Fandom: Detective Conan
Friends: Kudo Shinichi/Edogawa Conan and Hattori Heiji
Theme: #5—hidden treasures
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: Things really aren’t all bad, are they?
“Got a question for ya,” Heiji said.
Conan looked up from his book. “Hmm?”
“I was thinking—“
“Shut up. But I was wondering—do you think things would be different between us if you hadn’t been shrunk?”
“You mean if you and I had met and I was still Shinichi?”
Conan opened his mouth to reply…and then closed it again when he realized that he didn’t have an immediate answer. Instead, he had to stop and really think about the question.
If he had been Shinichi when he and Hattori met…somehow, he didn’t think they would have been as good of friends as they were. For one, he had taken serious umbrage at the guy showing up out of nowhere to challenge him on his own turf. And his initial impression had been that the Osakan detective was sort of annoying.
But because he was Conan…truth be told, he’d trusted Hattori initially because he had to. There was no choice. If Hattori hadn’t held that little bit of knowledge over his head, Conan probably wouldn’t have counted on seeing him again in any context.
And because of that, how many cases had they gone running off on together? How many adventures had they lived through? How many “debates” had they had about…well, everything? How many times had he gotten off scot-free for a momentary lapse in judgment (or sanity) while Hattori had gotten slapped and/or chewed out?
“If I wasn’t stuck like this…” Conan said slowly, closing his book in his lap as he answered, “…I don’t think things would be anything like they are between us. Not even remotely the same.”
“…in a good way or a bad way?” Heiji asked.
“I’m not sure,” Conan replied. “But put it this way—things really aren’t all that bad now, are they?”
Heiji grinned. “No. They’re not.”
PS. Random pointless fluff where the theme is sort of implied. YAY! Thanks for reading, all! Much love!