Fandom: Detective Conan
Friends: Kudo Shinichi/Edogawa Conan and Hattori Heiji
Theme: #24—True friends stab you in the front.
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: Is it better to be stabbed in the back or the front?
That was as far as Heiji got before Shinichi glared at him. Having frozen Heiji with a look, he turned and walked away, storming through a nearby door and out into a vacant corridor. They were at the headquarters of the Tokyo Metro Police Department to make statements about what had just happened.
But more than that, Heiji was having a hell of a time even getting Kudo to talk to him.
It wasn’t like previous times, where one of them had gotten irritated with the other over something small, there had been a little bit of bickering, and then things had returned to normal. This was full-out anger. And somehow, he didn’t think things would be back to normal tomorrow. As of right now, Kudo would barely even look at him, let alone invite a conversation.
Heiji followed him. “Dammit, Kudo, would you stop?”
Amazingly enough, Shinichi did. “What do you want? Haven’t you done enough?”
“Kudo, I’m sor—“
“You’re sorry. So very happy for you. That makes everything perfect, doesn’t it?” Shinichi said mockingly, finally turning around. His blue eyes were flaring with anger. “Anything else?”
“I thought it would help,” Heiji said.
“That doesn’t change the facts. You told,” Kudo said accusingly, sounding every bit like a petulant child.
“At least I was honest with you about what I did and why I did it,” Heiji returned, already hating himself for the next words that were going to come out of his mouth, “unlike some people around here. Isn’t it better to be stabbed in the front than the back?”
That visibly struck a nerve—Kudo flinched. If there was one thing about this whole situation that bothered Kudo, it was the fact that he had to lie to the people most important to him. He believed so desperately in the truth, only to find himself a hypocrite by circumstance. ““I trusted you. I knew that was a mistake, you son of a—“
“Oh, come off it!” Heiji said. “Do you think they were never going to find out? Ever? Newsflash—most secrets tend to come out into the open sooner or later. I’ve kept my mouth shut this whole time because it’s what you wanted, not because I thought it was the right thing to do!”
“It wasn’t your secret to tell, and you know it.”
“I just…” Heiji’s shoulders slumped in defeat. “…I just wanted to help.”
“Well, you didn’t,” Shinichi spat. With one last angry look, he walked away.
Heiji stood in the middle of the hallway, staring at his friend’s retreating back. “…I’m sorry.”
PS. It’s a sad fact, but sometimes friendship isn’t always happy. And sometimes friendships can fall apart. For the record, I don’t know if Shinichi and Heiji patch things up—the plunnies didn’t tell me that far along. But I’d like to think that Shinichi cooled down and things worked out. But I’ll leave that to your own mental canons.
Thanks for reading, all! Much love!