Most teenagers strongly disliked school. Heiji Hattori was not like most teenagers; oh no, no, he did not dislike school. He hated it with a firey passion that could only be described as a cat hating a dog. He blew off so much class jsut to get away fromt he damn place that the school began sending letters home to his parents. Regardless, school was finally becoming easy as teachers began giving less of a crap as to what their students did, end of the year finals finally out of the way and summer shenangians finally at hand.

Speaking of shenanigains, Heiji had his head down on his desk, thinking up exactly what his summer fun would contain, expecially with the knowledge he already retained. It had been brought up about three weeks ago, Conan staying at his home for a few weeks that summer as Ran and the old man were making plans with he girl's mother. It didn't take much to convince his parents to allow it and by that time, Heiji was already mentally planning what they would do in that time frame; tour Osaka, solve a murder, find out ways to make coke and mentos even better than they already were, the list just went on and on. It would have continued to go on too had a sudden slap to the back of the head not been delieved by Kazuha, who sat herself down on Heiji's desk, looking more irritated witht he boy than usual.

"What do you mean you can't come to my aunt's hosue with me?" The girl snapped angrly, shooting daggers in her friend's direction. Heiji was preoccupied rubbing the pain away from the back of his head. He glares back just as hard at the girl, who looks the least bit impressed,

"I told ya, ahou, Ku-Conan is staying the week." Heiji bites back in anger, though he flinches slightly at his own words, watching Kazuha do the same. The young lady before him has not lost one ounce of her anger as she slams both palms onto the male's desk, causing him to tip back in his chair in an attempt to avoid her angered glare.

"I'm beginin' to think ya have a thing for Conan-kun!" Kazuha blurted out so quickly, Heiji hardly had time to regain himself, tipping so far back in his chair that the legs kicked out from under him, sending him to the floor in an epic display of flailing. A small knot was already forming on the back of his head as the teen detective rose quickly from his spot on the floor, an accusing finger already poised before the girl's face.

"Listen, ahou, I ain't a pervert and I ain't gay! Conan is like- er, a best friend to me." Heiji's confidence began to taper as he thought that one over. He knew Conan would kick a soccer ball in to his teeth if he ever heard him say that, so honestly, it wasn't something he wanted repeated to Kazuha. He already knew the kid could hardly stand him, but even so, best friend hardly seemed like the right word.

It took some time for things to get the way they were, as the two often found themselves competing vigorously to solve a case, attempting to crush the other's confidence; however, after one too many close calls and the realization that they worked better together than fighting, Heiji and Conan began developing more of a brother ship than a friendship. There was no denying it; everyone saw it, the way they found more enjoyment in a case as their minds worked in tandem to complete a case, only to talking wildly into the night about just how great it went. In all honesty, the friendship was good for both of them; Heiji kept Conan from spiraling into a frenzy while Conan kept Heiji from losing his head.

But, that was during cases. None of that mattered when it came to just being bros; they didn't have to look after one another, they just had to make sure that neither of them got arrested.

Shouldn't be too hard, right?

Kazuha slapped Heiji's hand away from her face, still quite angry with her friend, "Whatever. I'll go to my aunt's house alone then."

"Fine then." Heiji picked his chair off the floor, setting it back up before sitting down in it slowly, slightly scarred off of ever sitting in it again. Kazuha tilted her nose to the ceiling as she stormed back off to her desk, waiting patiently for the bell to ring.

With school now tucked behind him and a stretch of time to do whatever he damn well wanted, The Greta Detective of the West wasted no time in getting his happy ass home, ready to shed himself of his school uniform and kick back for an hour or two before his shrunken companion arrived. Parking his motorcycle in the garage, not even bothering to bring his backpack in (though it would most likely result in to some rather unpleasant findings at the end of the year when his left-over bento box gave up to the summer heat) and waltzed to his front door. Much to his surprise though, active chatting was already underway.

"Conan-kun, would you like another cup of tea?" Heiji immediately recognized the voice to belong to his mother, the name he knew belonged to his young friend...was he here already?

"Yes, ma'am." Conan squeaked in a type of childish manner that Heiji only got to hear when Ran or Kazuha was in the room. It made him roll his eyes, knowing damn well that it was only an act. No matter; he kicked off his shoes, leaning against the hallway wall to listen in on the conversation.

"Heiji should be home any minute now; he's been talking all about his plans for this summer."

"Really, Mrs. Heiji's mom?" That fake kid voice was getting to be just too much as Heiji tried to hold back his fit of laughter. The voice just sounded so full of curiosity that Heiji knew Kudo did not posses. The poor kid was probably miserable about being here anyhow.

"Yes, yes. He said you'll have a lot of fun." His mother's voice sounded as though she had to choose her words carefully, as if the wrong thing would send the boy in to a fit of excitement.

"Oh boy! I love hanging out with Heiji-niichan! He's so cool!" Conan's voice seemed to jump twelve octives in an attempt to mask his own laughter, something Heiji noticed quickly. Giving up his hiding place, Heiji stepped in to the kitchen.

"I heard my name." The male mused, handing finding the back of his neck. Continuing the act from before, Conan leaped from his seat, rushing to the boy,

"Heiji-niichan! Look, I came early! Ran booked the wrong train so I got here an hour ago! Your mom made me tea and cookies which is great because you would never do that!" Conan's smiled has grown so much it looks like it'll fall off his face. Heiji smiles back in the same manner before grabbing the kid by the back of his shirt, holding him at eye level. Both boy's lose their grins, casual smirks replacing them.

"Nice act." Heiji commented before returning the boy to the floor. Conan scurries to straighten himself up, dusting off the front of his t shirt. He steps beside Heiji, the taller boy kneels to make them the same height.

Heiji always thought that was important, being eye level with Kudo whenever they spoke. It was something the kid appreciated, knowing he didn't have to look up to a fellow detective his own age.

"Heiji, why don't you take Conan-kun to your room?" Heiji's mother reached beside her, tugging one of three of the boy's suitcases. Heiji raised an eyebrow at all the cases, something Conan noticed right away.

"Ran-neechan had me pack lots of clothes! I had to pack an additional one just to fit candy and soda and stuff!" Conan throws his arms in the air, casting a glance over at Heiji, who immediately figure out which 'candy' (mentos) and 'soda' (diet coke) he was talking about.

"Oh! That reminds me, Heiji, will do go to the store for me, it seems I forgot to pick up a few things when I was there earlier."

Looks like adventure number one would begin at the store.

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