Assurance

Disclaimer: Detective Conan is mine…NOT! I'm just a fangirl.. trying to fit in with everyone. So far, I'm not doing any good.

motzKID: Man, school was EXHAUSTING! Nothing like a fresh new inspiration! This story was told by my friend a few years back when she was still living in States. Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed listening and typing it.


Toyama Kazuha quickly grabbed the nearest clothes she could grab and shoved it into her suitcase. She ran across her room, snatching one of her colorful ribbons and quickly tied her hair up. She did realize that the ribbon didn't really harmonized with her clothes as she stared at the mirror.

She did make out some traces of tears on her cheeks, down to her chin. She rubbed her cheeks vigorously, struggling not to cry again since it would cause her eyes to bulge again. She fixed her dress, grabbing her suitcase and left the room, slamming her door close.

She stomped down the stairs and towards the door but as she opened the door forcefully, she was startled by the appearance of the man whom she was not supposed to be avoiding. He was breathing hard, as if he had run 5 blocks just to get there on time; before it was too late.

She gripped the handle of her suitcase, as she tried to get pass him but he was way taller than her. She stared up at him, "why are YOU here?" she asked coldly, "I told you that this is MY choice and you have nothing to do with it."

She heard him sigh, "I was just…," Hattori Heiji paused, trying not to sound too dumb, "…making sure that you know what you're doing," he said firmly, as if he was her big brother.

"I'm perfectly fine with my decision," she said dryly, trying to sound strong and angry. She didn't want him to think that she was weak, "I can take care of myself," she continued, "besides, Hiroshi will be with me," she said, pertaining to her boyfriend.

His bang covered his eyes, "are you sure you really want to be with him or…," he looked at her sternly, "are you just trying to avoid me?" he asked.

Her heart skipped a few beats but then, she had a good poker face on. She pushed her way passed him, not minding to answer his question. She quickly got into the cab and told the driver to take her to the airport.

As the cab drove off, she looked back at him. He stood there, then, he walked away. She tried to smile at the success to get away from him. She hated him anyway. But as she smiled, she felt her eyes getting swollen. Tears started flowing down her cheeks. She was CRYING.

It was the least thing she wanted to do after that bastard betrayed her with another girl. Not that she cared since she wasn't really interested in her best friend… or was she? He tried to tell her that the girl was the one flirting with him and he never liked the girl anyway. But Kazuha, being a sensitive young woman, cursed him for that.

She didn't really know why it affected her so much; why she would care. But as tears rolled down on her cheeks, she knew she loved him. LOVED him. She dated Hiroshi after that incident, which caused Heiji to be enraged. She didn't quite understand why he would be angry, though. After that, Hiroshi invited Kazuha to accompany him to go to Australia so they can live in peace.

Heiji tried to stop her. Just now, he really tried hard to stop her. Maybe she wasn't really sensitive at all. Maybe she was really trying to avoid him and maybe, just maybe, she LOVED him.

-o-o-o-

He collapsed on his bed, tired from work. He looked at his clock which told him to go take a shower and do some more paper works. He noticed that it was raining…. hard.

Beside the clock was a frame; a picture of two happy friends. Heiji grabbed the frame and stared at it for a moment. A weak smile formed on his lips as it reminded him of her.

Come to think of it, it has been 2 years since she left. "It's been that long?" he mumbled with a sad smile. He placed the frame onto its proper place: beside his bed. He figured that he would wake up in a better mood if that picture would be the first thing he'll see every morning.

As he stood up, the doorbell rang. Once, twice… thrice. He grumbled his way to the door, his eyes half closed, his necktie undone and his cuffs were opened. But as he opened the door, he was astonished to see a lady, soaking wet. Her hair turned darker brown and wet, her mascara was smudged, her white dress was completely soaked and she was crying.

His eyes widened as he stared at her from head to toe. He recognized her. Of course he did, because they have been friends for 19 years before she left.

"H-Heiji…," she mumbled. Before he could say a word, she hugged his eyes to widen. She cupped his cheeks as she smiled, still crying, "Heiji…," she said again.

She was drunk. He knew.

She leaned forwards to kiss him but then, she collapsed onto his arms. He couldn't figure out what was happening, considering that he was a detective. "Kazuha…," he finally said as he scooped her up and closed the door.

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He laid her onto his bed, changing her soaking dress into his large shirt. She was pale, probably; she was standing there for a long time. What he couldn't get was, why was she here and what was she doing outside his door in the first place…?

All those thinking made him tired. He slowly closed his eyes, leaning his head on his bed beside her and fell asleep.

-o-o-o-

She shot her eyes open, "where am I?" she thought frantically, "why am I in this room? What happened to me?" she looked down to the shirt on her, "whose shirt….?"

But then, she recognized the smell of the room, "Oh, no…," she mumbled. Suddenly, the door opened. The familiar guy sat beside her with a smile.

"Oh… hi," she said sheepishly.

He nodded, "hi to you too. It's been a long time."

There was silence.

"What happened?"

She suddenly looked at him. What DID happened…?

"Uhhm..," she thought aloud, "I really c-can't remember…," she said.

"You were drunk."

"I was?"

"Yes. Care to explain on how you 'can take care of yourself'?" he asked, mocking her a bit.

Suddenly, she burst into tears again, causing him to lean back in startle.

"Hiroshi…," she cried, "h-he left me!" she clutched his shirt and buried her face on his chest, "I didn't know where else to go! I went here but I thought you were angry at me. Ran and Shinichi were out too. I-I didn't k-know what to do anymore! I-I…," she cried; all the tears that she'd been holding in for the passed 2 years.

Heiji sighed as she cried, he felt his shirt getting wet minute by minute. His eyes softened as he felt depressed. She needed him bad. He hugged him and whispered to her ear, "but I've been waiting for you…," he said, "for the passed 2 years."

"B-But I thought y-y-you were m-mad…," she reasoned but then, he brushed her hair.

He smiled sadly, "do you think I would want to reject the girl I've been waiting for; the girl I've been dreaming of every night…?

She nodded causing him to chuckle, "idiot. Why would I do that…?" he asked, hugging her.

"Because I avoided you," she guessed.

He sighed, "silly," he sat on the bed, beside her and leaning her on his chest, "I assured you that I wouldn't allow anyone to hurt you, right?"

He felt her snuggle up in his arms, causing him to smirk, "you have my assurance," he said, "because I love you, Toyama Kazuha. More than anything else in this world," he hugged her tighter, "please don't cry. I don't like seeing you cry."

Kazuha wiped her tears.

Heiji smiled softly to her, "would you smile for me?" he asked.

Kazuha blushed a little and showed him the smile that he had longed for. He cupped her cheeks and kissed her.

He loved her and that's all there is to know.


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