How I Feel

IMPORTANT! READ IT BEFORE REVIEWING >>>> Hey everyone! This is the part where I'm attempting something new. I know Heiji's father Heizo is mean and junk, but I think he'd still be concerned for his son, so in the next chapters I attempt to turn strict, firm, non rule-breaking Heizo into strict, kind, caring, yet still firm,Mr. Hattori who loves his son. Don't you dare flame me! It's an ATTEMPT!

Chapter the tenth: Reunited

Heiji and Shinichi, bound and gagged and unable to move, lay in silence in the trunk of the car. Everything was quiet since Gin and Vodka had vacated the car. Nothing could be heard but their heavy breathing. Voices passed by occasionally, but no matter how much they tried, their muffled voices could never be heard. They were helpless.

Shinichi fell limply, not even attempting to free himself anymore. His head throbbed horribly. His head fell sideways and he looked into the eyes of his best friend. Heiji looked back at him in sympathy and fright. He was scared. They were both scared.

Claustrophobia was sinking in. Breathing became labored.

Their happy memories flashed before their eyes. Shinichi wished for Ran's forgiveness. He knew she was angry at him for disappearing. If he had the chance, he'd tell her his secret. Not that it mattered now. They were slowly running out of oxygen, and they knew it. Heiji stared at Shinichi, trying to hold back tears. They gave each other a silent message.

Goodbye.

Heiji missed his father. Sure, his father wasn't the nicest guy, and he certainly was scary at points, but he still loved him. Heizo Hattori was his father and he was proud. He wanted to sob with shame. He was afraid of his own father. You weren't supposed to be afraid of the man that raised you to be what you are.

There was a clicking noise as the key was slowly placed into the trunk's lock. They turned their heads and watched, horrified, as the trunk popped open slightly. Fingers curled underneath and began to lift the top slowly. Shinichi wanted to cry in relief as he saw Ran and Kazuha there, looking down at them. Heiji squirmed and made a muffled noise from behind the gag.

Ran's tears slid down her face as she saw them. She leaned down and touched Shinichi's swollen and bleeding head wound with her fingertips. He winced and pulled away. She moved her bloody fingers away and stared at the red liquid, horrified. Kazuha gently removed the duct tape from their mouths.

"Thank god you're alive," she whispered. Ran hastily wiped the blood off on her blue dress, smearing it all over the beautiful fabric. With some difficulty, the girls got Shinichi and Heiji out of the trunk. Shinichi couldn't support his weight on his feet, however, and collapsed onto the hard concrete. Kazuha hastily untied Heiji's wrists as Ran kneeled next to Shinichi.

"Shinichi are you okay?" she asked.

"I can't see your face Ran. I hear your voice Ran, but I can't see you," he whispered. She sobbed loudly and clamped a hand over her mouth. Shinichi's eyes wandered unseeingly.

"Come on, we have to get him some help," Heiji said, trying to rub the feeling back into his hands. Kazuha untied Shinichi's wrists hurriedly and Heiji lifted him to a sitting position. Shinichi slumped against his chest, losing consciousness at last. Heiji gently tilted Shinichi's head to the side and examined the gash on his forehead. It was deep, but not life threateningly so.

"He's blind. He's gone blind," Ran whispered.

"It's probably the head wound. He could still be cured, but he has to get to a hospital now!" Heiji said.

"He couldn't see me! He said he couldn't see my face! He –," she choked on her sobs. Kazuha embraced her friend and watched as Heiji tore of a piece of his shirt and dabbed the blood away from Shinichi's face. The cut still bled, but not as badly.

"Ran, I need you to listen to me," he said sternly. She looked up. "I need you to go and find someone that can help and bring them here. Then I want you to have everyone else to find those three men and that woman in black, alright? They call themselves Gin, Vodka, Rum and Martini. Do you understand?"

"Y-Yes," she whispered, getting to her feet.

"Kazuha I need you to take the car, take it anywhere, it doesn't matter, just stash it. Then get back anyway you can. Can you do that for me?" he asked. She nodded, gave Ran a reassuring pat on the back and departed. Ran followed.

