Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Heiji/Kazuha (General series)
Word Count: 541 words
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: He needed to find the perfect words. Heiji/Kazuha
After years of friendship and months of total denial, Heiji had finally come to terms with the fact that he had managed to fall in love with his best friend somewhere along the road. Somehow, she had managed to get under his skin, and he was grudgingly forced to admit that he couldn’t live without her.
He couldn’t bring himself to tell her this face to face, though. No way, no how. It was embarrassing enough to feel this way in the first place; he didn’t need the added humiliation of her laughing in his face over this. But he wasn’t really a guy who was capable of keeping secrets (as Kudo could well testify), so it had to come out sooner or later in some fashion.
So he decided to write her a letter. That way he could drop it in her mailbox and run…and play dumb if need be. Letter? What letter? I didn’t write you a letter! Must have been those damn ninjas. I tell ya, they’re everywhere…
The real trick was to find the right words and get them down on paper. And Hattori Heiji was certainly not a man known for his great eloquence. So this was proving to be a bit of a challenge. He was doing really well, though! He had a great beginning (Dear Kazuha) and an ending (though he couldn’t decide if he should leave it as just Heiji or make it Love, Heiji). What he lacked was a middle.
The number of crossed-out words and unfinished attempts had already deemed this copy a VERY rough draft, and gave testimony as to how long he had been at this. He thought carefully, then put his pen to the paper once again.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day…
Heiji paused, then shook his head and drew a line through what he had just written. Poetry and eloquence (and thinking before he spoke) just weren’t his style. He pondered, then tried again.
We’ve been together for a really long time…
No, that wouldn’t work either. He just wasn’t much of a sentimental person…unless it involved younger versions of himself watching younger versions of Kazuha bounce a ball and sing amidst falling sakura petals. But that was another story for another day.
He needed to find something that really spoke from his heart. Something that reflected his feelings. Something that would tell her what he wanted to tell her, but still stay true to the person he really was. Heiji thought and thought and thought…and finally, the perfect thing came to him. It was exactly what he needed to say.
The pen went back to the paper, and he wrote.
Kazuha frowned at the envelope. She had come home from school and checked the mail, as usual, and found an envelope in there with her name on it. No stamp, no return address, and no postage mark, which meant that it had probably just been slipped directly into her mailbox.
She flipped it over and pulled the paper from it; unfolding it, she began to read…and her eyes widened.
She blinked and looked at the signature—Heiji’s name.
Somehow, that just made all sorts of sense.
PS. This goes out (with massive quantities of love and adoration) to girlquinn, who inspired it. And to everyone else, thanks for reading! Much love to you as well!