Shinichi ran over the soccer field as fast as he could. He skilfully passed the players of the opposing team, dashing to the goal with the ball in his possession. He gathered all his strength and shot the little round leather at the goal as hard as he could. The opposing keeper jumped to it but wasn't able to hold it. The ball flew into the net, spinning, and the watching crowd went wild.
His team mates ran to Shinichi, patting his back, rubbing his head and eventually took him on their shoulders to celebrate him and his match-winning goal. The pale boy felt like in heaven.
After they had put him down again, he searched the students standing near the cabin entrance for a familiar face. Surely, Ran had seen his goal. She would be smiling and congratulating him, as she always did. He spotted a tuft of her brown hair and made his way to her, grinning but walking casually to look cool and composed. But when he finally reached the spot she had been standing at, Ran was gone.
He looked around but couldn't see her anywhere. Where had she gone? Then he saw someone leaning on the wall beside the cabin doors. He curiously inspected the strange figure. A tall, tanned boy, arms crossed before his chest, wearing a dark blue kendogi and a black hakama. He smirked at Shinichi and on seeing the person's deep green eyes, Shinichi felt a shiver run down his spine.
"Do you know where Ran went?" Shinichi asked the boy, because he was certain for some reason this boy would know.
"Ya not looking for her, do ya?"
Shinichi was surprised. "Of course I do. Why wouldn't I?"
The smirk of the strange boy grew wider. "Because you want to see someone else, don't ya?"
Confused by those cryptic words, Shinichi wanted to just walk away and continue his search for Ran, but for some reason wasn't able to move, as if those mesmerizing eyes pinned him to the spot. "What do you mean?" he finally asked him.
"Who is it, ya want to see?"
"I don't know what you mean."
The tanned boy pushed himself away from the wall and slowly came to the pale soccer player, who still wasn't able to move. The green eyes darted into his, as the boy stood now in front of him.
"Who do ya want to see?"
Shinichi's heartbeat accelerated and he got goose bumps all over. "I... I don't know."
The kendogi wearer smiled devilishly and leaned in on him, very closely. Shinichi felt his soft breath on his neck and ear and held his own. With a low, dark voice the tanned one whispered into his ear. "Who do ya want?"
Shinichi felt like he knew the answer but couldn't remember it. Who did he want?
Soft hands touched his side sending another shiver up his spine. He wasn't fighting it, when those hands shoved themselves under his shirt, stroking his chest, slowly caressed his nipples and then moved on to his back. When Shinichi started feeling hot and, despite that, started shivering, the boy repeated his question once more: "Who do ya want, Kudo?"
As the pale boy heard the other saying his name, every nerve in his body started to tingle. Shocked by his own reaction, he shoved the tall one forcefully away and blurted out: "It's Ran! Ran is the one I want!"
The boy glared at him, still smiling. "Is she, though?"
Shinichi didn't know what he meant by that but had no time to think about it, as he was forcefully pushed against the wall and felt strong lips pressed against his. Without hesitation, the familiar looking boy pushed his tongue in and pressed his tanned hands onto Shinichi's bottom. He kissed him hard and passionately and didn't stop, although Shinichi struggled. But did he struggle? He wasn't sure.
A hot wave washed through his entire body, when the other boy suddenly touched his crotch. Only now, Shinichi recognized his own body to be turned on by those forceful hands. He groaned and pulled the assailant closer. But he had to push him away. He didn't want this.
Abruptly, Shinichi turned his head away and wanted to shout Stop it! but heard himself saying: "Continue!"
"I will!"
Shocked, Shinichi felt soft lips kissing his neck until they started sucking the spot behind his ear. He couldn't repress his own moaning and grabbed the kendogi to shove the other away but instead pulled him closer. The other's hand went beneath his pants caressing his already swollen member and Shinichi screamed No, I don't want that! in his mind, but his lips begged "I want more!"
"Ya will get everything," the boy whispered into his ear.
