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Blond Humbug

smokebombsandmirrors:

Red faced Kaito glared at him. “Jerk.”

He pushed away from the glass and hurried down the side walk. Not everyone was rich and could afford nice clothes. He clenched the bags of stuff in his hurting hands and tried to bury himself deeper in his useless coat. He felt so … inadequate standing near the other. Like a pauper and a prince. A prince with a chauvinistic pig like attitude and little care for the little middle class thief walking beside him. Not that he knew he was a thief. That wasn’t the point here. No, the point he was trying to establish was that Hakuba was a jerk.

“…Jerk?" Hakuba was stunned, staring, and it took him a moment to realize that Kaito had left. "Ah- hey! Kuroba-kun! Wait for me!”

The detective scurried after the thief, lips pressed in a frown. He had to sort of shuffle to keep hold of everything in his arms while keeping his hands in the warmth of his pockets. He hadn’t meant to offend Kaito, though as he chased after, it sort of dawned on him that perhaps he had.

“Ah, apologies, I hadn’t meant to sound so critical, it’s just that burberry is… well, it’s, cashmere! You know what I mean?" 

Because that really fixes anything, right? 

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The Meaning of the Monocle

smokebombsandmirrors:

Kaito straightened with the glasses and smiled at him. “I’m the same way. I feel as if I’m going to wake from another dream and you tell me this was all a joke.”

He tipped the glasses and pour the burgundy liquid into both. Setting the bottle down he offered one to the detective. 

Taking the glass, both sheepish from his own admission of insecurity, and feeling admittedly touched by Kaito’s own. “Well…” Hakuba said, lifting the glass to take in the bouquet, swirling the dark liquid around ever so gently. “I can assure you that this is no dream, nor a joke, unless it’s one of my fantasies.”

He stole a glance at Kaito then, smile hopeful and growing broader despite his embarrassment. 

“I’d say we should toast to dreams come true, but I think something along the lines of…”  He couldn’t say first kisses, technically, could he? Hakuba glanced up at the ceiling, considering before he looked back with a triumphant grin. “Ah! Let’s toast to figuring things out!”

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A History of Perfect Mistakes

japansfamousdetective:

His smile made her smile more so, she always did love seeing him do so. It really could brighten up a room. Not that she had ever voiced something like that aloud. She’d been so afraid to.

But maybe she’d have the courage to at some point.

Reaching a hand out to take the pills, she couldn’t stop herself from moving to inquire about his questions. She didn’t get a chance to, however, as he seemed to get hung up on the multiple implications of his wording and she couldn’t help but to pause and watch him start to flounder about to explain himself. Rather unnecessarily so at that.

Slender fingers hovered over the pill bottle for a couple of seconds before the hand was quickly making it’s way back to her person. Oh no. Oh no. His embarrassed floundering was so adorable! A reminder that for all his calm collectedness he was just as much as an axious dork as she was. The smile turned into one of amusement before her hand was covering her mouth. It was in vein because seconds later she was laughing.

She was aware she didn’t laugh much, felt like she didn’t really have a reason to with all the death and destruction that surrounded her. There was always too much in her heart and mind to worry about then taking the time to laugh. Since attending the college with the Ekoda trio (as she had come to call them) she had laughed a lot more but she was certain that it hadn’t ever sounded like the laughter she was producing now.

To her, at the very least, it sounded so much more pure and open. And her sides were hurting so bad!

“N-nooo, why are you s-so… so precious?!" 

The rambling came to a full and abrupt halt as Shinori spoke, and he blinked at her helplessly. Precious? She thought he was precious? Was this a good or a bad thing? Confused and started, the male detective stood there, expression falling with a head tilt to one side, not unlike a nervous golden retriever. 

"Ah…” was all that Hakuba could say in response at first, then realized – finally – that she was laughing. Not at him, really, or at least not cruelly so, but she was genuinely amused. And it was infectious. He laughed, himself, turning his head with a bite of his lip. God, he was embarrassed, but it was so nice to hear her full of such good spirits, especially in light of all that had happened. 

“Well, I don’t know about precious, but I’d accept ‘bumbling’ or ‘awkward,’ perhaps ‘hopeless,’  Kudo-kun…" 

At work, Hakuba was professional, calm, and so very confident. Flirty, even. At university, he was quiet, withdrawn, and a little bit cold. And here, in his bathroom with her, he was tripping all over himself. But at least he’d remembered to put pants on, which he was then very grateful for. 

The blush didn’t look like it was leaving any time soon, either. "But nevermind that; you’re gorgeous, your laugh is adorable, and I’ve made enough of a fool of myself. Shall I arrange something for breakfast? Or do you want to go back to bed?”

