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: Heiji wasn’t jealous of Kudo. No way.
Hattori Heiji was not jealous of Kudo.
No way in hell.
After all, why should he be jealous of Kudo Shinichi? There was absolutely no reason for it at all! Honestly, what did the Tokyo tantei have that he didn’t? Nothing!
Kudo was a famous high school detective.
Heiji was a famous high school detective.
Kudo was a soccer ace.
Heiji was a kendo star.
Kudo lived alone, as his parents were overseas, and had total freedom to do pretty much whatever he wanted.
Heiji’s parents were…his parents. ‘Nuff said.
Kudo had a rocket-powered skateboard, a bowtie that allowed him to imitate anyone’s voice, super sneakers that packed quite a punch, and a wristwatch that shot sleeping darts.
Heiji had a motorcycle.
Kudo had friends in the FBI and CIA.
Heiji knew a lot of cops.
Kudo had Neechan—Mouri Ran, one of the most loving, caring, loyal individuals Heiji had ever met. She was sweet, gentle, and completely devoted to the Detective of the East.
Heiji had the ahou—Toyama Kazuha, one of the loudest, most annoying, most stubborn people Heiji had ever been unfortunate enough to know. She was completely devoted to making sure the Detective of the West never had a moment’s peace.
Kudo had spent god only knew how long stuck in the body of his seven year old self while hiding from a massive Crime Syndicate of Evil and a psychotic, trigger-happy madman, all out for his blood.
…okay, Heiji didn’t really have anything to compare to that. Even when things were at their worst in his world, his life had never sucked that much.
So there was obviously no reason at all for Heiji to be jealous of Kudo. None at all. No little green monsters around here! And besides, they were on all but equal footing as detectives. It wasn’t like Kudo always beat him to the punch or anything. So there was no reason—
“I’ve got it!” Kudo said triumphantly. “I know who the murderer is!”
…Heiji hated Kudo so damn much.
PS. Short and silly. Not much else to say. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!