[Feb. 14] [Detective Conan] Unharmed
Title: Unharmed
Day/Theme: Feb. 14: ”Our swords shall play the orators for us.”
Series: Detective Conan
Character/Pairing: Shinichi, Heiji
Rating: R/M
All in all, it was a fairly slow day today. The doctors had come and gone, and his usual visitors had left him alone in his room for the moment-which was not at all to Shinichi’s displeasure. He was actually rather relieved that he could sit there without having to tremble for a while.
He knew they didn’t mean to frighten him. The ones who had realized exactly how scared he was seemed appalled that he was so scared. And he was very well aware that none of them would hurt him. But the fact was that they were all bigger than he was, and by nature, stronger.
They wouldn’t hurt him.
But if they wanted to, they could. And somehow, he just couldn’t get past that. Most of the time he just wished they would leave so he could breathe. If he was alone, he was safe.
Or if Ran was there. She was a special case by definition, though.
He was just tired now. Maybe a nap would do him some good. There certainly wasn’t a great deal else he could do. And when he slept, he had a fifty-fifty chance of escape. Half the time, he slept without issue. The rest of the time, he was plagued with nightmares tantamount to completely reliving his experiences there. Maybe he would get lucky now and sleep without incident…
Shinichi had just settled back against the pillow and pulled the blanket up to his chin when he heard the door open. Every muscle tensed as he sat up and looked to see who it was-perhaps they had forgotten to ask him a question?
The man standing there was dressed in the uniform of a police officer, but he was not anyone Shinichi recognized. That alone was enough to send a shiver down his spine. The only officers that had been around on this case had been those closest to Megure-the ones he trusted most. Shiratori, Takagi, Satou, and Chiba. It was for the sake of both safety and familiarity, given the delicate nature of things.
This wasn’t right.
Shinichi started to reach for the call button.
He didn’t make it. The man crossed the room in two strides and caught his hand; he grabbed Shinichi by the throat and shoved him back down to the bed, pinning him there in an iron grasp. “Hello,” he said simply, tightening his hold.
Instinctively, Shinichi’s hands clawed at the fingers around his throat, but to no avail. He could barely breathe. But his panicked thoughts and weak attempts at struggling completely derailed when he heard the man say, “Remember me?” It was almost a purr. “I remember you. Such a pretty boy…”
Fear rose, like bile, in his throat. He completely froze. He couldn’t move, struggle, breathe…and his voice still betrayed him by refusing to cooperate. He could not call for help. All he could do was lay there and watch helplessly as the man produced a knife in his free hand and raised it.
Shinichi wanted to close his eyes, but he couldn’t. He was going to die…but maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, now that he thought about it…he wouldn’t be a burden to anyone any longer. His family and friends wouldn’t have to spend all this time worrying about him, the hopeless screw-up that he was. They could all move on without him…
Just as the man began to drive the knife downwards into Shinichi’s chest, a hand came over his shoulder and grabbed his wrist.
That was all that Shinichi saw before the man shouted and pulled backwards. There was a shudder, a jolt, and then the sensation of falling before he hit the floor. His bed crashed down beside him; it had been upended by the struggle taking place on the other side of the room.
He didn’t dare look out to see what was happening. All he knew was that the man with the knife was there. So he huddled as close to the bed as he could, his arms over his head, unable to shut out the shouts and sounds of the scuffle. There were two male voices-and one was heavily accented…
By the time he realized that, he was being lifted from the floor and carried by someone who was running. He looked down and saw dark-skinned arms just as he was dropped out by the wall in the corridor, outside his room. Oh…it’s Hattori…
There was no time for conversation, though-the man was coming at Hattori now, and the Osakan detective had his hands full, catching the man’s wrist and pushing him backwards. Away from Shinichi, who sat on the floor and watched the spectacle with wide eyes.
A cacophony of voices approached, accompanied by thundering footsteps. Again, Shinichi instinctively curled up and tried to make himself as small and unobtrusive as possible as Satou-keiji jumped into the fray with Shiratori and Takagi right behind her. The knife clattered from the man’s hand as he found himself very forcibly restrained by several of Tokyo’s finest.
Hands gripped Shinichi’s shoulders; he was spun around and found himself staring up at…Kogoro? A very panicked-looking Kogoro, no less. “Are you all right?” he asked in a rush; Shinichi nodded mutely. “You’re not hurt?” When Shinichi shook his head, the old man looked relieved. “Good…”
The man was face-down on the floor now; Satou had just gotten the cuffs on him, and they were hauling him away. He was screaming threats and obscenities-a far cry from the oily-smooth purr with which he had first addressed Shinichi, just before he had intended to kill him.
Now Hattori was walking towards him, kneeling down next to him; the Osakan teen was out of breath-not surprising, given the fight. “You okay?” he asked. “Sorry I didn’t get there sooner…”
Shinichi stared at him for a second…and then reached out and grabbed the cuff of Hattori’s sleeve.
It was a move that gave both Heiji and Kogoro pause. Shinichi had been extremely skittish about any and all physical contact. He shied away from it like a scared rabbit. For him to instigate contact with someone like that…it meant something.
And what they both saw was Shinichi looking at Heiji not with fear…but the first faint glimmers of hope. There was trust beginning to appear there, where before there had been anxiety. Granted, Hattori had just taken on a man armed with a knife to protect Shinichi from harm.
