Fandom: Detective Conan
Friends: Kudo Shinichi/Edogawa Conan and Hattori Heiji
Theme: #18—some advice
Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan—all the characters belong to Gosho Aoyama. I just kidnapped them and hid them in my closet to keep them safe from…I dunno, something awful, I’m sure. Don’t worry, I feed them. Sometimes.
Summary: Give her something she can hit you with. She'll really like that!
When his cell phone rang, Shinichi flipped it open and balanced it between his shoulder and his cheek without even bothering to look at the screen and see who it was. Without taking his eyes from the book in his lap, he automatically intoned, “Kudo.”
“…you’re reading, aren’t you?”
He chuckled at the heavily-accented voice on the other end. “You’re getting better, Hattori.” He marked his page, closed his book, and set it aside to focus. “So what’s up? Any good cases?”
“That’s not what I’m calling about.”
Shinichi actually paused at that. Hattori…not calling to babble about a case?
“Then what do you need?”
Hattori wavered, then sighed. “I need some advice.”
“Okay.” Shinichi could already guess that this somehow involved Kazuha.
“It’s about Kazuha.”
Bingo! “What about her?”
“…well, I’ve got two days to figure out what I’m getting her.”
It took Shinichi a second to remember that it was almost White Day. “You don’t know yet?”
“No!” Judging by the background noise, Hattori was pacing as he spoke. “She gave me chocolate for Valentine’s Day, and it was actually edible—even though she made it herself—so I need to get her something. And if it’s not good, she’ll kill me.”
“I’d say that’s true.”
“So what should I get her?”
Shinichi thought a moment. “Something she can hit you with? That’ll make her really happy.”
“I’m just kidding. Now what does she like?”
“Aikido. Cooking. Arguing with me. Being stupid. Yelling at me.”
“So give her something that has to do with something she likes.”
There was a pause on Heiji’s end. “How in the hell am I supposed to do that?”
“Hattori, she’s your girlfriend—you know her better than I do.”
“She’s not my—oh wait…yeah, she is now,” Heiji remembered belatedly.
Shinichi actually felt a twinge of compassion for that. “It takes some getting used to, doesn’t it?”
“It really does. So what are you giving Neechan?”
“The usual—flowers, chocolates…and this really cute teddy bear that I know she’ll just love.”
Heiji sighed. “Knowing me, I’d probably manage to pick the one type of flower she’s allergic to.”
“Look, Hattori,” Shinichi leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes in thought. “I’m getting Ran flowers because I asked her if there was anything special she wanted, and that’s what she said. I’m throwing in the chocolate and teddy bear because I know she likes that. But something tells me you don’t want to ask her—especially not this late in the game.”
“She’d get mad. It’s not like I haven’t been thinking about it, though…”
“I know,” Shinichi said. “But the art of giving is finding a gift that you know the person will love. It doesn’t always have to be big or fancy or expensive—sometimes, the best things are homemade.”
“Homemade…” Hattori murmured.
“Maybe something for her aikido?” Shinichi suggested.
“…actually, I think I have an idea,” Heiji said slowly. “Thanks, man. You’re a pal.”
Two days later, Ran was pleasantly surprised when she became the recipient of the traditional gifts: flowers, chocolates, and a particularly adorable teddy bear that earned Shinichi a big kiss. He then blushed profusely and walked into the wall.
When Kazuha opened her White Day present, however, she found a few slips of paper. Upon further inspection, they proved to be handmade coupons, good for things such as “Good for one free punch to the nose—I won’t run” and “Good for one day of carrying your books” and “Good for one hour of insults.” She recognized the crude artwork as Heiji’s.
Quite frankly, it was one of the nicest presents Kazuha had ever gotten.
It was just the thing for their kind of relationship.
PS. …is anyone still reading this? NO I TOTALLY DID NOT FORGET ABOUT THIS AND NEGLECT IT IN FAVOR OF MY OTHER CHALLENGES AND LIFE TOTALLY WASN’T STABBING ME IN THE NECK WITH A MECHANICAL PENCIL FOR TWO MONTHS STRAIGHT…so that’s my excuse.
One of my little contributions to this…joyful holiday. So Happy National Make Single People Feel Like Crap…I mean, Valentine’s Day, everyone! Thanks for reading! Much love!