Author's Note: Finally! It's finally done! My first ever KazuhaxHeiji fic ;_; I'm so happyyyyyyy! Anyway, I'm hoping to write more of these if I get positive feedback, so if you like/want more review! Also, I drop a few hints about what's happening in the story so watch what you're reading! And, the most important thing of all: ENJOY!
Edit, 23/07/2013: Wow. There were a lot of spelling/grammar errors in this. I fixed a few things, edited a scene or two, got rid of some Japanese phrases (I was such a newb. Ugh.) I might come back and add a few more scenes but till then, this is still readable and enjoyable. I've left my general writing style the same as it was back then, so forgive me if it's a little sub-par compared to my other works.
abc : normal
abc : A sound (e.g: BANG!)
"abc" : someone talking
abc : stressing a word
abc : Someones thoughts
""abc"" : Means two people are talking at the same time.
"Hnh?" Kudo Shinichi slowly opened his eyes. A muffled 'wha?' escaped his mouth as his bleary gaze tried to find the culprit who woke him from his well-deserved sleep. Ran was away visiting a friend and he was grumpy without her- as his unwelcome intruder was about to find out.
His phone was ringing. Of course. He could swear the thing had a grudge against him, what with how many times it had almost revealed his identity and always rang at the worst possible times.
Shinichi narrowed his eyes and reached for it, if only to find out who was calling him at this hour and thought they'd get away without several death threats. Before he could read the name on the screen, his thumb twitched and accidentally pressed the 'answer' button.
Shinichi chocked and dropped the phone, eyes wide and one hand over his thudding heart as the hysterical voice of a dark-skinned detective in Osaka boomed out.
"SHE'S GONE! SHE'S MISSING! SHE'S DISAPPEARED!"
The terrifying noise continued to thunder out the device as Shinichi stared, horrified that any human could make such a loud, ear-splitting sound.
"NINEHOURSCAN'TFINDWON''TLETMEFILEMISSINGPERSONREPORT GET YOUR SORRY ASS OVER HERE AND HELP ME FIND KAZUHA!"
A pause in the Ninety-something decibel rant occurred and Shinichi began to breath again. Cautiously, he approached his mobile and brought it very, very carefully back to his ear, taking note of the sound of heavy breathing that had occurred. It seemed the maniac called Hattori had taken a breather. Shinichi opened his mouth-
"KUDO?! ANSWER ME DAMNIT!"
And yelped as his ears drums were attacked once again.
"Oi, Hattori! Stop assaulting my ears you-!"
After several dozen descriptions of the painful ways Shinichi would kill Heiji if he didn't use a lower tone...
Taking another deep breath to calm himself, Shinichi reviewed the situation.
"Let me get this straight. You called me at-," An annoyed glance at the clock, "Two am in the morning because you haven't been able to find or contact Kazuha since the end of the school day?"
"YES!" Hattori yelled- then, remembering a particularly gruesome image of a chainsaw with his name on it, in a lower tone, "Her dad's out of town and no one's seen her. She's not at any of her usual places, I can't contact her by phone, she's not at her house or the shops or the theatre or-or anywhere. I-I can't find her, Kudo."
Shinichi's irritation thawed a little, partly because of genuine worry for Kazuha, mostly because Hattori's tone was so heartwrenchingly worried. He wondered what Kazuha was thinking, suddenly disappearing like this...
"Any ideas Kudo?"
Shinichi's eyes widened.
Surely, he was just imagining things...
Surely, even Hattori couldn't be that stupid...
"Could it be that..."
Kudo Shinichi asked a question.
Hattori Heiji replied.
The former slammed the phone in the latters face.
Hattori Heiji, hiding from the rain's onslaught in a phone booth stared angrily at the mobile in his hand, perplexed and frustrated at why Kudo had suddenly hung up on him. Was being stuck in the form of a midget starting to get to his head or something?!
Grumbling profanities under his breath, the famed detective of the West stuffed it back into the pocket of his jeans, still complaining "Just when I need his help, Kudo goes berserk on me!"
Heiji let out an annoyed grunt and placed his hot forehead against the cool plastic wall of the phone booth.
"I've got no time for this..." Heiji stared at the cold rain falling outside, the frustration on his face melting into anxiety. "Kazuha..."
Kazuha was out there somewhere. Somewhere he didn't know, with people he didn't know, doing something he didn't know-
Heiji stared out in the dark.
