We wrote this fic a few days before the previous Friday the 13th, waaay back in June (yes, we are THAT backlogged with posting fics -_-), and didn't realise that June -had- a Friday the 13 until it had passed.
So decided to wait until the next one.
... which we discovered is some time in 2004.
So we're posting it on Monday the 13th because Mondays are a heck of a lot scarier than Fridays ever could be.
WARNING: BOYS KISSING! -if you don't like it, don't read! o_O
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It just figured the Kid would hold a heist on Friday the 13th, Hakuba Saguru thought darkly to himself as he checked his pocket watch. Not that he was superstitious or anything. But it fit the thief's sense of humour.
The pale watch face gleamed in the moonlight, revealing the time to be a few minutes before midnight. The Kid was sure to have nabbed the gem by now, and be making his escape.
While Nakamori wouldn't let him in the room to help prevent the Kid from grabbing the gem in the first place, -something about being wary of teenagers in high security places, which in his humble opinion was completely unfair- the Police Inspector had no quams about allowing him to try to prevent the Kid's escape.
And unlike the rest of the officers on the force, Hakuba actually did his homework before arriving.
While playing 'Dog pile on the Bandit' was always amusing, the matching of wits and skills was by far the more interesting game. The ventilation shafts were the most likely escape route for the moon-lit thief, and the most logical exit from them being the ventilation shaft on the roof across from him.
A scrape from above him caused him to look up just in time to see a very surprised Kaitou Kid falling right towards him.
... Unless, of course, the Kid decided to take an alternate route, Hakuba noted just before the thief's white-clad body crashed on top of his.
Elbows bumped, hands scrapped and curses were growled as they tumbled across the rooftop before coming to a pause, the Kid draped on top of him.
Indigo eyes, one tinted deep violet by glass, stared at him from scat centimetres from his own eyes, their noses pressed uncomfortably against each other as mouths were mashed together in what had to have been the most awkward kiss of Hakuba's life.
... not that there were that many of them....
The Kid made a muffled 'Mmurph!" sound before he disappeared in a cloud of smoke, his warm weight dissolving like a ghost as bells struck midnight in the background.
Hakuba just lay there for a moment, staring at nothing before giving himself a mental shake. "What?" He asked to the air, not really expecting an answer. "No witty retort?"
***
"I hear you ran into the Kid last night." Koizumi grinned he passed by Kuroba, who was leaning against a wall in the empty hallway, waiting for Aoko to finish talking to the teacher.
"You might say that." Hakuba agreed warily. Akako had the annoying habit of knowing more than she should on some things, with out having any possible logical reasoning behind how she knew. It was down right creepy, and more to the point, annoying.
Akako sighed dramatically "And he slipped through your fingers again..." Kuroba let out a suspicious snerk as he turned the other way to head back into the classroom. "Well, better luck next time!" The red-eyed girl beamed, slapping him on the back with enough force to cause him to pitch forward.
Right into Kuroba.
The magician let out a startled yelp as the two of them crashed into the wall, the slightly smaller boy pinned between him and the wall, their faces pressed against each other.
Wide indigo eyes stared at him as they both froze. Kuroba blinked first, making a startled sound in the back of his throat due to the fact that his lips were presently occupied with Hakuba's. "Mmurph!"
Hakuba blinked, jerking backward enough to give the wild-haired boy breathing space. "You taste like the Kid!" He accused.
Kuroba glared at him, taking a few large gulps of air. "Like -that- would hold up in court!" He retorted.
"You could always try it again!" Akako cheered sweetly.
"I-" What ever words the magician might have said were cut off as Aoko came barrelling out of the door, crashing into Akako.
Who crashed into Hakuba.
Who crashed back into Kuroba.
Who crashed back into the wall.
Hakuba began to idly wonder if he was cursed as he found his lips pressed against Kuroba's once more.
Evidently, so did Kuroba.
"Mmurph!!"
-fin-
This fic is thanks to 'Neechan, the Yaoi no Miko, who gleefully taunted us to write a fic where Hakuba kisses both Kaito and the Kid, noticing that they taste the same, then Kaito declaring that them tasting the same would never hold up in court.
