Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Heiji/Kazuha (General series)
Word Count: 1271 words
Author's Notes: I do not own Detective Conan. It all belongs to Gosho Aoyama. I simply borrow the characters, tie them up, and dance them around like life-sized puppets. I do wish they’d stop complaining.
Summary: It was something about the cherry blossoms… Heiji/Kazuha
The cherry blossoms were falling, and so Kazuha packed them a picnic lunch and suggested they go out to the park to watch. She also told Heiji (in no uncertain terms) to leave his cell phone at home. Even if it was for just this one afternoon, she was determined that they would not be interrupted by a call to a murder.
And for once, Heiji agreed.
They made their way to the park; the place was already swarmed with people, all there for the same reason. Still, they were lucky enough to find a perfect spot right underneath a particularly lovely tree. Heiji took the blanket and spread it out over the grass, and they sprawled out on it. For once, there was relatively little conversation between them. They ate quietly and simply watched the pink-white flowers float from the trees to the ground.
When the last bites had been chewed and swallowed and the remnants packed away in the basket, they sat there and observed. It was so lovely and peaceful; it felt like they were the only two people there, despite the fact that there were possibly hundreds of people wandering the area.
Kazuha tilted her head back and looked straight up towards the sky. “Beautiful…”
Heiji turned to look at her with his mouth open to agree…but the words died on his tongue as he looked at her. She was leaning back, looking up as the blossoms fell around her. A few were even caught in her hair, resting on her skin and shoulders, standing out against the dark green of her shirt. Her eyes were shining, her lips pulled back into the softest of smiles.
She made for quite a pretty picture.
And suddenly Heiji found himself in a moment between two times. There was the now, where she was an adult and a beautiful young woman and he knew he loved her…and there was the then, when he caught a glimpse of a girl in a kimono playing with a ball and singing. Two different scenes of the same person from different times intermingled, connected by cherry blossoms.
He felt himself smile at the memory, the realization that the girl he had seen then was the one he loved now.
Finally, I can see you.
A hand touching his shoulder brought him back, and he realized that she had caught him staring. “W-what?”
Kazuha raised an eyebrow at him. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
She didn’t look convinced as she brushed a few petals from her hair. “Maybe we should go home…” And somehow Heiji knew that the question hadn’t been dropped yet…
He turned out to be right. When they walked inside, she brought it up again. “What was up with you?” she asked, setting the basket on the counter. “You were just sort of…staring.”
Heiji smiled. “Nothing…”
“No. Not nothing. Something!” Kazuha put her hands on her hips. “You were staring at me, so I can assume it had something to do with me. So I have a right to know what’s going through that head of yours.”
He regarded her silently for a moment. “Do you really want to know?” It was something he had thought about the entire way home. Should he tell her about it? Should he just let it stay in the past? It really had no bearing on things now, but at the same time…it did. And if he was going to get like this every time he saw her anywhere near cherry blossoms, maybe it would be wise to tell her the reason why.
“Yes. I do.”
“All right,” he shrugged and plopped down on the couch. She followed and sat down next to him, sitting sideways so she could look at him properly. He waited until she was situated, then said, “Do you remember my first love?”
The wince that flickered across her face was impossible to miss. “Yes, I do. You told me about her. Sort of. You met her in Kyoto, right?”
“Right. Did I ever tell you that I found out who she was?”
Kazuha’s eyes widened to almost double their normal size. “W-what? You did? When?”
Although he was pretty sure he knew what kind of thoughts were flashing through her mind and that none of them were true, it was sort of amusing to watch her freak out. “Back during that case with the Genzihotaru in Kyoto.”
She opened and closed her mouth a couple of times before she seemed to decide on which question to ask first. “Who is she? Do you ever see her? Do you talk to her? What’s her name—what’s she like? Is she pretty—“ That was when Kazuha seemed to realize exactly what she was saying and what it sounded like, and put her fingers over her mouth to stop herself from saying anything further.
Heiji couldn’t quite keep himself from smiling. “Are you okay?”
“Fine!” she squeaked—literally. Her voice on that one syllable was probably high enough to crack glass. But she cleared her throat loudly and spoke again, this time at her normal pitch. “So. Tell me about her.”
“What do you want to know?” he asked, enjoying this far more than he should have.
“Well…what’s she like?”
“What’s she like? Well…” he sat back and pretended to think. “She’s usually pretty nice, but she has a stubborn streak in her a mile wide, and if she gets angry, you probably don’t want to get in her way. She’ll kill you. She usually doesn’t take a lot of crap from anyone.”
Kazuha’s eyes were slowly getting wider. “I see…is she pretty?” There was a suspicious quality to her tone.
“Yes, she is quite pretty,” he said glibly.
“Oh…” was all Kazuha said.
Heiji couldn’t quite contain himself anymore. “Do you want to meet her?”
Now she looked startled. “Meet her? I—I mean, sure! Why not?”
He jumped up and grabbed her hand. “Come on!”
“Wait! You mean right now?” Kazuha gaped. “But—Heiji, it’s late! And shouldn’t we call first?”
“Oh, don’t worry,” he said, pulling her off the couch. He turned her around and put his hands over her eyes. “Okay, now we’re ready. Time to move, walk forward, one foot in front of the other!” He was really enjoying this.
“Heiji, what the hell are you doing?” she yelped as he dragged her along by her head. Finally, they came to a stop, and she folded her arms. “You are psychotic, you know that?”
“Ready to meet my first love?” Heiji asked.
“…I guess so,” Kazuha said; there was no mistaking her bewilderment.
Heiji removed his hands from her eyes and walked back towards the kitchen.
Kazuha blinked. “Heiji?”
“What do you mean by…” she trailed off as she seemed to get it. “Oh…” In the hallway mirror, her reflection echoed her look of comprehension. She stared at herself for a long moment, understanding something she only now realized she had forgotten.
Finally, I can see you.
He had said that in the train station after the Genzihotaru case, and refused to explain it. Now she knew.
But then…everything he had just said and done when she was asking about the mysterious First Love…
She turned to look towards the kitchen, where he was cheerfully downing a bottle of water. Despite the fact that he had the beverage to his lips, she could see that he was smiling. And she felt herself smile in return, in spite of the fact that he had…
“Heiji…” Kazuha shook her head slightly. “You asshole.”
PS. Ah, bliss. Heiji is an ass in this, I know. But it was fun. Anyway, thanks for reading, all! Much love!