Theme: Day Nine: Midwinter
Series: Detective Conan
Pairing: Hattori Heiji/Toyama Kazuha
Warnings: This one is quasi-pointless…but I like it anyway.
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.
Frosty winds made moan
Earth stood cold as iron
Water like a stone...
One thing that bothered Kazuha about winter was the lack of color.
She liked colors. And the only color in winter was really gray. And white. The snow was white as it fell, and then it turned to that awful charcoal color. It was messier, too, when it turned to slush. Nothing at all complimentary about it, really.
It wasn’t that she had anything against snow or winter. She liked snow, and she wasn’t horribly averse to the cold. And Christmas was fast approaching. She was just tired of the gray.
The whole season was so draining. By the time winter was over, she was desperate for sunlight and all the colors in nature’s palette that weren’t white or shades of gray. It was so…depressing. Desolate.
By the time spring rolled around, she was plenty ready for the colorful flowers and blue skies, and the bright, bright green of grass and trees more than anything else. Green was her favorite color, after all; it was vibrant, cheerful, full of life. But in the bleak midwinter…everything was gray, gray, and more gray.
“What’re you doing out here?”
…and saw green eyes. Watching her curiously.
Green scarf. Brown jacket. Red shirt. Blue jeans. Black and white cap.
But the green eyes were the most eye-catching feature, by far.
“Oh, just…thinking,” she replied, suddenly realizing that she was freezing.
“You’re going to freeze, ahou,” Heiji said with his usual snark.
Kazuha rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” She really wasn’t in the mood to argue right now—a decided rarity—so she simply walked past him, trying to shake off the chill that had set in while she was standing there woolgathering. Her limbs felt stiff from the cold.
“Hey,” he followed her. “You okay?”
She sighed. “Sick of winter, that’s all.”
“Huh,” he half-chuckled. “Well, we’re stuck with it for a while longer.”
“Yeah…” Kazuha buried her hands deeper into her pockets to try and keep her fingers from turning into icicles. “Light at the end of the tunnel and all. Still have Christmas to look forward to, I guess.” A pause. “I miss seeing grass.”
Heiji was silent at first, but in a move she would have never expected him to make, he reached out and slid an arm around her shoulders before he said, “You’re seriously freezing. Let’s get you inside.” He smirked. “If you miss the plants and stuff, maybe we should get you a pet cactus or something? Even you couldn’t kill that!” His arm stayed snugly around her, though.
She snorted, and looked at him. And she saw green eyes that danced with something she didn’t quite have a name for. She had been seeing that a lot from him lately. But she lost herself in the look in his eyes, and as she fell into that green, she thought of spring.