Truth, Trust and Promises
A Meitantei Conan fic by Orla
Disclaimer: I lay no claim to the characters; they all belong to
Gosho Aoyama-sama! ^^
I have kept the honorific endings such as '-san', '-kun' and '-neechan' in Japanese as there is no real English equivalent. '-kun' is used for boys and sometimes for girls (when addressed by their elders), 'Ran-neechan' can be translated as 'big sister Ran' (the male equivalent is '-niichan') and Heiji often refers to or calls Ran 'Neechan' even though he is the same age as her, it's just a more casual mode of address.
I don't know where Heiji's house is located in Osaka, but it's pretty big so it would have to be away from the central parts of the city. Shin-Osaka is the station that the Shinkansen (bullet train) arrives at; the travel time from Tokyo on the Hikari train is about 3 hours.
"We have arrived at Shin-Osaka station, please make sure you have all
your belongings with you when you exit the train. Thank you for
travelling on the Hikari Express, we look forward to serving you
She waited for the other passengers to leave, her hands clasped in
her lap, then sighed and got to her feet. She pulled a small backpack
onto her back and took a cabin bag down from the racks. Pushing
nervously at the coloured clips holding down her hair she stepped out
of the shinkansen and looked around at the masses of people surging
around the platform. For a moment she looked lost, a rather forlorn
figure wearing large glasses and an oversized blue shirt. Then her
expression set into one of determination and she set off
purposefully, heading for the main exit and the subway.
It was late, nearly eleven pm, but the subway trains were still full
and she was forced to stand once she got on the one she wanted. She
didn't mind though, and after checking where she was going on the
subway map, she leaned against the wall of the train and stared into
the blackness rushing by the windows. From time to time she touched
the glasses on her face, but otherwise she remained still, her face
pensive. The train rushed on, stopping at its scheduled stations,
people got on and off and more seats were freed, but she remained
standing. Finally she was shaken out of her reflections by the
announcement that the train had reached her stop.
In almost a daze, she got off and walked slowly to the fourth exit.
The late summer heat hit her as she climbed the stairs, making her
gasp as instantly a light sweat covered her brow.
"I forgot how hot it can get here..." she sighed to herself and
pushed on, her bags feeling heavier with every step. However it was
nothing compared to the weight on her heart. "Please, please... let
him be home."
Clearing the subway exit she paused and looked around. In the
darkness, lit by streetlights and the occasional glow from a
convenience store, the area looked unfamiliar. With a grimace she
realised the great difference between travelling to a place in
daylight by car and travelling to the same place at night and on
foot. Still, she had a fairly good sense of direction; hopefully she
could find the house, after everything that had happened it couldn't
be that hard.
Nearly forty-five minutes later she stood in front of the gate. With
a small gulp she pushed it open and stepped into the grounds. The
only illumination she could see in the house was the porch light; all
the other windows were dark. *They must all be asleep then... oh
She crept around to the back, counting the windows as she went,
trying to recall which one was his. At last she stopped and regarded
the curtained and dark window her memory said was correct. She
hesitated now, unsure of her next move and as to what her reception
would be. Sure she knew him, but did she really know him well enough
to be banging on his window close to midnight, asking for help
against an enemy she knew nothing about?
"But I don't know what else to do," she sighed and removing her glasses she tapped gently on the window.
There was no response. She frowned and tapped on the window again,
harder this time.
Still there was nothing.
"Mou... don't tell me he's not here!" she rapped one more time for
good measure, the faint hope within her beginning to dwindle and die.
With a slight sigh, she turned away wondering if there was somewhere
she could find to rest tonight.
The window slid open with a bang and a dishevelled head poked
out. "AHO! I heard you the first time! Kazuha, there better be..."
his voice trailed away as she turned to stare at him, her expression
resembling that of a deer caught in a car's headlights.
"You're not Kazuha..." he said slowly. "Neechan... what are you doing
Her control broke and she couldn't stand any longer. As a sob escaped
her, she sank to her knees and began to cry in earnest. "H-hattori-
kun... please... h-help me..."
He leapt out of the window and came to kneel beside her. Hesitantly,
Heiji Hattori reached out a hand and laid it on her
shoulder. "Neechan... Ran... What's happened?" he looked around the
garden. "And where's Ku... Conan? And your Dad?"
Ran Mouri's sobs intensified as he spoke those names and Heiji's
mouth tightened. He moved his hand so that Ran was encircled by his
arm and allowed her to cry on his bare chest. Finally she began to
calm down and gulp down her sobs, Heiji rubbed her back gently.
"Can you stand?" he asked and she nodded.
"Yes... I'm sorry... Hattori-kun, I..."
"Shh... Come inside and I'll..." Heiji paused. He felt a bit lost
about what to do now, then he remembered his mother's adage that tea
was perfect for calming ruffled nerves. *Well, Okan's usually right
about these things...* "I'll make you some tea and you can tell me
everything from the beginning."
Ran wiped her eyes and allowed him to help her to her feet. "Thanks
Hattori-kun, that would be good," she then became aware that he was
wearing nothing but sweatpants and blushed slightly. Heiji noticed
this and grinned slightly despite the seriousness of the moment.
"What? You think I'm going to wear night gear in this heat?" he took
her elbow and grabbed her cabin bag. "Why do you think I took so long
to respond to your knock? You'd be even more red if I'd jumped out as
Ran let out a slight, gurgly laugh. One of the things she liked about
Heiji was his ability to lighten ones mood. Feeling slightly better
already she allowed him to settle her down in the dining room while
he went to make tea. She knelt at the low table and placed her hands
in her lap, closed her eyes and drew in some deep breaths to calm her
nerves and also to help sort out the chaos in her mind.
Only a soft clunk alerted her that Heiji was with her and Ran opened
her eyes to find him kneeling across from her, his gaze intent on her
face. Then he smiled and pushed a cup of steaming tea across to her.
"Drink it," he said.
"Thank you," she picked up the cup and blew on the hot liquid before
sipping it slowly. After drinking a little of the hot beverage she
put the cup down. "I guess I should tell you what happened now."
Heiji nodded, trying to conceal the urgent feelings gripping him.
Something was really wrong and he knew it had to do with Kudou's
situation, otherwise why would Ran be here alone?
Ran sighed heavily. "Well, it all started two days ago with a phone call from Shinichi..."