Prompt exchange #11: Obvious facts
Sept 10, 2017 13:40:52 GMT
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Post by Cesela on Sept 10, 2017 13:40:52 GMT
Prompt: Deduction battle! Sera and Heiji team up against the obnoxious Hakuba.
Notes: I'm certain that this was not exactly what the prompter imagined, however I am terrible with crime scenes and the sort, and it was the only idea that popped into my head after the first bout of 'shit, I got nothing'. I apologize for all writing mistakes, Im writing this on a tablet with no autocorrect - and english is not my native language - I will correct all writing mistakes once I get back on a computer in a couple of days.
Notes: I'm certain that this was not exactly what the prompter imagined, however I am terrible with crime scenes and the sort, and it was the only idea that popped into my head after the first bout of 'shit, I got nothing'. I apologize for all writing mistakes, Im writing this on a tablet with no autocorrect - and english is not my native language - I will correct all writing mistakes once I get back on a computer in a couple of days.
Summary: There is nothing more deceptive than an obvious fact.
Title: Obvious facts
Wordcount: 1361
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The wind was a soft breeze as it blew past him, barly making the dark fringes of his hair quiver. The cafe was alive with activity, and the cup in his hand was still warm as vapour still steamed dancingly from the hot liquid. The porcelain cup felt comfortably warm against his palm.
Across Hattori Hejii sat Hakuba Saguru: the british detective's casual attire looked more appropriate in a high-classed resturant, rather then a cafe. His dark-blond hair was meticulously combed; not even his bangs moved in the flutter of the wind.
''You are mistaken,'' Hakuba said in a low tone, his eyes dark where the bore into his companion unrelenting. Though his face looked impassive, as though he were strolling around in a countryside with a view he had gazed upon countless of times, Heiji spotted the tell-tale twitch of his lips and tension in his shoulder that told him Hakuba was feeling defensive.
''The evidence speak for themselves,'' he responded simply, his eyes moving to the side in a clear dismissal. ''I have never known you to ignore facts to suit your theories.''
Hakuba's eyes flashed darkly, and his lips quirked downwards in displeasure, no longer seemed to care to keep his facial expression neutral. ''I would not have imagined you ever caring to misqoute Sherlock Holmes.''
Heiji took a small sip of his cup, the bitter coffee spreading across his palates. Putting it down, he reached for the suger bowl - how Kudou Shinichi prefered his coffein black, was beyond his understanding. ''I might not prefer Conan Doyle's books over Ellery Queen's, but that does not however, mean he did not occasionally phrase words wisely.'' Finishing dumping the contents of the suger bowl, he stirred the spoon a few times before continuing, using the pregnant pause to annoying his companion. ''If you'd rather I qouted directly, how about : There is nothing more deceptive than an obvious fact.''
Hakuba did not look impressed, as evident by the thinning of his lips. ''Somehow, hearing Sherlock Holmes from your lips, make them almost sound filthy.''
Heiji clenched his teeth, feeling a bubble of annoyence in his chest, and he unconsciously tightened his grip around the cup he was holding. ''And here I have always heard you were the mild-mannered of us. Having seen you like this, everyone should bite back their words.''
His glare was met with a cold expression. ''I still prefer it to your hot-headedness, Hattori-san.''
Heiji swallowd thickly, mentally going over the mantra Kazuha had drilled into him, or he would have slammed his fists into the table and made the cuttlery dance in his aggrevation. ''You are just vexed over the fact I am right, and you are wrong -''
''I highly disagree. Your deduction is based on nothing more then frivelous -''
''And yet, they are true.''
All pretense of tranquility was gone as Hakuba's expression turned hostile. He made to stand, to shamelessly retreat from a conversation he cared not to discuss - and Heiji was almost tempted to call him a coward for it.
''You must realize that the evidence are as clear as day. The maticulous state of the attire, the direction of the eyes and the obvious wistfulness of the expression. It fools no one, but the owner.''
