How to Appreciate Detective Conan
In 1994, Japanese mangaka Gosho Aoyama (author to the popular mangas ‘Magic Kaito’ and ‘Yaiba’, created a new series, called Detective Conan, which later became an anime in 1997. In 2004, Funimation, an American anime company, took hold of…
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The kiss was over almost as fast as it had been done. Hakuba had been nervous, and a little ill at the thought, but the barely-there press of lips, which he had washed, was safe enough. Though he may have to wash his own later, just in case. Disinfectant didn’t get rid of everything, and he wasn’t sure if this Hakuba kept himself as clean as he did. If he kissed other – the thought making his stomach churn – or what he brought to his mouth.
He shifted a little as he felt the others gaze on him, and he couldn’t help but feel like a bug under a magnifying glass. The thought made him more nervous then he already was, and extremely uncomfortable. It wasn’t like he’d exactly wanted to do this, but he had made it a point in his life, never to back down from a challenge, and so here he was; facing his other self in a situation that was not exactly pleasant.
Hakuba scoffed at the thought of being compared to Kaitou KID, he was no thief. He followed the law to a T, and worked for them. There was no way he would ever steal anything, let alone repeatedly. The thought angered him, though he pushed it back down. A flush rose up on his cheeks as the detective continued to to talk, and he couldn’t help but feel insulted.
like the other was making fun of him.
“No one has ‘taught’ me how to kiss. I find the very idea of it, disgusting. As for my name my name is Hakuba Saguru.” His words had a bit of bite to them, still feeling the prick of the tease earlier.
“Hakuba Saguru?” He replied, tone dripping with incredulity as he tilted his head to the other side. “My dear boy, you could not possibly be the Hakuba Saguru, for any Hakuba Saguru worth anything knows the finer art of kissing. Any idea to the contrary is preposterous."
Hakuba shook his head, hands folding behind his back which aided his posturing – tall, broad-shouldered, confident – and began, again, to pace around the other in amusement.
"You see,” the more vocal half-brit began, stepping onto the metaphorical soapbox. “There are an estimated 157 different kisses that one can give, each with their own meaning and intent. Without the emotion behind it, you can hardly call it a kiss at all; simply physical contact between two parts of the body. No, no, my young friend, in order for it to be a kiss, you MUST have feeling, which you have unfortunately fallen short of.”
He spun on his heel in almost military fashion and stood at attention, eyes narrowed as he surveyed his audience, brows raising. “‘Oh, but wait,’ you might say. ‘My kiss conveyed reluctance and lack of desire, which is a valid emotion and motive in and of itself, therefore making it a valid kiss’ – and if that was your intent, then I suppose you have succeeded… but in doing so have created a horrendous crime.”
“Kissing is a way to express something to another person… why, therefor, would you choose to express such a negative and unfavorable emotion upon another person? Why would you, in the face of such an opportunity, willingly defer to the idea that it is acceptable to give anything less than your best in good spirit and admiration for this other, living, breathing, feeling being? Have you no heart at all, my dark shadow?”
“Who has wronged you in such a way to make you feel as though you’ve no alternative but to bruise my already broken heart with such a paltry offering? I ask you; was it simply an misinformed mistake? Shall I grant you the opportunity to make amends, set this wrong right, absolve you of your crime and send us both on our ways as better people?”
After a moment to finally take a breath, he offered a pleading glance and an open palm. “Please, you must tell me. Shall it be so?”
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“Ah… Yamashita-chan!” Hakuba gasped, standing in the doorway to his bedroom. His hand hovered over the light switch and, for a moment, he considered turning it off and walking right back out the door. But, even though he wanted to flee, he remained frozen in place, staring with jaw agape.
“Just… just how did you get into my bedroom? What are you doing here? And for God’s sake, why are you all tied up?” He paused, then shook his head. “Nevermind; you can’t answer that. Nor do I want to know. Oh god, why does this sort of thing continue to happen to me?!”
He managed to take one step forward, brows furrowed in concern. Did he dare attempt to untie her? No… no, that would be unwise, given the circumstances. It seemed that he was in a bad spot no matter what he did. Really, given the situation, there was only one thing that he could do.
“DAAAD!”
The frantic teenage detective turned and yelled into the hallway, only to be rewarded with silence.
“SIR! I need your help! PLEASE.”
He knew that the Superintendent General was home; he’d managed to finally have dinner with the man for the first time in weeks, so he couldn’t have gone far. It’d only been five or so minutes since they’d left the table together.
Then again, the Hakuba Estate was large and roomy, so there was no guarantee that he’d hear him even if he screamed bloody murder. Unsettling thought, that.
“Ah, ah… st-stay there, Yamashita-chan.. I’ll… I’ll get help!”
Goal in mind, Hakuba was finally able to turn and sprint into the hallway, grimacing at the way his socks slipped on the polished marble flooring. Damn this excessive living space!
Nevertheless, he made it to his father’s study with only one or two minor mishaps and slid to a stop just past the doorway.
“Ah… Dad?”
The older man glanced up from the paperwork on his desk to offer a tired smile, curious and puzzled by the frantic expression on his son’s face. “Yes, Saguru?”
“There’s a… well, I need your help, if… if you can come. It might only take a moment? Oh, god, I left my door wide open…”
The Superintendent General blinked once or twice, brow slowly lifting in confusion. “What’s wrong, son?”
Hakuba took a deep breath, forcing himself to adjust his posture, hands running over his pockets briefly as he collected himself. “There’s a… a girl tied up on my bed, sir. Blind folded, gagged… I… ah, I don’t know how… or why, but…”
“There’s… what?”
“A girl. Yamashita-chan, in fact. She’s a high school detective. And for some reason she’s on my bed. Blind folded, gagged, and tied up.”
