Author's note: If I owned this, I would: 1) be freaking rich, 2) spend every on of my vacations in Hawaii, 3) write my fanfics in a much better computer than this old thing which snaps off every thirty minutes, 4) as a matter of fact, I wouldn't write fanfics at all. I would be putting my ideas down straight in the mange (in spite of the fact that I draw real, real bad.) If I owned DC…
Alas, I don't.
What if… he saw her with another guy.
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Heart of glass
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Hattori Heiji had a heart of glass.
Everyone agreed upon that. And there were many reasons about it.
Unlike Kudo Shinichi or even Hakuba Saguru, he took no pity in the murderers' motives. They had killed, that was a point. They had killed and they had to pay for it. He didn't approve of death penalty, but he would show no mercy in sending them in prison. He was cold in thinking the suspects and alibis over, cold in discovering the truth hidden behind that hide-and-seek play.
He didn't care about danger. He rode his bike off to death if that was where it would take him. Accidents was things he was familiar with – even when he was katana-injured, even when there were a couple of bullets buried deep in his stomach, if he was up to something he would bring it to its end… or die, which so far wasn't something he'd experienced.
He'd been close to, though. More often than Kazuha liked.
Yeah, there was the Kazuha matter.
Surprisingly, he'd always been totally clueless about her. About her feelings. About the way she thought of him. It wasn't that he didn't care, it was that he'd never stopped to think about it.
And day after day, year after year, he kept breaking her heart, just a little more. Another crack. Another split. And her heart kept breaking, its small pieces shattering to the ground.
When she gave him a card and chocolate for the first time, he gave her a bizarre look and asked her what that was for. It wasn't his birthday or anything. It was – he checked rapidly on the calendar – the 14th of February. It wasn't like there was something peculiar about that day.
When he rode her on his bike for the first time, he felt her nails bury in his stomach. He asked her if she would loosen her grip. She was hurting him, and it was difficult to drive properly with her body so firmly pressed to his back.
When a random girl asked him out for the first time, he pushed her away with no compassion. He didn't care a penny for the tears that were running down her cheeks. He went back in his own classroom and closed the door.
When the papers asked him for the first time about Kazuha and himself, he waved a dismissing hand and said something about a bossy ahou. This ended in a fight between the two of them. But he meant what he'd said.
When she asked him to go to the cinema with her, he said yes, but he kept commenting on the silliness of the plot through the whole film. When they got out, he walked her to her house, but didn't even kiss her on the cheek before going away.
When he met Kudo, he immediately saw he and Ran were in love. Surprising that he shouldn't see how much Kazuha looked jealous when he told her first about the amazing 'Kudo'. He didn't even think she took him for a girl.
When they defeated the Black Organisation together, and they got out of the ruined building that had once been their headquarters, Kazuha ran up to him, her face worried and fearful, and he didn't even take her in his arms. He smiled at her and walked away with Kudo, who was seriously injured.
When they entered university, he didn't even feel a pang to the heart as he discovered that Kazuha and he were going to different schools. He smiled, patted her on the shoulder, and said, "Why do you look so disturbed? It's not like we would never meet again, is it?"
When he called her for the first time in months, he was surprised to find her in tears. And he certainly didn't understand why she was yelling at him like that. After all, if she wanted to hear from him, couldn't she call him first?
When she shouted at him that he'd changed his cell and hadn't even given her the new number, he found nothing to say but, 'Well, I did call you at last, didn't I?' and he had no idea why she hung up violently, with a sob.
When he dated a girl for the first time, it didn't last a week. But Kazuha saw them both in the street. His date took her for an ex-girlfriend of his and broke off.
When he dated a girl for the second time, it lasted three days. She stole his first kiss from him, and that's why he broke off.
When Kazuha sent him a Valentine card and chocolate for the last time, he called her impatiently and asked her to stop. He was growing tired of this childish custom. She asked if he'd kept the omamori she'd given him so long ago. That old thing? He must have lost it somewhere.
When he found it back, lying in the dust beneath his bed, he looked irritated and began with tossing it away. Then he remembered that it had once saved Kudo's life, and pulled it back around his neck.
When Shinichi and Neechan married, he saw Kazuha for the first time in one whole year. She saw the omamori in his collar. Being slapped in a church isn't a good thing for reputation. He didn't meet her in another year after that.
When he saw her in the street with another guy, he wondered vaguely who the block was, until he saw them hug.
At that moment his brain lost track of 'when's.
It didn't mean anything, of course – it could've been a friends' hug, for all they did. It was probably a friends' hug. Kazuha wouldn't date a guy like that.
Or would she?
The old him would've gone and cut the guy to slices, for a reason he ignored. The new him just hung where he stood, staring at the two young adults in the opposite sidewalk, and didn't move, for a reason he was beginning to perceive.
They parted, the guy going one way and Kazuha another – they didn't kiss, his mind registered… they would've kissed if they were dating…
He looked at her as she strolled away in the street, her long brown hair floating lightly around her shoulders. He felt, as he watched her disappear round the nearest corner, a strange impression springing from a place close to his lungs, swelling in his throat, growing in his mouth, throbbing in his head. It was painful and sad.
Hearts of glass were cold and hard, and so easily broken.
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My shortest fanfic so far! And my saddest, too. Well, is it a sad ending? I'm not sure. You can make it out for yourselves… (shrug) and I wanted this collection of oneshots to be happy, fluffy ones allll the way…