Lost and Found (30 Hugs: Heiji/Kazuha)
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candyficsTitle: Lost and Found
Fandom: Detective Conan
Theme: #16—think of me and I’ll be there
Pairing: Hattori Heiji/Toyama Kazuha
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan or any related characters. They belong to Gosho Aoyama. I simply throw fruit at them, take pictures, and call it modern art. Critics love me.
Summary: It was the middle of the night, and there was someone in the house.
Kazuha wished it wasn’t such a clear night—if anything, she wished for a storm. It would be a lot easier if she had something else to focus on. Thunder and lightning might not have been ideal distractions, but at least it would be something. Unfortunately, Mother Nature wasn’t paying any attention to her need for distraction, and so brought forth a beautiful night.
She had been tossing and turning for almost two hours now, trying to fall asleep and drift off to Dreamland, where hopefully her thoughts would be on an entirely different topic than they were now.
In all honesty, she would have given just about anything to be able to think about any topic other than Heiji. But everything seemed to be against her on this particular evening, which meant that her thoughts stayed firmly focused on the dark-skinned ahou.
…who had been missing for several weeks now.
Initially, it seemed quite typical of Heiji. He just up and vanished without a word to anyone. No note, no phone call. He just walked out of the house one day and didn’t come back. But when the hours turned to days, the rolled eyes of annoyance turned to wide eyes of alarm and tearful eyes of worry. And still no word; he hadn’t made contact with anyone.
She knew she was thinking about things too much—thinking about him too much, to be perfectly honest—but in the end, she always inevitably reached the same conclusion.
Heiji was gone.
And she missed him.
That was really what it boiled down to: she missed her best friend. She missed the daily walks to school, the daily walks home, and the arguments that plagued both. She missed calling him ‘ahou’ and having him call her ‘ahou’ in return—it was their little ritual, no matter how strange. But most of all, she missed having someone to talk to. In spite of all the oddities that plagued their decidedly-unique relationship, he was the person she could talk to about almost anything.
In no way, shape, or form did she miss him in any kind of romantic context. Nuh-uh, no way, no how, nope nope nope, denied.
Sighing, she rolled over and pulled the blanket up to her chin. She needed to stop thinking so much and just get some sleep—mulling over it like this wouldn’t make him magically reappear. She really needed to stop doing this to herself. She closed her eyes with every intention of falling asleep.
CREAK.
Her eyes snapped open, and she sat up in bed, now fully awake and fully alert.
THUMP.
There—another noise. Kazuha swallowed hard, suddenly very nervous.
It was the middle of the night. She was all alone here.
And there was someone in the house.
Slowly, Kazuha pushed the bedclothes aside and crept out of bed. If there was an intruder, she certainly didn’t want to alert them to her presence. Carefully, she tiptoed across the room and put her ear to the door. Now she heard nothing—but she knew she hadn’t imagined it.
She was going to go downstairs and check it out. After all, she was an aikido champion! She could take care of herself—if there was someone waiting for her, she would just have to floor them with her bare hands and then call the police. It was dangerous, but it was also better than sitting around and waiting for…whoever it was to leave.
Kazuha turned the knob carefully and eased the door open without a sound. Her bare feet were silent as she inched down the hallway. Now that she was out here, she could hear the movement below much more clearly. There was no doubt about it: someone was creeping around in her house. And with her father not home…
She slipped down the stairs, one slow step at a time, until her feet brushed against the rug at the bottom of the stairwell. The noise of the intruder’s movement was just around the corner, near the living room. Her muscles were already instinctively tightening to be battle-ready if necessary.
With the quiet and stealth of a stalking cat, she crept around the corner to find herself staring at the intruder’s back. In the darkness, she could clearly see the person’s outline—it looked like he (she assumed it was a he) had a hood over his head, and had a bag slung over his shoulder. He was standing in the doorway between the living room and the hallway, seemingly just leaning against the doorframe.
Clenching her hands into fists, she took a deep breath. “Don’t move—just put your hands where I can see them,” she hissed through the darkness; she was only mildly surprised when he raised his hands up to the level of his head. “I’m a martial arts champion, and I will fight you.” She inched over and flipped on the lights. Her initial impression was correct: he did have a backpack, and he was wearing a black sweatshirt with the hood up. “Now turn around slowly and take your hood off.”
