Fandom: Detective Conan
Friends: Kudo Shinichi/Edogawa Conan and Hattori Heiji
Theme: #20—making mischief
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 possible that there’s a method to Heiji’s madness?
Being on one end of a phone conversation between Heiji and Kazuha was enlightening. It made Conan realize that no matter how screwed up things were, he could definitely be a lot more hopeless than he was. When his Osaka friend hung up the phone, Conan sighed. “Hattori, you are an idiot.”
Rather than the usual disclaimers, the response was surprising. “Why?”
“You really don’t have a clue, do you?”
“What, that I like Kazuha? Or that she likes me? Or that she’s funny when she’s angry?” Heiji said smugly.
It was one of the few times in his life, both as Conan and Shinichi, that he did a full-blown double take. “WHAT?” he gaped. “You’re actually aware of all this?”
“Of course I am. I’m not stupid.”
I find that hard to believe, Conan thought dryly. But he kept that thought to himself, and simply said aloud, “Why in the world do you play dumb when all it does is make trouble for you?”
Heiji shrugged. “It’s easier that way. If Kazuha thinks I’m clueless, than she won’t expect anything from me. If there are no real expectations for me to meet, then there’s no pressure. Will I do something about how I feel about her? At some point. But for right now, it’s just fun to piss her off and watch the fireworks. Besides,” he stuck his hands in his pockets and grinned, “arguing is fun.”
Conan stared. That made sense. A twisted, wrong sort of sense…but it did make sense. “That’s a sick sort of brilliant,” he admitted. Secretly, he was wondering what other ideas were hiding away in Heiji’s brain.
Maybe Hattori wasn’t quite as dumb as he thought…
PS. Don’t know why this idea amused me so much. But the idea that Heiji is actually just playing dumb makes me smile. I’m actually fairly certain that he’s not playing—he really is dumb. But the thought was nice. And so with this, we have reached number twenty-nine. One more fic to complete the challenge! YAY! Thanks for reading, all! Much love!