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29 April 2007 @ 01:56 pm
Ghost of a Chance (30 Hugs: Heiji/Kazuha)  
Title: Ghost of a Chance
Fandom: Detective Conan
Theme: #13—euthanasia
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: The building was allegedly haunted. But Kazuha didn’t really believe it…right?

The door to Kazuha’s dorm room opened.

She looked up, fully expecting to see someone standing there (possibly her roommate), or perhaps Heiji, coming to pick a fight (the ahou didn’t know how to knock), or even one of her newfound college friends—it seemed a little odd that one of them would just walk in without knocking, but she had said that they were always welcome.

So she was surprised when the door opened about a third of the way…and stopped.

And there was no one there.

A bit surprised, she got up and went to the door and peered out into the hallway. It was void of people and sound; it was early afternoon, so most people were probably either in class or at lunch.

Kazuha frowned, but shrugged it off and closed the door again. But as she turned around, she caught a glimpse of the clock and realized that it was actually getting to the time where she herself needed to be getting to class. Already forgetting the door incident, she went to gather her supplies…

To find that the power cord for her laptop wasn’t where she’d left it.

A quick search later, she located it…on her bed. First of all, she knew for certain that she hadn’t left it there. And secondly, she always coiled hers up a different way. Well, that was kind of strange…

But she didn’t have a whole lot of time to ponder over it. She had to get to class! Again pushing the strange happenings from her mind, she gathered her things and shoved them into her bag. She paused long enough to turn the air conditioner on so the room would be nice and cool when she got back, and headed out, locking the door behind her.

She got to class a few minutes early and pulled out her various supplies while getting into a conversation with one of the upperclassmen she’d befriended early on. And for a lack of other conversation topics, Kazuha casually mentioned the strange experience with the door and the power cord. She expected a chuckle and maybe a comment about the weirdness.

Instead, she got wide eyes and a dropped jaw in response. “What?” Kazuha asked, confused.

Her friend, Hana, looked around before leaning in to whisper conspiratorially, “…it’s Hikaru.”

“Who’s Hikaru?” Kazuha asked.

“You haven’t heard? The dorm you live in is haunted—we call the ghost Hikaru,” Hana explained with a grin. “The story goes that her house stood where the dorm is now. Supposedly, she went nutso from lead poisoning and jumped off her roof. She haunted her house, and then when they tore that down and built the dorm, she just moved in. I think room three-oh-five is supposed to be her home base.”

Kazuha’s eyes went really wide.

It took Hana a minute to get it. “…you live in three-oh-five, don’t you?”

Kazuha nodded.

The older girl grinned. “Then I think you’re going to make a new friend, aren’t ya?” She winked and turned her focus to the front as the professor entered and started class.

Kazuha, however, wasn’t paying the slightest bit of attention to the material at hand. She was a little more preoccupied with the idea that there was a third person (in a manner of speaking) occupying her dorm room. Not that she was scared or anything, no way, nuh-uh, never.

Still, she had to admit that it was awfully weird when she came back to her room after class and found the door locked, but the air conditioning was off. And she knew for a fact that her roommate hadn’t been back—her roommate had taken off early to go home for the coming weekend.


Kazuha told Heiji about it as they were finishing up a late-night snack in the dining area.

And his reaction was pretty much what she had expected.

“You…you actually believe that?”

Yup. He laughed hard enough to choke on the last bite of his sandwich. Maybe she shouldn’t have told him the story while he was chewing a mouthful of food…oh well. He deserved it for laughing at her.

She waited until he’d calmed down (and dislodged the food from his throat) before leveling a full glare at him. “It’s not funny—I’m telling you, my room is haunted!”

“Kazuha…there’s no such thing as ghosts!” Heiji told her, shaking his head and getting up from the table. He gathered the remains of their snacking, still chuckling to himself, and led her towards the door. “I mean it—you’ve said some stupid stuff in the past, but this takes the cake.”

Kazuha valiantly resisted the urge to swat him in the face, and instead went about picking up their styrofoam glasses to deposit in the garbage can before meeting him at the door. “You’re not listening. I know what I saw and heard, Heiji. It really happened—something weird’s going on in my dorm.”

“Good god, ahou…” he shook his head, leading the way out of the building.

It was dark outside, and getting late. When she’d asked if he wanted to grab a snack, it had already been dark. And in a rare display of gentlemanly behavior, Heiji walked her back to her dorm in spite of the fact that it was a bit out of his way.

And the argument continued—Heiji insisting that Kazuha was losing her mind, and Kazuha telling Heiji of a few questionable things he could do with a machete and some dental floss, and both making extensive use of the word ‘ahou.’ Just more of the usual.

They were approaching her building, nearing the door directly down from her room. And Heiji was obviously getting frustrated by what he saw as a refusal to listen to reason. Finally, he wheeled on her and shouted, “For the last time, ahou, there’s no such thing as this ‘Hikaru’ person!”

The light at the top of the fire escape went off.

Kazuha looked at it for a minute before stomping off. “God, you’re IMPOSSIBLE!” She heard Heiji calling after her, and hollered back, “I hope Hikaru eats you, you ahou!” And she threw open the door and went inside with the intention of going to her room, crawling into bed, and not moving until Monday.

