Real Me (temporary title)
(refer to files 7-11 of book 36)
Chapter 1
by aoi.hoshi
Warning: Yaoi/shounen-ai warning. Do not read if you think you might not react well towards it.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Aoyama Gosho. I own half the plot because it's based on a plot by Aoyama Gosho. Ignore bad grammar and limited vocabulary. Sorry this is not a detective story, I'm only good at love stories. YAOI love stories.
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"Heiji, are you alright? You're not paying attention to me."
"Huh? Uh, yeah, yeah," Hattori Heiji replied halfheartedly as he looked up at Toyama Kazuha, his childhood sweetheart. She was frowning, and Hattori got the feeling that it would be better for him to change the topic before Kazuha starts complaining about how he never listens to her again.
"It's almost time for the news. I'll go switch the TV on."
Kazuha sighed as Hattori walked towards the TV. He had been acting weird the whole day. Sure, he has never been a great listener, but today he seemed particularly preoccupied.
After switching on the TV, Hattori sank back into the sofa beside Kazuha. Something was bothering him. Something wrong. He did not know what it was exactly, but the feeling was so overwhelming that he felt sick.
The TV was showing a manzai show. Usually Hattori would be laughing his head off at their antics, but not today. The bad feeling was getting stronger, and the image in his head was getting clearer. He bent down further, blocking out all the sounds around him. The sound of the TV, Kazuha's laughter, noise from the roads outside...
-Help me.-
Hattori's head snapped up. What was that he just heard? It sounded so vivid he half expected to see the source of it right by his side, whispering into his ear. No. That voice was far away. And very familiar. Who? And where had he heard that?
-Save me.-
Hattori grabbed his head in agony. It was starting to hurt, and he could feel the sweat on his forehead. Yes, he had heard that before.
Suddenly, an image flashed across his eyes. A young man sitting by a wall, clutching his chest which was stained with blood. It was a dark place, probably an alley, and he could not see him clearly, and it flashed by too fast for he to get a good look. But he knew.
It was Kudo.
He had had that dream before. Kudo, bleeding profusely after being shot by a criminal. Though he was the one shot in the end, he still felt worried about Kudo, his best rival and friend.
But why was he seeing that dream again? His head was spinning. It was not just worry, but a deep, deep fear.
"Heiji... Heiji!"
Hattori could see Kazuha's face in front of him, but everything seemed unreal. Was it a dream? Maybe the bleeding Kudo was reality. He could not tell anymore.
"Heiji, look!" Kazuha pointed at the TV, eyes wide in panic.
What? Hattori turned groggily towards the TV, his hand on his forehead. It felt extremely cold.
"... A police officer, Takagi, and a 7 year old boy, Edogawa Conan, are stuck in the lift of Tokyo Tower with the bomb. The police are trying their best to dismantle the bomb now..."
Bomb... Conan... Kudo... Kudo! Hattori's mind was in a whirl. He did not seem to understand what he was hearing.
"Heiji, we've got to help Conan-kun!" Kazuha grabbed Hattori by the arm, and immediately released it with a gasp. "Heiji, why are you so hot? And your face is so flushed! Are you alright?"
Yes... Help Kudo...
Then everything went black for Hattori.
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aoi.hoshi: yes, my first fic for a long time after the music groups category was deleted. short as usual, but this story will probably be about 3 to 5 chapters long. dont expect yaoi. not up to it_ can u guess whats gonna happen? its gonna seem damn impossible. and i know my english sucks. anyway. dont take the story too seriously, read for pure entertainment please^_^' have fun! let me know what u think too, if uve got -constructive- comments.
(refer to files 7-11 of book 36)
Chapter 1
by aoi.hoshi
Warning: Yaoi/shounen-ai warning. Do not read if you think you might not react well towards it.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Aoyama Gosho. I own half the plot because it's based on a plot by Aoyama Gosho. Ignore bad grammar and limited vocabulary. Sorry this is not a detective story, I'm only good at love stories. YAOI love stories.
----------
"Heiji, are you alright? You're not paying attention to me."
"Huh? Uh, yeah, yeah," Hattori Heiji replied halfheartedly as he looked up at Toyama Kazuha, his childhood sweetheart. She was frowning, and Hattori got the feeling that it would be better for him to change the topic before Kazuha starts complaining about how he never listens to her again.
"It's almost time for the news. I'll go switch the TV on."
Kazuha sighed as Hattori walked towards the TV. He had been acting weird the whole day. Sure, he has never been a great listener, but today he seemed particularly preoccupied.
After switching on the TV, Hattori sank back into the sofa beside Kazuha. Something was bothering him. Something wrong. He did not know what it was exactly, but the feeling was so overwhelming that he felt sick.
The TV was showing a manzai show. Usually Hattori would be laughing his head off at their antics, but not today. The bad feeling was getting stronger, and the image in his head was getting clearer. He bent down further, blocking out all the sounds around him. The sound of the TV, Kazuha's laughter, noise from the roads outside...
-Help me.-
Hattori's head snapped up. What was that he just heard? It sounded so vivid he half expected to see the source of it right by his side, whispering into his ear. No. That voice was far away. And very familiar. Who? And where had he heard that?
-Save me.-
Hattori grabbed his head in agony. It was starting to hurt, and he could feel the sweat on his forehead. Yes, he had heard that before.
Suddenly, an image flashed across his eyes. A young man sitting by a wall, clutching his chest which was stained with blood. It was a dark place, probably an alley, and he could not see him clearly, and it flashed by too fast for he to get a good look. But he knew.
It was Kudo.
He had had that dream before. Kudo, bleeding profusely after being shot by a criminal. Though he was the one shot in the end, he still felt worried about Kudo, his best rival and friend.
But why was he seeing that dream again? His head was spinning. It was not just worry, but a deep, deep fear.
"Heiji... Heiji!"
Hattori could see Kazuha's face in front of him, but everything seemed unreal. Was it a dream? Maybe the bleeding Kudo was reality. He could not tell anymore.
"Heiji, look!" Kazuha pointed at the TV, eyes wide in panic.
What? Hattori turned groggily towards the TV, his hand on his forehead. It felt extremely cold.
"... A police officer, Takagi, and a 7 year old boy, Edogawa Conan, are stuck in the lift of Tokyo Tower with the bomb. The police are trying their best to dismantle the bomb now..."
Bomb... Conan... Kudo... Kudo! Hattori's mind was in a whirl. He did not seem to understand what he was hearing.
"Heiji, we've got to help Conan-kun!" Kazuha grabbed Hattori by the arm, and immediately released it with a gasp. "Heiji, why are you so hot? And your face is so flushed! Are you alright?"
Yes... Help Kudo...
Then everything went black for Hattori.
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aoi.hoshi: yes, my first fic for a long time after the music groups category was deleted. short as usual, but this story will probably be about 3 to 5 chapters long. dont expect yaoi. not up to it_ can u guess whats gonna happen? its gonna seem damn impossible. and i know my english sucks. anyway. dont take the story too seriously, read for pure entertainment please^_^' have fun! let me know what u think too, if uve got -constructive- comments.