Theme: Day Two: Happiness, the number two, friendship, peace, joy… (pretty much everything listed on the challenge sheet)
Series: Detective Conan
Pairing: Hattori Heiji/Toyama Kazuha
Warnings: This one is sappy.
Disclaimer of Evil: I don’t own Detective Conan. All characters and concepts are the sole property of Gosho Aoyama. I merely borrow them and make them my love slaves…ahem.
Merry Christmas if even just one
May the joy of the season surround you
Merry Christmas with love…
One plus one equals two.
The most basic of mathematical equations, the first problem that young children are taught to chant back for Teacher’s satisfaction. It had its practical applications as well, though.
Kazuha smiled at the young man walking beside her, laughing inwardly. He was trying his damndest to look completely uninterested as she stopped and pointed at decorations in windows and objects on display. And as they moved away from the stores and into more residential areas, she pointed to the Christmas lights and various decorations on houses.
Heiji was trying desperately to look like he didn’t care, but even he couldn’t keep that glow from his eyes, that shine that became brighter and more pronounced with each house they looked at. And Kazuha had to laugh a little at her longtime best friend. For all his brilliance, he could still be so very young.
And with each little whine or complaint, he grew a little softer, a little less convincing, until finally they wandered along silently, side by side. There was enough snow on the ground to make things pretty, but not enough to make a real mess. It was quite peaceful.
They paused by a house with particularly lovely decorations and lights, and Kazuha glanced over at him. His viridian eyes were almost luminous. It was so amazing to her, how he could go from such genius on a crime-scene to that childlike awe at the sight of blinking Christmas lights.
Something caught her eye, and her gaze trailed downwards. Earlier, his glove-clad hands had been shoved in his pockets to further his image of pouting. Now his hand was just hanging there, dangling by his side. She swallowed hard, gathered her nerve—
—and reached out, grabbing his hand and holding on.
Heiji’s gaze dropped to stare at their hands in surprise before raising it to look at her. She willed herself not to blush (not that it would have been terribly obvious, as her face was already flushed from the cold), and kept her eyes straight ahead.
His hand moved, and she almost let go…
…until she realized that he hadn’t. He’d simply adjusted, entwining their gloved fingers in a more comfortable hold. Now she looked up at him—and realized that he was looking down at her.
He smiled tentatively.
She smiled back. “Merry Christmas, Heiji.”
And they walked together, hand in hand, enjoying the lights and the snow and each other’s company. Even as clumsy as they could both be when trying to say certain things, there were some things that they just didn’t need to say aloud.
They had always been together.
Hattori Heiji and Toyama Kazuha. Two people—one plus one.
But somehow, no matter which way you looked at it, it still equaled one.