Everybody always thinks they're together... (Detective Conan, Heiji/Kazuha, #13)
Title: Everybody always thinks they’re together..
Author: fireblazie
Pairing: Heiji/Kazuha
Fandom: Detective Conan
Theme: #13 - excessive chain
Disclaimer: I don't own Detective Conan. Am just borrowing the characters for a bit!
In the beginning, whenever people would blink innocently at them and ask, “So, how long have you guys been going out?” the reactions on the sides of Heiji and Kazuha were one of three.
One.
Heiji: blush.
Kazuha: blush.
Heiji: still blushing, but would manage to churn out a, “We’re NOT going out!”
Number two.
Heiji: grumble.
Kazuha: blush, stammer, stutter.
Heiji: evil demon head of doom, and then, “We’re NOT going out!” followed by a long rant on exactly why he wasn’t going out with her, in which Kazuha would then retort with her own version of the evil demon head of doom, and a fight would break out. Again. Nothing different or special about it, really.
Scenario three.
Heiji: demon head of doom, complete with a katana! “If somebody else asks me that, I’ll find a nice spot for their head at the bottom of the Sea of Japan!” accompanied by some very colorful cursing, in which Kuroba - because he did pop up at the oddest places, really - would applaud and whistle appreciatingly.
But it was common now. They were childhood friends, after all, practically glued to the hip. Nothing would ever change that. They’d be together. Always, always. Whenever asked this question, Kazuha would smile, though not without a hint of red on her cheeks, and deny the fact.
But what really got Heiji’s attention was the longing, wistful tone he could detect in her voice. It tore at him. Made him feel guilty.
Why? It shouldn’t matter. It shouldn’t.
And yet, it did. Because somewhere deep inside of him… he felt that same longing, too.
---
The most frustrating part of it was that even though they were always together, that was just it. They were just together, strictly as friends. He wanted more.. sort of… well… he thought he wanted more. He felt like he wanted more. Tied together by an eternal bond. An excessively strong, powerful, bonding chain.
The hardest thing is to have something so close, but to not really have it at all.
---
“It’s obvious that she likes you too,” Kudo told him.
Heiji frowned down at the seven-year-old. “Well, s’not like I can do anything about it.”
Kudo raised an eyebrow. “Oh, besides, you know, asking her out.”
Heiji blanched. “No. I can’t. Not with them on the loose and all. They probably know that
I’m helping you.” Accusing glare. “And if she gets hurt… you know. Same reason you can’t tell Neechan about your issues.”
Kudo offered him a sincere, apologetic smile. “Sorry.”
Heiji waved him off. “Nah. Don’t be. We’ll take ‘em down soon.”
---
And they did. Eventually. They went through hell and back to do it, but eventually, things were normal and the Black Organization was gone for good - although Kudo was still a midget. Ai was “almost there” with the cure, but “not quite” and so Kudo had to put up with that for a little while.
Heiji didn’t envy the guy, though. Not one bit. Ran had found out, because it was pretty hard to explain exactly why Conan-kun had scratches, bruises, and dried blood on every inch of his body, as well as a gunshot wound to the shoulder.
“I fell down the stairs,” Kudo managed to stammer. Ran gave him her patented Don’t-you-dare-lie-to-me-or-I-will-disembowel-you-and-I’m-not-kidding look.
Heiji rolled his eyes and decided to take off the glasses on Kudo’s nose that were half broken and bent anyway. “D’you remember Kudo Shinichi?” he asked Ran. “Here he is.”
Kudo shot him a look that could have frozen Gin in his tracks.
Heiji simply smiled.
---
Heiji stared at Kazuha’s front door, contemplating. Maybe it wasn’t too late. He could still run back to his house and no one would ever know.
“I am not a coward,” he muttered.
He raised his hand to knock.
And dropped it, almost immediately, back to his side.
Well, maybe he could come back tomorrow…
“Heiji?”
Crap.
“What’s up?” She tilted her head to the side - and then noticed the numerous bruises and cuts marring his body. “Heiji! What happened?”
“It doesn’t matter,” he muttered, thickly. His head was feeling all clogged up. Muddy. Her fingertips traced the contours of his body, inhaling whenever she came across a particularly deep gash.
“Doesn’t matter?” she asked him, incredulously. “It looks like you went through hell!” She looked into his eyes. “This has to matter. It’s no small, laughing matter from where I stand.”
“It doesn’t matter,” he repeated.
All that matters…
The only thing that matters…
Delirious, he leaned forward and kissed her.
…is you.
---
“What is this?” Heiji stared at the pair of handcuffs Kuroba was holding in his face.
“Handcuffs,” he answered.
“Yeah, I can see that,” Heiji growled, accepting the said pair of handcuffs. He glanced at Kudo, who, at this point, was now Kudo and no longer Conan, “but why?”
“For Kazuha-san to keep you in line, of course,” Kuroba replied.
“Thought it would be interesting,” Kudo smirked, “maybe we could handcuff you guys together. Just like the first time, when you were kids.”
Heiji glared and looked at the handcuffs with distaste apparent in his expression. “What’s
with the weird chain? It’s so long, and thick, and sturdy…”
Kudo and Kuroba simply cackled.
“For bedroom purposes,” Kuroba said, smugly.
Heiji blinked.
