Raspberries (Detective Conan, Heiji/Kazuha, #23)
Title: Raspberries
Author: fireblazie
Pairing: Heiji/Kazuha
Fandom: Detective Conan
Theme: #23 - candy
Disclaimer: I don't own Detective Conan. Am just borrowing the characters for a bit!
Her lips were killing him.
She had decided to buy some kind of weird, fancy lip-gloss... thing. Heiji wasn't quite sure, but on Monday morning, for some reason or other, she showed up at school with her lips all shiny and red and...
Kissable.
He nearly shot himself for that thought.
And she, of course, was completely and utterly oblivious. Heiji, however, wasn't a famous teen detective for nothing. Oh, no. He clearly, very very very clearly, saw the stares that she attracted from the other guys. As can be expected, Heiji shot them all proper Evil-Heiji-Death-Glares-of-Doom, ensuring that they stayed far, far away. Which they did, and that was good, because Heiji really didn't feel like beating any of them to a mere inch of their lives and then having to make up a believable story on why he'd had to do such a thing. Much too troublesome. He could do it, of course, oh-so-very-easily, but he didn't feel like it.
What did he feel like doing, you might ask?
He felt like staring at her.
A lot.
Just for a couple of seconds, though, he thought to himself. Not like I want to stare at her, but - I just kind of want to check out her lips. 'Cause - 'cause they're so friggin shiny they could outshine the sun -
Well, that couple of seconds turned into more.
First, he found himself watching her for a minute or so.
And then five.
And then ten.
And then the entire period.
Crap, crap, crap! Heiji felt like taking the blunt end of his katana and smacking himself on the head with it. Hard. Though, he thought, if Kazuha ever saw him actually looking at her like that, she'd probably be more than happy to do that for him. Gah. He buried his face on the desk, flinching as his nose was squished flat, pressed against the cold wood.
So what? he thought to himself, cheeks flushed. So her lips are shiny. Big deal. It's just the stupid lip-gloss... thingy.
Why couldn't he look away?
He tried, god he did. He'd physically turned his head away from her, which resulted in a nasty cracking sound. His nearby peers turned around to look at him, and he just plain glared at them, which was more than sufficient enough for them to turn back around and mind their own business. Kazuha, however - well, she had tilted her head to the side in that really cute way of hers - at this point, Inner Romantic Heiji was being chased around by the Inner Violent Heiji, who was wielding a katana that was twice his size - and she was mouthing, "You okay?"
Inner Violent Heiji smacked Inner Romantic Heiji squarely on the head.
"Yeah," he muttered, waving her off.
Inner Romantic Heiji got up weakly and murmured something about cherries and vanilla and lips and tongues.
Inner Violent Heiji raised his katana -
- blushed rapidly at the images flooding his brain -
- and died -
Heiji groaned and died with him.
-.-
At the end of the day, he found himself agreeing to go over to her house. Her invitation for free food had basically captured the attention of Inner Greedy Heiji and before he knew it he was following her down the sidewalk, watching her ponytail bounce up and down as she walked.
"Heiji?" She turned her head slightly, meeting his gaze before looking back ahead of her, "what was up with you in class today?"
Heiji tripped.
He barely caught himself, with Inner Violent Heiji muttering not-so-nice things in his head.
"Wha - What do you mean?"
Kazuha eyed him strangely. "Well, you kept looking at -"
Inner Worrywart Heiji cringed - please don't say "me", please don't say "me" -
" - something," Kazuha finished, still eyeing him oddly. "And you looked like you were in pain. It was creepy."
You're creepy, Inner Violent Heiji retorted.
"I wasn't looking at anything," Heiji denied it, like hell he'd ever tell her he was looking at her lips..
Kazuha twitched. "You were staring at something. Shuiichi-kun told me that you were looking at me, but that can't be right - " Red splotches colored her cheeks. Inner Violent Heiji narrowed his eyes and tightened his grip on his katana.
Inner Romantic Heiji got a hold of his tongue and by god, he would not let go, no matter how much Inner Violent Heiji beat him. "Why wouldn't that be right?" Heiji's eyes widened as the words escaped him.
Kazuha blinked, obviously flustered. "Well - I mean - "
Inner Violent Heiji: smacksmacksmacksmacksmacksmack!
God, Inner Romantic Heiji had a tougher skull than Inner Violent Heiji had given him credit for. I.R.H. just barreled right on, despite the fact that there was a slightly(?) insane copy of him currently trying to crack his skull open - "Anyway, your lips are all shiny 'cause of...what is it, some kind of new lip gloss or something?"
Kazuha blinked at him, rapidly. Then she muttered something along the lines of, "...so he noticed."
Inner Jealous Heiji took over for Inner Romantic Heiji. Inner Violent Heiji then proceeded to beat the crap out of Inner Romantic Heiji. "Well, who didn't notice? All the guys were friggin looking at you the entire day!"
"...." Kazuha stared.