If you see her at YaoiCon, please be sure to say 'Hi' and make her blush for me. It'll be worth it, trust me. ^___^ *wanders off to read more of Kaitou Ann's fun Hakuba/Kaito fics.*
So decided to wait until the next one.
... which we discovered is some time in 2004.
So we're posting it on Monday the 13th because Mondays are a heck of a lot scarier than Fridays ever could be.
WARNING: BOYS KISSING! -if you don't like it, don't read! o_O
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It just figured the Kid would hold a heist on Friday the 13th, Hakuba Saguru thought darkly to himself as he checked his pocket watch. Not that he was superstitious or anything. But it fit the thief's sense of humour.
The pale watch face gleamed in the moonlight, revealing the time to be a few minutes before midnight. The Kid was sure to have nabbed the gem by now, and be making his escape.
While Nakamori wouldn't let him in the room to help prevent the Kid from grabbing the gem in the first place, -something about being wary of teenagers in high security places, which in his humble opinion was completely unfair- the Police Inspector had no quams about allowing him to try to prevent the Kid's escape.
And unlike the rest of the officers on the force, Hakuba actually did his homework before arriving.
While playing 'Dog pile on the Bandit' was always amusing, the matching of wits and skills was by far the more interesting game. The ventilation shafts were the most likely escape route for the moon-lit thief, and the most logical exit from them being the ventilation shaft on the roof across from him.
A scrape from above him caused him to look up just in time to see a very surprised Kaitou Kid falling right towards him.
... Unless, of course, the Kid decided to take an alternate route, Hakuba noted just before the thief's white-clad body crashed on top of his.
Elbows bumped, hands scrapped and curses were growled as they tumbled across the rooftop before coming to a pause, the Kid draped on top of him.
Indigo eyes, one tinted deep violet by glass, stared at him from scat centimetres from his own eyes, their noses pressed uncomfortably against each other as mouths were mashed together in what had to have been the most awkward kiss of Hakuba's life.
... not that there were that many of them....
The Kid made a muffled 'Mmurph!" sound before he disappeared in a cloud of smoke, his warm weight dissolving like a ghost as bells struck midnight in the background.
Hakuba just lay there for a moment, staring at nothing before giving himself a mental shake. "What?" He asked to the air, not really expecting an answer. "No witty retort?"
***
"I hear you ran into the Kid last night." Koizumi grinned he passed by Kuroba, who was leaning against a wall in the empty hallway, waiting for Aoko to finish talking to the teacher.
"You might say that." Hakuba agreed warily. Akako had the annoying habit of knowing more than she should on some things, with out having any possible logical reasoning behind how she knew. It was down right creepy, and more to the point, annoying.
Akako sighed dramatically "And he slipped through your fingers again..." Kuroba let out a suspicious snerk as he turned the other way to head back into the classroom. "Well, better luck next time!" The red-eyed girl beamed, slapping him on the back with enough force to cause him to pitch forward.
Right into Kuroba.
The magician let out a startled yelp as the two of them crashed into the wall, the slightly smaller boy pinned between him and the wall, their faces pressed against each other.
Wide indigo eyes stared at him as they both froze. Kuroba blinked first, making a startled sound in the back of his throat due to the fact that his lips were presently occupied with Hakuba's. "Mmurph!"
Hakuba blinked, jerking backward enough to give the wild-haired boy breathing space. "You taste like the Kid!" He accused.
Kuroba glared at him, taking a few large gulps of air. "Like -that- would hold up in court!" He retorted.
"You could always try it again!" Akako cheered sweetly.
"I-" What ever words the magician might have said were cut off as Aoko came barrelling out of the door, crashing into Akako.
Who crashed into Hakuba.
Who crashed back into Kuroba.
Who crashed back into the wall.
Hakuba began to idly wonder if he was cursed as he found his lips pressed against Kuroba's once more.
Evidently, so did Kuroba.
"Mmurph!!"
-fin-
This fic is thanks to 'Neechan, the Yaoi no Miko, who gleefully taunted us to write a fic where Hakuba kisses both Kaito and the Kid, noticing that they taste the same, then Kaito declaring that them tasting the same would never hold up in court.
If you see her at YaoiCon, please be sure to say 'Hi' and make her blush for me. It'll be worth it, trust me. ^___^ *wanders off to read more of Kaitou Ann's fun Hakuba/Kaito fics.*