A strange thought occurred to her as the person started turning around. If this was a horror movie, the guy would turn out to be a lunatic with a chainsaw or something! But…if it were, say, a romantic-comedy, then it should be Heiji standing there, finally back after so long…so she could kill him for making her worry like that.
The person was facing her now, and one hand lifted to push the hood of his sweatshirt back. At last, she could see his face.
…well, it wasn’t Heiji.
And unless he had the world’s smallest chainsaw stowed away in that backpack of his, she wasn’t going to find herself stuck in The Texas Chainsaw Massacre anytime soon. That was a relief.
But that didn’t change the fact that she had never seen this man before. He was a complete stranger. So they stood there for what felt like an eternity and a half, giving each other identical deer-in-the-headlights looks. Neither moved.
Then he bolted.
Kazuha reacted on instinct alone. He was fast, but she wasn’t an aikido champion for nothing. She managed to hook her foot around his ankle to trip him up. It was enough—he went crashing to the floor. Kazuha lunged with intent to pounce and pin him; she just needed to disable him for a few minutes so she could call the police.
Again, she was startled at how fast this guy was. She barely had time to register that his bag was swinging at her head before she felt the impact, saw stars, and tumbled to the ground herself. It felt like he either had a brick or several dictionaries in there! Her head smacked hard against the floor, leaving her disoriented and completely defenseless.
The intruder got up first.
Kazuha could sense him standing over her; she could hear him breathing. And for whatever reason, she couldn’t get herself to move. Time seemed to stand still as she waited to see what he would do.
And then everything started happening at once. Her rebellious muscles finally snapped into action in the same instant that he took off running towards the front door. Kazuha was on her feet in a heartbeat and tearing after him—he was going to get away…
The front door opened. But the intruder wasn’t close enough to have done it…
She heard a shout of surprise, and saw the intruder’s feet leave the ground and fly up over his head. He hit the floor with a loud THUD and lay, groaning but otherwise completely unmoving.
Kazuha stopped dead in her tracks and tried to catch her breath while she stared. At the intruder, now prone on the floor in an echo of her position from only seconds ago. At the open doorway. And most importantly, at the person standing in the open doorway.
That last was easily the most startling.
“What in the world are you doing, ahou?” Hattori Heiji asked casually.
Kazuha gaped at him for another long moment…before vaulting at him. She jumped over the semi-conscious burglar on the floor and threw herself at him. Strangely enough, he seemed to have been expecting such a move. He dropped the bag from his shoulder and caught her easily, stumbling back a few steps onto the front porch.
She was alternating between crying and yelling, gushing and swearing, hugging him and punching him. He took it all more or less in stride, chuckling at her threats. “So…you missed me?”
She growled and punched him hard on the arm before throwing her arms around him for another hug. “Ahou…where the hell have you been? You had me worried sick—and your parents! They’re going to kill you unless you’ve got a really good explanation for this!”
His smile faltered a little before fading completely. “It’s…complicated.”
“Tell me,” she demanded.
“Well, I…it’s…” he wavered before sighing. “Look, I came here because I thought you should have the whole story before it breaks in the newspapers tomorrow morning. So…here. Let’s talk.”
Kazuha sat quietly and listened to an unbelievable story—of an enormous crime syndicate cloaked in black, a drug that could shrink an adult to a child, and the realization that they were in danger. He ran to protect all of them—himself and everyone around him. The less everyone knew, the healthier they would stay. Or so he hoped.
When the police arrived a short while later to pick up the intruder, they found him being restrained by two teenagers via the rather base method of sitting on the man’s back. The two were talking amiably, his arm slung casually around her shoulders. Most startling was the person himself: the son of Hattori Heizo, missing for many weeks now.
But when asked if he’d contacted his parents, he simply replied, “This was more important.” As he spoke, he glanced over his shoulder at Kazuha and grinned. She felt herself go red at the implication.
So maybe they hadn’t found each other quite yet.
But they were definitely getting warmer.
PS. I know this bears some similarities to my first fic for Shinichi and Ran’s 30 Kisses…but when I had the idea originally, it was with Heiji and Kazuha in this fashion. And then it wouldn’t leave me alone. And then I played with the idea to try and make it different. I think it worked. So here it is. Only one left, can you believe it? CUE THE DANCE OF HAPPY!! Hope you’ll all come around to check out the last one as well.
