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Hakuba stopped in front Alize and Dyme's apartment, with the magic broom of Elphaba on his hands. It was a good thing that the broom was started to be used to him because it wasn't easy to ride. Hakuba couldn't understand how Akako liked that type of objects too. It would be a witch's things, he thought and shrugged, ringing the bell.
Hakuba was sitting in his room all by himself, the sun was shining trough the large windows right at his open book. He looked at his clock, it was nearly the time.
He didn't had a good opponent since he left London, and his father was always working, so when Maxwell told him about how good he was at chess Hakuba couldn't resist it.
Let's see what the secret
[In the cell]
It had been 4 days, 17 hours, 37 minutes and 23 seconds since he had been invited to the Fire Nation. The distance between walls were less than 5.5 meters, and there were 157 bricks on the wall, 12 of them broken. Saguru Hakuba counted them. Not just because he was really bored, but because he liked to count things to keep his mind busy.
He had tried to practice some fencing too, it was not the same without a real opponent, or a real sword- but he could practice the steps, and it kept him from freezing.
They called that cells Coolers. It was an adequate name.
The coldness of the cell permeated the blond to the bone, while he wait, listening, hoping against hope that Akako wasn't going to try anything drastic. Hakuba knew that to survive, he had to adapt- to keep cool, learn to give and take pain as it comes. Sometimes he got scared, too. In fact, he was scared often, more for the other than himself, but he couldn''t show it - in a place like this, if you admit weakness, you're a dead man. It's as simple as that, as sure as a wounded fish is a meal for hungry sharks. Mercy doesn't exist. Second chances are about as rare.
So, here, in the coldness dark, he waited.
[On the palace]
Akako was not a happy witch. Between having her boyfriend kidnapped (no matter how many times the princess insisted it was an arrest, she'd never believe her) and being bested by the mousy girl (it had taken all night to heal the bruises!) she was in a horrid mood. All she wanted to do was rescue Hakuba, take him home with her, and go to sleep... preferably with him lying next to her, but eh. Minor details!
Akako approached the prison again, a bit more weary this time, and kept her eyes open for Ty Lee. She wouldn't be taken off guard and beaten up like that again.
The bruises really did hurt.
It had been 4 days, 17 hours, 37 minutes and 23 seconds since he had been invited to the Fire Nation. The distance between walls were less than 5.5 meters, and there were 157 bricks on the wall, 12 of them broken. Saguru Hakuba counted them. Not just because he was really bored, but because he liked to count things to keep his mind busy.
He had tried to practice some fencing too, it was not the same without a real opponent, or a real sword- but he could practice the steps, and it kept him from freezing.
They called that cells Coolers. It was an adequate name.
The coldness of the cell permeated the blond to the bone, while he wait, listening, hoping against hope that Akako wasn't going to try anything drastic. Hakuba knew that to survive, he had to adapt- to keep cool, learn to give and take pain as it comes. Sometimes he got scared, too. In fact, he was scared often, more for the other than himself, but he couldn''t show it - in a place like this, if you admit weakness, you're a dead man. It's as simple as that, as sure as a wounded fish is a meal for hungry sharks. Mercy doesn't exist. Second chances are about as rare.
So, here, in the coldness dark, he waited.
[On the palace]
Akako was not a happy witch. Between having her boyfriend kidnapped (no matter how many times the princess insisted it was an arrest, she'd never believe her) and being bested by the mousy girl (it had taken all night to heal the bruises!) she was in a horrid mood. All she wanted to do was rescue Hakuba, take him home with her, and go to sleep... preferably with him lying next to her, but eh. Minor details!
Akako approached the prison again, a bit more weary this time, and kept her eyes open for Ty Lee. She wouldn't be taken off guard and beaten up like that again.
The bruises really did hurt.
Human were so strange, Watson thought, they make a big deal of everything, especially emotions. Animals were easier. You meet your partner, you stay with him, and you breed with him. Humans, though, were odd and keep going on circles. Literally sometimes.
His master was walking from one side of the living room to the other, visibly nervous and wanting for something. Watson moved her head and looked at him upside down. That was unusual, he was never that nervous, or producing that much pheromones.His master stopped at his track when the bell rang, and looked at the door like with a glint on his eye, like they were heaven's gates.
"Wish me luck." he murmured to Watson a few seconds before than went to the door to opening. From his perch on the top of the stair, she saw the red head girl his master was always after.
Maybe human weren't so odd after all.
His master was walking from one side of the living room to the other, visibly nervous and wanting for something. Watson moved her head and looked at him upside down. That was unusual, he was never that nervous, or producing that much pheromones.His master stopped at his track when the bell rang, and looked at the door like with a glint on his eye, like they were heaven's gates.