She could be crying. She could be hurt. She could be trapped.
His fists clenched. There were too many scar- bad possibilities.
...His chest hurt.
"Ugh. Stupid woman. Ahou." Heiji muttered under his breath, heading out into the rain again. He ignored the cold and the wet and the fatigue.
What else could he do?
By the time the sun was up, the rain had stopped and Heiji still hadn't given up. He stumbled towards the Toyama household for the sixth time, drunk with lack of sleep and the overwhelming stench of failure. The detecive could barely even think as he staggered on in his delirious search for his childhood friend. He didn't bother to care that his hair and clothes were still soaked through because of the rain, and ignored the booming voice in his head that usually helped him solved mysteries.
Reason was currently being over-shouted by worry and fear.
When he finally reached the door, Heiji spent a few minutes fumbling the Emergency Spare Key To Kazuha's House out of his pocket, then held his right hand with the other to stop it's shaking as he finally put some of the final reserves of his strength into unlocking the door.
He walked in like a wind-up soldier with a glitch. Built to be steady, but when something important was taken away, completely unstable.
Walking all night in the rain to search for their missing childhood friend would do that to anyone.
Or at least, that's what Heiji's little voice of denial told him.
The dim registration of the scent wafting through Kazuha's house, unchanged through the long, tiring night, didn't make Heiji feel any better. In fact, it made him feel a whole lot worse.
The smell's here. Why isn't Kazuha?
How Heiji knew she wasn't in the house even though he hadn't called out or searched at all was some part intuition and some part logic and some part depressive despair that he'd never find her. An emptiness seemed to haunt the normally cheerful home. And he knew Kazuha- she never left the lights off. She burned so much money on electricity bills Heiji had once made a joke about how much better it would be if she burned off calories instead...
And she'd slapped him up-side the head and began an argument...
What I'd give to have her come down and yell at me right now.
An empty smile pullled up his lips. Poetic irony.
It was around the time he thought that, that all the remaining strength in Heiji's badly abused legs finally gave out. He fell to his knees, trying to support himself with his shaking arms. It was no use. He gave up with a groan and let himself his the floor.
"Stupid...idiot...moron..." The back of his eyes burned. "Call yourself a detective. Can't even find your childhood friend. Useless."
Is this how Kazuha feels, when I head off to solve a mystery without telling her?
...I'm such a jerk.
The ceiling was starting to look a little blurry. Before Heiji could blink, he saw his childhood friend leaning above him, her emerald eyes sparkling and pony-tail swinging in that annoyingly adorable way of hers.
He smiled faintly.
"Hey, Kazuha." Heiji croaked out, sure he'd finally cracked and started hallucinating. He didn't really care. It was so good to see her, even in a delusion. "Hey, I...I know...I'm a real jerk..selfish...double standards...but...do me a favor...don't..."
His eyes were starting to get heavy. His image of Kazuha was saying something- he couldn't hear her...
He had to say it before he fell asleep. As long as she was a mirage, he could say it. He just had to get it off his chest- these insecure feelings that clenched his heart. If she was a mirage then she wouldn't laugh at him..
Mirage-Kazuha leaned down, closer, her mouth moving quickly, forming words he couldn't hear. She looked worried. He watched her lips.
He...i...ji. Heiji. She's saying my name.
The fact gave him the smallest burst of energy.
He thought he saw her look surprised before his eyes slid shut.
For a figment of my imagination, she sure does act real...
Hattori Heiji suddenly bolted up from his slumber on the couch, eyes wide in panic. "WHOWHATWHERE-?!"
"Oww!" Kazuha recoiled from her childhood friend, one hand pressed to her forehead."Heiji, watch what you're doing!"
"That hurt." She huffed, glaring at him. "Some thanks for me taking care of you! What were you doing, all wet? Did you walk all night in the rain of something? Do you know how-why are you looking at me like that?" Kazuha asked, finally noticing the flabbergasted expression on Heiji's face.
The detective in question was speechless. He was dumbfounded. He was utterly and absolutely stupefied. Kazuha was in front of him. Kazuha was in front of him.
Kazuha lifted her eyebrows, bemused "What do you mean 'ha'?"
Heiji opened and closed his mouth twice, trying to force words past the large lump in his throat "K-...Kazuha?"
Kazuha's worry escalated- Heiji was staring at her with the strangest expression on his face. She leaned a bit closer to him, wondering if she should check his temperature again. "Yeah? It's me."