Thanks for reading, all. Much love!
Fandom: Detective Conan
Theme: #16—think of me and I’ll be there
Pairing: Hattori Heiji/Toyama Kazuha
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan or any related characters. They belong to Gosho Aoyama. I simply throw fruit at them, take pictures, and call it modern art. Critics love me.
Summary: It was the middle of the night, and there was someone in the house.
Kazuha wished it wasn’t such a clear night—if anything, she wished for a storm. It would be a lot easier if she had something else to focus on. Thunder and lightning might not have been ideal distractions, but at least it would be something. Unfortunately, Mother Nature wasn’t paying any attention to her need for distraction, and so brought forth a beautiful night.
She had been tossing and turning for almost two hours now, trying to fall asleep and drift off to Dreamland, where hopefully her thoughts would be on an entirely different topic than they were now.
In all honesty, she would have given just about anything to be able to think about any topic other than Heiji. But everything seemed to be against her on this particular evening, which meant that her thoughts stayed firmly focused on the dark-skinned ahou.
…who had been missing for several weeks now.
Initially, it seemed quite typical of Heiji. He just up and vanished without a word to anyone. No note, no phone call. He just walked out of the house one day and didn’t come back. But when the hours turned to days, the rolled eyes of annoyance turned to wide eyes of alarm and tearful eyes of worry. And still no word; he hadn’t made contact with anyone.
She knew she was thinking about things too much—thinking about him too much, to be perfectly honest—but in the end, she always inevitably reached the same conclusion.
Heiji was gone.
And she missed him.
That was really what it boiled down to: she missed her best friend. She missed the daily walks to school, the daily walks home, and the arguments that plagued both. She missed calling him ‘ahou’ and having him call her ‘ahou’ in return—it was their little ritual, no matter how strange. But most of all, she missed having someone to talk to. In spite of all the oddities that plagued their decidedly-unique relationship, he was the person she could talk to about almost anything.
In no way, shape, or form did she miss him in any kind of romantic context. Nuh-uh, no way, no how, nope nope nope, denied.
Sighing, she rolled over and pulled the blanket up to her chin. She needed to stop thinking so much and just get some sleep—mulling over it like this wouldn’t make him magically reappear. She really needed to stop doing this to herself. She closed her eyes with every intention of falling asleep.
CREAK.
Her eyes snapped open, and she sat up in bed, now fully awake and fully alert.
THUMP.
There—another noise. Kazuha swallowed hard, suddenly very nervous.
It was the middle of the night. She was all alone here.
And there was someone in the house.
Slowly, Kazuha pushed the bedclothes aside and crept out of bed. If there was an intruder, she certainly didn’t want to alert them to her presence. Carefully, she tiptoed across the room and put her ear to the door. Now she heard nothing—but she knew she hadn’t imagined it.
She was going to go downstairs and check it out. After all, she was an aikido champion! She could take care of herself—if there was someone waiting for her, she would just have to floor them with her bare hands and then call the police. It was dangerous, but it was also better than sitting around and waiting for…whoever it was to leave.
Kazuha turned the knob carefully and eased the door open without a sound. Her bare feet were silent as she inched down the hallway. Now that she was out here, she could hear the movement below much more clearly. There was no doubt about it: someone was creeping around in her house. And with her father not home…
She slipped down the stairs, one slow step at a time, until her feet brushed against the rug at the bottom of the stairwell. The noise of the intruder’s movement was just around the corner, near the living room. Her muscles were already instinctively tightening to be battle-ready if necessary.
With the quiet and stealth of a stalking cat, she crept around the corner to find herself staring at the intruder’s back. In the darkness, she could clearly see the person’s outline—it looked like he (she assumed it was a he) had a hood over his head, and had a bag slung over his shoulder. He was standing in the doorway between the living room and the hallway, seemingly just leaning against the doorframe.
Clenching her hands into fists, she took a deep breath. “Don’t move—just put your hands where I can see them,” she hissed through the darkness; she was only mildly surprised when he raised his hands up to the level of his head. “I’m a martial arts champion, and I will fight you.” She inched over and flipped on the lights. Her initial impression was correct: he did have a backpack, and he was wearing a black sweatshirt with the hood up. “Now turn around slowly and take your hood off.”
