Fandom: Detective Conan
Friends: Kudo Shinichi/Edogawa Conan and Hattori Heiji
Theme: #23—fair trade
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: Conan can be vicious when he’s annoyed. Just a warning.
Sometimes, Hattori was just annoying. Normally, this was relatively tolerable—they would talk, discuss things, argue a bit, and so forth, business as usual, all was well. But for some reason today Conan just couldn’t stand it.
Maybe it was Hattori’s current choice of conversation topic (although conversation was really a loose term, as the Osakan teenager was doing most of the talking). Namely, Ran. Hattori was in the mood to heckle, and so he was giving him crap. And Conan was about to explode.
Finally, the shrunken detective lowered his copy of The Sign of Four and glowered at his friend over the top of the book’s pages. “Shut. Up.”
Hattori grinned, obviously proud of having finally gotten a reaction. “He’s conscious!”
Conan set his book aside and fixed his taller friend with the kind of look that could probably kill small animals. “Hattori, knock it off. Or I will make you sorry.”
“Oh?” Heiji looked rather smug. “And what’re you gonna do to me?”
One small hand fished into a sweatshirt pocket and withdrew a cell phone. He pushed a few buttons before he held it up to allow his friend a view of the screen. “Do you recognize this number?”
Heiji looked at it; his eyes widened. “That’s Kazuha’s cell phone number.”
“How did you—“
“She gave it to me—just in case Heiji-niichan started picking on me. I’m supposed to call her, and she’ll put a stop to it. Now,” Conan smirked, “listen to my voice. Tell me what’s different about it.”
Hattori frowned. “You actually learned how to do Osaka-ben right?”
“Yes. And when put with this,” he lifted his voice changing bow tie and spoke in that same accent, “it’s pretty convincing, ain’t it?” To a person on the other end of a phone line, there would have been almost no way to distinguish the voice in the voice changer from Heiji’s own true voice.
Hattori was starting to look very alarmed.
“Now, detective, put the pieces together,” Conan, on the other hand, seemed very pleased with himself. “I can mimic your voice, and I have your not-girlfriend’s cell number. What do you think?”
“…bastard,” Heiji glared.
“You keep giving me crap about not calling Ran enough,” Conan picked up his book and resumed his reading, feeling much better about the whole situation. “Turnabout is fair play.”
PS. This is another one of those scenes that’s been bouncing around in my head for ages. So I finally decided to just write it down and put it to good use. It makes me smile—and I really don’t know what Conan would say to Kazuha. He might make her angry…or he might profess his undying love. No clue! But that’s okay. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!