And gave chase.
“COME BACK HERE!”
FIN -
Author: fireblazie
Pairing: Heiji/Kazuha
Fandom: Detective Conan
Theme: #13 - excessive chain
Disclaimer: I don't own Detective Conan. Am just borrowing the characters for a bit!
In the beginning, whenever people would blink innocently at them and ask, “So, how long have you guys been going out?” the reactions on the sides of Heiji and Kazuha were one of three.
One.
Heiji: blush.
Kazuha: blush.
Heiji: still blushing, but would manage to churn out a, “We’re NOT going out!”
Number two.
Heiji: grumble.
Kazuha: blush, stammer, stutter.
Heiji: evil demon head of doom, and then, “We’re NOT going out!” followed by a long rant on exactly why he wasn’t going out with her, in which Kazuha would then retort with her own version of the evil demon head of doom, and a fight would break out. Again. Nothing different or special about it, really.
Scenario three.
Heiji: demon head of doom, complete with a katana! “If somebody else asks me that, I’ll find a nice spot for their head at the bottom of the Sea of Japan!” accompanied by some very colorful cursing, in which Kuroba - because he did pop up at the oddest places, really - would applaud and whistle appreciatingly.
But it was common now. They were childhood friends, after all, practically glued to the hip. Nothing would ever change that. They’d be together. Always, always. Whenever asked this question, Kazuha would smile, though not without a hint of red on her cheeks, and deny the fact.
But what really got Heiji’s attention was the longing, wistful tone he could detect in her voice. It tore at him. Made him feel guilty.
Why? It shouldn’t matter. It shouldn’t.
And yet, it did. Because somewhere deep inside of him… he felt that same longing, too.
---
The most frustrating part of it was that even though they were always together, that was just it. They were just together, strictly as friends. He wanted more.. sort of… well… he thought he wanted more. He felt like he wanted more. Tied together by an eternal bond. An excessively strong, powerful, bonding chain.
The hardest thing is to have something so close, but to not really have it at all.
---
“It’s obvious that she likes you too,” Kudo told him.
Heiji frowned down at the seven-year-old. “Well, s’not like I can do anything about it.”
Kudo raised an eyebrow. “Oh, besides, you know, asking her out.”
Heiji blanched. “No. I can’t. Not with them on the loose and all. They probably know that
I’m helping you.” Accusing glare. “And if she gets hurt… you know. Same reason you can’t tell Neechan about your issues.”
Kudo offered him a sincere, apologetic smile. “Sorry.”
Heiji waved him off. “Nah. Don’t be. We’ll take ‘em down soon.”
---
And they did. Eventually. They went through hell and back to do it, but eventually, things were normal and the Black Organization was gone for good - although Kudo was still a midget. Ai was “almost there” with the cure, but “not quite” and so Kudo had to put up with that for a little while.
Heiji didn’t envy the guy, though. Not one bit. Ran had found out, because it was pretty hard to explain exactly why Conan-kun had scratches, bruises, and dried blood on every inch of his body, as well as a gunshot wound to the shoulder.
“I fell down the stairs,” Kudo managed to stammer. Ran gave him her patented Don’t-you-dare-lie-to-me-or-I-will-disembowel-you-and-I’m-not-kidding look.
Heiji rolled his eyes and decided to take off the glasses on Kudo’s nose that were half broken and bent anyway. “D’you remember Kudo Shinichi?” he asked Ran. “Here he is.”
Kudo shot him a look that could have frozen Gin in his tracks.
Heiji simply smiled.
---
Heiji stared at Kazuha’s front door, contemplating. Maybe it wasn’t too late. He could still run back to his house and no one would ever know.
“I am not a coward,” he muttered.
He raised his hand to knock.
And dropped it, almost immediately, back to his side.
Well, maybe he could come back tomorrow…
“Heiji?”
Crap.
“What’s up?” She tilted her head to the side - and then noticed the numerous bruises and cuts marring his body. “Heiji! What happened?”
“It doesn’t matter,” he muttered, thickly. His head was feeling all clogged up. Muddy. Her fingertips traced the contours of his body, inhaling whenever she came across a particularly deep gash.
“Doesn’t matter?” she asked him, incredulously. “It looks like you went through hell!” She looked into his eyes. “This has to matter. It’s no small, laughing matter from where I stand.”
“It doesn’t matter,” he repeated.
All that matters…
The only thing that matters…
Delirious, he leaned forward and kissed her.
…is you.
---
“What is this?” Heiji stared at the pair of handcuffs Kuroba was holding in his face.
“Handcuffs,” he answered.
“Yeah, I can see that,” Heiji growled, accepting the said pair of handcuffs. He glanced at Kudo, who, at this point, was now Kudo and no longer Conan, “but why?”
“For Kazuha-san to keep you in line, of course,” Kuroba replied.
“Thought it would be interesting,” Kudo smirked, “maybe we could handcuff you guys together. Just like the first time, when you were kids.”
Heiji glared and looked at the handcuffs with distaste apparent in his expression. “What’s
with the weird chain? It’s so long, and thick, and sturdy…”
Kudo and Kuroba simply cackled.
“For bedroom purposes,” Kuroba said, smugly.
Heiji blinked.
And gave chase.
“COME BACK HERE!”
FIN -