Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Shinichi, Heiji (General series)
Word Count: 422 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: Heiji has a random question for Shinichi. Spoiler for Shinichi’s First Case.
Shinichi looked up from his novel. “What?”
“I have a question.”
Heiji leaned back and put his hands behind his head, linking his fingers together. “What’s the weirdest murder weapon you’ve ever come across?”
Shinichi paused to think it over for a moment, then replied, “A bra.”
“A bra. And it wasn’t a case of strangulation.”
“First case I ever solved for the police, actually. You can ask Megure about it, I’m sure he remembers,” Shinichi chuckled. “I think he was about ready to throw me screaming from the airplane. But anyway, this woman took the underwire out of her bra, sharpened one end of it, and used it to stab a guy in the neck.”
“How in the hell did you figure that out?” Heiji was obviously impressed.
“She stuck the wire back inside her bra to hide it,” the Tokyo detective explained. “And the sharp end started poking her. She started moving her arm very strangely, and so I took a guess. Turned out I was right.”
“…how did you know there was wire in her bra?”
“You had to ask, didn’t you?”
“…yes, Hattori. I had to ask.”
“Bet Neechan loved that question.”
“Surprisingly, she didn’t slap me,” Shinichi admitted, a slight red color coming into his cheeks.
Heiji was still grinning like an idiot. “Have you ever missed on a case?”
“You mean have I ever not gotten the right answer?” Shinichi asked in reply.
“As a matter of fact,” Shinichi smiled wryly, “I have.”
Heiji arched an eyebrow. “You? Mess up? Somehow, that’s hard to believe.”
“Yet you were unsure enough to ask,” Shinichi pointed out. “I’m not perfect, Hattori. I make mistakes.”
“Like chasing mysterious guys in black to isolated places outside amusement parks?” Heiji teased.
“Perfect example,” Shinichi deadpanned, turning his attention back to his book.
“Now I’m curious,” Heiji pressed. “How often do you mess up?”
Shinichi sat still for a moment, then turned an amused look towards his fellow detective. “You know, there is one sure-fire way to ensure that I will mess up a case. Thus far, it’s been nearly one hundred percent effective.”
There was no mistaking that Heiji was intrigued. “And what would that method be?”
“You really want to know?” Shinichi asked.
“Yeah. I do.”
Shinichi rolled his eyes good-naturedly and turned back to the Sherlock Holmes novel in his lap. “Put my father within a hundred meters of me on any side. Guaranteed, I will screw the case up sideways.”
PS. Two random scenes I had came together to form this dialogue-heavy little story. The reference to Shinichi’s first case comes from manga files 204 to 207 in volume twenty-one. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!