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He knew something was up when his small messenger kept tugging on his clothing. Something or someone must’ve caught Kyuune’s eyes, and Heart was quick to catch on.
The thief glanced cautiously until the fox barked. He was met with someone who looked unnervingly familiar... Who was it again?
“Uh, hey man!”
Calls the approaching thief, holding Kyuune out.
“My pal ‘ere seems ta like ya a lot. Can ya do me a favour?”
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His alarm was going off, each shrill beep like hot nails in his head.
Groaning, he fumbled blindly for the switch, each second dragging on like it’s own eternity. Finally, he found it, and blessed silence followed.
Getting up, he stretched aching muscles (had he overdone it at the heist last night, perhaps?) and walked into the kitchen, careful not to disturb his sleeping roommate.
A few minutes later, he’d made himself toast- he could go without coffee, he wasn’t dependant on it like some people he knew.
The cough he’d hoped was gone started up again- he muffled it against the palm of his hand, shoulders shaking silently. He only got halfway through his slice of toast before his stomach flipped uncomfortably, and his breakfast suddenly looked about as appetizing as mud.
...He could finish that later, anyways. Pulling on a dark-coloured windbreaker, he slipped out the door quietly.
The early-morning run was a ritual of his. He enjoyed the quiet atmosphere just before dawn, streets devoid of cars or people, air cool and fresh.
The cough was back, more than just a scratching in his throat this time. The fit went much longer than usual, until he was practically gasping for breath, dark spots dancing in front of his vision.
...Maybe I should skip the run after all.
The climb up the stairs to their apartment- usually so easy for him- seemed an ordeal. He was so dizzy, he missed steps a couple times, having to grab tightly to the railing to avoid falling.
When he finally reached the top, it took him several tries to get his key into the lock, hands suddenly shaking violently. The thing always sticks, anyways. He should really have a look at it someday.
Fighting with the handle, the door finally gave, swinging open-
-and taking him with it. He’d been leaning against it, with almost all his weight.
With a crash, he hit the floor- the impact knocking all the air out of him.
He had a fleeting feeling of bliss- rushing adrenaline, perhaps- before the darkness took him completely.
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Hattori panted softly, cursing under his breath. He’d only been to his new collage for a week now, and he was already running late. His bag bounced against his side, the hard textbooks most likely going to leave a bruise, but he couldn’t afford to slow down now. He had forgotten to set his alarm, and he was paying the price for it. He’d stayed up late going over his books, on one of the relics he was looking too find.
And had slept in.
He cursed louder as he tried to push himself to run a bit faster. He was pretty in shape - thanks to Kendo - and was rather muscular. Even still, running from one side of campus to the other would take it’s toll on anyone. His breath was coming out in harsh pants as he raced against the inevitable second bell. He’d heard the first, and knew the second wasn’t far behind. Who would of thought on his late day, his early morning period free, would be the day he was late.
He could see the entrance in sight, a side door he’d learned that would lead him directly into the classroom. He could taste his goal on the tip of his tongue and pushed himself harder. In doing so he didn’t notice the other, heading in the opposite direction. Just before his destination, he collided with another human, sending him forward - the other in tow - where he landed on the person he’d run into. He winced a little and rubbed his side, which had gotten an elbow in it.
Just who hadn’t been paying attention?
“Oi, watch where yere goin’, if ya see a guy runnin’ stay clear, ahou.” Hattori spoke, looking down at the man under him, pushing himself up so he wasn’t laying on him anymore.
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“Keh...this sucks.” It’s entirely unfair. The skies are clear, the sun bright and warm, and there’s even a rare jewelry exhibition in town today- and here he is waylaid by the friggin’ common cold, of all things. Enough so that it’s best to rest inside, but he’s still alert enough to be completely and thoroughly bored.
Shinichi’s gone to buy groceries- with both of them too busy working this past week, their cupboards were suddenly looking frightfully bare.
He muffles another sneeze into a blanket, making a sound of annoyance and reaching for a tissue (he’s already formed a neat pile of them in the trash).
