Wait… when did I… get here?
The thief blinked as he stared at the horse insignia on the door in front of him. A torn and tattered cape blew around weakly in the wind, and his suit was looking a bit worse for the wear itself, with much of the right half dyed scarlet. He twisted his body to look back the way he came from, wincing as his arm sent out a wave of pain. Glider, falling, hurt…. nothing much was coming to mind about the specifics or what had happened afterward, but he knew he was currently standing in front of Hakuba’s house with a bleeding and, very likely, broken arm.
Kid slowly faced the door again and almost considered just going off to find a pay phone to call Jii. But the feeling of something warm trailing down his arm told him that, the sooner he could get help, the better.
Sighing, he knocked firmly on the door with his left hand, hoping that the detective wouldn’t be too angry at getting a late night visitor….
Hakuba had just finished having a shower. He’d had a long day at his lab – he’d even missed the heist itself, but since Spider didn’t seem to be around, he figured it was fine. He was currently enjoying the house all to himself, curled up on the edge of the couch, clad in only a bath robe, a cup of tea and his favorite author; Arthur Conan Doyle. He was comfortable and settled in for the night.
He was just getting to one of his favorite parts when the soft knocking reached his ears. He frowned and placed his book down, listening in the house that was quiet enough for him not to be mistaken; someone was at the door.
Hakuba let out an irritated sigh and got to his feet. He looked longingly at his book and tea, wondering if maybe he should just ignore it, pretend he was asleep. But the fact it could be his father, or his mother – she liked to show up out of the blue and didn’t have a spare key – made him make his way towards the door, pulling his bath robe closer around himself.
He paused at the door before reaching up to the lock and unlocking it, before turning the doorknob and opening the door. He was ready to hear an explanation from his father – maybe he’d lost the key or forgot it at work – or his mother to rush forward in an attempt to embrace him. So when he looked out and saw Kaito KID standing on his doorstep, Hakuba was understandably shocked.
And more then a little irritated.
“What in the world are you doing here? Come to turn yourself i-” His eyes had been wandering over the thief as he spoke, but his breath caught in his throat when he noticed the blood soaked sleeves. “You’re bleeding…”
Hakuba stared at the blood soaked arm for a few minuets, his mind honestly trying to figure out ways that KID could have gotten hurt. He knew that Spider hadn’t been out that night, he’d spent half of it at one of his shows. When he realized that he was just leaving the bleeding teen on the doorstep he took a step back and turned around to look for something to keep the blood from getting everywhere.
“Come inside, stand over there, there’s an empty bowl and some paper towels, you can use that; please try to keep the blood from getting anywhere. I’ll go get the first aid kit.” He knew that KID wouldn’t be going to the hospital, so he’d have to get the first aid kit, and his surgical gloves.
Hakuba had stitched up his own wounds enough times he could have probably done it for a living.
He blinked when the door opened, reflexively wanting to raise a hand to shield his eyes from the sudden light. Probably wouldn’t be best right now, though…
A small smile came up, partially to try and lessen the detective’s worry, partially out of amusement at the other being concerned about getting the place dirty. Of course he would try and not cause Hakuba any problems, if the detective was willing to help. The thief was just glad for not having the door slammed in his face as soon as the other saw him…
“Thank you, tantei. And apologies for troubling you so late at night…”
Kid stepped past him, using his good hand to lightly hold the other arm close so as not to allow any blood to fall on the floor as he made his way to where the detective had indicated. The bowl he placed below his arm to hopefully catch anything that fell. The towels he left alone for now, instead carefully trying to get his jacket off.
“I hope I didn’t disturb your sleep.”
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