Kid 05 - falling in love is searching for missing pieces of ourselves [Text]

[last_was_hope]

Detective,

It is about time we met face to face in this strange new world, do you not agree?

I shall be waiting for you in the green room. Come find me if you believe you are capable of such.

-Kaitou Kid

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[callim_causa]

{Saguru could appreciate a touch of irony in a situation, as he carefully dressed in one of his two remaining outfits. He settled the openwork mask over his face, and pushed the doors of the dressing room open. For once, they opened into the room he was looking for. He glanced around, looking for a tell-tale flash of white silk, before realizing that he had no idea what the thief was wearing.}

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[last_was_hope]

[It was almost a pity, Kid thought as he watched the detective enter the room from a shadowy dead end nearly directly across from the entrance, that the animus hadn't supplied him with a mock sherlock holmes suit, or at the very least something in tweed.

He was dressed in his most casual outfit and a simple black mask with almond shaped eye openings that had struck him as strangely appealing when he'd found them in the locker room. He carefully pitched his voice to echo around the room, intonation a bit lower and smoother than Kaito's own.]

I must say this about you, detective, you certainly are prompt.

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[callim_causa]

{At the sound of KID's voice, Hakuba stiffened. There were few things in the world that could provoke such an instintanous response from the detective, causing him to switch directly from calm to predatory without his usual smooth transitionary phases. He forced his features into a studied mask of cool distain in order to cover the near-feral grin he could feel lurking around the corners of his expression. This was a hunt, and KID the Phantom Theif was the prey.}

I do try, Kaitou KID-san.

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[last_was_hope]

Hm, yes, though a bit too hard at times, I fear.

[Kid stepped out from the shadows now, head tilted to one side like a curious magpie, only the sharp sliver of a smile visible beneath the mask. Even with his feet firmly on the ground, his body vibrates like that of a hummingbird, steps as light as if he were simply floating across the ground, rather than walking.]

Too often you treat this like a collesium death match, thumbs up says the crowd and off with his head says the Queen of Hearts. But this isn't Rome, and it isn't Wonderland.

[He takes one more measured step and seems to blink out of sight, and then his voice pipes up again, behind Hakuba.]

It is only a game, my dear detective. And you are only one white knight on a board of many.

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[callim_causa]

{He doesn't blink, doesn't flinch. This is a game of intimidation, a contest of control, and he is not going to lose to the thief.}

A game to the players, perhaps. However, allow me to assure you that to the pieces, it is deadly serious.

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[last_was_hope]

[Breath, ghosting across the back of Hakuba's neck, gone as quickly as it appeared.]

Then perhaps you should look into becoming something more than a chess piece detective. I would have thought you had more ambition than that.

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[callim_causa]

{Now he shivers, a reflexive reaction to the unexpected contact.

He hates these confrontations, the way that they always (even more than his conversations with Kuroba) remind him how impulsive he is, how difficult it is to keep his temper under control, how much he hates his own personality. KID reminds Saguru of his father, and though the thief's comments are more pitying than mocking, their searing harshness is the same.}

I prefer to stay connected with the cases involving me, rather than stand apart from them like a puppet master.

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[last_was_hope]

[A lilting, whimsical laugh, seeming to come from above Hakuba's head.] Rather than following the rules, perhaps you should play Calvinball instead.

[An almost mournful tone now, as Kid steps obligingly out of the shadows to stand before Hakuba, still as a statue.]

When you limit yourself to a prescribed movement you become easier to predict. To trap.

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[callim_causa]

{Hakuba replies calmly, no change of position or expression. It's an extreme act of control.}

At such a point in time as I become the hunted rather than the hunter, I will take your advice to heart.

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[last_was_hope]

[A gracious bow, an enigmatic smile.] That is all I ask.

I would hate to see any of my detectives caught in the crossfire.

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[callim_causa]

I trust that your concern over my well-being in a situation which will in all likelihood not occur here in Adstringendum is not the only reason you called me out tonight.

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[last_was_hope]

One can never be entirely sure what might happen until it has happened, detective.

But perhaps the real question here should be - what is it that you want from this meeting? Why did you come? You cannot arrest me here. There is no justice to which you can hold me evidence to.

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[callim_causa]

It would be rather boorish of me to refuse a meeting so politely requested.

{And his smile is more teeth than anything else, predatory and harsh.}

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[last_was_hope]

[A matching smile of teeth, though the level of predatory is entirely different, almost mocking.]

Perhaps I simply wished to see your handsome face.

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[callim_causa]

I'm flattered, Kaitou KID-san.

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[last_was_hope]

I'm sure you are, detective.

[A heavy pause.]

I'll be honest. I have a question for you. Or, rather, I wish to turn around a question - the question - that you asked me at the beginning. The very beginning.

Do you remember what you asked, detective?