Hi guys, I am back! And with a sequel to my beloved story "devotion"! Here's a little summary (honestly, more of a prelude)for you to understand THIS story better which is my first story including action next to the romance and humour and thus very very special to me. Plus, it's my 30th story, yuhuuuu(nur für dich!)!! Let's celebrate baby!! And for once I really think it's gooood! It's Cherry's b-day story 2006, so happy b-day again my dear.
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Prelude
2004
"Unforeseen, destined"
At the beginning of the story, Shinichi was calling Heiji up.
"I called you Hattori, to tell you that I was able to return to my body. And I told her how I feel about her."
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH, that's so great man!!! Congrats!!!"
"Haha, thank you!"
He and Kazuha visited Shinichi and Ran and about a week later, he received another phone-call from his now adult-sized friend with more news.
"Do you mean you really… you really…?"
"You mean if I proposed to her? Yup, I did!" Shinichi told him proudly. "Don't be so shocked, man! Why should I keep her waiting for something we know is inevitable?
While Heiji finally did sit down, on the ground, gaping at the receiver, Ran was popping the good news to Kazuha and at the same time, told her the words that would change her life for ever.
"I really think it is time you stop swearing about him like this. I don't know how long you two plan ignoring your feelings for each other."
This had started the unstoppable avalanche and Kazuha decided on finally tell Heiji how she felt. She organized a birthday-quiz for the detective and lured him to her house.
The evening was perfect when he insisted on telling her his feelings first.
"Why?"
"Because I am supposed to be the one who should say it first. I love you, Kazuha- chan!"
"You WHAT?"
A thorough make out session later…
"I want to let you know that I would not be the man I am today if not for you. You always bring out the best in me and love me for the way I am. With you I can be myself. And I can not believe I finally found the guts to confess my love to you but I did and it had been the best decision I have ever made and the best thing I have ever done in my whole life. Till now… Kazuha, when you are near me, my day brightens and when you are away the clouds push themselves in front of the sun. You make my day happy and bright and make me feel… amazing! I would like you forever to do that, to brighten up my day and my life. To do that to me and only to me, for the rest of our lives.
I would like nothing more on earth, than for you to be forever by my side. In good and bad times, till death do us part."
"Heiji..!" Kazuha whispered with huge eyes.
"Although I am stupid sometimes and ennerving and thick headed, just like you, and have forgotten the damn box with the ring, I still dare asking you, Toyama Kazuha, if you are willing to become my wife."
"OH HEIJI!" she almost screamed as she fell in his embrace and hugged him as tightly as she could.
This night, they made love for the first time and fell asleep in each others arms.
2005
"Devotion"
The morning after. All of a sudden, Kazuha was emotionally shaken with doubts. About their love, about Heiji, about herself, about everything. She got cold feet, ran away, took Ran and went with her to a mountain Inn to think things over.
As euphoric Heiji has been to wake up with Kazuha in his arms, as desperate he was as he woke up alone to find her gone. Calling Shinichi, he asked for help. He took his friend to a mountain Inn that he knew and as fate would have it, they met the girls there.
Since they'd had their girl-talk already, Kazuha was feeling confident enough to face him and her doubts while Shinichi and Ran were privately celebrating their little reunion. With hearth-melting confessions from both sides, Heiji could finally help his girl to kill any doubt left.
"Why?" she whispered. "Why do you love me?"
Heiji smiled a warm smile at the girl in front of him, laying a hand on her cheek and spoke softly to her while brushing with a thumb over her wet cheek. "Is a reason necessary? Why do I need a reason?"
Kazuha looked confused at him before he went on.
"Kudo once told me that, and I figured he was right. People need no real reason to kill each other, why do they need a reason to love another person?"
They spent the rest of their little trip, seizing their time left going to the Zoo, going on excursions, relaxing at the Inn and even dancing where on one evening, they encountered an old acquaintance.
Kazuha was run over by a guy, raised her head and was met by the sight of a handsome boy, about her age, with ruffled hair and an amazing pair of eyes. He reminded her vividly on Shinichi.
"No, it's okay, I am fine. It was partly my fault, I was daydreaming!"
But he shook his head heavily. "No, I should have taken better care of where I walk and not knock over beautiful women. I hope you forgive me!" and again, before Kazuha could react he had bend and had kissed the back of her hand. She stared at him surprised and blushed. He pulled back and grinned at her. Then his eyes scanned the place for a split second and it seemed to her like he started sweating.
"I beg your pardon but I need to hurry. Have a nice stay and I hope to see you again!" he winked at her and dashed off.
Kazuha stared after him with open mouth, wondering about the young man and about what he was running away from. Surprisingly, she could have sworn she had heard him, as he ran away, mutter something like: "Damn mop of hers!"
Shinichi recognized him but the shadow was already gone, so he thought nothing of it. Almost at the same instant, Shinichi was run over by a happy, drunken Frenchman.
Later the night, it became hot. In both rooms.
