I've got nothing. Not even any chocolate, I finished it writing this.
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Conan threw a suspicious glance at the teenager walking next to him.
Heiji just casually whistled a few notes.
Conan thought about kicking him.
"If you're here to drag me off on a case…"
Heiji held up his hands, trying to appear innocent, "Who me? Course not. Wouldn't think of it."
They slowed to a stop as they reached a crossing.
"So… ya wanna go see a movie?" Heiji asked.
Conan scowled a little, "You're not gonna get me into anything more than PG."
"Nothin' wrong with PG movies," Heiji said.
"There is when that's all you're able to watch."
Heiji sighed gustily, "I could go rent one if ya want. Ya know, something with sex scenes an' horrific violence."
Conan raised his eyebrows as the lights changed and they crossed the road. When they reached they other side they continued on, walking into the park and finding an empty bench.
"I guess a movie would be alright," Conan said eventually.
Heiji had opened his mouth to reply when his phone suddenly rang.
"Hang on a sec'," he fumbled for the phone and glanced at the caller, "Kazuha, damn."
"You didn't tell her you were going anywhere, did you?"
Heiji rolled his eyes, "It's Sunday, she's not my damn keeper," he answered the phone, "Yo, Kazuha."
"Heiji," her voice came over the phone loud and clear in the quiet park, "Where are you? Your mum says she doesn't know where ya went."
"I just went out for a day, what's it matter?"
"Are you with a girl or something?" she demanded.
Heiji and Conan exchanged a glance and a devious idea popped into Conan's head.
"What the hell are ya talking about?!" Heiji half-yelled back.
Conan brought the bow tie up to his mouth. Good, Heiji wasn't looking.
"Heiji! Oh, oh… ah!"
Heiji blanched at the breathy loud female voice next to him.
Conan's unholy smirk widened, "Oh, Heiji!"
On the other end of the phone Kazuha seemed to have regained the ability to speak.
"Hei-Heiji! What are you doing!"
"N-nothin'!" he insisted, "It's just-"
"What'd ya mean, 'nothing'! That didn't sound like nothin'!"
"Ahou! I told ya, its nothin'!"
"Don't call me an ahou, you ahou!"
Heiji scowled into the phone, "Ahou, just lay off, would ya? It's none o' ya business."
"Heiji-"
She was cut off as he hung up and turned his phone off.
"You're going to pay for that tomorrow," Conan observed, hopping off the bench.
Heiji growled and grabbed for him but the diminutive detective was too quick. Conan glanced back, "Problem?"
"What the hell was that?!" Heiji exploded.
Conan cocked his head, "Can't you tell? I want you. I need you. Oh, baby. Oh, baby," he deadpanned.
This time he didn't quite make it when the much taller boy lunged. Heiji held the struggling not-really-seven-year-old up by the back of his jacket. Conan scowled but stopped his fruitless struggling.
"I ought to drop-kick ya out or window or somethin'."
Conan smirked, "Aw, you love me."
"Do I look like I'm gonna let that stop me?"
Conan blinked suddenly enormous blue eyes innocently, "You wouldn't really hurt me, would you, Heiji-niichan?"
Heiji rolled his eyes and dropped him, "One of these days, Kudou."
Conan shrugged his rumpled clothes neat again and casually rested his hands behind his head, "We gonna get that movie or not?"
-Fin-
