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[Feb. 19] [Detective Conan] On the Roof
Title: On the Roof
Day/Theme: Feb. 19: "And every creature shall be purified.”
Series: Detective Conan
Character/Pairing: Shinichi, Heiji
Rating: R/M
Shinichi looked carefully around the roof to make certain there was no one else up there. He wanted to be alone; there were to be no witnesses to his death, and no questions as to how it had happened. No suspicions of foul play at another’s hand.
He had stolen the scalpel—his morals were completely shot to hell as it was, in his opinion, so what was a small theft as well? A nurse had been wheeling a cart of tools down the hallway, and he had accidentally bumped into the cart. She had been so concerned with making sure the little boy was all right that she hadn’t noticed that one small, sharp instrument had gone missing.
It wasn’t the method he would have chosen had he the true freedom to choose. He would have preferred something instantaneous. But given the situation, he had to go with what was available.
After waiting for the moment when he was alone and unsupervised, he had seen his opportunity. And now here he was, looking out over the city for the last time as he steeled himself for what he was about to do—no, what he needed to do..
He didn’t know why he was even hesitating, really. The guilt and the memories were tearing him apart, piece by piece, from the inside out. He just couldn’t deal with it. And everyone around him who professed to care…he wondered what their conversations were like when they were beyond the white-painted walls of his hospital room, when they could speak their true feelings without him overhearing.
The only one who had seen even a fraction of how deep it all really ran was Ran. She had sat beside him that night when he had broken down in her arms. She had held him and promised that she would never leave him…but he couldn’t pull her down. Asking her to stay with him…entreating her to stay by the side of a murderer…he really was selfish to the last.
No. He wouldn’t do that to her. She deserved so much better than that—better than him.
Now to just do it—he reached into his robe pocket and felt cold metal there. He started to withdraw it—
“What are you doing?”
Shinichi whipped around, shoving his hand back down into his pocket.
Hattori was standing between him and the stairs. The Osakan detective was watching him warily.
Oh no, this was bad…this was so bad…
“Bet you’re tired of that room, aren’t you?”
Shinichi froze and blinked in surprise.
Heiji was walking towards him with even strides; his expression was a bit more understanding now. “I don’t blame you. I’d go nuts in there too.” He stopped beside Shinichi, looking out over the horizon. “I don’t get why they can’t give hospital rooms some color. And being cooped up like that…I couldn’t deal with it. Never been a big fan of sitting still.”
Shinichi looked up at him in shock. He really didn’t suspect anything?
“At least there’s some fresh air up here. It’ll do ya some good,” Hattori added, turning and leaning back against the fence that ran around the roof’s perimeter so he could face Shinichi.
At a loss for what else to do, Shinichi nodded. He kept the one hand in his pocket. Just knowing the scalpel was there and he could still use it…it made him feel better. He felt calmer, knowing he had that out. He just needed a moment alone to take it.
“I’m glad to see you up and about, though,” Heiji went on. “Every time I see you, it seems like you’re doing better. You’re letting people get close to you again—I know that’s made everyone else really happy, too. We were all really worried about you, Shorty.”
Not so much as a ruffle at the nickname. Just a slight nod of acknowledgement.
“But you should be careful,” Heiji warned. “If you’re creeping around or sneaking off, people are going to think you’re up to something.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “Are you up to something, Kudo?”
Shinichi shook his head a little too quickly.
“Good,” Heiji said, a slightly harder edge creeping into his voice. “If you’re not up to anything, then you should have no problem showing me whatever it is that you’re hiding in your pocket.”
That struck a visible nerve. Shinichi went two shades paler and took a step back, eyes widening.
Hattori straightened, all humor gone from his eyes and voice; he crossed his arms. “Now. What are you really doing up here, Kudo? And what do you have?”
Shinichi shook his head in answer to both questions.
After studying him for a moment, Hattori sighed. “You have two options. Option number one: you can show me what you have of your own free will. Option number two: I will come over there, and I will take it from you forcibly. You will be afraid of me, and I will have to live with that. But if you’ve got something and you’re trying to hide it from me, then I think it’s something I need to be worried about.”
Now shaking from head to toe, Shinichi took another step back, his hand still deep in his pocket. He couldn’t possibly outrun Hattori, and he certainly couldn’t best him in a struggle.
Apparently taking his hesitation as a negative answer, Heiji advanced; he crossed the short distance between them, reached down, and grabbed his arm in an iron hand.
Get away get away get away—
Shinichi’s only instinct said to escape at any cost, and he made the choice. He threw the scalpel to the ground at Heiji’s feet and pulled his arm free while Heiji was distracted by it. He stumbled backwards, clutching at the spot where he had been held and looking around for a nonexistant escape.
So he stood there and watched as Hattori picked it up and examined it. He saw his expression change as comprehension dawned. And he waited for what was surely to come as Heiji straightened up to his full height and turned to face him.
