Fandom: Detective Conan
Friends: Kudo Shinichi/Edogawa Conan and Hattori Heiji
Theme: #8—secrets and lies
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: This place made him very uneasy…the place where the secrets and lies were born…
“I really don’t understand why you wanted to see this,” Conan commented, leading the way down a small incline to a grassy spot, all but hidden unless one was looking for it. Sounds of music and conversation floated at them from Tropical Land across the street.
“Because I did,” Hattori replied bluntly. He had followed relatively quietly up until this point, but now he stepped around his diminutive companion and walked forward. He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked around at the space. “Is this the place?”
Conan nodded. “This is it.”
While Hattori wandered around the area and looked his fill (not that there was really much to see), Conan realized that he was inching backwards, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, and glancing around furtively, as though he expected Gin to suddenly appear and finish the job.
This was silly—right now, it was just a vacant space under a bridge. There was no reason for him to be so nervous.
…except that this was the place where it had happened. This was where he’d encountered Gin and Vodka in an up-close, personal manner that had nearly killed him. Instead, he’d been left trapped in the body of his childhood self and hiding from everyone he cared about in the hopes that he could keep them alive and still somehow track down the Men in Black. In the process, he’d managed to lie to almost everyone he knew.
This was really where all of those secrets and lies had been born.
He shuddered involuntarily and took a couple of steps back. “Hattori, I’m going back up there,” he pointed towards the sidewalk up the hill. “I’ll wait for you up there.” He turned and headed back up towards the street, not waiting for an answer; he heard Hattori call after him, but ignored him.
Once he was back on the sidewalk, he was able to breathe a bit more easily. He waited with as much patience as possible for Hattori to come out of there a few minutes later and join him back at the street. “Impatient much?” the Osakan detective quipped as they started walking away.
The glare Conan gave him could have frozen water. “Would you want to go back to the place where something like this happened to you?” he snapped, perhaps a bit more harshly than he had intended. He gestured to himself as he said it. Truthfully, he hadn’t expected the place to put him on edge as much as it had. But still…
Hattori’s next words were almost remorseful. “You have a point.”
Conan sighed. He wasn’t going to apologize for snapping, but he wasn’t going to hold onto the moment either. “So did you see what you wanted to see?” he asked in a more conversational tone.
“Yup. Was just kinda curious about it,” Hattori shrugged. “That’s a really isolated spot, though. If the ahotoxin had done its job and killed you, it might have been a while before anyone found you.”
“APOtoxin!” Conan resisted the urge to facepalm. “APOtoxin. Not AHOtoxin. Ahou is your pet name for your girlfriend. And I know, I know, she’s not your girlfriend,” he waved a hand and added that last to stave off the growling rebuttal he knew would come otherwise. “But good lord. You can’t remember what the poison is called, you can’t keep my name straight—what the hell is it with you and names?”
“Watch it, shrimp. Or I’ll drop you off the bridge.”
PS. So…lack of plot, anyone? Referenced in another fic the idea that Conan showed Heiji where the poisoning happened, and so thought it could have its own fic. And lo, it was plotless! WHEE!! Next one is number twenty, meaning that we will be two-thirds of the way through this challenge. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!