Hello, Nightshade268 here. This is another oneshot that I made.

It's slightly more happy this time so have fun reading!

Disclaimer: I don't own Detective Conan :(


"It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light." – Aristotle

Heiji usually had good dreams.

Okonomiyaki, baseball, Kazuha. Mainly Kazuha. For most of the fun part of his life that didn't involve successful cases and Kudo, it was Kazuha. They've been together for the majority of each other's lives.

But ever since that trip to the mermaid island, each time after every case, he'd have nightmares. Nightmares related to that case.

It would always be Kazuha.

Kazuha being stabbed.

Kazuha hanging herself from the ceiling.

Kazuha poisoned from a drink.

Kazuha being murdered in the most gruesome way possible.

And the most horrible part?

He would always be too late. Everything would always be too late. She would always be dead when he got to her side.

And each time, he would wake up in cold sweat, heart thundering, panic in his chest.

He'd call her every time that happened. He'd call just to hear her voice, just to know she's safe. When she wouldn't or couldn't pick up, he'd get his jacket and walk to her house. He'd climb up the tree that branched towards her balcony. She'd leave the door open because she knew he'd always go through there.

When he'd get inside, he'd gaze at for a while, relief coming slowly in him. Then he'd poke her until she'd move over and he'd slip beside her in the bed.

And every morning, Kazuha would always be there, alive and smiling.

And the nightmares that haunted him would be gone with the morning mist.


I expected that to be a bit longer. It's extremely short…Oh well.

I hope you liked it!

See ya'll next time!