lawlz. continuance oif the plotbunniez. as promised, chappy 9. enjoyz!
Hakuba stuttered slightly, then resumed his humming, quickly knocking his father from the picture with several selected notes. Then he stood and took Kaitou's chin gently. "Kaitou?"
Kaitou slowly slumped back, blinking up at Hakuba dizzily. Then he stared at the feathers - /wings/, brown speckled white ones - then slowly sat up and pulled off his shirt. Well, that explained why he had been so hot - a trail of white downy feathers ran from his chin, straight down his front and disappearing below the waist of his pants. He swallowed hard. "...Hakuba...do you have a book on mythical creatures?" He asked, voice shaking slightly. He had no idea what was going on, but he had a very frightening idea.
"Why are you asking. Dad here spent a minor fortune looking up stuff to try to get ME through /things/. of course. depends which one you want. can you walk?"
"I...I think so." Kaitou responded slowly, shakily rising to his feet. Only to lose his balance and topple forward, hitting the ground with a thud. He cringed - /please/ say it wasn't what he thought it was...Sitting up he looked down - and sure enough, where his feet once were, was now a set of clawed eagle's talons. "....Hakuba...do you have a book on Harpies?"
"Harpies...." the teenage siren dragged Kaitou up a flight of stairs, then abandoned him at the door of an expansive (and expensive) library. moments later, the teen returned with an old, dusty volume. "Herpes.... Wombats... vampires.... Merfolk.... AHA! Harpies, page 35671!"
Kaitou wasted no time in snatching the book from Hakuba, gazing down at the page. And swallowed hard. There, in a full color picture, was a harpy - half bird, half woman, with arms that were wings, birds feet, with feathers that went from the chest down to the legs. Well, he didn't have /that/ many feathers..., which meant...."...Hakuba...can I borrow the phone?"
"go ahead." the teenage siren stated softly. "Then we'll get you into something non-torn."
Kaitou snatched the phone, punching in his home number. It rang twice, then his mother answered with a "Moshi moshi?" Kaitou didn't miss a beat. "Was it you or dad?" Long, awkward pause. "...Kaitou?" Yoria enquired, and Kaitou fisted the hand not holding the phone. "Were you or dad a harpy!?" He barked, stress making his patience /very/ short - and his mother fell silent for a moment. When she spoke again, her voice was very soft, soothing, and sad. "Kaitou...there's something else you should know about you're father..." Kaitou didn't wait to hear the rest; he dropped the phone and dug his nails into his head, curling into a ball with a loud exclamation of distress.
gently Hakuba sat beside the other. Kaitou's feathers were soft. the voice on the far end of the phone was still trying to make contact, however, so he had to leave momentarily to hang up. then he returned to wrapping his tail around the large ball of fluff.
Kaitou slumped against Hakuba with a small sound of distress, burying his face in the other's shoulder. Hakuba always offered a nice escape from reality; just the boys presence helped soothe him. And yet, there was something that kept nagging him at the back of his mind. Something abouts harpies, and...Oh...Oh /fuck/. Kaitou jerked back, snatching up the book and scanning the information. Then, with a loud groan, he slammed his forehead against the novel. "Fuck. Of course. Of /course/. Out of /all/ the creatures I had to be, it had to be /this/ one! Why does fate hate me so much!?"
"What?" Hakuba asked, de-burying his face from the soft wall of feathers.
Kaitou sat up, clearing his throat before reading aloud in a flat voice, "Harpies are the air bound relatives of the Siren - both species are infamous for leading unsuspecting mortals into their grasp, though harpies prefer the route of coaxing in travelers with riddles and promises of riches, while sirens are more prone to enchanting them with their voice. Because of their shared taste, and the fact Harpies and Sirens are usually found residing in the same areas, the two species are mortal enemies, and have been at war with each other for years." He announced, then smacked his forehead against the book again - just for good measure.
"And? Thief and Detective have been at each other's throats for years." Hakuba pointed out. "It's a very popular genre." he added with a nod.