Heiji sat on the ground still, with Shinichi leaned against him. He didn't know how long he'd have to wait for Ran to return. He only hoped she wouldn't be long. Until then he pressed the torn cloth from the shirt provided by Gin and Vodka to the gash at Shinichi's forehead. He didn't have long to wait.

"Heiji? Heiji!" a familiar voice called. He looked up. His father was running towards him. His eyes widened.

"Dad?" he asked in shock. His father kneeled down next to him and pulled him into a hug. Surprised, Heiji froze.

"I thought you were dead," Mr. Hattori whispered. Heiji relaxed and hugged his father back with one arm, supporting Shinichi with the other.

"I'm okay, dad," he whispered back, tears coming to his eyes. He shuddered and sobbed, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"It's alright, it's okay," Mr. Hattori whispered. He released his son and noticed Shinichi. He took the boy's face in his hands and turned it, examining the open wound with mild concern.

"He was awake, but he fell unconscious when Kazuha and Ran found us," Heiji explained.

"You were here? Where did they find you?" Mr. Hattori asked.

"They had us –," he stopped, a lump forming in his throat. "In – In the trunk of a car, tied up and gagged."

"And how did he get injured?" Mr. Hattori asked, shifting Shinichi closer to him to examine the wound more closely.

"He was – He was trying to help me," Heiji said. "They had guns and threatened to shoot us. They tied him up and were taunting him. And then when they were going to tie me up, he kicked one of them, the taller one. And – and the guy hit him w-with the gun," more tears came to his eyes and he struggled not to start crying again.

"It's alright Heiji," Mr. Hattori said. "Take your time."

"And they put us in the trunk and drove us here. They have plane tickets – they were going to leave us there," Heiji said. "And we were running out of air w-when the girls came."

"And where is the car now?" Heizo asked.

"Kazuha took it. She's hiding it somewhere. I didn't want those guys to get away if they came back, so I told her to take it. I'm sorry," Heiji whispered.

"No, it's alright," Mr. Hattori assured his son. "It was a fine thing to do, don't worry. Right now all we have to do is get him to a hospital."

"Will he be okay?" Heiji asked.

"I don't know," Heizo replied gravely. "Let's get him out of here, come on."

He picked Shinichi up in his arms and stood. Heiji wiped his eyes and followed suit. Mr. Hattori gave his son a gentle smile, and Heiji smiled back. Mr. Hattori finally noticed the dirty, faded, too large sweatpants and zip-up sweatshirt his son had on and noted Shinichi's similar attire.

"What are you wearing?" he asked, slightly disgusted. Heiji looked down at himself in confusion, and then looked at his father, blushing slightly.

'How do I explain this?!' he thought.

"The – They aren't mine," he said awkwardly.

"What are you saying?" Mr. Hattori asked slowly, his eyes flashing.

"Well – um – you see," he stuttered.

"Heiji," Mr. Hattori whispered. "Did they –?"

"No, no nothing like that!" he assured. "But we were…in a room and our clothes got t-torn up and – um…"

"It's okay Heiji, we can talk about it later," Mr. Hattori said. He was disgusted. Why would they take two male teenagers' clothes if not to –? But his son didn't want to talk about it, and he wasn't going to push the subject. He could only hope his son wasn't lying to him when he said it wasn't true. They walked in silence and finally reached the entrance to the airport. They entered without hesitation and charged past the curious bystanders.

"Hattori!" Kogoro exclaimed. "Heiji, you're alive! And Kudou?"

"Someone call for an ambulance!" he boomed over the whispers and shouts of confusion.

"What happened to him?" Kogoro asked as they hurried through the crowds of people and into an enclosed office. Kogoro shut the door behind them and Heizo set Shinichi down on the sofa next to the wall. Heiji pulled up a chair next to the couch and sat down.

"Heiji," his father said suddenly. "You're bleeding!" Heiji looked at him curiously.