The stroking got fiercer and Shinichi's breathing was fast and irregular by now. The tanned one slowly shoved his other hand into his pants and massaged his ass for a while, until he finally, and without warning, pushed a finger into him. Shinichi's whole body vibrated with lust although his mind was still fighting against it. He commanded his hands to push the other one away but instead, with a sudden move, they ripped the kendogi down the muscular shoulders.
Shinichi looked at the chest of the other, which was covered in hickeys. A word echoed in the back of his head. ...mine. He stroked the chest of the tall boy and when his fingers ran over one of the hickeys, he heard it again, only louder: Mine! He continued stroking the dark blue spots and with every one of them his fingers touched the word grew louder in his head until it was an ear-deafening scream. Mine! Mine! MINE!
"Mine!"
"Yes, I'm yours," the other one answered and kissed him again. Then he bit on the pale one's lip vigorously and Shinichi felt as if he was about to come from it. He moaned loudly and his whole body shivered.
"Who do you want?" the tall boy asked him again and kissed his neck.
"Her!"
"Say her name!" He started sucking Shinichi's special spot.
"I... I can't remember..."
"So, who do ya want?"
"I..."
The stroking on Shinichi's manhood got faster and his whole body tensed as he was about to climax.
Stressing every word, the other repeated a last time: "Who do you want?"
The fingers in his butt moved in and out fast, the strong hand on his member stroked it with perfect pressure and speed and the soft lips kissed and sucked his neck, until Shinichi couldn't think anymore. Every fibre of his existence was pure pleasure and he came into the other one's hand with a scream.
"I want you, Hattoriiii!"
...
Shinichi sat upright in his bed, breathing hard. His body was sweaty and tense, and he still shivered. He looked around. He was alone in his dark room. With shaky fingers he hesitantly touched his pants. They felt wet. So he really had come. Bewildered, he sank back on the mattress, covering his face with his hands.
"This can't be happening..." he mumbled into the dark.
-'.- - * - -.'-
Heiji woke up early. It was still dark outside but he couldn't sleep anymore. For some reason, he felt very excited and was looking forward to see Shinichi again. It seemed to distract him, because the strange mood he had been in the entire week was gone since his friend had invited him. He couldn't imagine, what the eastern detective had deduced about him that he wasn't able to, but Shinichi would surely tell him. If it was still necessary, that was, because he already felt better.
He looked at his alarm clock. Quarter past four. He had already looked up the earliest train departure after they had hung up on Wednesday evening. He had immediately texted the pale detective, who hadn't seemed quite as enthusiastic as Heiji:
Hey Kudo! I'll take the first train. Arrival at Tokyo at 8:23. So I will drop by around 9.
- That's quite early, coming from Osaka. When do you have to get up?
Departure is at 6. Ya told me to come early.
- Baka! Take a later train! You don't have to stress yourself!
I'm fine. I've always been an early riser. Also, I'm looking forward to ya breakfast... I think. ┐(︶v︶)┌
- Bakayaro! And what's with that weird kaomoji?
I'm happy! (⌒▽⌒)
- ... Fine then. I'll await you around 9.
＼(≧▽≦)／
- Stop it!
When he had gone to school the day after, he had been feeling well rested and refreshed. Kazuha had smiled and then given him a bump on the head. "Next time, just speak to me, aho!" was all she had said, before letting him stand in the hallway rather confused but still happy. She really had a heart of gold. Later he had told her that he needed to skip school on Friday because of a case, so she wouldn't have to worry about him. He had been prepared for a loud scolding but to Heiji's surprise, she had just nodded, saying: "Okay. But don't forget ya omamori, got it?"
He looked at the clock again. 4:30 am. Because there was no chance in hell he could go back to sleep anymore, he got up. He took the clothes he had already chosen the previous evening and silently went to the bathroom to take a shower. His parents wouldn't rise until past five but he would be gone by then. He had decided to not tell them in advance but to leave a message on the kitchen table instead. They already were used to him disappearing for cases, so they wouldn't worry.
