Theme: Day Five: Rings, gold, friendship, love
Series: Detective Conan
Pairing: Hattori Heiji/Toyama Kazuha
Warnings: This one is long (by comparison).
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.
Mean so much more when I see
Silver and gold decorations
On every Christmas tree...
The phone jangled loudly, stirring Kazuha from a fairly pleasant sleep.
She glanced at the clock. It was still before noon. Yeah, definitely too early.
Somewhat begrudgingly, she dragged herself from her bed, ending up face-down on the floor with her legs tangled in the bedclothes. After unwrapping the sheets from her limbs, she crawled over and picked up the receiver—if only to make the irritating ringing stop.
“…’lo?” she mumbled, bowing before politeness long enough to find out who was on the other end before she delivered a scathing reprimand to whoever-it-was for waking her up.
Heiji’s cheerful voice rang through the earpiece. “Woke you up, didn’t I?”
“Yes, you did,” she yawned. “You have five seconds to explain to me why I haven’t hung up the phone yet.” She rubbed sleepily at her eyes. From the other side of the room, she could hear her pillow calling to her. It was saying Kazuha, come cuddle. Oh, how she longed to obey…
“You can’t stay in bed all day,” he chided. “It’s Christmas Eve! There’s stuff to do!”
“Okay, okay. Look out your window,” he instructed.
“Just do it.”
Mumbling several uncomplimentary things under her breath, she obliged. She was startled to see that it was snowing—bit fat white flakes that drifted straight down to Earth with no wind to blow them around. She was stunned to see that the ground was completely blanketed with snow, sparkling silvery-white in the morning light. But she was only mildly surprised to see Heiji standing on the sidewalk on the other side of the street, cell phone against his ear. He was grinning and waving broadly at her. Even from this distance, she could see the snowflakes sparkling like glitter in his dark hair. He wasn’t wearing his cap—what was the occasion, she wondered wryly.
“I take it you want me to come out and play?” she said, amusement faintly coloring her tone.
“Can you can you can you?” he chirped.
She sighed. Twenty years old, and he was still such a child.
“I have a present for you…” he pleaded, his voice lilting up a few intervals. “Please?”
Kazuha smiled, knowing full well she had lost the battle. “All right. I’ll be down in a couple of minutes.” As she replied, she was already reaching into her closet for a coat. “Don’t freeze, okay?”
“Great! See you in a couple!” he cheered.
Within two minutes, she was out the door and on the sidewalk, still pulling the ribbon on her ponytail tight as she stepped out into the snow.. Heiji was waiting with a big grin on his face and snow still speckled in his hair. “Ready to go?”
“Yeah…what’s going on?” she asked, slipping her arm through his and rising up on tiptoe to give him a quick peck on the cheek. “It’s not like you to be up and moving before me.”
In the earliest days, when their real relationship was just starting to bud, that simple gesture would have sent him immediately to the point of spontaneous combustion and had him walking around—and probably right into walls—with a huge, dopey grin on his face for the rest of the day. Now, after two years, he simply grinned and tightened his arm around hers. “Oh, thought you’d want to play in the snow.”
She quickly discovered that he was serious. She was only slightly slower in discovering that the newly-fallen snow was a perfect powder, the ideal snow for diving, jumping, and romping.
And snow-angels, it was discovered after they’d been outside for a while.
Kazuha found a particularly deep snow-drift, and crawled out on top of it, claiming she wanted to make a snow-angel out there. She successfully made the snow-angel, and started to walk back…only to suddenly sink up to her chest in the snow-drift. It was actually that deep.
“Heiji…help…” she called after struggling for a minute. “I’m stuck…” He rolled his eyes, but he was laughing as he crawled out on the snow bank to play hero. She was freed in short order, and they continued crawling…until Heiji sank and got stuck, and roles were reversed as Kazuha had to rescue him.
Once they were both back on safe, solid ground, Kazuha flopped back down on the snow, arms spread wide. “It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it?” And it was—it was just cold enough for the snow, without being overly freezing.
After a moment, Heiji joined her on the snow bank. “Yeah…beautiful…”
She glanced over in time to see him avert his eyes. After a moment of watching him, she inched a little closer; she dug her elbows into the snow to prop herself up. “Hey…didn’t you say you had a present for me?” she asked innocently.
He smirked. “Are you sure you want it now? Or would you rather wait for tomorrow?”
“Now now now!” she chirped.
“YES!” She realized somewhat belatedly that not long ago she had been mentally laughing at his childishness. Was she really any better? …oh well, who cared, it was Christmas!
He visibly wavered before he nodded; suddenly, he looked a bit nervous. “Okay.” He bit down on the tip of the index finger of one snow-caked glove and pulled it off before he reached into the pocket of his jacket. “Here…for you.” He paused. “I hope…”
She stared at the small box (correction: small white box, bearing a remarkable resemblance to something one might get from, oh, say, a jewelry store…) now resting innocently in her hands. Was this…?
Kazuha’s head wheeled to stare at Heiji. He too had propped himself up on his elbows and was facing straight ahead, but his eyes were drifting in her direction. His face was absolutely scarlet beneath the silvery snow-speckled darkness of his hair. Under her scrutiny, one hand slid up to rub at the back of his neck. He was silent.
Ooooookay, he was officially showing ALL of the Classic Heiji Signs of Nervousness. Over a small white box. Kazuha might not have been a detective, but even she could put the pieces together.