"Yes. But if you're mother ever catches wind of this!...Or any of the sirens for that matter! Or any harpies!" Kaitou exclaimed, massaging his head with a groan. "/Why/ does my mother never tell me these things!? First my dad being Kaito Kid, now him being a Harpy! What /else/ don't I know about my father!?"
"He might have been Jesus...?" Hakuba suggested playfully. he was having fun playing with the soft feathers.
Despite himself, Kaitou couldn't stop himself from laughing. "Ha-ha, that wouldn't surprise me..." He muttered, then suddenly squirmed. "Hakuba...Mind not doing that?" He asked - he had been trying to ignore it, but his feathers were extremely /sensitive/. And it was making him a tad uncomfortable. And warm. But never mind that.
"Oh, sorry." he mutter sheepishly. then he nipped at Kaitou's ear with a soft growl.
Kaitou squawked when his ear was nipped, only to waste no time in returning the assault, only adding a small lick along with a nip to the other's ear.
The next thing the pair knew, they were rolling on the library floor, exploring each other's bodies at every moment they weren't heavily distracted by the other.
Somewhere, far, far in the back of his mind, Kaitou was seriously questioning his own sanity. Here he was, making out with Hakuba on Hakuba's library floor, after just discovering he was part of a species that was at war with Hakuba's species. Not to mention, he /still/ wasn't quite sure about where his feelings sat on the whole concept of a relationship with the other.
Hakuba, however, was euphoric. he WASNT alone in the hybrid world. No wonder he was destined to be paired with Kaitou. and FUCK those feathers were soft. WTH. feeling up Kaitou much...
Kaitou shivered softly when Hakuba returned to stroking his feathers; it /tingled/. In a pleasant sort of way. Of course. then he began to worry about something rather /important/. "Hakuba, I can't go to school with /wings/!" He exclaimed - way to break the mood.
"Ain't you thankful tomorrow is Saturday then? We have a WHOLE weekend to figure you out." Hakuba stated, grinning sweetly. he reached down and stroked Kaitou's chin gently. His chosen was beautiful.... even more so than before, and he hadn't thought that possible.
Despite all his best attempts /not/ to, Kaitou couldn't help but release a pleased murmur at the stroke. Or he meant for it to sound like a murmur - in the end it came out like a /croon/, and he clapped his hands over his mouth. Jesus, he had sounded exactly like Irene!
"Coo coo to you too." Hakuba stated. then he did it again. then the doorbell rang. damn. faster than expected.
Kaitou kept his hands firmly over his mouth, muffling the repeated croon. Then he jerked at the doorbell, letting his hand drop so he could speak. "Company....?"
"More or less not really but sure." Hakuba answered quickly detangling himself from the other, straightening his blazer, tucking the scrap of hair that escaped the braid away, and dashing from the room. a moment later, yelling announced the identity of the guest.... Kaitou's mom.
Kaitou cringed at that loud voice; oh, right, they /had/ rather hung up on her. Kaitou made his way after Hakuba - awkwardly, because /fuck/ it was weird walking with talons! - and moved to save his...boyfriend?....from his mother. "Mom, calm down!" Kaitou exclaimed; Yoria whirled around, opened her mouth to start yelling, and then blinked. Then, with a loud squeal, she tackled her son. "You look just like you're father~!" She squealed. Kaitou choked. "Mom! To much huggy, not enough breathy!"
Hakuba watched in amusement, then went to see if his father was up yet or if the siren's call was going to give him a better sleep than usual, despite the place on the floor. yep, he was snoring. there was no saving him now.
Kaitou managed to wriggle free from his overenthusiastic mother, gasping hard to breath. "Sorry, Kaitou. You just look so much like him. You even have the brown speckles!" Yoria exclaimed, clasping her hands together. Kaitou grinned. "Well, that's a relief...if I looked like a /different/ Harpy, I'd be concerned..." He commented. They both laughed. Then he frowned. "Mom, how the hell did dad hide his...features..?" He asked, gesturing to his wing. She frowned. "I wouldn't be able to tell you. You'll have to ask Jii how they do it." She responded. Kaitou blinked. "Ask...Oh you have got to be /kidding/ me!"