"Wish me luck." he murmured to Watson a few seconds before than went to the door to opening. From his perch on the top of the stair, she saw the red head girl his master was always after.
Maybe human weren't so odd after all.
(It takes place just after this)
After the crowned city of Junon, the calm atmosphere of Ekoda's afternoon was something welcome. There was no one on the street to notice their arrival.
Hakuba wasn't quite sure how this meeting was going to be played. It was a sensation he should be used to, the uncertainty. He was never certain when it came to the Phantom Thief. But he usually didn't leave butterflies wiggling in the pit of his belly like today.
The detective had very little qualms about admitting that he was a bit of a control freak. But sometimes you had to give up some control to gain control. He wanted to know more about the other man, so he was able to tell him about himself too. After all, Tyki already knew that he was trying to defeat a secret organization, what he didn't know yet is how far the (K)id and he were going to reach that goal.
Tyki was still holding him close, Hakuba tuned his head to him to see a pair of golden eyes staring at his own from scant millimeters away.
“My house is that way.” He murmured. “If you don’t mind to walk a bit...”*
After the crowned city of Junon, the calm atmosphere of Ekoda's afternoon was something welcome. There was no one on the street to notice their arrival.
Hakuba wasn't quite sure how this meeting was going to be played. It was a sensation he should be used to, the uncertainty. He was never certain when it came to the Phantom Thief. But he usually didn't leave butterflies wiggling in the pit of his belly like today.
The detective had very little qualms about admitting that he was a bit of a control freak. But sometimes you had to give up some control to gain control. He wanted to know more about the other man, so he was able to tell him about himself too. After all, Tyki already knew that he was trying to defeat a secret organization, what he didn't know yet is how far the (K)id and he were going to reach that goal.
Tyki was still holding him close, Hakuba tuned his head to him to see a pair of golden eyes staring at his own from scant millimeters away.
“My house is that way.” He murmured. “If you don’t mind to walk a bit...”*
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Closing the door, Hakuba leaned against the wall and waited for a moment. He could hear Kaito-kun and Akako-chan running around the house playing another game. At least Aoko wasn’t with Watson, he nearly died when he saw the poor pet with a pink bow on her neck.
Since no one was there to see, he allowed a worried expression to creep onto his face. He had hoped that Akako wasn’t very angry at him for leaving her alone with the kids while he went to find Maxwell. Hakuba brought her flowers, but he doubted that if it was going to do any good. Hakuba looked at the flowers on his left hand, he didn’t know his favorite flowers, so he bought her azaleas. Next, he looked at the black cat on his right hand.
“Welcome home.”
(OOC: In the language of flowers, Azaleas mean love, romance, first love, fragile passion, temperance, and it is also the Chinese symbol of womanhood :3)
Since no one was there to see, he allowed a worried expression to creep onto his face. He had hoped that Akako wasn’t very angry at him for leaving her alone with the kids while he went to find Maxwell. Hakuba brought her flowers, but he doubted that if it was going to do any good. Hakuba looked at the flowers on his left hand, he didn’t know his favorite flowers, so he bought her azaleas. Next, he looked at the black cat on his right hand.
“Welcome home.”
(OOC: In the language of flowers, Azaleas mean love, romance, first love, fragile passion, temperance, and it is also the Chinese symbol of womanhood :3)
Hakuba wasn't quite sure how this game was going to be played. He wasn’t even sure about Kuroba coming to his house to talk about the lates days. It was a sensation he should be used to, the uncertainty but....no.
Sort of like a heist, but without the calling card to warn him in advance. It seemed like a great deal of his time was spent waiting for Kuroba-Kid, really. Waiting for a heist notice of the Phantom Thief, waiting for the day of the heist, waiting for his appearance. Waiting for another prank of Kuroba, another smart reply, another trick..
Hakuba was currently curled up on a couch in the upstairs reading room, staring at the book in his hands but no reading it, debating on if he should call Kuroba to be sure that he was going to come or not. Hakuba waited, giving up all pretence of reading the book.
He had very little qualms about admitting that he was a bit of a control freak. But sometimes you had to give up some control to gain control. Damn, he hate not to know.
Sort of like a heist, but without the calling card to warn him in advance. It seemed like a great deal of his time was spent waiting for Kuroba-Kid, really. Waiting for a heist notice of the Phantom Thief, waiting for the day of the heist, waiting for his appearance. Waiting for another prank of Kuroba, another smart reply, another trick..
Hakuba was currently curled up on a couch in the upstairs reading room, staring at the book in his hands but no reading it, debating on if he should call Kuroba to be sure that he was going to come or not. Hakuba waited, giving up all pretence of reading the book.
He had very little qualms about admitting that he was a bit of a control freak. But sometimes you had to give up some control to gain control. Damn, he hate not to know.
