Fandom: Detective Conan
Theme: #1—hazel eyes
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: Does it really bother you that much…that I worry about you?
It was more of the same, just another day in their usual ritual, another moment in their long tradition of angry, heated arguments that more often than not were over nothing of any importance.
In keeping with their tradition, they were hollering at each other at the top of their lungs. The insult could almost have been considered their pet-name for one another, though the ferocity of their words continued to grow in anger. This was turning into a particularly vicious argument, a far cry from their usual petty bickering. And as with so many of their squabbles, neither of them could really remember what had sparked the actual anger, though they did know what had started the argument. There was a difference.
The initial discussion had been over one of Heiji’s latest case, though—he’d had to actually chase down a particularly vicious serial killer, and though he’d succeeded in making the collar, he’d been injured in the ensuing struggle. It wasn’t anything really life-threatening, but it was serious enough that he required immediate hospitalization for blood loss.
The minute he’d been released from the hospital, Kazuha had been waiting for him. As soon as she knew for certain that he was okay and wasn’t going to keel over and die on her without warning, the lecture began. Before long, it had led into a full-blown fight, far more than their usual exchanges.
“Would you stop hovering over my shoulder?” Heiji said angrily, in regards to her suggestion that he needed someone to watch out for him. “You’re not my mother, stop telling me what to do!”
“You obviously can’t take care of yourself!” she growled in response; her face was flushed crimson with fury. “Somebody has to look after you! What’s next, are you going to get yourself killed?”
“Get off my back!”
“Well, excuse me for worrying about you!” Kazuha screamed right into his face. Her hands were clenched dangerously into white-knuckled fists at her sides.
“I don’t want you worrying about me, now leave me alone!” he snapped, finally whirling around to storm off, most likely to go off and brood and mope somewhere until tempers had sufficiently cooled.
In spite of himself, he paused at the sound of his name. Her tone had changed dramatically in the past few seconds, and that alone was enough to make him halt in his tracks.
“…does it really bother you that much?” Her voice was small now, the anger gone.
Startled, Heiji turned to face her. “Does what bother me that much?”
Kazuha’s eyes were downcast, her expression unusually somber. “…that I worry about you?”
Heiji opened his mouth…and shut it again with a snap, realizing that he didn’t have a clue what to say. When he made to speak again, it was a bit more cautious, but definitely no more intelligent. “What?”
She raised her green eyes to meet his surprised gaze head-on. “You just always seem to get so irritated when I get concerned, and…I mean, detective work can be dangerous, and I just…I just…” she started in a rush, but trailed off at the end, leaving the thought unfinished.
Heiji’s mouth hung open in slack-jawed amazement.
“I do worry about you,” she went on quietly; her expression had softened into gentle affection. “I know we fight all the time and you annoy the hell out of me sometimes, but…you’re my best friend, Heiji, and I don’t want anything to happen to you. And you do have a habit of ending up in the hospital—don’t argue, you know it’s true. It always scares me because I never know if you’re okay. Heiji, if something happened to you…”
“Kazuha…” he said her name without intending to.
She fidgeted uneasily and kept her gaze strictly on the floor, twisting her hands nervously together in front of her. “Do you understand? Can you understand? No matter what you say, I’m going to worry about you—and I know you worry about me, too, ahou, please don’t try to deny it. If you mean what you said, though…I can’t just stop worrying about you, no matter what you say. So…”
“No, I didn’t…” Heiji cleared his throat noisily and shifted his eyes. “I didn’t mean it.”
Kazuha hadn’t planned on moving. She really hadn’t. But before she realized what she was doing, she was pressed against him, her arms reaching under his arms to form a tight loop around his torso, her forehead planted in his shoulder. Though she hadn’t intended to hug him, she was still subconsciously very careful to hold onto his upper torso in a way that wouldn’t aggravate the injury that had landed him in the emergency room.
“Heiji…don’t scare me like that anymore…you idiot…I don’t want you to get hurt…”
Intellectually, Heiji didn’t have a clue what to do; instinctively, though, his body just moved on its own. His nervous hands made their shaky way to return the act, his fingers splayed across her lower back. When he realized that she wasn’t letting go—she was that scared—he felt a bit more courage, and tightened his hold; his cheek came to rest against her hair. It was embarrassing, but…he really didn’t mind as much as he probably should have.
“Don’t worry,” he said softly, trying to find the words to ease her concerns.
“I told you, I can’t help it.”
“Hey, I’m not dead yet.”
“That’s because you’re the world’s luckiest SOB.”
“Don’t be difficult,” he said, pushing her shoulders back so she had to look up at him. “Come on.”
Green eyes spoke volumes of that same worry, the concern for him that was always present…but she nodded slowly. Her gaze dropped, and one hand reached down, one finger lightly tracing a line over his side to feel the bandage beneath his shirt. “If you ever scare me like that again…Heiji, if you die, I swear I’ll kill you myself.”
Heiji chuckled, realizing that they were okay. “Kazuha, I would pay money to see that.”
PS. Random little plunnie, very short. Not a clue where it came from, but I thought it was kind of sweet. The “if you die, I’ll kill you line” was inspired by someone’s LJ icon, and I can’t remember whose! Hope you enjoyed it. And now…I’m off to Europe. WHEE! I'll respond to any comments when I get back. Thanks and much love to all, see you in a week! CIAO! Germany and Austria, here I come!
*skips off merrily with suitcase in hand*