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Idle Weather Shop Talk

askmasumisera:

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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?" 

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Catching Up With Fate

kuroba-k:

“Well, you won’t be full-body tackling any criminals for a while now. Even though with your height I imagine it to be rather productive here in Japan.” The corners of his mouth twiched upwards again. He was being considered tall, but Hakuba was at least another half a head taller, so he really did have some advantages. Although the side of it he imagined not to be that much fun was, that it made the detective’s ‘Hafu’ heritage a little more visible.

Although with the next topic it seemed Kaito had found the sore spot Hakuba had been avoiding a few times already. So he focused a little more, watching his patients body language a tad more attentive.

Small apartment in Tokyo, floor?, lift – planning to move into house, he noted quickly. Then he nodded when Hakuba mentioned the boy, he already talked about before.

“So he’s most likely pretty lively”, Kaito supplied during the little pause and wrote down that there was a small boy with custody in the question and trying to organise a nanny. “Sounds like a fine young man and a very reasonable thing you’ve planned there.” He looked up again with a warm smile and finally put his papers and the pen aside.

“As for us, the first thing I’d like to do is take a look at your leg and the scars. For today they’re my first priority. I want to make sure the tissue stays as functional as possible so you won’t have any long term restrictions due to the fact that the skin won’t strech. Also, I want to know how much pain may come from them. As for the rest of the time I will most likely be a little mean, because I’d like to try and slightly irritate some pain to test the waters. Which is the next thing I plan tackling with you. My feeling so far is that the aches currently bother you most, so I’d like to try and optimise your pain management with you. What do you think?”

“Oh, I used to be very good at tackling people and… yes, he’s quite the handful,” Hakuba said, pouting as he considered the next part of Kaito’s plan for him. He was used to pain, but he didn’t really enjoy it. He knew very few people that did, though, and that fact forced him to keep a tight jaw and a grim smile on his face. 

Really, all things considered, he was lucky that he hadn’t completely lost his leg. Or his life. He very well could have at so many points during the confrontation and the ensuing trauma. It had been a mess. “Go ahead, Kuroba-san, do whatever you need to do and I’ll do my very best to avoid making too much noise.”

He laughed, tilting his head at him with a broader sort of smile. “Or am I supposed to be completely honest about the pain? I try not to complain nearly as often as I’d like to…”  

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The Meaning of the Monocle

smokebombsandmirrors:

He didn’t mean to and tried so hard not but he reached for him, cupped his face, and kissed him lightly. “Yes, I’m sorry, Hakuba I’m … I’m the type that needs the reassurance, the evidence, if you will, that things, that this is real.”

He stepped away from him and picked up the cork remover and wiggled it into the top. After a few turns a loud pop made him jump slightly and chuckle. He set the wine and the remover down and leaned over the bar to grab the glasses.

Another kiss… Hakuba watched him as he swept away, taking care of the wine as requested, and came to lean on the counter with both hands. It was an interesting situation that they’d found themselves in, and though he was yet unaware of repercussions this might all have, he couldn’t deny how elated he felt, and how deeply he was falling all over again.

The insecurity was a little surprising, but only a little bit. He offered a sympathetic smile, though, smirk quirking at the corner of his mouth. “I’m sorry. I think I know exactly how you feel. It all just seems so unfathomable… like I’m just waiting for you to confess that you’re just teasing me." He looked away, sheepish. "Not that you would really do that, it’s just…”

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Blond Humbug

smokebombsandmirrors:

He jumped back from the window as if it bite him and slammed into the other back. He felt his breath hitch and froze before he jumped and slipped on ice. He caught himself against the glass and just glared at red faced. He had been caught indulging in a moment of fantasy. Turning so his back wasn’t to there other he just hung his head embarrassed beyond belief.

That was enough confirmation for Hakuba, who simply looked at him, body unmoving against the bump of the other, though he reached out a hand to help steady him. Ice was something that he was used to, so he did the action without a second thought, so distracted by the object of Kaito’s attention. 

He leaned closer still, eyes narrowing as he inspected it. “Hmm…” he said, putting on his critical gaze. “It’s no burberry, but it does seem like it’s a fine enough scarf, yes…” Without thinking about it, he used his free hand to stroke the cashmere around his neck fondly. He had to admit that the color was very nice; Kaito had good taste.

“But then, nothing compares to burberry, does it?" 

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Bloody Moriarty

thelotusflowerfiles:

Shinichi looked up at him with the excitement of a young boy. It wasn’t often, more like never, he came across others that even like Holmes. “I have and loved it. The concept was nearly perfect some point could have been tweaked a little but all in all it was very good. I was especially please with Waston and Moriarty. Their characterization was spot on.” He sighed and sat down. ” What did you think of Reichenbach and the way they had it?”

