Post by Cesela on Jan 14, 2018 17:04:20 GMT
Written for Poirot Café’s prompt exchange #13.
Prompt: Hakuba legitimately surprises Kaito, forcing Kaito to re-evaluate the detective.
Wordcount: 1394
Published: 14.01.2018
Rating: T+ for some swear words
Title: Soap
A/N: Probably not what the prompter was looking for, however I hope you like it nonetheless.
…
Kaito was being watched through the crowd, he was certain of it. The intense burning gaze sent a shiver down his spine in foreboding. He tried to keep his head down and be as inconspicuous as he could while slithering through the masses of people. He got an elbow to his sides for his efforts, however he ignored the slight sting of pain as he made a headway to one of the hallways leading to a back room.
There was always a possibility of his disguise being discovered at any moments, and so he always had backup plans up his sleeve. Suddenly, there was an arm grasping his forearm, and Kaito stiffened as he struggled against the impulse of running away. However he did not want to rise more suspicion. Forcing a smile, he turned to face the perpetrator.
“Masumi,” Hakuba’s gaze almost intensified as he peered into Kaito’s face. The detective looked his usual self, pristine groomed hair: not a single strand out of place, and his dress suit looked to be taken straight from the presser. Had it not been for a lack of a bowtie, Kaito imagined Hakuba was trying to be a James Bond look-alike.
“Hakuba-kun,” the thief forced himself to sound cheerful as he adopted the female detective’s voice. “I didn’t see you there.” He hoped Hakuba couldn’t see the drops of sweat forming at his temple in nervousness. It would surely ruin his immaculate make-up.
“It is a pleasure as always, Sera,” Kaito imagined he saw a fond smile on the detective, and he wondered quietly why he suddenly changed to referring the girl with her last name. “May I request your presence for a few moments. In private,” he added almost as an after thought as though his formal invitation was rude.
Kaito had to resist the intense urge of rolling his eyes in exasperation. They had known each other for quite a while now, however Hakuba had not changed one bit. The stick holding him up must be glued with superglue.
“I don’t really have the time –“ he started to protest, having no desire of being alone with the detective. How he had figured out who Kaito was impersonating, he did not know, however he did not want to play on Hakuba’s terms.
“Please,” a hint of what Kaito would only describe as desperation laced the detective’s voice, “I implore you. Only for a moment.”
Any objections the thief had died on his lips at the odd show of emotions in Hakuba’s eyes. The grip on his arm suddenly spasmed, before the detective withdrew his hand as though burned. Suddenly, Kaito was filled with too much curiosity to decline the request. Before he knew it, he had nodded in agreement.
Hakuba’s shoulders loosened slightly in what Kaito believed to be relief, before the detective put his hand gently on the thief’s back as he guided him out of the crowd. Almost immediately, the humming of dozens of voices dimmed, and the temperature dropped a few grades as the space was no longer heated by a crowd.
They walked down the hallway for a long minute, every step tensing Kaito’s shoulders in foreboding as he put his hand in a pocket and palmed a smoke bomb in case he would have need of it at any moment. Hakuba was a silent companion, and no amount of peeking at him under his fake eyelashes gave him any inclination of the Brit’s intentions.
“There is something I would like to say,” Hakuba started as they came to a stop at the end of the corridor and turned to face Kaito. The detective suddenly seemed larger now as he almost crowded the thief to the wall from the intensity of his eyes and his lips pursed together in intent.
The thief scrutinized his expression for a second, feeling rather unnerved at the Brit’s odd behaviour. Usually he was quite loud and public whenever revealing Kaitou KID’s tricks. “I know what you are going to say,” he replied, trying not to sound aggravated at being caught. “And fine, you are right, you got me. What are you going to do about it?” his chin lifted ever so slightly in defiance.
Hakuba had frozen at the spot, his eyes widening in surprise at Kaito’s honesty – and a part of him felt smug at taking the win away from the Brit by not trying to hide his identity. He wished he could take a picture of the flabbergasted expression.
The detective collected himself a moment later as he inhaled slowly, too many emotions shimmering in his eyes for Kaito to comprehend. “I’m glad,” the tender voice came out with merely a soft whisper, and before the thief had time to react, a hand was gentle caressing the hair in his neck, followed by the soft pressure of lips against lips.
Kaito stiffened in surprise, eyes wide and wild as he stared at the detective’s closed eyelids. He felt a tongue swiping the bottom part of lips and he could feel the warmth even through the latex, before his tangled thoughts bursts into a disbelieved panic of Hakuba is kissing me.
The Brit must have felt the tremble of shock as he suddenly withdrew, but not far enough that his hand strayed from Kaito’s neck. Uncertainty flickered across his face as he spoke softly. “Is something wrong?”
