Fanfiction
Title: 30 sentances, Hakuba and Eight
Notes: Characters involved are an AU of Hakuba and Kaito
1. Evidence
"Found something," was breathed by his ear, the drape of warm limbs over his shoulders following. Saguru turned to look at Eight with a faint smile, tipping his head back a little so the thief could speak easier.
2. I'm here
"I'm here," he murmured softly, laying a hand on Eight's shoulder as he joined the circle, noticing the subtle signs of strain as the thief tried to deal with his obnoxious aunt. "Good evening, Auntie," he broke in, catching her attention instead of Eight.
3. Funeral
He'd never have a funeral. Saguru clung to Eight at this realisation, horribly, selfishly glad that he'd never have to attend one of those monochrome events for his bright thief.
4. Puppy love
It had been under fire by his relatives, by himself, by circumstances and 'moving on with time'. But it had never quite vanished and now, looking over at an exhausted man curled up in the passenger seat of his car, he was glad that first flash of puppy-love had stuck around.
5. Gloves
He wore driving gloves in England because his aunt insisted, latex gloves at a crime scene to avoid contamination, and the thick gauntlet for Watson because having your arm scored to shreds often offends.
6. Blackboard
The projector was broken, and, in a series of unfortunate incidents, the whiteboard markers had all dried up. Saguru watched the task force argue for a minute and 12 seconds, then sighed and went in search of a blackboard.
7. Muse
Eight had been the one to drag him out of his lonely facade and show him how to enjoy the little things, to not care quite so much about what others thought. To inspire him to look at things from different angles. He'd changed his life, though he doubted he realised it.
8. Magic
He'd insisted to himself that there must have been some kind of a trick, something scientific pulled that for whatever reason Eight wasn't telling him - perhaps he couldn't? But then he'd seen it himself, and how he dearly wished that this had not been the way he'd first been introduced to magic.
9. Clean
Coming back to his room the next evening and having Eight casually sprawl on the bed and mention that the sheets were clean was one of the more embarrassing moments of his life, considering the only other person who did the laundry was Baaya and now she most definitely knew what they'd been doing last night.
10. Secret
It hadn't been a secret. In fact, Eight had been about as blatant as an anvil dropping without actually saying anything. It had taken the thief stealing a gentle kiss, which stole his breath as well and made his heart do a funny little leap in his chest, before Saguru realised that perhaps the constant groping hadn't been a tease.
11. Superstition
If you spill the salt, throw a pinch over your shoulder. Don't put up an umbrella indoors. Don't whistle onstage. And always, always, look up. Especially with mischievous ex-thieves around, thought Saguru a little dazedly as said ex-thief sprawled atop him with a pleased grin.
12. Fantasy
Blue eyes darkened with lust, the curve of a wicked smile and barest-there pressure... Saguru woke with an aborted gasp, suddenly hard and all-too-aware of the warm presence under the covers behind him.
13. Test
Feeling daring, Saguru bit down sharply, the gasping moan not entirely unexpected and most certainly not entirely unwanted. He made a vague noise of contentment that his deduction had been correct, feeling smug as he tugged Eight down for another kiss.
14. Tease
Eight was doing this intentionally , Saguru was sure. The comments, the way he sprawled oh-so-casually, the popsicles -Saguru closed his eyes and inhaled to regain his calm, missing the way that Eight's eyes gained a predatory gleam.
15. Storm
If this was a novel, thought Saguru hazily, clutching at long brown hair as a whimper was torn from his throat, the most important events in my life would be punctuated with storms.
16. Strawberries
Strawberries, it seemed, were a prerequisite when visiting his aunt during summer. He'd never gone without taking some, preferably fresh-picked from a field (though she could never tell the difference if he up-ended Sainsbury's finest into a wicker basket), mostly because she was an unholy terror if he didn't. Struck with a sudden thought, Saguru glanced sideways at Eight, riding shotgun in his white mustang, and wondered for one horribly tempting moment if he should forgo the strawberries and pit the two against each other.
17. Weapon
The first time Eight had told him about how he used to be terrified of guns, Saguru, half-asleep, had murmured he hated the damn things, too. Eight had had to tell him again the next morning, when they were both less tipsy from sanity-saving-induced drinking.
18. Beach
Wind whipped through his hair, sending the normally neat locks into disarray as Saguru walked down the length of the beach. The weather was miserable, the company stifling, and he had been forced to suffer one to escape the other.
19. Lost
Scrubbing at his face with a towel, Saguru chanced a look up into the mirror, looking away quickly from hollow, tired eyes. He was gone for good and never returning, and Saguru was just too world-weary and heartbroken to dare to hope for any good news.
20. Cry
The task force were secretly relieved, when, two and a half tense weeks after the news had come, Saguru was absent for three days straight. He returned with red-rimmed eyes, but looking much better than he had been.
