Signed, Sealed, Delivered (Fanfic100)
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candyficsTitle: Signed, Sealed, Delivered
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Heiji/Kazuha (General series)
Prompt: #47—heart
Word Count: 770 words
Rating: PG
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: She wrote it on an impulse, and he saw it. Heiji/Kazuha
Years of teasing and prodding were finally starting to get to Kazuha. She was starting to crack—she was losing her mind. She was…she was…
She was starting to believe them.
She was starting to wonder about her and Heiji.
Granted, she knew how she felt about her long-time best friend. She had known that for a long time. But she didn’t know how Heiji felt. Hell, she didn’t know if Heiji even knew how Heiji felt. The boy might be a genius detective, but his cluelessness was the stuff of legends.
Still, her friends insisted that he was obviously in love with her…though she protested that she didn’t really see it. Unless ahou was actually a code-word or something, there wasn’t any indication of such feelings existing within that boy.
But one day during class, she found herself spacing off, daydreaming about the future. And she found herself thinking of whirlwind romances—involving a certain ahou for reasons she did not want to disclose. None of it was terribly realistic, but it was nice to dream.
As the lecture wore on, she found herself seriously wondering what it would be like to date Heiji. And somewhere along the line, her thoughts jumped to ones of marriage. Either way, she envisioned arguments (some of which involved throwing things)…and then her mind drifted to the possibility of making up after said arguments.
When the making up started to involve lots of kissing, touching, and screams of an entirely different variety, she decided to stop thinking. It wouldn’t be good if someone noticed how red her face was.
Still, the thought of marriage stuck for some reason. Her father had joked to Heiji’s father about setting the two of them up because it was preferable to having some young punk carry her off. What if it hadn’t been a joke?
Kazuha looked down at her half-finished notes. She had zoned out for a fair amount of the lecture. That meant she would have to borrow someone else’s notes—probably Heiji’s. But not before he gave her as much crap as possible. That was just how Heiji did things.
She tapped her pen against her notebook. Then, taken by a sudden impulse, she bent her head and wrote two words in her notebook; she wrote the words fairly small, so as not to be randomly seen by the idle eyes of her classmates. And she drew a heart around those words, just for good measure, before taking a look at her handiwork.
Hattori Kazuha.
It was silly, a mere flight of fancy. She should get rid of that page as soon as possible—destroy the evidence, as it were. It was at that moment that the bell rang, signaling the end of class. She would just drop the offending page in the trash can on her way out of the room—
“Oi, Kazuha!” Heiji’s voice startled her.
She glared in response. “Ahou, what do you want?”
“You were spacing out all class,” he grinned. “You had the dumbest look on your face—“
“Ahou!” she snapped back automatically. “I was not spacing out!”
“Oh? Bet I can prove it,” Heiji said.
And in one fast move, too quick for her to react, he snapped the notebook right off her desk.
His intent was undoubtedly to prove his point by the absence of lecture notes—in that case, the proof was right there. Her notes were not complete. Unfortunately, the notebook was still open to the page on which she had impulsively scribbled a secret dream.
Oh no—
In a panic, Kazuha reached for the offending notebook, frantic disclaimers already dying on her lips…
Heiji’s eyes widened, and the victorious grin dropped off his face.
Kazuha wanted to die. She was mortified—signed, sealed, and delivered.
After a long moment, Heiji turned to look at her. He was obviously bewildered, not that she really blamed him. “Kazuha? What is this?”
For one brief moment of complete insanity, she considered telling him the actual truth. It was the perfect opening to get the whole thing off her chest. But she quickly squashed that notion. They were at school—not the place for such an exchange—and either way, Heiji was not going to react well, she was sure. If he laughed at her…
She looked down at her desk and prepared to tell him part of the truth. “I just wanted to see what it—“
Before she could say ‘looked like,’ he cut her off with, “Ahou.”
Kazuha gaped in amazement as he handed her the notebook and said, “You spelled my name wrong.”
PS. Oh, Heiji XD Thanks for reading, all! Much love!
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Heiji/Kazuha (General series)
Prompt: #47—heart
Word Count: 770 words
Rating: PG
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: She wrote it on an impulse, and he saw it. Heiji/Kazuha
Years of teasing and prodding were finally starting to get to Kazuha. She was starting to crack—she was losing her mind. She was…she was…
She was starting to believe them.
She was starting to wonder about her and Heiji.
Granted, she knew how she felt about her long-time best friend. She had known that for a long time. But she didn’t know how Heiji felt. Hell, she didn’t know if Heiji even knew how Heiji felt. The boy might be a genius detective, but his cluelessness was the stuff of legends.