Hakuba froze in his seat, his eyes wandering to gaze beyond Heiji's line of sight. The silence bobble of their conversation suddenly evaporated, as the sound of the cafe suddenly rolled in almost deafening. He could hear the soft crying of a woman, the confused babbling of a baby, and the soft-toned voices of the police as the interrogated the guests. In the mids of the noice, he could clearly hear the familiar voice of Sera Masumi as she spoke to the forensic team as she most likely hovered over the body of a deceased older man.
''She has no need of our assistence, so sit down Hakuba,'' he tried and failed to sound kindly as he bit his words out in annoyence - why couldn't the Brit just concede to his foolish stubborness. ''She already came to the same conclusion, surely you must realize.''
Hakuba's expression fell, and for a second, Heiji thought he saw a shimmer of volnourbility. ''I-I cannot.''
Heiji sat back in his seat with a sigh, slowly trailing his fingertips through his hair. He eyed the Brit silently with a quiet expression - feeling neither pride nor smug over the fact he knew something Hakuba did not. Deciding to change his tactic, he turned half-way on his seat to call for assistence. ''Sera!''
The female detective looked up immediatly, her green eyes glittering underneath her hat almost blindingly. She was modestly dressed in only a leather-jacket and a vest - an attire usually not choicen by her gender, but she had never particularly cared whenever she was mistaken for a man. She approached the table with light steps, her lips qurking upwards in a smile.
Heiji turned back to stare at Hakuba, however the Brit's gaze was glued to the approaching woman as he had frozen in his seat.
''I expect you have already deduced the truth, Sera.''
The female detective grabbed a chair, turned it around so the back faced the table before slidding into the seat and leaned her head against the wood. ''Aye, of course I have.''
Hakuba's expression was almost pained as he glanced away, and had he been anyone else, he would most likely have complained how it was unfair to be ganged up on. However, the Brit held is tongue as silence throbbed between them.
What had been fun to tease about moments earlier, had now turned boring for Hattori Heiji, and he grumbled with a low voice. ''Just admit it, Hakuba. We are not going to get anywhere if you keep denying the obvious truth.''
Hakuba's eyes twitched in the direction of Sera, an expression flashing across his face that Heiji chose not to interpret. ''Something should never be admitted,'' he uttered with a low voice. ''If you know that I know that you know, is that not enough?''
Sera finally interrupted, her voice steady and lack of emotion as she did. ''I'd prefer it if you did.''
The Brit sagged in his seat, as though all air had left him with the will to exist. He opened his mouth for a fraction of a second, before closing it. This time he did not lower his eyes nor look away as his gaze was glued to Sera's expression - and Heiji suddenly felt like he was intruding.
''Forgive me for saying, but you have left me with no other choice,'' Hakuba took a shivering breath, before continuing more steady then before. ''I am in love with you, Masumi. Nothing more, and nothing less.''
Heiji felt a satisfied grin spread across his lips. ''See? Was that so difficult to admit?''
The Englishman ignored his presence as he kept his eyes locked on Sera, who returned his gaze in quiet thoughts. Heiji's smirk subsided marginally as he waited for the conclusion - not that he held his breath, fully knowing what would transpire, and silently thinking about the food he would buy for the money won in their gambling pool.
Sera suddenly reached out to grab Hakuba's hand in hers, and a soft smile twitched on her lips. ''I was not one hundred percent certain - but I was hoping you returned my affections.''
The brit seemed to have frozen as he blinked a few times in surprise. ''Are you saying - ''
He never got to finish his question, as Sera leaned forward to capture his lips in hers, and Heiji stood from his seat, leaving the two to discuss the transpired event. Pretty much everyone had figured out Hakuba and Sera's growing feelings for each other - everyone but the half-brit apparantly. As detectives, they seemed to always be blind to their own emotions.
Heiji turned to Takagi and the crime scene, picking up where Sera had left - there was still one mystery to solve. That would make it 3 - 0 wins to him between the rivaling detectives.