Heiji walked in the front door, threw his pile of clothing on the floor and ran up the stairs, slamming his door behind him. Why? Schinichi...Leaning against his door, he slowly slid down and put his head in his hands. Sobs shaking his shoulders, and tears heating his cheeks. Heiji slowly curled up on the floor, and in his fit of sorrow, all he thought about was the way Schinichi had hit him, just as his father had.
Waking up from the sound of pounding feet on the staircase, Heiji found himself on the floor, the steps got closer and as the door swung open, it hit him in the head, causing him to cry out in pain.

"FUCKING FAGGOT! I DIDN'T RAISE YOU THAT WAY!" with wide eyes Heiji tried to sink into the floor beneath him, his whole body trembling with fear. How did he find out? Did Schinichi tell him? His fathers looming figure was towering over him, as he felt himself without words.

"Please, Da-" he was cut short by the first blow; it was with something metal, something hard. He did not get the chance to think any more about it, because his father was pummeling the boy's body without relent. After what seemed like the 20ith or so hit, his father paused, and Heiji looked up. Only to see the barrel of a gun, pointing straight at his eyes.

"Heiji, this is not my fault. This is your own doing, and I have no other choice" He tried to get up, to get away, but there was no way he could drag his damaged body away. He saw his mother running at them; everything was in slow motion for him. In his fathers free hand, was a piece of lined paper. Then, the gun went off, and he never saw anything again, but the last thing he thought of, was thousands of butterflies.


2 weeks later

Shinichi stood outside a courthouse, his eyes narrowed at the person walking up the stairs, being crowded by reporters and lawyers. Walking quickly at first, he broke into a run, as he ran; he drew out a black gun.

"HEIIIIJI!" He screamed out his late lovers name and pulled the trigger, the gun blasting off in an explosive scream. The target, the cause for all things wrong in Schinichi's world. The cause of Heiji's early departure. And when the bullet found its target, the tears from Schinichi's eyes turned from ones of anger, to ones of love. I did it for you Heiji, I got your revenge. As police came rushing at him, guns drawn, he raised the gun to his head and closed his eyes, a smile on his lips, as he thought about joining Heiji in where ever he was. Heiji, you are not for rent, you are not for rent.


The note he never read, in his pile of clothing that his father found.

Dear Heiji-

I do not know how to say this, but we cannot continue our relationship. It would be complicated, and I do not like complicated. Please, do not talk to be at school. And please do not think too much of last nights activities, it was just a fling.

--Shinichi Kudo


AN: So sad...yeah, heiji's dad is a whore