Fandom: Detective Conan
Pairing: Hattori Heiji/Toyama Kazuha
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: Heiji noticed right away that Kazuha had new bedroom curtains…
Kazuha glanced up at the clock on her nightstand…and rocketed off the bed in a panic. The magazine she had been so engrossed in reading dropped to the floor, where it lay forgotten as she sprinted to her closet in search of clothes.
“Crap, when did it get so late?!” she murmured to herself as she started throwing things over her shoulder. Just her luck to lose track of time on a night when she and Heiji were supposed to go out for a bit. Well, go out in the literal sense, not going out on a Date. Just going to hang out together. That was all.
But now she had less than five minutes to make herself presentable before he got there, and she was still wearing her pajama pants and oversized T-shirt. Knowing him, he would decide to be on time just this once, if only to spite her. That was just his style—the man had made annoying into an art form, and she was his guinea pig.
No matter. She’d be ready in time if it killed her! There was no way in hell she was going to give him the satisfaction of having something he could hold over her head this early in the evening. Knowing him, he wouldn’t let go of it all night.
Finally deciding on a suitable ensemble, she ripped the T-shirt over her head and yanked the tube top down into place. Kicking the pajama pants haphazardly aside, she started to pull the jeans on…and hit an unexpected snag in her rushed preparations.
Funny, these jeans were a little bit tighter than she remembered them being the last time she’d worn them…which hadn’t been that long ago, had it? Now, logic would declare that she just grab a different pair of jeans. But Kazuha was a stubborn girl.
Furthermore, in the back of her mind, there was a clear recollection of some of Heiji’s more recent comments, questioning as to whether or not she should be eating that. Well, she’d show him.
With renewed purpose, Kazuha set about forcing herself into the noncompliant clothing.
Heiji was rather proud of himself. He wasn’t just on time, he was a couple minutes early. Wasn’t that just going to be one in Kazuha’s eye! She couldn’t yell at him if he wasn’t late. Smirking, he glanced up at her bedroom window. Even if she couldn’t see it, he could still start gloating.
The first thing he noticed then was that Kazuha had gotten new bedroom curtains. He noticed it right away for one very, very important reason. Namely, he could see that her bedroom light was on right through them. And…
Well, more importantly, he could see Kazuha’s shadow moving around in front of the window. She was just a silhouette, with no discernable features, but he could see her. And she was…what kind of movement was that, exactly? It looked like she was dancing.
Some strange dance that involved a lot of wiggling and hopping around.
All performed with her hands grappling somewhere at the vicinity of her hips and waist.
…Heiji was absolutely spellbound. He just stood there for the next couple of minutes, staring at the shadowed form doing what looked like a perfect belly-dancing routine in front of her bedroom curtains, totally unaware that she had an audience.
Finally, she hopped up and down a couple of times, and strolled away from the window. The light clicked off. Startled out of his stupor, Heiji sprinted for the door. By now, he was going to get there right on time. Still shaking his head to clear the strange thoughts gathering there, he jogged to the front door. He took a deep breath and knocked.
The door opened before he’d even lowered his hand from the initial knock. Kazuha was standing there, red-faced and breathing hard…fully decent. Or at least as decent as a tube-top and those particular jeans could be considered. “Hey!” she said breathlessly. “Ready to go?”
Heiji’s eyes immediately trailed downwards. How in God’s name had she managed to get into those jeans? Had she given up breathing in some bizarre attempt to look hot? Not that Kazuha could ever manage hot, no way, no how, uh-uh, never ever…
As she stepped past him, he got a very good look at exactly how those extremely fitted jeans hugged in all the right places, accenting the fact that she did, in fact, have some very visible curves. And…and…well, okay, maybe she could pull off that particular look. Sort of.
Not that he’d ever tell her that, of course.
He realized belatedly that it was his God-given duty to come up with something to say here. Something, anything, as long as it was snark. But even as Heiji dug down into the very bottom of his tar-blackened little heart, he came up dry.
And sometimes, God help him, the hot just wins.
“Heiji?” Kazuha was calling him now. “Are we going or what?”
“Yeah. Sure,” he replied hastily, jogging to catch up. Still, he was smirking to himself; after all, he was eighteen, and there was that whole hormone thing to contend with. Long may the days of our lives flow like sands through her hourglass…
PS. Okay, confession time. There’s a website called Go Fug Yourself, which usually mocks the worst of celebrity fashion. They are freakin’ hilarious—the “sands through her hourglass” line was swiped with love from when they were talking about a particular Selma Hayek ensemble. It was a very unusual dress, but they couldn’t snark her for one big reason: the woman is GORGEOUS.
Anyway, after the hugeness of the last one…we’re down to an itty-bitty plunnie. Hope you enjoyed it nonetheless. Thanks for reading, all. Much love!!