Silence followed as Hakuba Sr stared at younger Hakuba, giving himself a moment to comb over the information again in his mind.
When he’d still said nothing after a few seconds, Hakuba shifted his weight from foot to foot and glanced back over his shoulder. “Perhaps I should call the police? Do you suppose that would be a good idea?”
“You have a girl in your bed… while you’re both under age… and you’re telling me about it?”
Hakuba stared. “Well, she’s… not supposed to be there.”
“Dare I ask what you mean by that, son?”
“If she were supposed to be there, I wouldn’t be coming to you for help.” Hakuba blinked once or twice more, watching his father, now feeling equally as confused. “Because… I wouldn’t need help, you see… So this is rather awkward…”
“Do you often have people tied up in your bed?”
“Ah…. … no… no, I don’t.” It’d really only happened once or twice and, honestly, it had never been intentional. Somehow. Huh. Either way, his answer wasn’t technically a lie, so he offered a small, apologetic smile. “I just… need your assistance with removing this one, if you please.”
The elder Hakuba pushed back from his desk and stood, sighing. “So let me get this straight; my seventeen year-old son, promising young detective who chases down serial killers and has been hospitalized on more than one occasion from skirmishes with criminals… is afraid of a girl that ended up in his bedroom.”
“Ah… yes. Yes, that sounds like a fairly adequate assessment, sir. She’s not supposed to be there. I have no idea how she got in, how she got tied up, who helped her, or did this to her, or what the design of this… this… whatever this is was. Or is. Wait. No, what I mean is, I don’t know why she’s there, but I’d really like her to not be there, and I’m not certain what the best course of action from this point would be.”
After tiredly rubbing his forehead, Hakuba Sr stepped around his desk and came to put a heavy hand on his son’s shoulder. “Son, are you trying to tell me something?”
Hakuba tilted his head, blinking once more in confusion. “Ah, yes… yes, that there’s a person in my room and I’d very much like there not to be…”
“No, I mean… are you trying to tell me something about yourself?”
The younger Hakuba stared, expression growing increasingly worried as the seconds ticked by. “…Huh?”
“Son, don’t tell me that you think that girls are… icky.”
“Icky? Why would I think that?”
Hakuba Sr set his jaw. “What I mean to ask, son, is… … and please don’t take this the wrong way… are you gay?”
Uh.
“Gay? No… no, I’m not, Dad.” Hakuba had long since decided that his father was not among the people who needed to know anything about his somewhat ambiguous sexuality. But again, technically speaking, his statement had not been a lie. “I’ve been out with plenty of girls. But I don’t see what this has anything to do with the one that’s currently in my bedroom. Will you help me or not?”
After giving a sigh of relief, Hakuba Sr patted his son’s shoulder again and nodded. “All right, all right… lead the way, let’s take a look at this hostage situation you’ve got going on.”
“Should I call for backup?”
“I… somehow don’t think that will be necessary, but if it makes you feel better, have your cellphone at hand.” He pushed past him and started down the hall, much taller son trailing closely behind him.
“All… all right! I have my phone. I’m ready.”
“And for God’s sake, Saguru, stop acting like there’s a spider on your ceiling or something. Have a little dignity.”
…
This is ridiculous… and he wonders why I’m never home…
go the hell to sleep, woman >.>
“But doesn’t this icon make me look like a blond Takagi?”
Mun’s Theories:
who cooks normally?: I’m gonna say that KID lets Hakuba cook because he wants Hakuba to feel useful.
how often do they fight?: There’s probably lots of minor disagreements that are worked out easily enough (usually it’s ‘Hakuba, stop FREAKING OUT’ ‘I DON’T KNOW HOW’), and then a larger argument when one of them does something dangerous.
what do they do when they’re away from each other?: Socialize, read, work… Hakuba texts all the time, though.
nicknames for each other?: ’Mon cher voleur’ for Kaito, ‘Dear Detective’ for Hakuba.
who is more likely to pay for dinner?: Hakuba tries. KID insists that he can take care of his own, too, though… so they probably go back and forth.
who steals the covers at night?: KID. Which makes Hakuba curl up close to him.
what would they get each other for gifts?: Books, magic trick stuff, little knick knacks, tokens of affection.
who remembers things?: They’re both pretty good at remembering things, at least the important stuff. They overlap, and because Hakuba tries to not seem too needy, doesn’t mention things like anniversaries and birthdays.. and since Hakuba doesn’t mention them, KID assumes that Hakuba doesn’t care about them…
who cusses more?: Hakuba. And it’s usually ‘GOD DAMMIT KID WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE SHOT?! SHIT!”
what would they do if the other one was hurt?: Force the fretting aside, quickly and carefully attend to wounds and after care. They’re both very concerned about each other’s well-being.
who kissed who first?: KID totally kissed Hakuba first. On a rooftop. It was surprising and romantic.
who made the first move?: KID did because Hakuba is a complete wuss.
who started the relationship?: UHMMM… I think Hakuba finally breaks down in this one, too… corners him, asks him for a straight answer, no more riddles and puzzles and all of that jazz. But I imagine it’s always going to be “complicated.”
Hakuba’s Thoughts:
“I’d be very lucky to be in a relationship with KID.”
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“I have far too many deerstalker hats, of which only two are even relatively accurate to the… inaccurate portrayal of Holmes, a collection of top hats, bowlers, caps… Goodness, I actually have quite a few hats, but most of them are in London, and I almost never wear them. I wonder what their point is, then? I can’t give a specific number as I don’t generally think of them.”
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*** They’re… … they’re doing the little dance that Edogawa-kun does from time to time, inexplicably… I… I don’t know how to feel about this other than confused.
