Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Heizo, Ootaki, Toyama (General series)
Word Count: 386 words
Author's Notes: I do not own Detective Conan. It all belongs to Gosho Aoyama. I simply borrow the characters, tie them up, and dance them around like life-sized puppets. I do wish they’d stop complaining.
Summary: Hattori Heizo isn’t flustered by ANYTHING.
The whole thing started as a regular homicide investigation.
The police arrived and began with their procedures, interviewing witnesses and gathering evidence. Hattori Heizo, the Chief of the Osaka prefecture, arrived on the scene to observing his officers and handle several witness interviews. Hattori was known to be a tough, stern man who couldn’t be ruffled by much of anything.
However, today something was a little bit off about him.
Ootaki finally worked up the nerve to ask. “Sir?”
“…we’re at a murder scene.”
“…you have a small child on your shoulders.”
“She’s braiding your hair.”
Heizo turned back to the witnesses, leaving Ootaki to stare in bewilderment as a small girl, about three years old, hummed “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” under her breath and proceeded to fasten a bright blue clip in the Chief’s hair. Hattori Heizo was definitely the only man in the world who could have that many plastic barrettes in his hair and still look fierce, stoic, and dignified.
The little girl looked down at Ootaki and waved as she smiled a very broad smile that, when coupled with her bright green eyes, gave a definite clue as to her parentage. “Hi!”
He smiled back—he liked kids. “Hello.”
She grinned. “Mommy and Daddy are on a trip for Daddy’s work, and Grandma’s tummy hurts. So I get to spend the day with Grandpa!” She wrapped her arms around Heizo’s head as she said that. The Chief didn’t miss a beat in his questioning, though there was no way he could have missed the fact that his forehead was being hugged.
“Yukari-chan, what are you doing?”
The little girl turned, and her expression brightened even further. “Grandpa!” She half-jumped, half-fell off Heizo’s shoulders, right into Toyama’s waiting arms, where she threw her own arms around his neck for a hug. “I get to spend today with Grandpa!”
“Oh, I see,” he said. “What are you and Grandpa Heizo doing today?”
“We’re going to a movie so Grandma can sleep,” Yukari said, suddenly very solemn. “Her tummy hurts.”
Heizo, having just finished speaking with an officer, turned and elaborated. “The flu.”
Toyama snickered. “Yukari-chan has you wrapped around her little finger, doesn’t she?”
Heizo, stoic as ever, did not reply.
PS. This plotless fic spawned from a chat I had with jeva_chan. We’re pretty sure Heizo is the only person in the world who could have a grandkid hanging off his leg or shoulders and still be totally dignified. We’re also pretty sure that he’s a closet softie, that his grandkids have him wrapped around their little fingers, and that Toyama would be a lot of fun to hang with at parties.
Plus, I want to write about as many different characters and pairings as I can in this challenge, and there are very few that I haven’t touched yet. Let’s check another couple off the list, yes? Thanks for reading, all! Much love!