Happy Friday, indeed.

It was that third flight of stairs that always got her, and by the time she got there, she was slightly winded. The regular lights in the hallway were off, with only the emergency lights for illumination.

…strange. Why were the doors moving like that? There was no one around—and she doubted everyone would be moving their doors like that at the same time or anything. So what…

Kazuha stood frozen in the hallway, looking around with wide eyes, as the doors up and down the hallway started to move. The doorknobs rattled as the doors began opening and closing by themselves. The heavy lounge door shook in its frame.

This went on for several seconds, though it felt like three or four eternities.

And then suddenly, all the doors slammed shut, and it all went still and quiet.

Enough was enough.

She turned and ran down the stairs, jumping them three at a time in her panic. Finally, she flew through the door and back into the night air. Whirling around, she took a few deep breaths to try and calm herself down. Then she fumbled into her pocket for her cell phone and made a call.

“’lo?” a familiar voice answered after two rings.

“Heiji?” she gasped into the mouthpiece. “Yeah. Listen, do me a favor. Get your ass over here.”


“Kazuha, you’re being ridiculous.”

“No, I’m not! The rumors are true!”

“There’s no such thing as ghosts.”

“Then explain that door!” Kazuha huffed. She threw open the door to her room—the same door that had earlier decided to open on its own. “Doors don’t open by themselves, genius!”

“Maybe the building shifted or something?” Heiji suggested, following her into the room and closing the Door of Creepy. “Maybe someone twisted the knob as they walked by? There are a million ways that door could have opened on its own. You’re being ridiculous.”

Kazuha glared at him, then sighed and turned back to her room, haphazardly dropping her bag on the floor by the desk and kicking her shoes off. “Whatever. I’m going to…oh crap…” She looked around, then turned back to Heiji with wide eyes. “Do you want to stay here tonight?”

Heiji’s mouth had been open for an obvious rebuttal, but closed it again with a click. “…what?”

“My roommate went home for the weekend,” she explained quickly, nervously wringing her hands in front of her. “And I really really REALLY don’t want to stay here by myself…or not so much by myself. Anyway—please don’t leave me here alone? Please?” For good measure, she threw him a big pair of good ol’ sad puppy dog eyes.

He stared at her for a moment, then seemed to completely grasp that she was actually serious. And slowly, he nodded. “Okay…if you’re sure it’s okay. I mean, if you’re really that scared. Ahou.” He threw the jibe in just for good measure, of course.

Still, she crossed the space between them and threw her arms around his torso for a tight hug. “Thank you! Thank you thank you thank you!” She released him quickly and then raised an eyebrow. “Now turn around please. I need to change.”


When Kazuha had asked Heiji to stay the night, she had forgotten one itty bitty but ever so crucial little tiny detail: he had to sleep somewhere. He refused to sleep on the floor, and she wasn’t about to foist him off onto her roommate’s bed (there were limits, thank you very much). Which really left one option.

A very, very cozy option.

“I can’t believe this…” she muttered into her pillow, feeling the lofted bed sway slightly as someone joined her. “I can’t freakin’ believe it…”

“Hey, I can always leave,” Heiji shot back, squirming to find a comfortable position.

“Stay put.”

It took a minute to find a comfortable position. Finally, they seemed to comprehend that they’d have an easier time of it if they were to actually have physical contact, and at last found a comfortable post, curled together, as awkward as it was. But once they were both organized in a way that lent itself to actual sleeping, they realized that they‘d forgotten something very, very important.

The lights were still on.

“Aww, dammit,” Heiji sighed. “I’ll get it.” He started to sit up…

…and stopped as one of the CDs Kazuha had so carefully hung on the wall by the door fell off.

And somehow managed to hit the light switch dead-on.

And turned the lights off, plunging the room into darkness.

For a moment, neither of the two moved.

But finally, Kazuha couldn’t quite contain herself anymore. “Well, genius?”

Heiji cleared his throat loudly. “…that doesn’t mean anything…”

PS. Believe it or not, this is another BOATS fic. Based On A True Story. My dorm is allegedly haunted by a ghost we affectionately call Mary Swope. The above story was a compilation of several experiences, including mine, my friend ashleymouse and a couple of my dorm neighbors. I think it’s fun, but other people think it’s uber-creepy. Anyway, Ashley gave me her permission and blessing to use her story in a fic. Praise her, I say! I trust her with my firstborn, and I do believe her. And for the record, the thing with the CD? Actually happened. Yeah. Take it how you will :)

I also stretched the theme a little bit for "euthanasia" to be a reference to suicide. Not one hundred percent correct, but...yeah. Just making it work how I need it to. Thanks for reading, everyone. Much love!

purplepythonpurplepython on November 24th, 2010 06:24 am (UTC)

I... I'm just gonna go hide now. I'm rather frightened of ghoulies, ghosties, and long-legged beasties, see. Though, this one sounds rather harmless, really...

Meh. Still afraid. Dress me in a schoolgirl outfit and call me Mouri Ran. :P