21. Aloof
Saguru was not a part of the discussions, and made no attempt to be. He was merely the observer, aloof and removed; watching as they attempted to piece together what had become of Kid.
22. Blood
It's pain and fire arching down his nerves and if it was anyone else Saguru would be screaming bloody murder. But it's Eight - Kaito - and he cries out softly instead, twisting against leather and rope, impossibly needy simply because it's him.
23. Tower block
Saguru had half been expecting a tower block when they'd been taken down to the local station to have their statements taken, and was vaguely surprised by the pretty red-bricked building, even as he smiled apologetically at Eight for getting them caught up in a murder case.
24. Taxi
Paying the taxi driver, Saguru walked away without his change. He fixed on a particular spot, crouching to touch the ground with light fingertips, deaf to the taxi drivers irritated call from behind him. This was where he'd - this was where everything had ended.
25. Search
A whisper on the wind, nothing more, barely even a rumour - but it was a starting point. And from there, the careful search for the thief he knew was still alive - because he had to be had to be - could begin.
26. Writer's choice - Blush
Eight leant against his legs, head propped up slightly on his thigh, the rest of him arranged in a loose sprawl over the rest of the sofa. Saguru turned a page in his book and prayed Eight wouldn't look up and see how his normally pale skin had gone a very pervasive shade of pink.
27. Writer's choice - Homicide
That was it. Saguru was taking Eight back to Japan as soon as he humanly could. One more night spent with another distant relative of his, calling him 'Sheridan', umming and ahhhing over his 'unusual' and 'interesting' friend, and he really was going to be putting serious consideration into the applications of homicide.
28. Writer's choice - Love
I love you. I really do. But he couldn't make himself say it. He knew Eight knew, or at the very least, had strong suspicions, so he shouldn't need to. But he wanted to say it and couldn't, and that hurt, just a little.
29. Writer's choice - Curry
Saguru had known it would be a bad idea to bring Eight to a curry house. The way the proprietors were staring at him as the thief went through the hottest curry they had without once reaching for his water was probably the main reason.
30. Writer's choice - Tea
This, however, had been an excellent idea. A rainy afternoon had practically screamed that they stop off in a cosy country shop where they served afternoon tea with warm buttered scones and jam, with proper tea. He completely missed Eight's crooked smile at his first blissful sip of good Earl Grey.
Notes: Characters involved are an AU of Hakuba and Kaito
1. Evidence
"Found something," was breathed by his ear, the drape of warm limbs over his shoulders following. Saguru turned to look at Eight with a faint smile, tipping his head back a little so the thief could speak easier.
2. I'm here
"I'm here," he murmured softly, laying a hand on Eight's shoulder as he joined the circle, noticing the subtle signs of strain as the thief tried to deal with his obnoxious aunt. "Good evening, Auntie," he broke in, catching her attention instead of Eight.
3. Funeral
He'd never have a funeral. Saguru clung to Eight at this realisation, horribly, selfishly glad that he'd never have to attend one of those monochrome events for his bright thief.
4. Puppy love
It had been under fire by his relatives, by himself, by circumstances and 'moving on with time'. But it had never quite vanished and now, looking over at an exhausted man curled up in the passenger seat of his car, he was glad that first flash of puppy-love had stuck around.
5. Gloves
He wore driving gloves in England because his aunt insisted, latex gloves at a crime scene to avoid contamination, and the thick gauntlet for Watson because having your arm scored to shreds often offends.
6. Blackboard
The projector was broken, and, in a series of unfortunate incidents, the whiteboard markers had all dried up. Saguru watched the task force argue for a minute and 12 seconds, then sighed and went in search of a blackboard.
7. Muse
Eight had been the one to drag him out of his lonely facade and show him how to enjoy the little things, to not care quite so much about what others thought. To inspire him to look at things from different angles. He'd changed his life, though he doubted he realised it.
8. Magic
He'd insisted to himself that there must have been some kind of a trick, something scientific pulled that for whatever reason Eight wasn't telling him - perhaps he couldn't? But then he'd seen it himself, and how he dearly wished that this had not been the way he'd first been introduced to magic.
9. Clean
Coming back to his room the next evening and having Eight casually sprawl on the bed and mention that the sheets were clean was one of the more embarrassing moments of his life, considering the only other person who did the laundry was Baaya and now she most definitely knew what they'd been doing last night.
10. Secret
It hadn't been a secret. In fact, Eight had been about as blatant as an anvil dropping without actually saying anything. It had taken the thief stealing a gentle kiss, which stole his breath as well and made his heart do a funny little leap in his chest, before Saguru realised that perhaps the constant groping hadn't been a tease.