Still, her friends insisted that he was obviously in love with her…though she protested that she didn’t really see it. Unless ahou was actually a code-word or something, there wasn’t any indication of such feelings existing within that boy.
But one day during class, she found herself spacing off, daydreaming about the future. And she found herself thinking of whirlwind romances—involving a certain ahou for reasons she did not want to disclose. None of it was terribly realistic, but it was nice to dream.
As the lecture wore on, she found herself seriously wondering what it would be like to date Heiji. And somewhere along the line, her thoughts jumped to ones of marriage. Either way, she envisioned arguments (some of which involved throwing things)…and then her mind drifted to the possibility of making up after said arguments.
When the making up started to involve lots of kissing, touching, and screams of an entirely different variety, she decided to stop thinking. It wouldn’t be good if someone noticed how red her face was.
Still, the thought of marriage stuck for some reason. Her father had joked to Heiji’s father about setting the two of them up because it was preferable to having some young punk carry her off. What if it hadn’t been a joke?
Kazuha looked down at her half-finished notes. She had zoned out for a fair amount of the lecture. That meant she would have to borrow someone else’s notes—probably Heiji’s. But not before he gave her as much crap as possible. That was just how Heiji did things.
She tapped her pen against her notebook. Then, taken by a sudden impulse, she bent her head and wrote two words in her notebook; she wrote the words fairly small, so as not to be randomly seen by the idle eyes of her classmates. And she drew a heart around those words, just for good measure, before taking a look at her handiwork.
Hattori Kazuha.
It was silly, a mere flight of fancy. She should get rid of that page as soon as possible—destroy the evidence, as it were. It was at that moment that the bell rang, signaling the end of class. She would just drop the offending page in the trash can on her way out of the room—
“Oi, Kazuha!” Heiji’s voice startled her.
She glared in response. “Ahou, what do you want?”
“You were spacing out all class,” he grinned. “You had the dumbest look on your face—“
“Ahou!” she snapped back automatically. “I was not spacing out!”
“Oh? Bet I can prove it,” Heiji said.
And in one fast move, too quick for her to react, he snapped the notebook right off her desk.
His intent was undoubtedly to prove his point by the absence of lecture notes—in that case, the proof was right there. Her notes were not complete. Unfortunately, the notebook was still open to the page on which she had impulsively scribbled a secret dream.
Oh no—
In a panic, Kazuha reached for the offending notebook, frantic disclaimers already dying on her lips…
Heiji’s eyes widened, and the victorious grin dropped off his face.
Kazuha wanted to die. She was mortified—signed, sealed, and delivered.
After a long moment, Heiji turned to look at her. He was obviously bewildered, not that she really blamed him. “Kazuha? What is this?”
For one brief moment of complete insanity, she considered telling him the actual truth. It was the perfect opening to get the whole thing off her chest. But she quickly squashed that notion. They were at school—not the place for such an exchange—and either way, Heiji was not going to react well, she was sure. If he laughed at her…
She looked down at her desk and prepared to tell him part of the truth. “I just wanted to see what it—“
Before she could say ‘looked like,’ he cut her off with, “Ahou.”
Kazuha gaped in amazement as he handed her the notebook and said, “You spelled my name wrong.”
PS. Oh, Heiji XD Thanks for reading, all! Much love!
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Date: 2008-03-16 10:19 pm (UTC)Give us , more and more fiction, I love them ~
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Date: 2008-03-17 12:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-16 10:22 pm (UTC)Makes me wonder, though, whether Heiji's just playing dumb. Unless I'm underestimating his cluelessness. ♥ Either way, it works!
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Date: 2008-03-17 12:45 am (UTC)I actually already wrote that fic. (http://candyfics.livejournal.com/164041.html) Part of me wonders if he's really that clueless and self-unaware, or if he's just playing because it means there's less pressure to perform XDDD
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Date: 2008-03-16 10:53 pm (UTC)Nice done hon!!! *luvs*
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Date: 2008-03-17 12:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-16 10:56 pm (UTC)Honestly, I wouldn't expect anything more from him...The ahou. ♥
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Date: 2008-03-17 12:46 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-03-17 05:57 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2008-05-11 02:33 am (UTC)Not the first time I read your fic, but the first time I write a comment. ^^;
Thanks for the fic about HeijixKazuha. I'm a big fan...
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Date: 2008-05-12 04:43 am (UTC)Thank you very much! :D Glad you're enjoying! And feel free to pop in anytime. We are lurker-friendly \o/
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Date: 2008-03-16 11:22 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-03-17 12:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-17 01:54 am (UTC)But that's giving him too much credit.
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Date: 2008-03-17 05:59 pm (UTC)Thanks, lady!