Heiji finally regained control of his own mouth, making Inner Violent Heiji grow three feet taller and effectively stomping Inner Jealous and Romantic Heiji with one foot. "...not that I care or anything," he quickly mumbled, finding the sidewalk extremely interesting now. "...if they want to look at you, then fine..."
Inner Jealous Heiji raised his head weakly from underneath Inner Violent Heiji - "But I'm the only one who should get to look at you!"
Inner Violent Heiji deflated.
Kazuha gaped.
Inner Romantic Heiji cheered.
Heiji wished he had a gun.
"What?" Kazuha said, weakly. Heiji noticed that she looked like she might faint, and even though his mind was screaming at him to stay away from her stay away from her stay away from her she's the reason you're feeling this way so go away go away run run run - he moved closer to her, in case she did faint..
"I..." And that was all he could say. This wasn't Inner Violent Heiji; this wasn't Inner Romantic Heiji; this wasn't even Inner Timid Heiji - this was all of his inner selves, melded into one. This was Heiji-Heiji. "I don't know.." he finally said, not quite looking at her, not just yet.
"What do you mean?" she pressed on, all sorts of different emotions sparkling in her eyes. " - you... what..." She shook her head violently.
Heiji felt the frustration building up inside of him. Why? Why couldn't he explain it? "It's - it's your lip gloss!" he finally burst out, savagely.
She furrowed her brow. "My - what?"
"Your stupid lip gloss!" he repeated, emotions pouring out of him even as he struggled to keep them in check. "Because - because it looks really good on you, okay? It makes your lips all - all shiny-looking, and... and god, 'zuha, you looked good enough before, but now that - now that you've got that stuff on, you look - you look better - and - and you wanna know what the hell I was looking at in class? I was looking at you, you and - you and your goddamned lips -"
Kazuha was just staring at him.
" - and - and - " He kept looking at her, blood pumping in his ears, adrenaline rushing madly through him. "Just - just - come here already, will you?" And stepped closer to her, pulling her to him roughly. She started, but there was no fear in her face, something he was grateful for, even in the heat of the moment. He hesitated for the tiniest of moments, eyes roaming her face, swallowing, "Don't - don't hit me for this," he warned her, and as she opened her mouth to ask him what, he'd already pressed his lips against hers and was kissing her.
He hadn't realized how much he'd wanted this until now.
He pulled away, and she touched her lips, still not saying a word.
"It tastes like raspberry candy," he said.
She nodded. "...'cause I know you like raspberries.."
"Ah."
Awkward silence.
It didn't last long, because Inner Possessive and Inner Romantic Heiji joined forces and before he knew it, Heiji was kissing her again.
Not that he minded.
- fin -
Author: fireblazie
Pairing: Heiji/Kazuha
Fandom: Detective Conan
Theme: #23 - candy
Disclaimer: I don't own Detective Conan. Am just borrowing the characters for a bit!
Her lips were killing him.
She had decided to buy some kind of weird, fancy lip-gloss... thing. Heiji wasn't quite sure, but on Monday morning, for some reason or other, she showed up at school with her lips all shiny and red and...
Kissable.
He nearly shot himself for that thought.
And she, of course, was completely and utterly oblivious. Heiji, however, wasn't a famous teen detective for nothing. Oh, no. He clearly, very very very clearly, saw the stares that she attracted from the other guys. As can be expected, Heiji shot them all proper Evil-Heiji-Death-Glares-of-Doom, ensuring that they stayed far, far away. Which they did, and that was good, because Heiji really didn't feel like beating any of them to a mere inch of their lives and then having to make up a believable story on why he'd had to do such a thing. Much too troublesome. He could do it, of course, oh-so-very-easily, but he didn't feel like it.
What did he feel like doing, you might ask?
He felt like staring at her.
A lot.
Just for a couple of seconds, though, he thought to himself. Not like I want to stare at her, but - I just kind of want to check out her lips. 'Cause - 'cause they're so friggin shiny they could outshine the sun -
Well, that couple of seconds turned into more.
First, he found himself watching her for a minute or so.
And then five.
And then ten.
And then the entire period.
Crap, crap, crap! Heiji felt like taking the blunt end of his katana and smacking himself on the head with it. Hard. Though, he thought, if Kazuha ever saw him actually looking at her like that, she'd probably be more than happy to do that for him. Gah. He buried his face on the desk, flinching as his nose was squished flat, pressed against the cold wood.
So what? he thought to himself, cheeks flushed. So her lips are shiny. Big deal. It's just the stupid lip-gloss... thingy.
Why couldn't he look away?
He tried, god he did. He'd physically turned his head away from her, which resulted in a nasty cracking sound. His nearby peers turned around to look at him, and he just plain glared at them, which was more than sufficient enough for them to turn back around and mind their own business. Kazuha, however - well, she had tilted her head to the side in that really cute way of hers - at this point, Inner Romantic Heiji was being chased around by the Inner Violent Heiji, who was wielding a katana that was twice his size - and she was mouthing, "You okay?"
Inner Violent Heiji smacked Inner Romantic Heiji squarely on the head.
"Yeah," he muttered, waving her off.