After he had finished showering and dressing, he went back to his room. His bag was already packed. This time he had chosen his clothes more carefully although it wasn't very likely that they would go out again. But one never knew... He looked through his things a last time to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything and then left his room and went down the stairs, having trouble not to joyfully take two steps at a time, to not make too much noise.
After he had left the note, he was about to leave the house when he stopped in front of the mirror in the hallway. He had been so excited, he nearly forgot to cover up his hickeys. Although they had become faint by now, he still took out the concealer and covered them up, conscientiously. Did Shinichi do the same with his?
He checked his hair a last time, put on his Sax-cap and with a wide grin left the house. This weekend would surely be fun.
-'.- - * - -.'-
Ai had finished her second coffee - she couldn't eat early in the morning - and went down to the laboratory. She still needed to analyse the blood sample she had taken from Shinichi. The data so far looked good, but something was nagging her in the back of her mind. She just didn't get what it was. Did she miss something? Were her calculations wrong?
There wasn't much chance of the detective turning back anymore, not after he had shown no such signs for so many days. But she just couldn't shake off the strange feeling that something wasn't right. She sat down in front of her computer and turned it on.
While waiting for it to come to life, she yawed sleepily. Maybe she didn't want to believe the solution for their problem to be so simple. If in the end it would turn out she had found a work-around in her theory, at least, she would be able to turn back anytime she liked... if she was able to find someone for that, like Shinichi had.
Ai still didn't get it. How had Shinichi got that kansai guy to sleep with him? And how could he do it, not being gay and with his crush for that stupidly waiting girl? Could those two have been that drunk? Shinichi hadn't seemed like it, when he had come by the day after. Maybe boys really were that uncomplicated. She shook her head. No, knowing Shinichi well and that tanned guy at least a little, she didn't believe that topic to be over just yet.
"Simple, huh? I don't think so...," she thought grinning and opened up the analysis program.
-'.- - * - -.'-
Shinichi felt exhausted. Not only had he had to get up very early - he had never been an early riser and was always tired for quite some time after waking up - but his cooking skills, or rather the lack of them, had nearly driven him crazy. He hadn't cooked in a very long time and never was good at it to begin with. Why had he offered to do it? Because he wanted Heiji to finally eat properly? Of course. Because of his feeling of guilt? More likely. But he was nearly convinced he had already atoned for it, considering this morning in the kitchen.
He looked over the table the tenth time since he had set it, if everything was in place. He still could remember how his mom made him breakfast when he was young. Back then, she had often prepared it this way but when he became a teenager, he had reduced his early eating to coffee and toast, much to his mother's dismay. Now he wished he had paid more attention to his mom's cooking, but that couldn't be helped now. Surely, it would be fine... at least he hoped so.
Yawning, he laid his head onto his arms on the table, glancing at the clock. Ten minutes to nine. Heiji would be arriving, soon. He thought about how to commence a topic that apparently only one of them was aware of but, in the end, concerned both of them. The osakan really seemed to believe he was just in some bad mood that would go away on its own. But if Shinichi was right, it would be far more complicated. And the dream Shinichi himself had, made it only more difficult. Although he tried to not think about it - it surely was just his mind pondering about that strange situation - he recurrently found himself attempting to construe his dream. Maybe, it was just a deep fear of losing Ran that he had personified with Heiji... But if not...
Groaning, he stood up and stretched. He wouldn't let his thoughts go that way. Primarily, he had to sort out Heiji's problem. Just as he went to the living room to look out the window, the doorbell rang. He stopped in his tracks, suddenly wide awake. So he was here. Now was the time. He breathed in deeply and went opening the door.
"Good morning, Kudo! How are ya? ...Gosh, ya look like crap!" Heiji smiled like a fool.
"Morning. ...Thanks, baka. Come in."
In one word: cheerful, Shinichi thought. Nothing like Kazuha had described him. Shinichi took the bag from Heiji, so he could hang up his jacket and wordlessly led the way to the kitchen.