The thief swallowed thickly, parting his lips a few times, however he could not stutter a single syllable in his shocked surprise. He could not even move a single muscle. His scandalized expression must have been clear as day, as Hakuba withdrew his hand as though burned and leaned back on the balls of his feet.
“I –“ his gaze flickered back and forward as shame started to settle in the curve of his mouth. “I apologize, I presumed you knew of my affections and read my intentions before –“
Kaito balked to the wall behind him, wanting to gain as much space between them as he could. “Goddamnit, detective, you don’t go around just kissing people villy nilly without any warning,” he started to wipe his lips rather harshly in desperation of getting rid of any incriminating evidence – not even bothering to mask his voice.
This time, it was Hakuba that recoiled in horror as he seemed to finally get the memo, and his eyes widened wildly. “Kuroba –?” even in his shock, he fished out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth – and Kaito could swear he saw him gag into the cloth.
“The hell is wrong with you,” Kaito groused out in outrage, “now I feel dirty –“
The Brit did not react to the accusation, instead his eyes had turned a little glassy as a shivering hand raked through his hair. The thief could barely understand the incomprehensible muttering escaping his lips. “Lord have mercy, what have I done – all those hours of practice trying to gain the courage to confess, and I am met with this? This is bollocks, utter bollocks.”
Kaito had never heard such an outburst of emotions and mumbling from Hakuba, that it calmed his nerves slightly with the realization that maybe the detective wasn’t such an expressionless stick in the mud after all. However he could not find it in himself to have a shred of sympathy at the accidental confusion of identity knowing their lips had crossed paths.
“We are never talking about this again, did not happen,” Kaito told him sternly in denial, wanting nothing more then to get as much distance as he could and brush his teeth until they were raw. Glancing down at his clock, he realized he still had 15 minutes until the heist had started – he definitely deserved finding Pandora today for his troubles.
Hakuba did not waste a second as he agreed wholeheartedly. “I would rather not be associated with this either. Seems like we agree on something for once,” almost as though he could read Kaito’s mind, he turned around to stroll down the hallway faster then the thief had seen him move before.
Kaito watched him go, and with a last-minute hesitation, he called out: “Good luck.”
He might not like the bastard much, but everyone deserved luck when it came to the matter of the heart. In that regard, they were all the same. Even annoying detectives.
Prompt: Hakuba legitimately surprises Kaito, forcing Kaito to re-evaluate the detective.
Wordcount: 1394
Published: 14.01.2018
Rating: T+ for some swear words
Title: Soap
A/N: Probably not what the prompter was looking for, however I hope you like it nonetheless.
…
Kaito was being watched through the crowd, he was certain of it. The intense burning gaze sent a shiver down his spine in foreboding. He tried to keep his head down and be as inconspicuous as he could while slithering through the masses of people. He got an elbow to his sides for his efforts, however he ignored the slight sting of pain as he made a headway to one of the hallways leading to a back room.
There was always a possibility of his disguise being discovered at any moments, and so he always had backup plans up his sleeve. Suddenly, there was an arm grasping his forearm, and Kaito stiffened as he struggled against the impulse of running away. However he did not want to rise more suspicion. Forcing a smile, he turned to face the perpetrator.
“Masumi,” Hakuba’s gaze almost intensified as he peered into Kaito’s face. The detective looked his usual self, pristine groomed hair: not a single strand out of place, and his dress suit looked to be taken straight from the presser. Had it not been for a lack of a bowtie, Kaito imagined Hakuba was trying to be a James Bond look-alike.
“Hakuba-kun,” the thief forced himself to sound cheerful as he adopted the female detective’s voice. “I didn’t see you there.” He hoped Hakuba couldn’t see the drops of sweat forming at his temple in nervousness. It would surely ruin his immaculate make-up.
“It is a pleasure as always, Sera,” Kaito imagined he saw a fond smile on the detective, and he wondered quietly why he suddenly changed to referring the girl with her last name. “May I request your presence for a few moments. In private,” he added almost as an after thought as though his formal invitation was rude.
Kaito had to resist the intense urge of rolling his eyes in exasperation. They had known each other for quite a while now, however Hakuba had not changed one bit. The stick holding him up must be glued with superglue.
“I don’t really have the time –“ he started to protest, having no desire of being alone with the detective. How he had figured out who Kaito was impersonating, he did not know, however he did not want to play on Hakuba’s terms.
“Please,” a hint of what Kaito would only describe as desperation laced the detective’s voice, “I implore you. Only for a moment.”