Wonder if we have anything in the apartment for this...
Throwing the blanket off himself, he goes ambling into the bathroom, searching the cabinets. “C’mon...don’t we have anything...? At least some decongestant...” He returns to the bedroom, moping. Should send him a message to pick some up at the store...
For a moment his eyes fall upon the bedside drawer. Come to think of it...maybe Shinichi might keep some in here... Pulling it open, he rummages through the contents, mouth quirking into a smile at the sight of a thick treasury of Sherlock Holmes stories. Finally, he comes across something that looks promising. Stashed away in the very back was a small blue medicine bottle with a yellow cap- the trademark design of a famous brand of cold medicine. The label’s gone, but there’s no mistaking it.
Pulling off the cap reveals very little inside, just 5 tiny capsules. Shaking one out into his hand, he goes to grab a glass of water. Strange...were these always this shape...? He doesn’t think much more of it, though, taking one and returning the bottle to where he found it, pulling back the blanket, and after a short moment of deliberation, picking up Shinichi’s book and beginning to read.
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“You’re not doing a particularly good job of convincing me, Shinichi. You slept through your alarm, which you never do, you’re lacking co-ordination, you’re white as a sheet-- do you need to me to make a list?” Remind him who’s supposed to be the detective in this apartment? Apparently he’s doing the deducing this morning. Eyes narrowing, he slides up behind them, one hand gently brushing bangs aside to press against their forehead.
He hisses, swearing slightly under his breath. “Good god, Shinichi, you’re burning.” He kneels down beside them, pulling their arm around his shoulder to help them up. “Go back to bed. I’ll call and take care of things, okay?” There’s something dangerous in his expression- something indicating he’ll take absolutely no argument on the matter.
🤗 — Shinichi knew that the sudden act of intimate contact was pretty much out of character for him, but Kaito's reassuring warmth was worth the mild embarassment he could feel heating his cheeks red. It had been a long night and he just..
“...Long night?” He knew Shinichi wasn’t really the hugging sort- usually Kaito was the one offering comfort- so it was probably worth not passing up such a rare event. Returning the gesture, he pulled them into a tight hug, face quirking into a smile at the others embarrassment. “You look tired,” he remarked, his voice a low comforting hum in their ear. “Should I make some coffee? Or do you just want to crash on the couch for a while?”
"I can't believe we stole a car." He muttered, diespleased. With his hands over the steering wheel and one foot stepping over the gas peddal /hard/ he made an abrupt turn;, the car's break making a shrill sound. "Correction. I can't believe I let you steal with me on watch, not doing whatsoever about it and actually driving said car. I know we're partners and all, but do you really have to pick up a sports car and short circuit the starter rather than using one of the police cars available?"
“It wasn’t my first choice either, Meitantei!” He yells over the screeching of the tires. Actually, it was. “But by the time it takes us to double back and get a cruiser, she might already be dead!” He taps his fingers impatiently on the arm of the seat. “We can make good on this later. Right now we’ve got to get there, now!”
They’d been hired by a young woman to investigate a case of anonymous stalking- threatening letters, vandalism- culminating in attempted murder when who was presumed to be the suspect had pushed her down the stairs at the train station and fled.
If it hadn’t been for a few choice details, they wouldn’t have realized that the suspect was planning to break into her apartment this very night…
“According to the info she gave us, she doesn’t return home until eight. That’s five minutes from now- if we can catch her before she returns, we can prevent this whole thing!”
" Don't get up. I'm comfortable like this.. " Shinichi mumbled with a drowsy voice, head pillowed over Kaito's lap as they watched whatever it is that the magician has picked.
“I’m not going anywhere, jeez...”
He’d turned the TV to some old animated show about bear dogs in Akita-ken. It was more for background noise than anything in the tiny apartment while he lounged on the couch with Shinichi, but this wasn’t so bad at all. It reminded him a bit of simpler times, before he’d become all wrapped up in this phantom thief business. Just because he was no longer a child didn’t mean he couldn’t take pleasure in such simple things.
