Fandom: Detective Conan
Friends: Kudo Shinichi/Edogawa Conan and Hattori Heiji
Theme: #22—a favor
Rating: PG (one swear word)
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: He was having one of his moments.
Kudo was having one of his moments.
It didn’t happen too often, to Heiji’s knowledge. But every once in a while the shrunken detective would lapse into a melancholy mood. During these times he would sit and brood quietly, usually away from everyone else. Most attempts to socialize with him during these spells were rebuffed.
Heiji stared down at the small form sitting by the window, his knees pulled up to his chest and his arms wrapped around his legs. He looked to be lost in thought; what he was thinking about what really anyone’s guess.
“Oi, Kudo?” he said softly, sneaking into the room and closing the door behind him. The faux little boy didn’t actively acknowledge the new presence, but there was just the slightest change in posture to betray his awareness. That was encouraging enough for him, and so Heiji moved to sit next to his friend. “Do you wanna talk about it?”
Any other person would have recognized the rejection and left things at that. But Heiji had never been very good at taking hints. So he stayed right where he was and kept prodding. He knew from experience that if he kept at it long enough, he would get a reaction out of Kudo sooner or later.
And finally, he did. “Would you stop it??” Kudo snapped angrily, giving Heiji a furious look. “Go away!”
Heiji grinned triumphantly at the response. “What’s buggin’ ya?”
“I call bullshit,” Heiji said bluntly, raising an eyebrow. “You wouldn’t be staring out the window like that if everything was so wonderful. Now start talking.”
“I’m just thinking.”
“Well, don’t hurt yourself.”
The look ‘Conan’ gave him then was a glare that no true child could have EVER mustered up. It could have frozen water. But just as quickly, he turned to look back towards the window, and the brief, slightly angry conversation lapsed once again.
As Heiji was pondering what else he could do to break down the little invisible wall between them, Kudo spoke again. “Hey, Hattori…I was wondering if you could do me a favor?”
This seemed promising. “Sure!”
Kudo fidgeted slightly, then said, “If something were to happen—and I don’t think it will…I mean, I hope it doesn’t, but…” Now he actually looked right at Heiji, something intense and unreadable in blue eyes that were far too tired and sad for a child. “If something happens, can you keep an eye on Ran for me? I mean, just…make sure she’s okay? Make sure she’s safe?”
So that was it. If something happened to Neechan, Kudo would never forgive himself for it. But if something happened to Kudo, it could very well kill Neechan. Heiji knew it, and Kudo himself probably knew it. But at least Heiji knew exactly why Kudo had been so morose.
Heiji nodded. “It’s a promise.”
PS. This fic is number fourteen for this challenge…which means that the next one will be the halfway point! WHOO!! Thanks for reading, all! Much love!