He frowned deeply and heaved an exhausted sigh, he didn't want these feelings anymore, he wanted them to be done and over with. His face fell as he realized he couldn't hate Shinichi, or even attempt to distance himself from him anymore than he already has. He leaned his head on the cool window, it felt nice against his forehead, he closed his eyes. Yet all he saw was Shinichi standing there, with that know-it-all smirk. He felt his lips stretch into a soft smile, he loved that smirk, but what he loved most of all were Shinichi's eyes. Those eyes that were full of determination, strength, and wisdom.
He sighed softly, if only he could be brave enough to say how he really felt, but his heart quivered at the thought. His whole body shook with fear, he couldn't stand to be rejected he didn't want to hear from Shinichi's own mouth that he could never love him. He frowned, how he wished that he and Shinichi could be happy together. He chuckled abit to himself, it was amusing that up till he met Shinichi he had no interest in love. Love was just a four letter word that got in the way of his true passion, detective work.
It may have been he'd never found anyone that shared his passion for all things. Yet Shinichi embodied those passions even more so than himself, it was as if he'd found his one true love. He sighed gently,
"I wish I could tell you Shinichi" he whispered to his reflection.
"Tell me what?" Conan asked jumping up onto the seat next to Heiji.
Heiji felt his face drain of color as he slowly looked at the small boy next to him. He felt his heart jump suddenly, even when he was in that ridiculously small body, he could see those eyes had never changed. He stared at Conan silently for a minute,
"What are you doing here?" He asked in his usually thick Osaka accent.
"Going to Osaka, Uncle decided to take us there all of a sudden" Conan said blinking at him. Something wasn't right about Heiji, the usual fire in his eyes had wavered. He frowned slightly.
"Somethings wrong" Conan noted to Heiji who swallowed hard and started to sweat some "What were you wanting to tell me?" he asked curiously.
Heiji frowned, he was so tempted to let Shinichi know, his heart raced quickly in his chest. He could hardly breath, his fingers went cold and numb, his whole body quivered. Conan watched in silence, patiently waiting for Heiji to tell him.
Conan watched Heiji's face closely, and noticed a small spot of face paint still left. He reached out and wiped it away, and touched the smooth skin of the boy next to him. He marveled for what seemed an eternity at how soft his tanned skin was. The color of maple syrup, deep and rich, he saw Heiji tense up at his touch and jerked his hand back. Only to have his face caught by Heiji's large hands, Heiji moved and kissed Conan's lips firmly.
Conan froze, his face went completely red then he slowly melted into the kiss. When they finally broke for air, Heiji looked at Conan, his eyes filled with a wonder, a question unspoken. Conan smiled "I do too" he answered touch Heiji's soft hands.
He knew it, from the first get go, him and Heiji were one in the same, two halves of a whole. He felt Heiji relax under his hand and looked at the taller boy, and smiled seeing that warm beautiful smile spread across that sun kissed face. He returned it, their feelings had finally connected after running around in circles, they'd finally come home.
Conan slipped his hand into Heiji's gently, he marveled at the size but that didn't matter anymore. He had a new purpose now, no longer was it to get his body back for Ran, but for Heiji. He knew the road was going to be long and tough, but with Heiji by his side he knew it'd be alright now. They were together at last.