Inner Romantic Heiji got up weakly and murmured something about cherries and vanilla and lips and tongues.
Inner Violent Heiji raised his katana -
- blushed rapidly at the images flooding his brain -
- and died -
Heiji groaned and died with him.
-.-
At the end of the day, he found himself agreeing to go over to her house. Her invitation for free food had basically captured the attention of Inner Greedy Heiji and before he knew it he was following her down the sidewalk, watching her ponytail bounce up and down as she walked.
"Heiji?" She turned her head slightly, meeting his gaze before looking back ahead of her, "what was up with you in class today?"
Heiji tripped.
He barely caught himself, with Inner Violent Heiji muttering not-so-nice things in his head.
"Wha - What do you mean?"
Kazuha eyed him strangely. "Well, you kept looking at -"
Inner Worrywart Heiji cringed - please don't say "me", please don't say "me" -
" - something," Kazuha finished, still eyeing him oddly. "And you looked like you were in pain. It was creepy."
You're creepy, Inner Violent Heiji retorted.
"I wasn't looking at anything," Heiji denied it, like hell he'd ever tell her he was looking at her lips..
Kazuha twitched. "You were staring at something. Shuiichi-kun told me that you were looking at me, but that can't be right - " Red splotches colored her cheeks. Inner Violent Heiji narrowed his eyes and tightened his grip on his katana.
Inner Romantic Heiji got a hold of his tongue and by god, he would not let go, no matter how much Inner Violent Heiji beat him. "Why wouldn't that be right?" Heiji's eyes widened as the words escaped him.
Kazuha blinked, obviously flustered. "Well - I mean - "
Inner Violent Heiji: smacksmacksmacksmacksmacksmack!
God, Inner Romantic Heiji had a tougher skull than Inner Violent Heiji had given him credit for. I.R.H. just barreled right on, despite the fact that there was a slightly(?) insane copy of him currently trying to crack his skull open - "Anyway, your lips are all shiny 'cause of...what is it, some kind of new lip gloss or something?"
Kazuha blinked at him, rapidly. Then she muttered something along the lines of, "...so he noticed."
Inner Jealous Heiji took over for Inner Romantic Heiji. Inner Violent Heiji then proceeded to beat the crap out of Inner Romantic Heiji. "Well, who didn't notice? All the guys were friggin looking at you the entire day!"
"...." Kazuha stared.
Heiji finally regained control of his own mouth, making Inner Violent Heiji grow three feet taller and effectively stomping Inner Jealous and Romantic Heiji with one foot. "...not that I care or anything," he quickly mumbled, finding the sidewalk extremely interesting now. "...if they want to look at you, then fine..."
Inner Jealous Heiji raised his head weakly from underneath Inner Violent Heiji - "But I'm the only one who should get to look at you!"
Inner Violent Heiji deflated.
Kazuha gaped.
Inner Romantic Heiji cheered.
Heiji wished he had a gun.
"What?" Kazuha said, weakly. Heiji noticed that she looked like she might faint, and even though his mind was screaming at him to stay away from her stay away from her stay away from her she's the reason you're feeling this way so go away go away run run run - he moved closer to her, in case she did faint..
"I..." And that was all he could say. This wasn't Inner Violent Heiji; this wasn't Inner Romantic Heiji; this wasn't even Inner Timid Heiji - this was all of his inner selves, melded into one. This was Heiji-Heiji. "I don't know.." he finally said, not quite looking at her, not just yet.
"What do you mean?" she pressed on, all sorts of different emotions sparkling in her eyes. " - you... what..." She shook her head violently.
Heiji felt the frustration building up inside of him. Why? Why couldn't he explain it? "It's - it's your lip gloss!" he finally burst out, savagely.
She furrowed her brow. "My - what?"
"Your stupid lip gloss!" he repeated, emotions pouring out of him even as he struggled to keep them in check. "Because - because it looks really good on you, okay? It makes your lips all - all shiny-looking, and... and god, 'zuha, you looked good enough before, but now that - now that you've got that stuff on, you look - you look better - and - and you wanna know what the hell I was looking at in class? I was looking at you, you and - you and your goddamned lips -"
Kazuha was just staring at him.
" - and - and - " He kept looking at her, blood pumping in his ears, adrenaline rushing madly through him. "Just - just - come here already, will you?" And stepped closer to her, pulling her to him roughly. She started, but there was no fear in her face, something he was grateful for, even in the heat of the moment. He hesitated for the tiniest of moments, eyes roaming her face, swallowing, "Don't - don't hit me for this," he warned her, and as she opened her mouth to ask him what, he'd already pressed his lips against hers and was kissing her.
He hadn't realized how much he'd wanted this until now.
He pulled away, and she touched her lips, still not saying a word.
"It tastes like raspberry candy," he said.
She nodded. "...'cause I know you like raspberries.."
"Ah."
Awkward silence.
It didn't last long, because Inner Possessive and Inner Romantic Heiji joined forces and before he knew it, Heiji was kissing her again.
Not that he minded.
- fin -