Come Back, Kudo. Come Back Alive.

By tonsostuff

Author's Note: For those of you who have read any of my other fics, I put this one in as a different format (words centered, title in the chapter). The reason is simply that I wanted to do something a bit different, not just the usual. This is a one-shot piece so it doesn't matter too much. Anyway, enjoy!

P.S. This, as many of my other fics, is based on The Raven Chaser, which in my opinion is the best DC movie ever yet to be produced (ok, technically I can't say that since I haven't found time to watch The Lost Ship in the Sky yet). Everything so far has been regarding Conan, but this one is on Heiji, and what he felt after that phone call that he received from Conan when Conan was researching the case.

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"Arigato, Hattori. Really."

Heiji blinked. "Kudo…" he said. The Detective of the East's voice sounded odd, as if he was on a suicide mission. No, Kudo was too smart for that, he wouldn't, would he?

"Ah, yes," Heiji tried to remain calm and as if nothing had ever happened. "Recently I found this great restaurant and really want to take you there, so how about you come over to Osaka sometime?"

There was a pause on the phone. "Ah...ok…"

Heiji's expression hardened and became more stern. "You have to come. I'm waiting."

Heiji could almost see the not-kid's knowing expression. "Ok. Goodbye." The latter hung up the phone.

Heiji clenched the phone tight in his hand, a bad feeling in his stomach. Kudo. Don't die. You better come back.

Recently, Heiji had begun to regard the other detective as less of a rival and more of a...almost a little brother. Doubtless, the two were friends. Heiji cared about Kudo's safety more than almost anything, he'd kill himself before he betrayed Kudo in any way or form.

Heiji was worried sick about the boy. If he died...no, it was best not to think about it. Kudo was like him, headstrong, arrogant (though he would never admit it), and reckless, easily throwing away their own safety for what Heiji hoped counted as justice and truth. If he caught the slightest whiff of a possible case, he would die before he let the culprit escape. "Stupid tantei," Heiji muttered, knowing full well that he was being a hypocrite. How many times had Kazuha spoke the exact same words, except directed at him?

Heiji felt helpless, no, useless, no both. He was stuck in Osaka, had school, and was in no mood to arrange last-minute transportation. Tomorrow, maybe, he would be able to travel to Tokyo, maybe even tonight if he hurried. He was about to make a phone call to his father, asking for last minute arrangements when his phone rang.

"Is this Hattori Heiji speaking? We have a case, absolutely urgent, woman murdered, name by Watanabe Mizuki…"

"I'll be there soon," Heiji promised. Sighing, he knew that he wouldn't be able to get to Kudo, not with a case coming up. He knew Kudo wouldn't have let him come for him when a case was up, heck, Kudo might kill him if he did that. "Oi!" he called. "Taxi!"

As he stepped into the vehicle, he paused.

Come back, Kudo, Heiji thought. Come back alive.

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Author's Note: Er, I wasn't quite sure why I wrote this, I just felt that I wanted to. The relationship between Conan and Heiji is really interesting and after watching The Raven Chaser for the umpteenth time (and I only started yesterday!), I decided to write something regarding Heiji and Conan. Please review, I suppose, and thanks for reading this, since it was mainly a distraction from my other fics!