Here we go, chapter one!! I apologize if my grammar/writing sucks, if I'm not paying attention, I'll just click "change" in SpellCheck (and I have better grammar than spellcheck does) and not all of the keys on my keyboard like being pressed. This should be interesting, I wonder how long I can write this story until I run out of ideas….. Beware, I'll totally slaughter Heiji's accent, just you watch……. Dx
Without further ado, here's the first chapter. Enjoy!!
Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own any of the characters (except for Tequila, she ninja'd her way into this story.). I only own this extremely crappy plot. ^_^;;;;;;;
It had been a normal day in the life of Hattori Heiji. Keyword: had.
Get up, argue with Kazuha, visit Kudo, argue with Kazuha, head home, argue with Kazuha, solve a murder, argue with Kazuha….
That's where the normalcy ended.
The Great Detective of the West trudged home, hat pulled low over his eyes, hands shoved in his pockets, burning with rage after a particularly bad argument with his childhood friend. That's where things took a turn for the worse.
He stopped for a moment, taking out his cellphone to check the time, when he heard voices coming from an alleyway. He froze, straining his ears in an attempt to hear what was being said, no dice.
Sighing gently, he pressed himself against the wall of a nearby building, peeking into the alleyway. I have a bad feelin' 'bout this one. He thought to himself.
His intuition turned out to be correct. At the end of the narrow alley, two figures in black were making an exchange. Heiji felt the air leave his lungs; I have to get out of her—
His thoughts were cut off by a searing pain spreading through his skull as something heavy connected with the back of his head. He felt himself fall to the ground, the pain in his head blocking out the impact of his body on the concrete, he craned his neck to look at his attacker. The blurry figure of a woman greeted his eyes before he felt them slip shut, his head falling back to the ground.
"Good work, Vermouth." A cold male voice said. Heiji felt his hat leave his head.
There was a giggle, "Ooh~! Who do we have here?" The speaker was a woman this time, perhaps in her early twenties, she seemed to chirp her words, rather than say them, and there was certain clumsiness to her speech, a foreigner maybe?
A finger poked the back of his head, Heiji let out a small hiss of pain.
The male let out an ominous sounding chuckle, "Hattori Heiji, Great Detective of the West, we finally meet."
"What're we gonna do with him, Gin-nii?"
The finger poked him again, this time he could identify it as belonging to the young woman, her long fingernails scratching against his scalp.
"I'm afraid he's seen a bit too much, Tequila, we're going to have to put him down." The woman identified as Vermouth drawled.
"Si, hermana. But how?" the girl named Tequila queried.
"Well," Vermouth began, smirk evident in her tone, "I think it's a perfect opportunity to use the Apotoxin. If he dies, it'll no doubt blow up into a big investigation, we might as well make his death as mysterious as possible."
Heiji could feel Tequila jump to her feet behind him, "Bueno idea, hermana!" she squealed, "I have a case of it with me!" There were some scuffling noises, and then a click as a case opened. Not a second later, he felt her acrylic nails scraping his face as she forced a pill into his mouth, then a vial of water was pressed to his lips, the pill sliding down his throat.
Another click, the smell of a cigarette filtered through the air. "Sayonara, Hattori Heiji, enjoy your last moments." Gin said at last, Hattori could almost hear him grinning, and then footsteps as the trio walked away.
Heiji knew he should do something, anything, to get away, but his body refused to respond to his requests. The pain in his head was a dull throb now, not so much unbearable anymore, but it made thinking all but impossible. He tried to lift his head and immediately stiffened in pain. It felt like someone had set off dynamite in his skull, his body burned to the point where it felt like his bones were melting away, his blood boiling in his veins.
Then darkness engulfing him as his consciousness fled.
"……Kid. Hey, kid, wake up!!!"
Heiji awoke to someone shaking him roughly and he groaned, all of the pain returning in a rush. He struggled to sit up, propping himself against a wall, one hand instinctively moving to cover the wound on the back of his head. By now, the blood had coagulated and Heiji stifled a scream as his fingers came in contact with the still sensitive flesh.
Man, Kazuha's gonna kill me when she finds out I did somethin' this stupid!
"Little boy, are you okay?" Heiji turned to look at the police officer, and frowned.
Little boy? That's weird; he doesn't look old enough to be calli'g me that. I'm in High School!
He suddenly had a sinking feeling, he looked down at himself. Sure enough, his pants and shirt were now dangling off of his tiny frame, his arms hidden in the sleeves of sis jacket.
"Damnit." He mumbled, "This one's gonna be fun t'explain."
The now seven year old Heiji sighed heavily, this was going to be a bad day, he could tell already.
Bleeehh….. bad ending. Please tell me what you think of this!! I'm desperately trying to improve my writing. Also, if I get any of Tequila's Spanish wrong, could you correct me? Thank you for reading.. –bows-