Heiji chatted lively while following his host. "I never understood why some people are so ill-tempered in the morning. I get up and am good to go! Maybe ya have low blood pressure, ya know? In that case ya should-" Heiji stopped in the middle of his sentence, when he looked over the table after Shinichi had taken away the covers from everything that was supposed to stay warm.
While preparing a bowl of hot rice from the rice cooker, placing it on the table, Shinichi said: "Please, sit down. What do you like to drink? I prepared green tea, but if you'd prefer coffee..."
Heiji just stared. Everything that belonged to a traditional Japanese breakfast was there. A hot bowl of rice - even decorated with a red, sour plum in the middle, grilled fish, miso soup, natto, some nori leaves, a baked egg roll and a portion of pickled vegetables. It looked delicious and Heiji was so moved by this sight he didn't trust his voice and only cleared his throat. Shinichi stepped beside him and also looked at the offered dishes.
"Did I forget something? Or is something... wrong? I mean, I could make something else, if you-"
"No! No no no, it's fine. Really! I was just..." He looked at Shinichi and recognized his almost shy expression. That and the still bright hickey on Shinichi's neck, not hidden in the least, made Heiji feel a hot flush burning on his face. With a tingling sensation running down his neck, he sat down and smiled. "I love a good, traditional breakfast. It really looks great. Thank you very much. And tea is fine."
Shinichi nodded with a relieved smile and poured both of them a cup of tea. He sat down opposite of Heiji and they started eating. The osakan was now his open-hearted self again, complimented everything he ate, and overall appeared very delighted. Shinichi was happy but didn't let his poker face show it. He just stated that he was glad his dishes were enjoyable. At least, until he tried a piece of the egg roll. At first he thought it tasted like nothing; then he wished that it would have. It was salty and, in a strange way, tasted icky. He glanced up, looking if Heiji already had tried it, so if not, he could prevent him from it. But just at that moment, the tanned one shoved a big piece of the inedible egg into his mouth. Shinichi watched him as he chewed happily and waited for the outburst of disgust...
But nothing happened. When Heiji was about to eat another bite, Shinichi held his arm. "Are you sure? You really don't have to force yourself."
Heiji looked puzzled. "What do ya mean?"
"That," he pointed at the yellow lump of egg held by Heiji's chopsticks "tastes horrible. So, it's okay, if you don't eat it."
"What are ya talking about, Kudo?" He moved his head to the chopsticks, took the egg into his mouth and smiled widely at the pale detective, who was starring. With his mouth full, he said: "Id's delishush!"
Shinichi shook his head and snickered. Heiji tuned in and they started laughing. "Well, if I had known, that you are so easily to satisfy, I hadn't worried so much the whole morning."
"Oi, I have a fine taste! And I'm not as easily to satisfy as ya might think!" Suddenly, both of them went quiet, a sense of embarrassment filling the room. Shinichi looked away and took a sip of tea, while Heiji cleared his throat two times. Then he hastily asked: "So, ya were worried? About me surviving ya cooking attempt or...?"
"I just wasn't sure how long it would take for the poison to kill you. By the way, you didn't tell anyone you were coming here, I hope. Elsewise, I still need to create an alibi." Shinichi stated matter-of-factly.
"Oi!" They grinned at each other. "Ya wouldn't dare to kill me. That would be fratricide!"
Looking at his rice bowl, Shinichi mumbled: "So, you think of me as a brother. That's unexpected..." When Heiji was about to ask what he meant by that, the host just said smiling: "Let's eat up before it gets cold. We can talk afterwards."
So they continued eating their meal in comfortable silence. Shinichi occasionally watched Heiji. He seemed happy as always. Nothing was leading to the conclusion that he had been depressed the last few days. Well, Shinichi hadn't expected that, to be honest, now that he was here again. But the osakan also didn't seem to be embarrassed or uncomfortable in the least. Could Shinichi have erred to begin with? He noticed that Heiji's hickeys were already gone. But on closer inspection, when he brought him a second bowl of rice, he realized that they had been covered up. So he didn't want anybody to notice, Shinichi thought smiling. But then again, that was rather normal, he concluded.
