ ramblin’…”

Now that was charming. The detective chuckled, lifting a hand to cover his mouth as he did so, amused at her reaction. “Oh, please, no, it’s wonderful. There’s nothing more enchanting than listening to a passionate person speak of what they love most.”

Hakuba offered what he hoped was a warm and reassuring smile, no longer giving off the analytical feeling, which he’d only intended to be humorous, anyway. Absently tugging at the collar of his milfold coat, he broke his gaze to give her a moment of reprieve and glanced up at the bus stop sign, instead. 

“They’re beautiful, though. Peonies. I’ve always been fond of how they look like living watercolor. Delicate petals in various strokes and washes of paint. Very fine choice. Are they difficult to care for?”

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The Meaning of the Monocle

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“Huh, oh No thank you.” He answered and kissed him lightly. He was back to watching the movie and jumping slightly when the car flipped. He made a slightly protest then a squeak when the car caught fire and blew up. 

The kiss was so easily given and easily received; Hakuba didn’t even quite know what to think about it. Were things supposed to be this simple? Even after all of the drama earlier, it just seemed so normal. Baffled, the blond poured himself more wine, content to be drinking it himself they were supposed be sharing it. 

Really, it was too good to waste, and it had to be enjoyed then. Which he did, lazily rubbing his thumb over Kaito’s shoulder while the movie went on. Since he’d already seen it, his thoughts continued to drift over everything, leaving him wondering, again, just how they’d gotten to this point when just two weeks earlier, they’d been yelling at each other in Kaito’s kitchen.

Odd, so odd, how things turn out. But then Kuroba had given him the monocle, and, in turn, that much-needed closure. But… hm. He drank more, thoughtfully, and wondered.  

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Idle Weather Shop Talk

askseramasumi:

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“Yeah, that’s right. For the past couple of years. That’s really where I started to take on serious cases,” she explained, though she was still on alert. Masumi could be sociable and still keep some secrets.

“If you’re Hakuba Saguru, then I guess that explains a lot. You’re the Superintendent General’s son and a private detective too.” She had heard of him a couple of times, mostly during Kaitou Kid heists which he had failed to attend for any number of reasons. After experiencing that level of foolishness and puzzlement, she couldn’t blame him for using any excuse to get out of it.

Ah, disappointment vanished, Hakuba’s smile quirked at one corner of his lips, brows raising in appreciation at Sera’s knowledge. “Absolutely right, yet again,” he said, nodding to her. “You’re two for two thus far." 

It would be exaggerating to say that he was impressed, but he was at least pleased with their conversation as it stood. The blond detective wasn’t one to get overly excitable with people that he’d just met, particularly not with the fairer sex, and so simply went back to his coffee for a moment. 

Then, after another taste of hazelnut and whipped cream, he gave an idle hum. "Are you enjoying the work here?" 

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The Meaning of the Monocle

smokebombsandmirrors:

Kaito felt himself smile like a stupid giddy school girl and tucked in himself with his own slice.

The beginning of the movie, at least at a certain scene almost ended in him loosing his cake. He just barely managed to set it down before burying in close to Hakuba his face hiding into his neck and arms wrapped around him. They had to pause it briefly so he could come out from behind as the movie continued he remain wear his was occasionally moving away to take large bites out of his cake.

Right now he was tense and focus on Jack’s escaped he barely noticed pressing against the other and taking his hand into his. Whispering ‘come on, come on’ over and over again under his breath.

Hakuba did feel bad about the piranhas, as he’d expected, but had no problem at all with the turn of events. His arms remained open, welcoming, and he found that it was so much easier to hold him than he ever expected it to be. It’d been so long since he’d done anything like this with someone. Thoughts of those days hurt, but watching Kaito’s reactions to the film eased the pain of bad memories, and soon he was only thinking about the present.

It helped that he continued to drink the wine, too, finishing the glass over time and reaching for the bottle for more. The alcohol soothed him, eased those anxieties out like a steam press on cloth. He relaxed. The wine was good, the cake was good, the film was good, and his boyfriend… Hakuba stole another glance down at him, smirking in appreciation… was more than he’d ever hoped for. 

He squeezed his hand, leaning his head on him, and glanced at the screen again. It was charming that Kaito was so into it. Irresistibly cute. 

“More wine?” he murmured into his hair. 

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Lost Keys || osakandetectivehattori

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Hattori thought everything was fine, until Hakuba started to thrash, claw and push. He had to lean forward to stop the blond from falling off his back and into another car. He cursed and let go, moving to pin the other against his own car and looked him dead in the eye. That was when he noticed they were dilated and he cursed a second time; he was drugged. He chewed on his bottom lip, keeping him pinned so he couldn’t hurt himself or Hattori.

“Hakuba listen!” He gently shook the other. “Ya have been drugged, if ya try an’ drive ya will likely ge’ us both killed!” He tried to reason with him. “Who ever drugged ya is on their way. Ya can’ run like this, so imma carry ya, okay? I will come back fer yere key’s, bu’ ya need ta calm down an’ le’ me help ya!”

The blond detective froze when he was pinned against the car, for a moment disoriented and shocked. That scent was so familiar. That voice. He knew it. Hakuba shook his head. Of course he knew it– it was Hattori Heiji, his rival and colleague. He took in a deep breath, chest heaving against the other, and looked away, scanning the dimly lit street with panic. 

“Doesn’t matter if we run,” Hakuba said, voice and body shaking. “I need the keys. You don’t understand… I need the keys… and the… the sample…”  He struggled against Hattori again, trying to get into his pockets – but of course he’d emptied those all out onto the concrete just minutes ago. “Where… where is everything? Where did it go? Where was it taken? Hattori, you don’t understand!" 

It was the fear that motivated him primarily, but not so much that of having lost the keys, the drug dealers that were after him, or even the Osakan that had filled him with anxiety on more than one occasion… it was the fact that he couldn’t keep a grip on his mind that really terrified him. There were the lights, everything kept moving, and he had to fight. He had to. Sneering, he tried to push Hattori away, using the rental car as leverage, throwing every bit of weight that he had into it.