A strange thought occurred to her as the person started turning around. If this was a horror movie, the guy would turn out to be a lunatic with a chainsaw or something! But…if it were, say, a romantic-comedy, then it should be Heiji standing there, finally back after so long…so she could kill him for making her worry like that.
The person was facing her now, and one hand lifted to push the hood of his sweatshirt back. At last, she could see his face.
…well, it wasn’t Heiji.
And unless he had the world’s smallest chainsaw stowed away in that backpack of his, she wasn’t going to find herself stuck in The Texas Chainsaw Massacre anytime soon. That was a relief.
But that didn’t change the fact that she had never seen this man before. He was a complete stranger. So they stood there for what felt like an eternity and a half, giving each other identical deer-in-the-headlights looks. Neither moved.
Then he bolted.
Kazuha reacted on instinct alone. He was fast, but she wasn’t an aikido champion for nothing. She managed to hook her foot around his ankle to trip him up. It was enough—he went crashing to the floor. Kazuha lunged with intent to pounce and pin him; she just needed to disable him for a few minutes so she could call the police.
Again, she was startled at how fast this guy was. She barely had time to register that his bag was swinging at her head before she felt the impact, saw stars, and tumbled to the ground herself. It felt like he either had a brick or several dictionaries in there! Her head smacked hard against the floor, leaving her disoriented and completely defenseless.
The intruder got up first.
Kazuha could sense him standing over her; she could hear him breathing. And for whatever reason, she couldn’t get herself to move. Time seemed to stand still as she waited to see what he would do.
And then everything started happening at once. Her rebellious muscles finally snapped into action in the same instant that he took off running towards the front door. Kazuha was on her feet in a heartbeat and tearing after him—he was going to get away…
The front door opened. But the intruder wasn’t close enough to have done it…
She heard a shout of surprise, and saw the intruder’s feet leave the ground and fly up over his head. He hit the floor with a loud THUD and lay, groaning but otherwise completely unmoving.
Kazuha stopped dead in her tracks and tried to catch her breath while she stared. At the intruder, now prone on the floor in an echo of her position from only seconds ago. At the open doorway. And most importantly, at the person standing in the open doorway.
That last was easily the most startling.
“What in the world are you doing, ahou?” Hattori Heiji asked casually.
Kazuha gaped at him for another long moment…before vaulting at him. She jumped over the semi-conscious burglar on the floor and threw herself at him. Strangely enough, he seemed to have been expecting such a move. He dropped the bag from his shoulder and caught her easily, stumbling back a few steps onto the front porch.
She was alternating between crying and yelling, gushing and swearing, hugging him and punching him. He took it all more or less in stride, chuckling at her threats. “So…you missed me?”
She growled and punched him hard on the arm before throwing her arms around him for another hug. “Ahou…where the hell have you been? You had me worried sick—and your parents! They’re going to kill you unless you’ve got a really good explanation for this!”
His smile faltered a little before fading completely. “It’s…complicated.”
“Tell me,” she demanded.
“Well, I…it’s…” he wavered before sighing. “Look, I came here because I thought you should have the whole story before it breaks in the newspapers tomorrow morning. So…here. Let’s talk.”
Kazuha sat quietly and listened to an unbelievable story—of an enormous crime syndicate cloaked in black, a drug that could shrink an adult to a child, and the realization that they were in danger. He ran to protect all of them—himself and everyone around him. The less everyone knew, the healthier they would stay. Or so he hoped.
When the police arrived a short while later to pick up the intruder, they found him being restrained by two teenagers via the rather base method of sitting on the man’s back. The two were talking amiably, his arm slung casually around her shoulders. Most startling was the person himself: the son of Hattori Heizo, missing for many weeks now.
But when asked if he’d contacted his parents, he simply replied, “This was more important.” As he spoke, he glanced over his shoulder at Kazuha and grinned. She felt herself go red at the implication.
So maybe they hadn’t found each other quite yet.
But they were definitely getting warmer.
PS. I know this bears some similarities to my first fic for Shinichi and Ran’s 30 Kisses…but when I had the idea originally, it was with Heiji and Kazuha in this fashion. And then it wouldn’t leave me alone. And then I played with the idea to try and make it different. I think it worked. So here it is. Only one left, can you believe it? CUE THE DANCE OF HAPPY!! Hope you’ll all come around to check out the last one as well.
Thanks for reading, all. Much love!
