“Kuroba-san it’s summer, we can’t build a snowman in summer.”
“It’s winter somewhere. And there’s always snow in the mountains.”
He continues singing.
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Hakuba was starting to wonder if this was a good idea. In fact, it was starting to look like a terrible idea, he could already feel his headache worsening, but he also knew that if anything happened, he really shouldn’t be alone. If only Aoko was around…
Hakuba rubbed the bridge of his nose, took a deep breath, sounded to ten and then headed in the direction of the door. He wasn’t answering Kuroba, at least not right away. He knew anything he said now would be rude and probably loose him his escort. Not that Kuroba wasn’t being annoying as hell currently, but you had to make do with what you were given.
“I will most likely rest for a little bit, would you mind telling the teacher I may miss first period?” He was hoping he wouldn’t be gone too long, but he also hadn’t had much sleep last night, so there was a good possibility he would fall asleep.
“Sure.”
The magician followed after Hakuba, reaching into his breast pocket and pulling out a card, which he tossed at the front of the room. It flew on a curve, spinning, but ended up landing right on the teacher’s desk.
“There! Now c’mon.”
Though Kaito had been the one to ask Hakuba to lead the way, he lightly went around the other, getting a few steps ahead.
*heavily debates* … ✯
Hakuba’s gloved knuckles wrapped against the door. It made a hallow knocking sound, at least to his own ears. It hadn’t been that loud either, he was hesitant, standing there with his fist hovering inches from the door for what felt like hours, but had probably only been minuets. His mother had come to town to visit, and he’d been happy about that, he missed his mother.
What he didn’t miss was the fighting.
He let his hand fall to his side, his other rising to ball into a fist in his suit sleeve. When his mother came to Japan, which wasn’t very often, or his father came to London – which was even less – his parents tried not to fight in front of him. They know how it made him feel. He knew they were never going to get back together, and he never acted otherwise, he never tried to make them love each other again.
That didn’t make it hurt any less.
The yelling had gotten loud, so loud he could hear it in his bedroom, his safe place; the place where nothing was supposed to touch him. He’d tried going for a walk in the garden, but the sound of doors slamming and shouts had drawn him away from the house, and towards the house of his classmate.
Normally when he got anxious like this, his mysophobia would get worse and he’d spend a few hours washing his hands, and then a few more in the shower. But for some reason today was the opposite. Instead of wanting to hide from the world, from everything; he wanted to be touched. He wanted to be held, for someone to hold his shaking body as he cried. He wanted to be weak, just for a few moments.
He was pulled from his thoughts as the door before him opened. He took a step back, a little bit surprised, and he could already feel his shoulder starting to shake, the tears welling up in his eyes. He let his head fall forward, the deerstalker casting a shadow over his face as he waited for the other to speak.
Hakuba didn’t look up when the door was opened. He kept his hat pulled down to shadow his face. He could already feel some tears starting to roll down his cheek and he instinctively reached up a hand to wipe the tears away, but he paused when bare skin meet his cheek. He looked down at his hands in shock as he realized he’d left home without putting on his gloves.
He clenched his hand into a fist as it started to shake. He looked up, only to notice that Kaito had stepped aside, and he quietly stepped in past the threshold. He looked back down once he was inside and he slipped his shoes off, setting them to the side, making sure they were straight and out of the way. This was harder to do with his feet, but he couldn’t reach down and adjust them by hand.
He couldn’t muster up the strength to laugh at the others jab, it would have probably come out as a sob anyways. He didn’t want the other to know that he was crying, or so close to just breaking down. The lack of gloves wasn’t helping him any either. How could he have been so stupid as to forget his gloves when he left the house? He could feel the urge to wash his hands – who knew what he had come into contact with on the way here – starting to rise, but he pushed it away.
He let out a shuddering breath, standing at the house entrance a little bit awkwardly. He didn’t know what to do now. He was here, he’d walked from his own house to Kuroba’s, and was now inside, but he just couldn’t get his head on straight. It wasn’t like he could just ask the other to touch him. This wasn’t England, where one went around hugging and cuddling acquaintances. Two men just didn’t sit on a couch and embrace each other.
He was starting to realize just how bad idea this was, and his composer was starting to crack. His helplessness, his inability to control the events unfolding before were wearing him down. His shoulders shook and finally a sound, a heartbreaking sob, escaped his tightly closed lips and his hands flew to his face to try and stop the stream of tears that were now running down his cheeks.
So much for familiar territory.
“O-Oi!”
Kaito stared at the detective, shock and concern clearly seen on his face as his arms reflexively rose up to try and do something. Only, he wasn’t sure what. Hakuba had never acted like this before…
After a moment of indecision, he sighed and put an arm on the detective’s back, kicking the door closed behind him as he led the other into the living room. He may not know exactly why Hakuba was here, but it was clear he would be staying a while. The magician wasn’t going to let him leave with him as he was.
“Ok, I know have said I wouldn’t ask, and I won’t if you don’t feel like telling me now… but I’ll definitely want an explanation at some point, got it?”
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Though the ice pack itself sounded like a nice idea, he would have to disinfect it before hand, and would rather go himself. Of course he wouldn’t want to go alone either, just in case something were to happen, but it wasn’t like he could ask the other for help. It would hurt his pride. Though his head was starting to sting more, and the pain became a constant throb.