"HELP!" Hakuba cried, from his now slightly squished position from where he'd tried to carry his father to bed. lost cause, yes. did it stop him from trying? nope. not for a second.
Kaitou bounded over with no hesitation. "Hakuba, you moron!" He exclaimed, rushing over to shove the larger man off the detective. Mr. Hakuba grunted, rolled, and remained asleep. "Hakuba, are you okay!? Speak to me!" Kaitou yelled in an overdramatic voice.
"No... wont make-OW! What was THAT for Kuroba-san?!" Hakuba rubbed his head where the elder female had bludgeoned him with her purse. "SIREN!"
"Mom!" Kaitou exclaimed in protest, grabbing the purse and wrestling it out of her hands.
"Kaitou, he's a-!"
"Yes mom I know what he is!" He yelled, managing to get the purse from her. Yoria blinked.
"....You /knew/!?"
".........Yes. For about two weeks now."
"But Kaitou, Sirens and Harpies-"
"I know that to!"
"...Oh..."
"Pain X(." Hakuba complained as he re-took up the task of moving his over-weight father. he was once again tackled by Mrs. Kuroba, this time for /different/ reasons.
"MOM FOR THE LOVE OF-!" Kaitou exclaimed, throwing his arms into the air. "My little Kaitou has a boyfriend!" She squealed, now hugging Hakuba with all her strength. The end result was Kaitou turning a very/ very/ bright shade of red, choking violently, and then sputtering several protests that really made absolutely no sense whatsoever, and were thus ignored.
"Damn childhood. Why can't you be non-traumatizing?" Hakuba asked no one in particular. Carefully he started prying the woman off him, but then she turned angry.
"Alright, that's it!" Kaitou exclaimed, then clearing his throat, he whined in a very loud, very /convincing/ voice, "/Mom/, I'm /starving/!" Instantly, the woman jerked away from Hakuba, eyes wide.
"Why didn't you say something earlier!?" She yelled, barreling into the kitchen at top speed. Within seconds, the sound of banging cupboards and pans could be heard. Kaitou smirked victoriously.
"Wow." the young siren stated, gazing after his ex-assailant. then he turned back to Kaitou. "So how'd yur heist go, other than boring cuz I wasn't there?"
"Completely smoothly." Kaitou responded with a grin. "I'm just /really/ fucking lucky.../this/ didn't start happening during it." He stated, giving a wave of his hand to indicate his features. "I'd either be in a car heading to a lab right now, or dead. Depends whether or not I was on my glider at the time."
"Your bird is going to have a field day." Hakuba stated.
Kaitou blinked. Wait, speaking of Irene....A loud shriek tore through the air, and the magician lunged to his feet as a small, white blur came zipping down the stairs, a larger brown form close behind. "For the love of-WATSON STOP TRYING TO EAT MY BIRD!" Kaitou yelled; both bird, Watson and Irene, screeched to a halt, blinking in bewilderment at the half bird standing there.
"You HAVE their attention. Might as well finish your sentence." Hakuba suggested. he smiled as Watson turned to glide onto his regular perch of Hakuba's shoulder.
Irene remained where she was, clearly struck dumb at the sight of her master. "Hey there, girl." Kaitou murmured softly, holding out one feathered hand to the dove. There was a moment's pause, and then Irene darted over, landing on his shoulder and crooning intensely as she nuzzled his cheek. Kaitou laughed. "Seems she doesn't mind my change at all." One hand gently stroked Irene's head; the dove actually seemed to love him even /more/, now that he was, part her species. Kind of. Wait, if Harpies were half humans half bird, did that make him half harpy half human, or three quarters human one fourth bird?...Headache.
There was a crash, and his father yelped, having woken up halfway up the stairs and promptly falling down upon standing.