They were both freezing by now, of course. One can only spend so long on one’s back in a snowdrift (and it’s really not a very long time at all) before one begins to lose feeling in ones nether-quarters. It’s a sad fact of nature. But neither was really paying attention to the increasing numbness in rather strategic areas.
She stared at him for a minute, then turned slowly back to the box. Her fingers trembled only slightly as she popped the lid open and looked, not even realizing she was holding her breath.
Really, she should not have been surprised. But her hand still slid to cover her mouth. Christmas present, indeed. It was Christmassy in a way, though—after all, both diamonds and snow did have a certain sparkle to them. Not that Kazuha was really thinking about that…
Heiji watched her intently; he was waiting for the surprise to go away a little before he actually asked, and he was remembering the mini-ordeal he’d had to endure for that tiny little box…
“I can’t believe you’re going to do it…” Kudo smirked. But he was just being Kudo, of course, and thus Heiji reined in his temper and masterfully resisted the urge to beat his friendly rival over the head with whatever heavy object happened to be within reach.
“Shut up,” he settled for retorting instead—it was particularly witty, but it would just have to do. “Are you going to help me or not?” He reached out to push open the door to the jewelry store…and his hand trembled ever so slightly.
Kudo stopped, and actually looked sympathetic. “You really are nervous, aren’t you?”
“What do you think?” Heiji spat, a little more venomously than he had really intended, and he instantly regretted it. “Sorry…I just…come on, let’s get this over with.” He’d come to Tokyo to do this particular errand for a few reasons. First of all, by not telling Kazuha (or Neechan, for that matter) he was here, there was little chance that she would find out about it, and no chance that he would somehow manage to run into her. Secondly, no one he knew would see him and perhaps let something slip.
And perhaps most importantly, when he’d somewhat sheepishly mentioned the matter to Kudo, the Tokyo-tantei had volunteered to go with him for moral support and the prerequisite heckling.
Once inside, though, he realized exactly how many options he had to sift through to find the right one. There seemed to be no end to those things. As they approached one of the classes, an elderly gentleman wearing a nametag with the store logo on it approached them. “Can I help you youngins?”
Heiji looked ready to bolt, but Kudo wasn’t having any of that. He grabbed his friend’s elbow and replied congenially, “My friend here is looking for…The Ring.” Emphasis on the last two words made it clear that no, he wasn’t talking about anything involving hobbits, he was talking about the other Ring.
The clerk, who was probably old enough to be their grandfather, caught on immediately and smiled in understanding. “Ah, I see. Well, step right up, young man. Now,” he chuckled lightly as the lighter-skinned boy bodily pushed his friend forward, “who’s the recipient?”
“K-Kazuha…” Heiji mumbled.
“His girlfriend,” Shinichi clarified, smirking.
“Tell me about the lucky lady,” the clerk went on. “What kind of a person is she?”
That opened the floodgates a bit more, and while Heiji talked, answering direct questions about it, the elderly man seemed to look through the display case. And just as Heiji was running out of things to say, the clerk set a box in front of him. “Might this be suited to the young lady?”
One small diamond, on a gold band. Simple, and beautiful. Just like his Kazuha. And it was shiny, too, but Heiji didn’t say that aloud. He simply stared at the salesman, who smiled knowingly, then back down at the ring.
“Perfect,” Heiji finally nodded. Even Kudo, peering over his shoulder, was unusually quiet, opting instead to merely nod in agreement. It was the perfect choice for her.
Of course, the awe of perfection didn’t stop Kudo from teasing him all the way back to Agasa’s house—the doctor knew of their mission, and had demanded that they return and show him their prize—about how long he would have the ring before he actually popped The Question.
Heiji was surprisingly tolerant, though. He waited until they were on the good doctor’s doorstep before he turned around and let Kudo have it. Then he went inside to show Agasa-hakase the Prize.
“Heiji…?” Kazuha waited.
She saw him take a deep breath before he turned to face her fully. “So…will you marry me?”
Kazuha was silent a moment, contemplative…staring. Then she pounced—careful not to injure the ring, of course. And Heiji, not expecting the suddenly assault on his person, ended up getting slammed backwards into the snow bank.
His first thought was that the snow making its way under his shirt was insanely cold.
His second thought was that Kazuha was kissing him and the world was absolutely beautiful.
His third thought was…pretty much the same as his second one, thank you very much.
After quite a few moments...they were in the midst of a snowball fight. Well, not really snowballs, it wasn’t good packing snow, so it was more of a ‘pick up a handful of snow and throw it and watch it fall apart and rain down like cold white confetti on the victim’ fight.
There were no long moments spent gazing dreamily into each other’s eyes, no pet-names (though their only real pet name for each other was ‘ahou,’ but we won’t go there), no real lovey-dovey stuff. There had been one absolutely awesome kiss, but that was it. After all, that really wasn’t their style.
Their style was more along the lines of what they were doing after they clambered out of the snow pile, completely soaked and caked in snow. They were arguing loudly about the fact that Kazuha had decidedly to joyfully shove more snow down Heiji’s back as he was struggling to get up, and he took some offense. Calls of “ahou” abounded as they walked along.
However, an astute observer would have noticed that the two arguing so heatedly were walking very close together, and their gloved hands were entwined. However, not even the most careful of observers could have seen the gold ring now adorning the young lady’s hand under her glove.
My true love gave to me
Fiiiiiiiiive golden riiiiiiiiiiings...BA DUM DUM DUM!!!
- Miss Piggy, The Twelve Days of Christmas (I think it's sung with John Denver. We're all about the BA DUM DUM DUM thing at my house *grin grin*)