Heiji gazed at her, really gazed at her, taking in every detail from her trade-mark pony-tail to the old stain on the edge of her red skirt.
"...You're...real this time...right?"
"Huh?" Kazuha was starting to get seriously worried. "Of course I'm real. What do you mean 'this time'? Heiji, are you okay?" Kazuha placed a hand on his forehead, "You feel a little hot..."
The Detective of the West closed his eyes as he felt his most important person's cool, soothing hand on his forehead, slumping with pure relief. He let out the smallest, but happiest laugh.
"I knew it..."
She's real. She's really really real. Kazuha's here. Kazuha's with me. Kazuha's ok. Kazuha's back. Kazuha came ba-wait a minute..
Kazuha drew back her hand, frowning slightly .
"You really do feel hot. Maybe I should look for the thermometer..." She paused again at the look on Heiji's face. "What? What're you so mad about?"
"Where. Have. You. BEEN?!" Heiji demanded, straightening up angrily, "Why was your phone shut?! Why didn't you call me?! I've been up all night, worri- suspicious that something happened to you and spent HOURS looking for you and-and," Remembering how worried he'd been made the anger drain out of him as quick as it had rushed in. "...Where were you?" He mumbled.
Kazuha blinked as he best friend slumped again. Was he...worried? She had to force back a grin. Then, remembering his question, looked confused.
"But, Heiji, didn't your Mother tell you? I was at a sleepover."
Heiji's jaw dropped.
Very slowly, his jaw re-hinged.
"...A...sleepover?" He choked out.
"Yeah," Kazuha nodded, "With Ran-chan and Aoko-chan."
Now he was blinking very rapidly.
"...You...were at...a sleepover?"
"Yeah. And my phone got smashed on the way so..."
"...The entire time? You were at a sleepover?"
"No, I'm not." Kazuha raised an eyebrow, "Didn't you call Ran-chan to ask where I was?"
"I...didn't." It had never even occurred to Heiji to ask Ran where Kazuha was. Kazuha spent most of her time with him- he'd never really thought about who spent the rest of her time with...I
n fact a small part of his mind -that wasn't occupied with screaming about what a fool he'd been- felt jealous.
Heiji let out a very long groan before hiding his red face under the covers in shame. "Forget it. Just forget it. I don't care anymore."
Kazuha blinked. What'd I say...?
OMAKE 1: Shinichi's Worst Nightmare
" KUDO! SHE'S GONE AGAIN! THE AIKIDO FEMALE TEAM HAVE KIDNAPPED HER, I SWEAR!"
"TANTEI! I CAN'T FIND AOKO! KEIKO'S TAKEN HER SOMEWHERE I DON'T KNOW AGAIN!"
"...Kuroba...Hattori...this is the fourth time this week."
""YOU'VE GOTTA HELP ME FIND HER!""
"...It's 1:30 am."
"FORGET ABOUT THE TIME SHE'S NOT ANSWERING HER PHONE AND I DON'T KNOW WHERE THOSE CRAZY WOMEN TOOK HER!"
"WHO CARES ABOUT THE GODDAMNED HOUR HAKUBA KNOWS WHERE SHE IS!"
"JUST! DEAL! WITH! IT! AND! LET! ME! SLEEP! YOU! OVERPROTECTIVE! PSYCHOS!"
OMAKE 2: Sulk.
"-and Aoko told us that as a revenge for Kuroba flipping her skirt she-"
"...Heiji, that's the tenth time you've said that."
"...Ran and Kudo eloped."
"You're not listening are you?"
"Seriously, Heiji. Are you still sulking just because I didn't tell you where I was for one night?"
"I AM NOT SULKING!"
"...Of course not. Open your mouth, it's time to check your temperature. Idiot. Only you would get a fever when looking for someone."
"I CAN DO IT MYSELF! AND WHO'S FAULT DO YOU THINK THIS IS?!"
"Yeah, yeah. I already apologised. And I'm looking after you, aren't I?"
"When I found you, you mumbled something about a favor..."
"Ah! Don't drop the thermometer, stupid!"
"Y-you heard that?!"
"No, just the part about a favor...why? What'd you say?"
"Come on, what did you say? Hey, tell meeeeeee!"
"Ah! Your face has gotten hotter! Is your fever going up?!"
"SHUT UP KAZUHA!"
Author's Note: ^_^ The longest one-shot I have EVER written. So, didya get the hints? Review please!