PS. PLEASE TO NOT BE HURTING ME FOR ENDING IT THERE *RUNS LIKE THE WIND*
Day/Theme: Feb. 19: "And every creature shall be purified.”
Series: Detective Conan
Character/Pairing: Shinichi, Heiji
Rating: R/M
Shinichi looked carefully around the roof to make certain there was no one else up there. He wanted to be alone; there were to be no witnesses to his death, and no questions as to how it had happened. No suspicions of foul play at another’s hand.
He had stolen the scalpel—his morals were completely shot to hell as it was, in his opinion, so what was a small theft as well? A nurse had been wheeling a cart of tools down the hallway, and he had accidentally bumped into the cart. She had been so concerned with making sure the little boy was all right that she hadn’t noticed that one small, sharp instrument had gone missing.
It wasn’t the method he would have chosen had he the true freedom to choose. He would have preferred something instantaneous. But given the situation, he had to go with what was available.
After waiting for the moment when he was alone and unsupervised, he had seen his opportunity. And now here he was, looking out over the city for the last time as he steeled himself for what he was about to do—no, what he needed to do..
He didn’t know why he was even hesitating, really. The guilt and the memories were tearing him apart, piece by piece, from the inside out. He just couldn’t deal with it. And everyone around him who professed to care…he wondered what their conversations were like when they were beyond the white-painted walls of his hospital room, when they could speak their true feelings without him overhearing.
The only one who had seen even a fraction of how deep it all really ran was Ran. She had sat beside him that night when he had broken down in her arms. She had held him and promised that she would never leave him…but he couldn’t pull her down. Asking her to stay with him…entreating her to stay by the side of a murderer…he really was selfish to the last.
No. He wouldn’t do that to her. She deserved so much better than that—better than him.
Now to just do it—he reached into his robe pocket and felt cold metal there. He started to withdraw it—
“What are you doing?”
Shinichi whipped around, shoving his hand back down into his pocket.
Hattori was standing between him and the stairs. The Osakan detective was watching him warily.
Oh no, this was bad…this was so bad…
“Bet you’re tired of that room, aren’t you?”
Shinichi froze and blinked in surprise.
Heiji was walking towards him with even strides; his expression was a bit more understanding now. “I don’t blame you. I’d go nuts in there too.” He stopped beside Shinichi, looking out over the horizon. “I don’t get why they can’t give hospital rooms some color. And being cooped up like that…I couldn’t deal with it. Never been a big fan of sitting still.”
Shinichi looked up at him in shock. He really didn’t suspect anything?
“At least there’s some fresh air up here. It’ll do ya some good,” Hattori added, turning and leaning back against the fence that ran around the roof’s perimeter so he could face Shinichi.
At a loss for what else to do, Shinichi nodded. He kept the one hand in his pocket. Just knowing the scalpel was there and he could still use it…it made him feel better. He felt calmer, knowing he had that out. He just needed a moment alone to take it.
“I’m glad to see you up and about, though,” Heiji went on. “Every time I see you, it seems like you’re doing better. You’re letting people get close to you again—I know that’s made everyone else really happy, too. We were all really worried about you, Shorty.”
Not so much as a ruffle at the nickname. Just a slight nod of acknowledgement.
“But you should be careful,” Heiji warned. “If you’re creeping around or sneaking off, people are going to think you’re up to something.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “Are you up to something, Kudo?”
Shinichi shook his head a little too quickly.
“Good,” Heiji said, a slightly harder edge creeping into his voice. “If you’re not up to anything, then you should have no problem showing me whatever it is that you’re hiding in your pocket.”
That struck a visible nerve. Shinichi went two shades paler and took a step back, eyes widening.
Hattori straightened, all humor gone from his eyes and voice; he crossed his arms. “Now. What are you really doing up here, Kudo? And what do you have?”
Shinichi shook his head in answer to both questions.
After studying him for a moment, Hattori sighed. “You have two options. Option number one: you can show me what you have of your own free will. Option number two: I will come over there, and I will take it from you forcibly. You will be afraid of me, and I will have to live with that. But if you’ve got something and you’re trying to hide it from me, then I think it’s something I need to be worried about.”
Now shaking from head to toe, Shinichi took another step back, his hand still deep in his pocket. He couldn’t possibly outrun Hattori, and he certainly couldn’t best him in a struggle.
Apparently taking his hesitation as a negative answer, Heiji advanced; he crossed the short distance between them, reached down, and grabbed his arm in an iron hand.
Get away get away get away—
Shinichi’s only instinct said to escape at any cost, and he made the choice. He threw the scalpel to the ground at Heiji’s feet and pulled his arm free while Heiji was distracted by it. He stumbled backwards, clutching at the spot where he had been held and looking around for a nonexistant escape.
So he stood there and watched as Hattori picked it up and examined it. He saw his expression change as comprehension dawned. And he waited for what was surely to come as Heiji straightened up to his full height and turned to face him.
PS. PLEASE TO NOT BE HURTING ME FOR ENDING IT THERE *RUNS LIKE THE WIND*