Maybe…just maybe…they had found another person who could reach him.
Day/Theme: Feb. 14: ”Our swords shall play the orators for us.”
Series: Detective Conan
Character/Pairing: Shinichi, Heiji
Rating: R/M
All in all, it was a fairly slow day today. The doctors had come and gone, and his usual visitors had left him alone in his room for the moment-which was not at all to Shinichi’s displeasure. He was actually rather relieved that he could sit there without having to tremble for a while.
He knew they didn’t mean to frighten him. The ones who had realized exactly how scared he was seemed appalled that he was so scared. And he was very well aware that none of them would hurt him. But the fact was that they were all bigger than he was, and by nature, stronger.
They wouldn’t hurt him.
But if they wanted to, they could. And somehow, he just couldn’t get past that. Most of the time he just wished they would leave so he could breathe. If he was alone, he was safe.
Or if Ran was there. She was a special case by definition, though.
He was just tired now. Maybe a nap would do him some good. There certainly wasn’t a great deal else he could do. And when he slept, he had a fifty-fifty chance of escape. Half the time, he slept without issue. The rest of the time, he was plagued with nightmares tantamount to completely reliving his experiences there. Maybe he would get lucky now and sleep without incident…
Shinichi had just settled back against the pillow and pulled the blanket up to his chin when he heard the door open. Every muscle tensed as he sat up and looked to see who it was-perhaps they had forgotten to ask him a question?
The man standing there was dressed in the uniform of a police officer, but he was not anyone Shinichi recognized. That alone was enough to send a shiver down his spine. The only officers that had been around on this case had been those closest to Megure-the ones he trusted most. Shiratori, Takagi, Satou, and Chiba. It was for the sake of both safety and familiarity, given the delicate nature of things.
This wasn’t right.
Shinichi started to reach for the call button.
He didn’t make it. The man crossed the room in two strides and caught his hand; he grabbed Shinichi by the throat and shoved him back down to the bed, pinning him there in an iron grasp. “Hello,” he said simply, tightening his hold.
Instinctively, Shinichi’s hands clawed at the fingers around his throat, but to no avail. He could barely breathe. But his panicked thoughts and weak attempts at struggling completely derailed when he heard the man say, “Remember me?” It was almost a purr. “I remember you. Such a pretty boy…”
Fear rose, like bile, in his throat. He completely froze. He couldn’t move, struggle, breathe…and his voice still betrayed him by refusing to cooperate. He could not call for help. All he could do was lay there and watch helplessly as the man produced a knife in his free hand and raised it.
Shinichi wanted to close his eyes, but he couldn’t. He was going to die…but maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, now that he thought about it…he wouldn’t be a burden to anyone any longer. His family and friends wouldn’t have to spend all this time worrying about him, the hopeless screw-up that he was. They could all move on without him…
Just as the man began to drive the knife downwards into Shinichi’s chest, a hand came over his shoulder and grabbed his wrist.
That was all that Shinichi saw before the man shouted and pulled backwards. There was a shudder, a jolt, and then the sensation of falling before he hit the floor. His bed crashed down beside him; it had been upended by the struggle taking place on the other side of the room.
He didn’t dare look out to see what was happening. All he knew was that the man with the knife was there. So he huddled as close to the bed as he could, his arms over his head, unable to shut out the shouts and sounds of the scuffle. There were two male voices-and one was heavily accented…
By the time he realized that, he was being lifted from the floor and carried by someone who was running. He looked down and saw dark-skinned arms just as he was dropped out by the wall in the corridor, outside his room. Oh…it’s Hattori…
There was no time for conversation, though-the man was coming at Hattori now, and the Osakan detective had his hands full, catching the man’s wrist and pushing him backwards. Away from Shinichi, who sat on the floor and watched the spectacle with wide eyes.
A cacophony of voices approached, accompanied by thundering footsteps. Again, Shinichi instinctively curled up and tried to make himself as small and unobtrusive as possible as Satou-keiji jumped into the fray with Shiratori and Takagi right behind her. The knife clattered from the man’s hand as he found himself very forcibly restrained by several of Tokyo’s finest.
Hands gripped Shinichi’s shoulders; he was spun around and found himself staring up at…Kogoro? A very panicked-looking Kogoro, no less. “Are you all right?” he asked in a rush; Shinichi nodded mutely. “You’re not hurt?” When Shinichi shook his head, the old man looked relieved. “Good…”
The man was face-down on the floor now; Satou had just gotten the cuffs on him, and they were hauling him away. He was screaming threats and obscenities-a far cry from the oily-smooth purr with which he had first addressed Shinichi, just before he had intended to kill him.
Now Hattori was walking towards him, kneeling down next to him; the Osakan teen was out of breath-not surprising, given the fight. “You okay?” he asked. “Sorry I didn’t get there sooner…”
Shinichi stared at him for a second…and then reached out and grabbed the cuff of Hattori’s sleeve.
It was a move that gave both Heiji and Kogoro pause. Shinichi had been extremely skittish about any and all physical contact. He shied away from it like a scared rabbit. For him to instigate contact with someone like that…it meant something.
And what they both saw was Shinichi looking at Heiji not with fear…but the first faint glimmers of hope. There was trust beginning to appear there, where before there had been anxiety. Granted, Hattori had just taken on a man armed with a knife to protect Shinichi from harm.
Maybe…just maybe…they had found another person who could reach him.