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Getting Started (Fanfic100)

Title: Getting Started
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Heiji/Kazuha (General series)
Prompt: #1—beginnings
Word Count: 763 words
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: I do not own Detective Conan. It all belongs to Gosho Aoyama. I simply borrow the characters, tie them up, and dance them around like life-sized puppets. I do wish they’d stop complaining.
Summary: When did we start calling each other ahou? Heiji/Kazuha

After a lifetime of denials, it wasn’t easy to immediately adjust to the new labels of boyfriend and girlfriend—to say nothing of dealing with even more merciless teasing from their classmates at school. But overall, Kazuha felt like it was all totally worth it—especially given how long she had waited for this…waited for him.

She had actually confided that to Heiji once, not too long after they had agreed to try taking their unique relationship beyond friendship. She told him just how long she had been waiting for him. Kazuha had half-expected him to gloat, or even laugh! But instead of preening or ridiculing her, he just sort of smiled and said, “Really?”

Whatever had really been going through his head then, it certainly hadn’t impeded things between them, as evident by the fact that he had casually suggested a walk in the park…and then maybe lunch?

She chuckled at the subtle addition of food. Heiji was a black hole on legs when it came to eating; he had been that way for as long as she could remember. So long as he had food, kendo, and mysteries…and her…he was a very, very happy guy.

But she cheerfully accepted his invitation, and off they went.

Before long, though, they were doing what they really did best: they were arguing and calling each other by the pet name they had adopted so long ago. It was “ahou” this and “ahou” that.

In the midst of the battle, Kazuha suddenly stopped in her tracks. “Heiji,” she said slowly, “when did we start calling each other that?”

Heiji’s temper went from heated to non-existent in point-two seconds. “Huh?”

“Ahou, I mean,” she clarified. “When did we start with that?”

He actually seemed to think about it for a moment. “I really can’t remember. We’ve just…always called each other that, I think.” He grinned. “Wow…we really do go all the way back, don’t we?”

“We do,” she agreed. “Though sometimes I wonder how exactly we made it this far—especially you.” Her expression grew wicked. “With all those murderers around and all the situations you get yourself into? How are you still alive?”

“Hey!” he looked indignant, signaling that another argument was probably brewing.

“You know I’m right!” Kazuha snorted. “Somebody’s definitely smiling down on you, ‘cause if they weren’t, you would be long gone by now.” She reached out and stuck a finger under the collar of his shirt; he started to jerk away, but she had already hooked the digit around the cord that held his omamori and pulled the charm from where it usually rested under his shirt. “I wonder if this has anything to do with it.” She pulled her own omamori out and looked at it as well. “Pretty sure mine has kept me safe from some of your more stupid adventures.” He always professed that he didn’t believe in such things, so she would tease him about it, just to get him riled up.

Heiji opened his mouth with obvious intent to retort and argue…until his gaze slid sideways. Then his expression changed in record time from anger to alarm. “WATCH OUT!!” One of his hands grabbed at her waist and jerked her forward, off the sidewalk and onto the grass…

Just in time to avoid getting nailed by a kid going top speed on his bike.

As the danger passed, Heiji couldn’t quite keep himself from making a joke. “So that thing protects you…how, exactly?”

“Shut up,” Kazuha glared before she smiled. “Thanks.”

“No problem.”

Not so long ago, the very idea of having their arms around each other like this—especially in a public place—would have sent both of them into blushing, stuttering fits of denial. Now…it just felt natural. Still, she stepped back—or tried to. But she made it about half a step before she was stopped by the omamori around her neck. It had gotten caught around Heiji’s, temporarily linking them together.

Both muttered half-embarrassed disclaimers and reached up to try and remedy the situation. All they really succeeded in doing was getting their fingers caught up as well…and almost smacking foreheads in the process.

Kazuha looked up…and realized just how close they truly were. And he wasn’t freaking out or running away in terror or anything. That was definitely progress. In fact, he was just sort of…


“…would you kill me if I…?” he asked after a moment.



As he kissed her for the first time, she couldn’t help but think that it was sweet of him to ask.

PS. This was written on request for girlquinn. And illeistic? Keep bugging me about Heiji and Kazuha fics like that, and I will NEVER WRITE THEM AGAIN. EVER. EVER EVER EVER.


To everyone else, thanks for reading. Much love, all!

Tags: character: heiji, character: kazuha, fandom: detective conan/magic kaito, fic: fanfic100, misc: theme comm

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