Pairing: ShinRan
Summary: Nee-chan, ya always wondered where Kudo went. Here's ya answer.
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Don't Look
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Why the hell is Hattori here?
Conan groaned aloud, suppressing the scowl that threatened to cross his face.
Another day, another case.
This time, it was the murder of a company's president. The mystery splattered across the newspaper's headlines, and Inspector Megure came to the Sleeping Kogoro – Conan – for help.
And here Conan thought things couldn't get worse after getting rapped on the head for rummaging through the photos the inspector brought along, until the Detective of the West came barging in through the office's door.
Without knocking.
A wide grin greeted him, and the teen detective ruffled his hair, treating him like a brat – after the hundredth almost-slipup of his name.
He did not need anymore trouble contributing to his foul mood since last night.
Ran had asked for the reason Heiji came over.
The case, of course, Heiji had answered. It was a locked room murder, so he thought someone – he leered at Conan – needed help.
As to whether Heiji was really here to help or to compete with him, Conan did not know. And he certainly did not want to find out.
It made his head spin to even think about it.
Spin... spinning…
Why was the room spinning? Conan saw two Heijis beside him. Not good.
They boy's head felt heavy, and black spots dotted his vision. Before long, breathing became quite a chore.
Everyone was too absorbed in the case to notice that Conan was perspiring profusely despite the cool weather.
Thud.
"O-oi, Ku-" Heiji, who sat beside Conan, startled when Conan collapsed onto his lap. "C-Conan!"
"Conan-kun, are you alright?" Ran ran over to the boy and knelt beside him, placing her palm on his forehead. "He's running a high fever!"
Heiji got up from his position, never taking his eyes off Conan.
Breathing heavily through his mouth, Conan clutched the clothe at his chest, eyeing Heiji desperately.
Oi, oi, Kudo never said anything about taking a temporary antidote!
As if reading his mind, Conan rasped, "It was.. supposed to be… a f-failure…"
Or maybe the expression on Heiji's face – wide eyes and slacked jaw – was really comprehensible.
No one but Heiji understood what Conan meant. Then again, they couldn't care about it right now.
"I'll call for an ambulance!" Inspector Megure took off to where the phone was, and was about to dial the number when Heiji spun on his heel and slammed the receiver back onto the phone.
"Ya can't call for an ambulance!" Heiji closed his eyes, ready for the rapid fire of questions.
"What do you mean-" Kogoro began to protest, but was cut off by Conan's agonized yell which pulled everyone back to the present situation at hand.
"Conan-kun, you'll be fine!" Ran cooed, worry in her voice evident.
Heat coursed through Conan's entire body and his face scrunched in pain. Sweat soaked his clothes. The boy let out a sharp gasp.
Heiji knew he could not help Conan get away this time. What would he tell them if he went out with Conan and came back with Shinichi?
"H-Hattori..!" Conan begged the teen to do something to get him out of here. Anything.
Heiji responded to Conan's plea with a shake of his head, "I'm sorry." – not something Conan had wanted to hear.
Heiji motioned for Ran to move aside. The girl was reluctant at first, but she remembered how Heiji always helped Conan when something like this happened. She stepped away.
Heiji began to undress Conan, starting with unbuttoning his shirt.
"What are you-"
Heiji interrupted the middle-aged detective, ordering him to bring down a blanket and a shirt and pants with a voice of authority that held no room for arguments.
Kogoro let out a 'tch' before running up the stairs to his room. The Osaka detective seemed to know what he was doing.
Kogoro came back down with the wanted items and tossed them at Heiji's side. He muttered his thanks.
Megure and Ran were silently watching, seeing how their demands for explanation were ignored. They decided to wait. And then pummel the teen.
Watching a seven-year-old writhe in pain was no easy feat though.
All of them winced on the inside, as Conan gasped and wheezed painfully, grabbing tightly onto the blanket Heiji covered him with. The blanket, in no time, was covered with sweat as well. Ran was on the verge of tears.
"Ran... don't look…"
was the last sentence that slipped from Conan's lips before he let out an ear-piercing wail.
"Conan-kun!"
Ran's cry reverberated throughout the room, but no one could hear it anymore.
Inspector Megure and Kogoro watched the scene with wide eyes and slacked jaws, as the boy grew right in front of their very being. They made inaudible sounds in utter shock.
A tear slipped down Ran's cheek.
"Nee-chan," Heiji began as he stood up slowly from the boy who turned teen, lying on the couch, barely conscious. "Ya always wondered where Kudo went. Here's ya answer."
-Owari-
My first DC Fic - go easy on me! X) I find it kind of.. lame, but I still wanted to give it a shot. I wish I could write better, but my ability lacks. Tell me what you think! Do help me point out any mistakes, since I'm pretty sure I did make some somewhere even without realising it. This was supposed to be one of the ten 'Don't' themes. Pairings may vary. I wanted to make this a ShinRan pairing, but it appears that this particular one-shot is lacking.
This whole fic itself is just a collection of one-shots. Only chapter one and two are related (chapter two is the sequel of chapter one). The rest of the chapters stand alone, unless stated otherwise.