Fandom: Detective Conan
Friends: Kudo Shinichi/Edogawa Conan and Hattori Heiji
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: You think I’m okay with you knowing about all this?
Conan had a bad feeling that something unpleasant was going to happen today. When the phone rang and Ran answered it, he felt a chill of premonition. And when she turned and said it was for him and handed him the receiver, he was proven right.
“Oi, Kudo!” a cheerful, heavily-accented voice rang from the other end of the line.
He actually had to pull the receiver away from his ear to protect himself from the sheer volume. “You don’t have to shout,” he said delicately. “I can hear just fine.” Why Hattori was calling, he didn’t know, but he doubted that it was anything he cared about. Or rather, he was determined not to care. He was still rather sore about being found out.
Kudo Shinichi did NOT like being outsmarted. Not under any circumstances. And so he tended to pout when such things happened. But Hattori seemed determined to not let him mope about it…and it was really annoying! Honestly, why did the guy have to be so damn friendly? Something about that guy had his hackles up, and he couldn’t figure out exactly why.
Plus, it didn’t help that the whole situation had him more on edge than he cared to admit. His survival and the survival of the people around him depended on secrecy, and Hattori thus far seemed to have a Detective Looselips aura around him. And judging by the robust way in which he had been greeted by his true name over the phone, the desperate need for that secrecy had not been sufficiently impressed on the Osakan teen.
The idea of Ran or anyone near him becoming a target because of a loudmouth detective letting something slip…it terrified Conan. It terrified him more than the idea of him becoming a victim himself.
…and Hattori was still talking. But it seemed that the lack of replies had finally been noticed. “You’re awfully quiet,” Heiji said, finally noticing that the last minute or so had consisted of very one-sided chatting. “What’s up?
Conan glanced around and found he was alone in the office. Therefore, it was safe to be blunt. “You think I’m okay with you knowing about all this?” he snapped, a little more harshly than he’d really intended. But recent events had stretched his nerves to the breaking point.
There was a long silence on the other end of the line.
By the time Hattori spoke again, Conan was seriously considering slamming the receiver down again, if only for his own satisfaction. But his rival piped up just in time to keep the conversation from having a very abrupt, very rude ending.
“…why aren’t you?”
“Because my life—and the lives of everyone around me—depend on no one knowing,” he said flatly.
“And you think I won’t be able to keep your secret.” That was a statement, not a question.
“You just called me Kudo, didn’t you?” Conan replied, dropping his voice to make doubly certain that he wasn’t overheard.
“…I won’t tell.”
Something about the way Hattori said that made him pause. It was some odd note in his tone, far more serious than was normal for the Osakan detective. Hattori didn’t seem capable of being terribly serious outside of a crime scene. So to hear it now was sort of strange. “Hattori—“
“You said you don’t want anyone to know. And I promised not to tell. Don’t know why you don’t trust me on it,” Hattori said matter-of-factly.
It was then that Conan realized what it was about Hattori that really had him so on edge. It was partially that Hattori had dragged his secret out of him with seemingly no effort (and a well-timed application of blackmail), and he didn’t like being outsmarted. But more than that…
He realized that he wanted to trust Hattori.
Granted, he didn’t have much of a choice at this point. The fact was that Hattori knew the truth. And that made him bristle. But at the same time, there was something about the guy that made Conan really want to trust him without the reservation of knowing that he had to.
It was strange—particularly for someone who was accustomed to being suspicious by nature. He was a detective. He had made his reputation by being suspicious of pretty much everything and everyone.
He took a deep breath. “…you promise not to tell?”
“I already told you that.”
“…okay.” He wondered if he was going to regret this…or if it would turn out to be a blessing in disguise.
“Great!” Hattori cheered from the other end of the line. “So…tell me more about Neechan?”
All signs pointed to regret…but it was still too soon to tell.
PS. I had this idea about a century and a half ago—I had scrawled at the bottom something about classes giving me hell. Except I haven’t been in classes for almost a year now. I did my student teaching, graduated, and got my first real job. But I pulled it out and thought, “Eh, it’s kinda cute” and decided to go ahead and finish it.
I post this today in honor of my twenty-second birthday :D Hope you enjoyed the story! Thanks for reading, all! Much love!