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clairekatswritingcorner · 7 years

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Sunsets and Trivialities

Word Count: 1,184

Summary: Heiji picks Shinichi up at a train station to solve a case, but neither of them are really sure if Shinichi’s up to the task.

*Author’s Note*: There is a bit of a disclaimer that when I was planning this fic, it was supposed to be just cute fluff and I made it angsty anyway. :U But oh well, I still think it came out perfectly sappy. This is a gift fic for my good friend @edorazzi who has been spoiling me by allowing me to talk with her so much about Detective Conan. The inspiration for this fic actually came from a headcanon she came up with that most of the people who interact with Shinichi when he’s not Conan will sometimes continue to pick him up or ruffle his hair or just treat him like they’d treat Conan without even realizing it. Bonus points that Shinichi actually kind of throws a fit in this fic too so I guess no one can really get away from the Conan persona for long :’) I hope you enjoy!

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The setting sun cast a warm hue over the city, at least in color, leaving tinges of pink, red, and orange to soak into every surface they touched. The palette crafted a subtle beauty out of the arguably ordinary city, a scene that probably would have taken the breath from anyone who stopped to observe it. Such trivial things weren’t worth considering for a certain high school detective who currently had little time on his hands and much to cover. Shinichi Kudo struggled to check his watch as he waded through the bodies bustling to and from the train, mildly perturbed that he wasn’t able to maneuver throughout them in the manner that he had become unconsciously accustomed.

Damn it, he’s late…he thought to himself as his eyes locked onto a pillar of the station where the crowd seemed to break. He veered towards it, relieved to finally have some space to recover as he stumbled into the opening, finding his breath. He snapped his phone out of his pocket in the next moment, dialing the familiar number of the boy who he was both perturbed by and worried about considering he hadn’t yet appeared to greet him.

As if answering his disgruntled thought, Heiji’s voice spoke to him not through the phone in his hand, but from his side. “Hey, Kudo. Looks like you had a little bit of trouble with the terminal, are you feeling alright?”

“You know I’m not,” Shinichi replied weakly, putting on a brave face as he slipped his phone back into his pocket. “Guess I judged you too harshly, thinking you’d keep me waiting.”

“Oi oi, when was the last time I kept you waiting for anything?”

Shinichi was sure he could reach back in his memory and pull out quite a few indisputable instances to answer, but he was feeling just dizzy enough to let it pass. “I didn’t come here to argue about things like that, we’re on a tight schedule and it’s only getting tighter the more we waste time standing here.”

“No offence, but it looks like it’s taking just about everything you have to stay on your feet,” Heiji noted, lending Shinichi an arm as the slightly delirious detective stumbled forward. “Are you sure you don’t want to sit down, take a breather?”

“I’m breathing just fine, Hattori,” Shinichi replied, pushing Heiji away with his tone while accepting his arm ruefully. “C’mon, you know that I have even less time than the last. I don’t want to wander around the train station, or sit on a bench, counting the seconds that slip away while you baby me.”

“Well it's kind of hard to ignore when someone you care about is in distress,” Heiji huffed, soured a bit by Shinichi’s choice of words. “Considering you are a baby most of the time, it’s not my fault I’m used to acting a certain way.”

Shinichi rolled his eyes, and Heiji kept his own level and observant. He knew that time was a sensitive subject for Shinichi, especially considering how much of it he was losing and how much he would continue to lose for who knew how long. He knew that Shinichi frequently found himself ensnared by thoughts of what his life was going to be like from now on, if he would ever get to be himself again. It was a painful thought, almost as painful as the physical transformation it took for him to return to the way he was meant to be. Heiji just wished that sometimes he wouldn’t be so self neglectfully stubborn. That was one of Shinichi’s bad habits that transcended the physical form he happened to be in: he worried about everyone, but he didn’t want anyone worrying about him.

But that’s what Heiji was here for. He knew this was a difficult time and form for Shinichi, a difficult state of being in general, and he had no problems offering everything he could and more to make Shinichi’s life just a little more pleasant. Shinichi took a few steps forward with him, trying to overstep him and push away on his own again. His body simply trembled as another wave of dizziness and nausea washed over him. He clenched his fists, taking another step even if he knew he might crumble to the pavement in the next second. Noticing his trajectory in an instant, Heiji wrapped his arm around Shinichi’s shoulders and took on the weight he couldn’t handle. Shinichi was starting to think that maybe it would have been better if he had just stayed Conan and found a simpler work around; at times like these, he even considered how much struggle it would save him if he gave up and stayed Conan forever.

“C’mon, Kudo, I’m not gonna stand around and watch you suffer like this.”

“I’m not suffering, damn it, just…just let me get my footing, just give me one more second, I can do this.”

Not interested in listening to Shinichi’s empty words anymore, Heiji easily heaved the boy onto his back, trudging back into the crowd with a pace he hoped would offset some of the time they’d wasted bickering. Shinichi whined, complained, and struggled from his cradled position on Heiji’s back, but Heiji didn’t pause his stride. Intent on combating Heiji’s lack of concern or attention, Shinichi went limp, feeling just obstinate enough that he minded the threat of a headache less than the idea of being treated like a child.

“Damn it Kudo, you’re just making things harder for yourself, and since I’m the only one here to deal with you, that means you’re making things harder for me!” Heiji snapped, twisting around just in time to keep Shinichi’s limp form from making any unfortunate impact with the concrete.

“I told you I don’t want to be babied, Hattori! I’m not Conan right now, I’m Shinichi Kudo, one of the only times I ever get to really be me anymore…can’t you just humor me for a little bit?”

Heiji rubbed his eyes with a sigh, taking Shinichi by the hand as he started off through the crowd again. “Stubborn, that’s the only thing you ever really are, you know that? And you also ought to know I’ve never really seen you as anyone you aren’t, Kudo. Who you are isn’t what changes, at least not in the eyes of the people that love and care about you the most.”

Shinichi felt a warm essence blossom in his chest, a separate, more comforting feeling than the searing chest pains and paralyzing burn of his nerve endings that indicated his time as Shinichi Kudo would be up once again. It was a warmth that he felt matched the splashes of color the sun’s setting rays diffused in the evening’s atmosphere. Unaware that his face was displaying this same gentle hue, an echo of the warm love that Heiji spoke of, he thought that this boy, the one who always pushed through his insecurities, his upset, and his self loathing to consistently protect the real him, looked especially beautiful in this light. How trivial.

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