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29 April 2007 @ 02:14 pm
Dozing Off (30 Hugs: Heiji/Kazuha)  
Title: Dozing Off
Fandom: Detective Conan
Theme: #15— fait des beaux reves; sweet dreams
Pairing: Hattori Heiji/Toyama Kazuha
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan or any related characters. They belong to Gosho Aoyama. I simply throw fruit at them, take pictures, and call it modern art. Critics love me.
Summary: No good. She was sound asleep.



The first sign that something was amiss came at the movie’s end, when the romantic couple had their passionate embrace and Kazuha didn’t say a word. No wistful sigh, no squeal of delight, no murmurs of how romantic it was. Nothing.

The second sign was when he audibly snorted at the aforementioned romantic scene, yet received no smack on the arm, no swat to the back of the head, and no incensed call of ‘ahou’ at his lack of appreciation for…whatever it was he was supposed to be appreciating, he really wasn’t sure.

And the final clue came when Kazuha suddenly tilted over sideways, winding up with her head leaning precariously on his shoulder. It didn’t take a detective to figure out that she had fallen asleep.

Heiji’s first reaction (and probably his trademark one) was righteous indignation. How dare she fall asleep! She was the one who wanted to watch this dumb movie in the first place—she wouldn’t shut up about how romantic it was supposed to be and blah blah blah all sorts of other girly stuff.

His second reaction (also in the true Heiji fashion) was a bit delayed. But when it finally hit, it went more along the lines of …ho SHIZ she’s on my shoulder panic panic ack whatdoIdo?

Making a quick decision, he slipped out from under her, catching her shoulders to ease her down to the couch cushions; all the while, he prayed that she wouldn’t wake up while he was holding her like that. That would be awkward. Luckily, while she did shift a bit and mumble, she didn’t open her eyes, and as soon as she was lying down, she went straight back into a deeper sleep.

There. Now he could wake her up in good conscience—and get in some heckling while he was at it! “Kazuha,” he called softly. Getting no reaction, he tried again. “Kazuha!” Still nothing. Getting irritated, he reached out and gave her shoulder a solid shake. “Oi, ahou!”

And finally, Kazuha moved.

She caught his arm with one hand and rolled over, wrapping both of her arms tightly around his wrist and holding it with all the possessiveness of a child with a favorite doll. When she settled again, she was facing the back of the couch, his arm trapped by hers against her chest. Heiji was left half-standing, half-kneeling beside the couch with his upper body half-draped over hers, staring in shock at this unexpected turn of events.

No good.

…actually, very bad. If she woke up and found him laying across her like that, it would not bode well for him. Not at all. No matter the reason for the position, she would probably kill him on principle.

Not good.

Heiji’s mind was running in little circles—and why did his face feel so warm all of a sudden?

Kazuha…such an ahou. She couldn’t even sleep without being annoying!

If she woke up and found him like this, it would somehow be his fault.

The ahou.

He should just pull loose, and then give her hell when she woke up as a result.

Stupid ahou.

And…wow, he was startled to feel himself yawn. It was getting late, after all.

Hmm…maybe if he just closed his eyes for a minute, he’d be all right. Yes, that was a good idea.

Just for a minute…

Without really meaning to or planning to, he let his head droop forward to rest against Kazuha’s shoulder. Not the most comfortable pillow he’d ever had, but still, it was surprisingly cozy.

Heiji yawned again and shut his eyes.

Just for a minute…

-o-


When Kazuha woke up, she felt something strange: a weight against her shoulders. As she drew more and more to wakefulness, she opened her eyes…and realized that the weight was Heiji. A sleeping Heiji, no less. And just as quickly, he realized that the reason he was sort of laying across her like that was because she was holding onto his arm hard enough to cut off the circulation.

For a minute, she didn’t move—she didn’t have a clue what to do.

Finally, she sighed…and smiled. It was sweet to see him asleep sometimes—he looked so calm, so peaceful, almost adorable…and it was the one time she could be around him and be guaranteed that he wasn’t going to be a complete asshat. A win-win situation if there ever was one.

Kazuha listened to his breathing, felt his warmth…and closed her eyes with a contented sigh. She was so comfortable. Sweet dreams, Heiji… she thought, letting herself drop off once more.



PS. Whee, another one! Sorry about the hiatus, everyone. Been busy and burned out lately, so I took a break. But I’m back and feeling a lot better and in the mood to write! VICTORY POSE!! Yah, I know. Bad author, no biscuit. Only eight more for this challenge, and two of them are in varying stages of completion.

L’anyhoodle, I hope you liked the little ficlet, and hope you’ll come back for the next eight. Thanks for reading, everyone! Much love!