"Ack, Mr. Hakuba!" Kaitou yelped, rushing to catch the other; the result, of course, being the poor Harpy being squished under his weight and squawking in his pain. Which of course brought his mother running; and the woman then proceeded to hoist Mr. Hakuba off the floor with one arm, setting him on his feet, then checking to make sure her son wasn't mortally wounded.
"Saguru..."
"Yes dad?"
"Might I ask for an explanation?"
"Erm..." "Or is it one of those trippy siren things that I'd probably have fewer headaches NOT knowing about them?"
"Em... yeah. let's go with /that/."
"Yes, mom, I'm fine - No I /don't need an ambul-MOM PUT THE PHONE DOWN!" Kaitou snatched the phone out of his mom's hand, frowning disapprovingly. "Seriously. Stop calling 911 over nothing, or they're going to get a restraining order on you!" He barked...Then frowned. "...I smell burning.."
"My quiche!" Yoria was off to the kitchen.
"...What?"
"Feel confused." Hakuba stated. "Off to bed." with that Hakuba-san trotted off, happy for some sleep. The teenage siren then turned to Kaitou. "Yay, parents..."
"I concur. At least mine is easily distracted with cooking." Kaitou drawled, dropping onto the couch with a loud sigh. "...I love how she's just kind of taken over you're kitchen though. We're going to leave here, and you're going to have a fridge full of precooked meals."
"And cookies. Lots and /lots/ of cookies..."
"Yum. Oh wait, I can't digest oatmeal... is she making oatmeal? I can't eat it if she is."
"It's a siren thing, btw."
"Wait, seriously?" Kaitou raised his eyebrows at that. "Wow that sucks...Just a sec." The magician rose from the house, wandering into the kitchen. "Mom, no oatmeal in anything, if you could?" He requested; she shot him a curious look, but nodded nonetheless. "Sure dear, whatever you say." "Thanks.." And he returned to the couch with a satisfied grin.
"Gah... oatmeal.... nasty stuff. that and molasses. never liked that either. But the vanilla shit people put in is freaking delicious. Dad says I shouldn't eat it. It makes me feel ill but FUCK, it is tasty. I wonder if you can make crab cookies. And salmon cookies... that would be awesome. fishes are tasty. OH! hamburger cookies! I should try that sometime! Yeah, when dad goes to England next week for a few months. house all to me! and Kaitou. Yur allowed her whenever, as if I could stop you, theoretically. Did I mention vanilla is tasty?"
There was a long, long silence; then Kaitou slowly reached out, covering Hakuba's mouth with his hand. "Hakuba...no more talking." He stated bluntly - he wasn't sure /where/ the other's sudden high had come from, but seeing the detective ramble was /kind/ of unnerving. Rambling was /his/ job god damn it! That the whole idea of 'salmon cookies' made him want to throw up. Or cry. Or both.
"Sorry... I overdosed on siren magic. I was getting tired, see, so I gave myself a jolt... but it was too much apparently." Hakuba stated, his eyes beginning to droop. "Crap, now im even sleepie-ZZzzzzzzzzzzzz"
"........" Kaitou was speechless. He sat there for a long time, then rolled his eyes and lifted the detective into his arms. Carrying Hakuba up to his room, the magician laid him on the bed, then went back downstairs. Entering the kitchen, he grabbed an apron, tied it around his waist, and then started helping his mom cook.
morning arrived without fail, and Hakuba woke up with a squeak of surprise. Kaitou, sometime during the night, had opted to remain here rather than go home it would seem. Well, the wings WERE pretty attention grabbing, and it was nowhere near Halloween.
Kaitou stirred slightly at the sudden noise, only to roll over and curl up against the siren, nuzzling Hakuba's throat sleepily. Of course, now the detective was going to have to buy new sheets, since Kaitou's talons were rather...sharp. And awkward, and /not/ meant to be in a bed under any circumstances.
Hakuba smiled, relishing the other's closeness. then he slipped from the bed to go inspect the damage. he found his father at the table, surrounded by massive boxes of cookies, working his way through a bag and a mug of coffee.