"What?" he asked. There was a sharp pain in his neck and he winced, clapping a hand over the spot. It was where he was shot with the tranquilizer. He pulled his hand away and found it covered with the crimson liquid. He stared at the blood for a while, and then looked up at his father, scared.

"That looks bad," Mr. Hattori said, lifting Heiji's chin to take a better look. Heiji winced again.

"I – I didn't even notice," he stuttered. Mr. Hattori pulled a tissue from the box on the desk and gently dabbed at the cut. Heiji cringed but didn't say anything. Heiji took the tissue in his hand and held it to his neck. Kogoro examined Shinichi and pointed out an identical mark on his neck.

"Look, Kudou has one just like it," he said. Heizo looked over and nodded, frowning. He looked at Heiji questioningly.

"It was a tranquilizer gun," he said. "They shot us with them when we almost got away. I don't know how long ago that was."

"It went in deep," Heizo observed. "In both of you. That's probably why you haven't stopped bleeding yet. I'd say it was recent, a few hours maybe."

"It didn't hurt at all," Heiji said. Heizo nodded. There were shouts outside.

"That's the ambulance," Kogoro said. Heizo nodded and stood. Just as they'd predicted, the sounds of sirens blared outside. Heizo lifted Shinichi again and brought him outside, motioning for Heiji to follow. He stood but sat again almost instantly, clutching the bleeding spot on his neck. His eyes clouded over with pain.

"It hurts," he whispered. Heizo looked at his son worriedly.

"Mouri help him!" he snapped. Kogoro hooked his arm around Heiji's waist and helped him stumble from the room. Heiji leaned on Kogoro for support. Heizo watched with anxiety and let them go before him, coming out after. Kogoro helped Heiji slide into an ambulance.

Heizo set Shinichi down carefully on a gurney in an ambulance van. He stepped out and watched as they strapped him in then slammed the doors shut. He watched as it pulled away and turned just in time to see Heiji being strapped down to a gurney again. He caught his son's eye. Heiji looked horrified. He started to take a step over but hesitated. Heiji looked terrified at being tied down and tried to struggle away from them, but they got him strapped in securely.

"Dad? Dad help!" he cried. He was scared. He didn't recognize anyone and his vision was cloudy, blurring the outlines of the surrounding people. Where was he again? Why couldn't he remember? All he knew was that he was being strapped down, and he didn't want to be taken away from his father again. There was a sharp jab in his arm, sending shivers up his spine. It was cold. He could hear the voices around him but he couldn't make out the words.

The doors slammed, closing him in. He squirmed, trying to free himself from the straps. But he couldn't gather enough strength to do it. He clenched his fists and tried to calm himself. He was shaking uncontrollably. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't find his voice. Finally, his vision faded to blackness.

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Shinichi and Heiji shared a room in the hospital. Ran and Kazuha visited everyday, and Heizo exercised his rights as a police officer and came after visiting hours were over. He couldn't get his son's cries for help out of his head. But now he slept peacefully, unconscious for three days. Snow had fallen outside, and there was beautiful view from their window on the third floor.

Shinichi hadn't awoken either. He suffered severe head trauma from the blow he'd received and the doctors had no idea when he'd awaken. Heiji suffered from stress and emotional damage, it seemed. Neither of the boys ever even stirred as they lay dormant in the hospital beds.

Kazuha currently sat in between the two beds, a book in her lap. She was reading aloud to the two boys, in hope that it might help them wake up. They hadn't stirred yet, but she still had hope. Ran was down in the cafeteria, taking a lunch break.

"And they lived happily ever after. The end," she said pleasantly. She snapped the book closed. She sighed as she realized nether boy had moved. It was incredibly depressing, sitting between her best friend since childhood and her other best friend's love. Her secret crush on Heiji wasn't helping. She held back tears as she watched the unmoving teens in silence.

"You have a beautiful voice," someone's husky voice whispered. She looked around frantically. Neither of the boys had moved. Her eyes shot towards the door and caught a glimpse of black. She ran to the door and found that the hall was empty.

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