If he was a dog he would have had his ears forward and tail wagging. 

“Oh my god!” Hakuba said, suddenly brightening, himself. The Sherlock Switch had been flipped. “Oh god, Watson was so incredible, easily my favorite portrayal of him, since he’s supposed to be intelligent but such a fantastic contrast to Holmes and – oh oh ohhh Moriarty god I could only HOPE to have that sort of relationship with a–”

He stopped himself then, freezing in place for a moment as the thought settled in, suddenly paling. The memory of Spider in those final minutes was all too fresh in his mind. It only lasted two or three seconds before he shook his head, but his voice carried a tone of distraction as he continued.

“I was shocked for Reichenbach… I hadn’t expected Moriarty to off himself, but at the same time, it made perfect sense for the character and the adaptation. Pushing Holmes to… oh, and then when the third season? And John’s reaction? Oh god, and the awkward wedding scenes…" 

Hakuba managed a laugh, trying his best to recover, though his hands fumbled under the table for desperate need of something to drink. He hoped that the awkward server girl would return soon with his tea. 

"Wasn’t Mycroft brilliant, too? And everything with the fishbowl… oh, never have I so closely related to a literary piece in such media!”

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Blond Humbug

smokebombsandmirrors:

Kaito sniffed and prayed he wasn’t getting sick. “Well, I usually spend Christmas alone.”

That was how it had been for the past five or seven years. At least when his mother started travelling more. It was hard those first years but he finally got used to it. Stay at home with a small real tree with little light and even smaller amount of decorations, a homemade Christmas cake and music playing in the background. He was alone. That always struck him the most. Especially when all he had to do was look out the windows and see families cuddled together.

He hunched down even more, glanced to the side to see the shops, and slowed to a stop. It was the red that caught is eye. A deep red scarf was wrapped around a mannequins neck and fluttered down near its waist. The price was way out of his reach though and all he could do was imagine what it would look like on him. Sighing he shivered against the cold and stared at it longingly. 

The answer surprised him. Hakuba frowned, taken aback, and didn’t say anything for a moment, particularly when Kaito came to a halt in front of the next window. Awkwardly, he rubbed the back of his neck, trying to come up with something to offer that would make it better, but he wasn’t having much success.

“Ah, well, I suppose… ah…”  Part of him wanted to invite Kaito to come home with him. He was certain that there could be accommodations made, that his mother would be more than happy to have a guest, and that it would make the holiday much more enjoyable for his classmate. But then, Hakuba also knew that there was no way he could ever convince Kaito to go with him.

…besides, what they’d been saying in class was true. The rumors and little teasing whispers. He did have a thing for Kuroba, and it was against his policy to date classmates, or act on crushes, or anything of that ilk, so it was completely out of the question. Besides, Kaitou KID. 

His thoughts derailed, however, as his gaze settled on the item that Kaito was so focused on. “Hm… are you looking at that scarf?” Hakuba asked, leaning over him to get a better look, brushing against his shoulder. 

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Bloody Moriarty

thelotusflowerfiles:

“AH! No! That won’t be necessary ….. ah” Azuza glanced down to the dog then back to Shinichi and blushed slightly. “I’m sorry … I just dogs make me nervous and we do have a policy on dogs but if shes”

Shinichi blinked at her then smiled charmingly at her and held up a hand to stop her rambles.. “Don’t worry about it. You didn’t know. There’s no harm in that.”

“r-right” she stuttered. “Ah, tea with honey and a water right? Right.”

When she turned her back to him and hurried off Shinichi’s charming smile vanished and he looked back to Hakuba. “Sorry about that. She’s really nice just a bit scattered.”

He gave a soft smile to him then to Twig as he crouched down to give her a good rub behind the ears.

The charm had been fake and yet Hakuba was taken in an instant, watching Shinichi while he spoke to Azuza until he finished, and it all faded away. He blinked, leaning back on the bench, and nodded while the other– er, the only detective paid attention to the dog again.

“Right, yes, it’s fine, fine… honestly, I’ve come to expect it. She sort of surprises people sometimes, and they can’t always see the vest when she’s under the table.”  He frowned, and though he wanted to look under at her, he didn’t really want to risk tweaking his back. Not at the moment. 

“I ought to invest in one with Japanese writing…" 

Twig leaned into the pets, eyes closing and tail wagging. Hakuba didn’t seem very upset, so she was content to receive. 

"Ah, so.” Hakuba cleared his throat with a small cough, putting the pages away. “I suppose most of what we have to discuss are things better left for a more private venue.” An awkward position to be in, for certain. “But, ah, did you see the BBC Sherlock Holmes series? The one with Benedict Cumberbatch?"