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dcmk_yaoi^_^ well today's my birthday so I wrote myself a fanfic as a gift. And thought I ought to share it with you. Well no, actually my beta commanded me to, so I hope you like it ^_^**
Pairing: no real pairing, Sort of HeiCon/Shin?
Rating; pg? it's pretty tame, only a few curse words....
preview: In his mind, there was one person that terrified him more than anyone else.
Conan wasn't afraid of much. He was afraid of being revealed. He was afraid of his friends being hurt or killed or maimed. He was afraid of Org. He was afraid of never being cured. But all of those, all of those things he could ignore- pretend to ignore anyway. It didn't make them less real, but they were manageable fears. Recently, however, he found a fear that just thinking about it made his bones feel cold.
In his mind, there was one person that terrified him more than anyone else.
And his name was Hattori Heiji.
It was laughable. Hattori, with his cheerful grin and friendly nature. The one who never treated him like a child, who understood his thoughts better than anyone else. Who genuinely wanted to be around him and hear what he had to say. The person who tracked him down when Shinichi had disappeared and even managed to qualify for a contest that hundreds of die-hard Sherlock Holmes fans applied for despite not caring much for the subject because all he cared about was 'finding Kudo'.
The one who covered for him, fought for him and even almost died for him. There wasn't anything the Osakan detective wouldn't do to help his friend.
And that was the problem. That was what terrified Conan.
Because it was true. Utterly, completely, horribly true.
He couldn't remember how he first realized the level of devotion his friend had for him. Just that one day he was joking around with the darker teen and then something fell into place so that he was left staring wide-eyed at the other detective.
Everyone should have a limit, he told himself. Ran did. In fact there were a great many- healthy- lines she would never cross for him. For Conan or Shinichi.
In fact there was even a prime example of a limit Ran wouldn't cross that Heiji hadn't hesitated in ignoring.
When Makoto had nearly killed the reporter, he remembered seeing Hattori hiding the impostor in the car trunk. He remembered how Ran and the others tried to convince the Osakan to turn 'Shinichi' in. That it wasn't right to hide evidence and manipulate a crime scene. He'd been so focused on the case he hadn't even realized the implications of Hattori's actions there.
Heiji would have helped him get away with murder.
No, the reporter hadn't died, and it hadn't really been him in the first place- but it could have been.
And there had been a number of times Heiji had come to his aid, katana in hand. It too was almost laughable. Him with a stupid soccer ball, while Heiji armed himself with a real, battle ready sword? And he had used it too. No hesitation there. Always in defense, but still.
Heiji would kill for him.
And there were all those near misses. Times where it should've been him. Heiji in the hospital because of a stab wound that should have been his. And the Osakan hadn't ever, ever hesitated to take his place. Not once did he ever catch a sign of regret on those warm dark features.
Heiji would die for him.
He was supposed to be a good guy. In fact, Conan had always considered him one of the best. Somehow untouchable, like samurai or knights in children's picture books. Even Hakuba had a tinge of gray- especially in cases of Kaito KID. He had it too, he was sure of it.
But Heiji? The teen had always seemed so untouchably Good.
Except, for Kudo, he'd lie. And he'd conceal and kill and die.
He'd even asked once. "Where would you stop? Don't you have a limit?" The teen detective had just blinked at him, like the thought had never crossed his mind.
That scared him. That scared him a lot.
That went beyond partnership and friendship. He wasn't sure what it was, because he sure as hell didn't earn that level of- Devotion? Obsession?
He wasn't sure if he could do the same. And worse, Heiji seemed to accept that. Unquestioningly.
So there was one person that could put ice cold terror into Conan's blood. That kept him up at night thinking of possible scenario after scenario. That friendly smile and loyalty that sent shivers up his spine. Because all this time and he almost hadn't noticed. Now that he had, he could see that the other wouldn't stop. Didn't want to even humor the thought.
So out of all the people Kudo Shinichi or Edogawa Conan had ever met, the good guys and the very, very bad: Hattori Heiji was absolutely, without rival, the most terrifying.
~fin
Pairing: no real pairing, Sort of HeiCon/Shin?
Rating; pg? it's pretty tame, only a few curse words....
preview: In his mind, there was one person that terrified him more than anyone else.