"Do… do you mind if I sleep without shirt?"
'No, I definitely have nothing against a half-naked Heiji!' Kazuha thought in delight as she played with her fingernails across his bare chest.
Our two couples returned home, where Heiji and Kazuha were about to break the news to their parents as Heiji, Heizo and Toyama senior were called to Tokyo for an emergency. Kazuha waited impatiently for Heiji's return and when he finally did return, they were granted their perfect morning after.
At the end, the clever girl from Osaka showed us impressively how to employ sexy underwear to make a detective fall off his chair in the middle of class.
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The island was a small one, hidden in a small archipelago, in a little-known, rarely trafficked part of the wide Middle Sea. It had no beaches to speak of, only a thin strip of eroded rocks skirting steep cliffs. Its interior was totally inaccessible.
Except for in one particular spot. At low tide a hole was visible in the rocks, an entrance to a small system of caves carved over the millennia by the constant bombardment of the sea. While you could never get anything so large as a yacht inside, it was just the right size for boats and other small watercraft.
A ship of twenty guns and a respectable tonnage lay at anchor not too far from the hole in the rock. Her flag was not of any country, but rather bore the black and white skull-and-crossbones motif popular among pirates of the day. Her captain, an old, leathery-looking man stood and gleefully contemplated the not-so-small fortune that he had just sent ashore in the ship's compliment of longboats to join an even larger one.
The warships of His Majesty's Royal Navy were many and powerful, and were lurking just a few islands down the archipelago, planning to make short work of the pirates and their vessel within the next few hours. The unwashed miscreants fought well, and dirty, and even bravely. But in the end, nothing remained of the floating dregs of society save for a seemingly unremarkable scrap of hide with some numbers on it.
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"There is a treasure out there; I know it!" said one red-faced Thomas J. Brewster of Sussex to another board of museum directors of London, some decades after the unnamed and largely forgotten Battle of the Lesser Atlantic Archipelago.
A leathery-looking old man leaned forward in his chair to address the younger and considerably more enthusiastic Mr. Brewster. "Money doesn't grow on trees, you know. A wild goose chase, or expedition, since you insist on using that term, of this sort would tie up a tremendous quantity of the museum's funds, funds that could otherwise be put to use maintaining the museum, or supplementing our existing collections, or Heaven knows what else."
"I concur with Mr. Elliot," said the portly chairman. "I'm sorry, Mr. Brewster, but with the way things are these days for our budget, you'll have to find your money someplace else. But don't be too downhearted," he said as Thomas's face fell, "I'm sure that there's someone out there with the money you need."
'Mr. Brewster' nodded, countenance practically on the floor, and collected the excerpts from various log books and other documents that he had brought to back up his story.
Four months, two weeks, and a day later, the Evening Star and the London Times each ran a page-two story (though of different lengths) about a mysteriously well-funded young man whose cleverness, resourcefulness, and determination had found the largest and most spectacular cache of pirate treasure since people began to record that sort of thing and that it was now on display in an underdog of a museum.
Page five of the Times featured an article on the trial of one James Elliot, who had been tried on charges of embezzling a tremendous quantity of museum funds and convicted of the same. He was sentenced to five years in prison.
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The police escorted the sullen thief out of the building. Safely out of the way stood a tall, lean man, sharp of eye and square of chin. He stood talking to another, somewhat more nondescript man, occasionally letting off a cloud of pipe smoke.
"So as you can see, Doctor," he said, "the museum break-in couldn't have been perpetrated by either of the other two suspects. As I have said on more than one occasion, once you have eliminated all other factors, the one which remains, however improbable, must be the truth."
"So you have. But it's too bad that your method of deduction won't help either us or the police to find where the treasure from the ship of Sam the Red-Whiskered Pirate."
"And who's to say that it won't? The treasure's left the country now, but my deductive methods are catching on; I heard of a police inspector in either France or Germany who was using them to great effect, though perhaps not as well as he might."
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Naturally there was a lot of commotion about the death of the late Frederic Xavier Marin. After all, it's not every day that someone passes on in so bizarre a fashion as getting crushed by his own packing boxes.
Naturally there was an investigation into the matter. It would seem that any time something weird happens it is both the right and the duty of the police to make sure that there was no malice involved. Part of this investigation focused on the packing boxes that the man had been transporting; there certainly seemed to be a lot of them.
Naturally the police found the quarter-ton of gold, jewels, and assorted manuscripts. And not just any gold, jewels, and manuscripts, but the very ones that had been stolen from a London museum not three months before. Fortunately for that museum, one of their employees had spent a good deal of time describing and cataloguing the items, and slipping small proofs-of-property tags into well-hidden locations.
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"Anyway, it was recovered and then put into a travelling exhibit. So now it's here at the Tokyo Museum of Historical Art. Doesn't that sound like fun?" asked Ran excited a not so excited, with one raised eye-brow doubting at her looking Shinichi.