After they had finished eating, Heiji helped Shinichi to wash the dishes and the pale one gabbled about his favourite topic: Sherlock Holmes. "... and Holmes knew she had been killed by a snake even before he entered the room. Pure logic and observation alone led him to the right conclusion. Isn't he just peerless?"
As always, when talking about the famous English novel detective, Shinichi got more and more excited, a sparkle in his eyes. Heiji smiled at him, not utterly impressed but quintessentially rejoicing in the exhilaration of his friend. "He sure sounds smart."
"He's a genius! And self-aware at all times. In that story, he tells Watson: 'It always is dangerous to reason from insufficient data.'"
"Well, that's true. It will only lead to false deductions, if ya draw conclusions without gathering all information." Heiji nodded.
Shinichi looked at him and his face became ruminative. Slightly confused, Heiji asked: "Ya don't think so, Kudo?"
"I do. In fact, I was thinking exactly the same thing just now... Shall we go to the living room?"
Heiji followed the eastern detective and they plunked down onto the couch. "So," Shinichi started "how do you feel today? Better?"
"Yah, great in fact. I'm sure it was just some passing... whatever. I'm fine now. Which reminds me, didn't ya have a theory about what was wrong with me?"
"Yes, I have."
"So, what was it? Wait... have? But I've already said I'm fine now."
"That's exactly the point."
Heiji tilted his head, uncomprehendingly. "I don't get it."
Shinichi crossed his arms. "Well, you felt strange from the time you returned to Osaka, didn't you?" Heiji nodded. "And since you're here again, you feel better, don't you?"
"Hm... I've already been feeling better since the middle of the week, approximately."
"Since when exactly?"
"I don't know. Thursday?"
"More like Wednesday evening, wouldn't you say?"
"Uhm, maybe? But what are you getting at?"
Shinichi sighed. This was harder than he had imagined. "Could it have something to do with me calling you, about that time?"
"Ah, that's what ya mean!" Heiji smiled openly. "Of course. Yeah, ya right. Ya really have cheered me up then. Thanks for that!"
The pale detective sighed again. "That's not what I meant..." Heiji looked at him, puzzled, so Shinichi continued. "Why is it, you think, that my call cheered you up?"
"Because ya like a little brother to-"
"Stop saying that!" Heiji was surprised by Shinichi's sudden outburst. The other rubbed the back of his neck and blushed a little. "Sorry. I just... don't like that sentence. Forget it." He cleared his throat. "Don't you think it was because of..."
"Yes?" Heiji leaned forward, expectantly.
"Gosh, you're really making this hard, you know?" Shinichi breathed in deeply. "I think it's time for us to talk about... what we did."
Author's Note:
Kendogi (lit. Kendo clothing)
Clothing worn under the kendo amour, looking like a jacket.
Hakama
Traditional Japanese clothing, tied at the waist, ranging to the ankles. There are divided ones, similar to trousers (this kind Heiji wears over his kendogi) and undivided ones (that kind is worn over a kimono for example).
Kaomoji (lit. Face-Character)
Japanese emoticons made of characters, symbols and punctuation. (¬_¬'')ԅ(￣ε￣ԅ)
(They're soooo great! (≧▽≦) )
Omamori (lit. (honourable) Protection)
Japanese amulet. A little cloth bag with a piece of paper containing a prayer in it or other (personal) things to protect the bearer, grant a wish or help fulfilling a goal.
(Trivia: The pair-omamori Kazuha made for Heiji and herself contains a piece of handcuff-chain, from when they were bond together with it in their childhood. Later, Kazuha also puts a picture of Heiji into her own to strengthen the love-aspect of her omamori.)
Beta-Reader: Tojatic - Thank you so much, as always... Although, you didn't like some parts of the dream. (╥﹏╥)
Thank you for reading. What did you think about Shinichi's dream? I could make Heiji do anything I wanted, so I did! *drool* Did you like it? And can anybody guess, what this dream could mean? X3
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