Kaitou stirred several moments later, body noticing and missing the warmth Hakuba had provided. Blinking dazedly the teenaged harpy lifted his head, gazing sluggishly around the empty bedroom. Yawning he rolled onto his stomach, arching in a catlike stretch. Then he slipped out of the bed, lazily rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he made his way down the stairs.
Hakuba was munching away, helping his father NOT gain another sixty lbs, when his boyfriend came down the stairs, looking a mess with his feathers in complete disorder. Someone wasn't a morning person.
"Morning'." Kaitou mumbled sleepily; he had never been very good first waking up. Especially since, he never seemed to go to bed before three in the morning. The harpy stumbled into the kitchen, rousing up some hot chocolate; Mr. Hakuba raised an eyebrow at how unhesitant the other was to help him to their stuff. But, since Ms. Kuroba had made cookies, he let it slide.
Hakuba smiled at his father gently. The other man caught the cue. "Your mother called awhile ago, saying that the fellow named 'Jii' would be waiting for you around noon at the pinnacle. Don't ask what that means, I have no idea." the elder man stated. "I think he means Tokyo tower." Hakuba added on. His two cents for the day.
"Mm - it would be there. It's the safest; not many people go there." Kaitou mumbled, setting the kettle on to boil. Then he frowned, struck by a sudden thought. Turning around to face Hakuba the harpy folded his arms, a slightly nervous look on his face. "...Hakuba...are we dating?" He asked abruptly; and Mr. Hakuba inhaled a cookie. Up his /nose/. Yes, a whole cookie.
Saguru smiled, then stated, "Only if you're okay with the fish thing." he then turned to help the flailing man beside him. Damn his father was rather unstable sometimes, jeeze.
Kaitou didn't say anything after that, both because Hakuba seemed focused on saving his father from himself, and because the kettle had started to squeal. Pouring the boiling water into the mug, he added the pack of hot chocolate, and then mixed in some milk. "...Stingrays aren't really fish..." He finally answered, voice cracking slightly.
"Hm. that phrase seems vaguely familiar." Hakuba stated warmly, wresting the remainder of the cookies from the elder man for /protection/. That and he wanted some. "Shall we? It's almost 11, we need to go the less used route and we need to find you a poncho or summat so you can get there."
"...Oh, right, feathers..." Kaitou looked down the length of his body, absently petting the soft feathers running down his front - it made him shiver, so he stopped. Then the harpy jerked violently as a loud beep of a car horn echoed from outside. "...Hakuba..." Kaitou stated slowly, gazing out the kitchen window. "...There's a limo parked in your driveway..."
"Er... I Dunno." Hakuba replied softly, peering out the window at the strange black car. There was a man getting out, so the teen went to answer, leaving father and boyfriend alone together.
"Hello - this is the Hakuba household, I assume?" The tall, dark haired, dark eyed, dark suited driver enquired with a tip of his hat. Seconds later Kaitou exploded out of the front door, tackling the man with a squeal. "Uncle Kyo!"
"Okay..." Hakuba was rather confused and disgruntled. "Kaitou, remember its Saturday. There ARE people in the area today. Come back in."
"Oh, that's why Jii requested I pick up the chickling in this." Kyo - Toichi's brother - responded with a wave to the limo behind him. "Tinted windows with tough leather seats to keep his talons from ripping up the upholstery." The man added with a grin; Kaitou already rather knew Kyo knew - after all, he /was/ his father's brother. Obviously, that meant...But where /were/ his feathers?
"Am I allowed to come?" Hakuba asked, wrapping his spare jacket about Kaitou since the other seemed to be ignoring his warning
Kyo's eyes narrowed briefly. "...That depends...what exactly are you hiding under that cloaking?" He asked, clearly seeing the magical aura all creatures retained when hiding some part of themselves. Kaitou swallowed hard, just remembering /that/ important fact now.
HAHAHA~! im SO grounded for not studying.
r&r so it wasnt time unwell wasted~!