Hakuba sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before slowly getting to his feet.
“You can help escort me to the nurses office.” He would probably be better off laying down on one of the beds while he put the ice on it. “I do not want to go alone, in case I somehow managed to give myself a concussion.
Kaito turned his eyes to the detective, and he couldn’t help but give a bit of a smile. Of course Hakuba wouldn’t ask for help. But it also seemed like he wasn’t as angry, at least.
”…Fine with me. Though, I’d think you’re faaaar too hard headed to get a concussion that easily.“
Okay, teasing the other might not be the best when trying to be helpful, but it might distract from the pain, somewhat…
The magician took a step back and swept his arm out to the side, taking a small bow and grinning at the other teen.
"After you, escortee-san~”
“Kuroba-san, you’re zippers undone.”
Whether it’s true or not, the magician just raises an eyebrow and doesn’t even make a move to check.
Hakuba raised an eyebrow at the miniature deerstalker, but also let out a soft chuckle. Leave it to Kuroba to come up with something like that. Hakuba in return, took out some paper and ripped it, rolling it into a small cylinder and then putting the ends together to form a ring. He then took a second piece of ripped paper and twisted all but the end, which he ripped into a triangle, and attached that to the ring and placed it on the doves eyes.
It was a small manacle.
Kaito looked at the paper bird for a moment before quickly making a top hat to go with the monocle. He didn’t even care what the detective might make of the action, but if he was going to turn his dove into the thief, he was going to have to do it right. It was set on the bird’s head with a smile, his moment of sadness quickly being forgotten in the mini paper folding competition.
[Send a symbol and my muse will show up in your’s house at 3AM…] ☤ – with a large, bleeding wound
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.”
“Kuroba-san, you’re zippers undone.”
Whether it’s true or not, the magician just raises an eyebrow and doesn’t even make a move to check.
Hakuba raised an eyebrow, but relaxed back into his chair, watching as he pulled out the paper and tore it. He then leaned in just a little bit to watch as he folded the paper. He crossed his arms, adjusting himself so he was a little bit more comfortable and watched him intently, eyes watching the way his fingers twisted and moved as he folded.
He could feel the tips of his ears go pink when he realized he wasn’t watching the paper, but Kaito.
The magician continued purposefully folding, twisting and turning the paper around as he did so. After about a minute, he smiled and displayed his creation on a finger.
It was a miniature deerstalker.
He carefully placed the hat on the paper horse, then leaned back and crossed his arms, looking quite proud of himself as he waited for the Hakuba’s response.
LAVENDER: Distrust, MIMOSA: Secret admirer, ROSE (ORANGE): Fascination, ROSE (RED): Love, SYCAMORE: Curiosity. [a basket of flowers from your favorite detective~]
“Oh? Now this is a surprise. Are you sure you should have feelings for a thief, tantei? ~”
He’s teasing, but he really is happy to be getting the flowers from the teen. Well, aside from the lavender, but he isn’t surprised by it.
“Red can also mean passion, and I passionately don’t trust you.” This was not the truth, and his blush probably gave that away, but well, what could he do?
“Oh yes, I’m suuuure that’s what you meant, tantei.”
“Kuroba-san, you’re zippers undone.”
Whether it’s true or not, the magician just raises an eyebrow and doesn’t even make a move to check.
After that he folded the top top half of the diamond in half, and then un folded it again. He picked up the paper and and unfolded the top half of the diamond, so it was almost like a triangle, he ten pushed it back, until the bottom half folded in on itself, creating a neck-like shape coming out of the bottom half of the diamond.
He then folded that in half, creating a head, and then folded the point into the fold of the neck to create a mouth. It now looked a lot like a swan-type folded figure, so he took what would be the wing flap and unfolded it out as far as it would go and repeated on the other side. He then took the back half and folded it forward, before unfolding it again.
Like with the head, he opened it up and folded it backwards, until it created the back legs. He then folded over the now-folded wing flaps, that had created the start of the front legs, on both sides. Finally he folded the neck inwards a bit, to make it smaller, on both sides, and then folded the bottom of the legs, to create flat hooves. He looked over the horse he had made and nodded to himself.
He took out a pen and drew a pair of eyes and doodled in dome main hair before handing the finished white stallion to Kuroba.
“Only fair, since I received a dove from KID; you shall receive a white horse from me.”
Kaito rolled his eyes at the Kid comment, but accepted the folded horse anyway, turning it over in his hands. A smirk appeared and he stood it up on the table, holding up a finger to ask Hakuba to wait. Then, he leaned over and started shuffling through his bag, looking for a piece of paper that he could use. When he found one, the teen folded and tore off part of it to make a smaller square before starting to fold.
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Hakuba’s fingers went to his head once more. It had been a rather hard fall, and the pain wasn’t easing up any, in fact it was getting worse. He winced once again as fingers touched the bump, it was sore and tender, but there was no blood. He also wasn’t feeling nauseous or light headed, just in pain.
“It was a long night.” Hakuba’s response was a bit sharp. “And yes, it hurts.”
Guilt started to rise in his stomach and he flinched slightly at the admittance to being in pain. He may not have been the cause of the detective’s injury, but he was feeling bad for laughing now…
The magician awkwardly shuffled his feet, still not yet looking at the other.
“I… could go get an ice pack, if you want. I know the nurse’s office has some…”
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