Conan wasn't afraid of much. He was afraid of being revealed. He was afraid of his friends being hurt or killed or maimed. He was afraid of Org. He was afraid of never being cured. But all of those, all of those things he could ignore- pretend to ignore anyway. It didn't make them less real, but they were manageable fears. Recently, however, he found a fear that just thinking about it made his bones feel cold.
In his mind, there was one person that terrified him more than anyone else.
And his name was Hattori Heiji.
It was laughable. Hattori, with his cheerful grin and friendly nature. The one who never treated him like a child, who understood his thoughts better than anyone else. Who genuinely wanted to be around him and hear what he had to say. The person who tracked him down when Shinichi had disappeared and even managed to qualify for a contest that hundreds of die-hard Sherlock Holmes fans applied for despite not caring much for the subject because all he cared about was 'finding Kudo'.
The one who covered for him, fought for him and even almost died for him. There wasn't anything the Osakan detective wouldn't do to help his friend.
And that was the problem. That was what terrified Conan.
Because it was true. Utterly, completely, horribly true.
He couldn't remember how he first realized the level of devotion his friend had for him. Just that one day he was joking around with the darker teen and then something fell into place so that he was left staring wide-eyed at the other detective.
Everyone should have a limit, he told himself. Ran did. In fact there were a great many- healthy- lines she would never cross for him. For Conan or Shinichi.
In fact there was even a prime example of a limit Ran wouldn't cross that Heiji hadn't hesitated in ignoring.
When Makoto had nearly killed the reporter, he remembered seeing Hattori hiding the impostor in the car trunk. He remembered how Ran and the others tried to convince the Osakan to turn 'Shinichi' in. That it wasn't right to hide evidence and manipulate a crime scene. He'd been so focused on the case he hadn't even realized the implications of Hattori's actions there.
Heiji would have helped him get away with murder.
No, the reporter hadn't died, and it hadn't really been him in the first place- but it could have been.
And there had been a number of times Heiji had come to his aid, katana in hand. It too was almost laughable. Him with a stupid soccer ball, while Heiji armed himself with a real, battle ready sword? And he had used it too. No hesitation there. Always in defense, but still.
Heiji would kill for him.
And there were all those near misses. Times where it should've been him. Heiji in the hospital because of a stab wound that should have been his. And the Osakan hadn't ever, ever hesitated to take his place. Not once did he ever catch a sign of regret on those warm dark features.
Heiji would die for him.
He was supposed to be a good guy. In fact, Conan had always considered him one of the best. Somehow untouchable, like samurai or knights in children's picture books. Even Hakuba had a tinge of gray- especially in cases of Kaito KID. He had it too, he was sure of it.
But Heiji? The teen had always seemed so untouchably Good.
Except, for Kudo, he'd lie. And he'd conceal and kill and die.
He'd even asked once. "Where would you stop? Don't you have a limit?" The teen detective had just blinked at him, like the thought had never crossed his mind.
That scared him. That scared him a lot.
That went beyond partnership and friendship. He wasn't sure what it was, because he sure as hell didn't earn that level of- Devotion? Obsession?
He wasn't sure if he could do the same. And worse, Heiji seemed to accept that. Unquestioningly.
So there was one person that could put ice cold terror into Conan's blood. That kept him up at night thinking of possible scenario after scenario. That friendly smile and loyalty that sent shivers up his spine. Because all this time and he almost hadn't noticed. Now that he had, he could see that the other wouldn't stop. Didn't want to even humor the thought.
So out of all the people Kudo Shinichi or Edogawa Conan had ever met, the good guys and the very, very bad: Hattori Heiji was absolutely, without rival, the most terrifying.
~fin
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Date: 2010-04-30 07:10 am (UTC)I liked it. I didn't even realize this about Heiji until you pointed it out. xP
(Belated) happy birthday!
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Date: 2010-04-30 07:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-30 08:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-30 05:29 pm (UTC)And, you know, terrifying.
But perfect beyond words.
*hugs Conan* Poor chibi. But he picked you for a reason, you know. Every Yoshitsune needs a Benkei.
ETA: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
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Date: 2010-04-30 07:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-05 05:00 am (UTC)