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Yes, I am alive. Though suffering a massive writer's block about best served cold.
However, Have bunches of free time for the next two weeks and have sworn
that I will manage to finish it. Or at least add one chapter.
But you are all here for the Kuroba 'Verse, so let's get on with the show.
Set directly after Return from Avalon
Introductions
"Good Evening tantei-san."
Hakuba jerked violently, hissing as he spilled hot tea down his front. "Kid," he snarled, holding the wet fabric away from himself. "How many times have I told not not to do that?"
The blond had long since given up on keeping the other out of his home entirely. It was impossible. The Kaitou Kid went where he wanted, when he wanted, much to the chagrin of the Japanese police force. He could, Hakuba had decided long ago, deal with that. Still, was it to much to ask for the thief to announce himself in a civilized fashion.
Rinsing his cup in the nearby sink, the detective poured himself another drink before turning to face his long time adversary, not entirely surprised to find that the white-clad figure was not alone. "And I see you brought a guest." Hakuba held up the teapot in silent offering, only for the pair to produce their own drinks out of thin air.
Not unexpected, Saguru and Kid may have had a fairly cordial relationship outside of heists, but they were still detective and thief, and the kaitou wasn't stupid. If he was he would have gotten himself caught a long time ago, magic or no magic. Hakuba felt he had to offer though; he would have been a lousy host otherwise.
They did however, accept his offer of a place to sit, turning the chairs around before straddling them. Something that would make an escape easier in the event it became necessary, and he reflected, an action that made more since when you knew the people in question had wings. Even if said wings were hidden at this point in time.
Taking a sip of his own drink, the detective took a moment to study Kid's companion with curious eyes. According to the records, Kaito Kuroba had no living relatives save his Mother, but he shouldn't have been surprised someone had done some creative editing. Not with what he had been able to piece together of the family history.
Hakuba wondered how they were related anyway. Cousin? Uncle perhaps? Maybe even an older brother from before the thief's parents had met? All he knew for sure was that the other was older, that was obvious to anyone who made a study of body language, even to someone who didn't. Kid deferred to the other man.
The raven-haired figure laughed, whispering something to Kid in a silvery tongue the detective didn't recognize, causing the thief to laugh as well. "He's my grandfather actually," the kaitou's smirk widened. "Several times removed."
Hakuba choked. Several times removed? But that would mean, he stared at the stranger wide-eyed, already pale features going dead white. Kid was one thing, he knew Kid, this creature though . . .
Said thief just seemed to find the blond's reaction amusing. "Really Hakuba," he chided. "He's not going to eat you."
Yes, Aakesh can read minds, when he makes the effort
No, Kaito can't. Hope you enjoyed and stay tuned for the next story.
No promises about when it will be posted though.