Any objections the thief had died on his lips at the odd show of emotions in Hakuba’s eyes. The grip on his arm suddenly spasmed, before the detective withdrew his hand as though burned. Suddenly, Kaito was filled with too much curiosity to decline the request. Before he knew it, he had nodded in agreement.
Hakuba’s shoulders loosened slightly in what Kaito believed to be relief, before the detective put his hand gently on the thief’s back as he guided him out of the crowd. Almost immediately, the humming of dozens of voices dimmed, and the temperature dropped a few grades as the space was no longer heated by a crowd.
They walked down the hallway for a long minute, every step tensing Kaito’s shoulders in foreboding as he put his hand in a pocket and palmed a smoke bomb in case he would have need of it at any moment. Hakuba was a silent companion, and no amount of peeking at him under his fake eyelashes gave him any inclination of the Brit’s intentions.
“There is something I would like to say,” Hakuba started as they came to a stop at the end of the corridor and turned to face Kaito. The detective suddenly seemed larger now as he almost crowded the thief to the wall from the intensity of his eyes and his lips pursed together in intent.
The thief scrutinized his expression for a second, feeling rather unnerved at the Brit’s odd behaviour. Usually he was quite loud and public whenever revealing Kaitou KID’s tricks. “I know what you are going to say,” he replied, trying not to sound aggravated at being caught. “And fine, you are right, you got me. What are you going to do about it?” his chin lifted ever so slightly in defiance.
Hakuba had frozen at the spot, his eyes widening in surprise at Kaito’s honesty – and a part of him felt smug at taking the win away from the Brit by not trying to hide his identity. He wished he could take a picture of the flabbergasted expression.
The detective collected himself a moment later as he inhaled slowly, too many emotions shimmering in his eyes for Kaito to comprehend. “I’m glad,” the tender voice came out with merely a soft whisper, and before the thief had time to react, a hand was gentle caressing the hair in his neck, followed by the soft pressure of lips against lips.
Kaito stiffened in surprise, eyes wide and wild as he stared at the detective’s closed eyelids. He felt a tongue swiping the bottom part of lips and he could feel the warmth even through the latex, before his tangled thoughts bursts into a disbelieved panic of Hakuba is kissing me.
The Brit must have felt the tremble of shock as he suddenly withdrew, but not far enough that his hand strayed from Kaito’s neck. Uncertainty flickered across his face as he spoke softly. “Is something wrong?”
The thief swallowed thickly, parting his lips a few times, however he could not stutter a single syllable in his shocked surprise. He could not even move a single muscle. His scandalized expression must have been clear as day, as Hakuba withdrew his hand as though burned and leaned back on the balls of his feet.
“I –“ his gaze flickered back and forward as shame started to settle in the curve of his mouth. “I apologize, I presumed you knew of my affections and read my intentions before –“
Kaito balked to the wall behind him, wanting to gain as much space between them as he could. “Goddamnit, detective, you don’t go around just kissing people villy nilly without any warning,” he started to wipe his lips rather harshly in desperation of getting rid of any incriminating evidence – not even bothering to mask his voice.
This time, it was Hakuba that recoiled in horror as he seemed to finally get the memo, and his eyes widened wildly. “Kuroba –?” even in his shock, he fished out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth – and Kaito could swear he saw him gag into the cloth.
“The hell is wrong with you,” Kaito groused out in outrage, “now I feel dirty –“
The Brit did not react to the accusation, instead his eyes had turned a little glassy as a shivering hand raked through his hair. The thief could barely understand the incomprehensible muttering escaping his lips. “Lord have mercy, what have I done – all those hours of practice trying to gain the courage to confess, and I am met with this? This is bollocks, utter bollocks.”
Kaito had never heard such an outburst of emotions and mumbling from Hakuba, that it calmed his nerves slightly with the realization that maybe the detective wasn’t such an expressionless stick in the mud after all. However he could not find it in himself to have a shred of sympathy at the accidental confusion of identity knowing their lips had crossed paths.
“We are never talking about this again, did not happen,” Kaito told him sternly in denial, wanting nothing more then to get as much distance as he could and brush his teeth until they were raw. Glancing down at his clock, he realized he still had 15 minutes until the heist had started – he definitely deserved finding Pandora today for his troubles.
Hakuba did not waste a second as he agreed wholeheartedly. “I would rather not be associated with this either. Seems like we agree on something for once,” almost as though he could read Kaito’s mind, he turned around to stroll down the hallway faster then the thief had seen him move before.
Kaito watched him go, and with a last-minute hesitation, he called out: “Good luck.”
He might not like the bastard much, but everyone deserved luck when it came to the matter of the heart. In that regard, they were all the same. Even annoying detectives.