11. Superstition
If you spill the salt, throw a pinch over your shoulder. Don't put up an umbrella indoors. Don't whistle onstage. And always, always, look up. Especially with mischievous ex-thieves around, thought Saguru a little dazedly as said ex-thief sprawled atop him with a pleased grin.
12. Fantasy
Blue eyes darkened with lust, the curve of a wicked smile and barest-there pressure... Saguru woke with an aborted gasp, suddenly hard and all-too-aware of the warm presence under the covers behind him.
13. Test
Feeling daring, Saguru bit down sharply, the gasping moan not entirely unexpected and most certainly not entirely unwanted. He made a vague noise of contentment that his deduction had been correct, feeling smug as he tugged Eight down for another kiss.
14. Tease
Eight was doing this intentionally , Saguru was sure. The comments, the way he sprawled oh-so-casually, the popsicles -Saguru closed his eyes and inhaled to regain his calm, missing the way that Eight's eyes gained a predatory gleam.
15. Storm
If this was a novel, thought Saguru hazily, clutching at long brown hair as a whimper was torn from his throat, the most important events in my life would be punctuated with storms.
16. Strawberries
Strawberries, it seemed, were a prerequisite when visiting his aunt during summer. He'd never gone without taking some, preferably fresh-picked from a field (though she could never tell the difference if he up-ended Sainsbury's finest into a wicker basket), mostly because she was an unholy terror if he didn't. Struck with a sudden thought, Saguru glanced sideways at Eight, riding shotgun in his white mustang, and wondered for one horribly tempting moment if he should forgo the strawberries and pit the two against each other.
17. Weapon
The first time Eight had told him about how he used to be terrified of guns, Saguru, half-asleep, had murmured he hated the damn things, too. Eight had had to tell him again the next morning, when they were both less tipsy from sanity-saving-induced drinking.
18. Beach
Wind whipped through his hair, sending the normally neat locks into disarray as Saguru walked down the length of the beach. The weather was miserable, the company stifling, and he had been forced to suffer one to escape the other.
19. Lost
Scrubbing at his face with a towel, Saguru chanced a look up into the mirror, looking away quickly from hollow, tired eyes. He was gone for good and never returning, and Saguru was just too world-weary and heartbroken to dare to hope for any good news.
20. Cry
The task force were secretly relieved, when, two and a half tense weeks after the news had come, Saguru was absent for three days straight. He returned with red-rimmed eyes, but looking much better than he had been.
21. Aloof
Saguru was not a part of the discussions, and made no attempt to be. He was merely the observer, aloof and removed; watching as they attempted to piece together what had become of Kid.
22. Blood
It's pain and fire arching down his nerves and if it was anyone else Saguru would be screaming bloody murder. But it's Eight - Kaito - and he cries out softly instead, twisting against leather and rope, impossibly needy simply because it's him.
23. Tower block
Saguru had half been expecting a tower block when they'd been taken down to the local station to have their statements taken, and was vaguely surprised by the pretty red-bricked building, even as he smiled apologetically at Eight for getting them caught up in a murder case.
24. Taxi
Paying the taxi driver, Saguru walked away without his change. He fixed on a particular spot, crouching to touch the ground with light fingertips, deaf to the taxi drivers irritated call from behind him. This was where he'd - this was where everything had ended.
25. Search
A whisper on the wind, nothing more, barely even a rumour - but it was a starting point. And from there, the careful search for the thief he knew was still alive - because he had to be had to be - could begin.
26. Writer's choice - Blush
Eight leant against his legs, head propped up slightly on his thigh, the rest of him arranged in a loose sprawl over the rest of the sofa. Saguru turned a page in his book and prayed Eight wouldn't look up and see how his normally pale skin had gone a very pervasive shade of pink.
27. Writer's choice - Homicide
That was it. Saguru was taking Eight back to Japan as soon as he humanly could. One more night spent with another distant relative of his, calling him 'Sheridan', umming and ahhhing over his 'unusual' and 'interesting' friend, and he really was going to be putting serious consideration into the applications of homicide.
28. Writer's choice - Love
I love you. I really do. But he couldn't make himself say it. He knew Eight knew, or at the very least, had strong suspicions, so he shouldn't need to. But he wanted to say it and couldn't, and that hurt, just a little.
29. Writer's choice - Curry
Saguru had known it would be a bad idea to bring Eight to a curry house. The way the proprietors were staring at him as the thief went through the hottest curry they had without once reaching for his water was probably the main reason.
30. Writer's choice - Tea
This, however, had been an excellent idea. A rainy afternoon had practically screamed that they stop off in a cosy country shop where they served afternoon tea with warm buttered scones and jam, with proper tea. He completely missed Eight's crooked smile at his first blissful sip of good Earl Grey.