Tomorrow

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Chapter 4

'What time is it?' Groggy eyes opened as conscious thoughts drifted through his mind. Another day. 'Couldn't be happier.'

He got out of bed, stumbling as he did so. Sunday. The worst day of the week. 'Maybe we should go back to Mouri's place… …And crap. Forgot to call the old man.' Suddenly, life wasn't so fuzzy and cute anymore. It was full of switchblades in custody of the people in the asylum, who suddenly just escaped. He forgot. The two fateful words that often applied to Heiji, was now fully in his court. Shinichi's court. Soon about to be attacked by thousands of angry midgets waving their hands about and screaming words of pain. All promised by old man Mouri. Kogoro Mouri at that. 'Shit.'

Still killing himself as he came down the stairs, he didn't notice Ran already at the front doors. Light then decided to show him that it was present and sent millions of daggers into his retina. Recoiling slightly, he paused as he caught sight of a slender figure in the doorway. She was standing there, arms folded, greeting the morning sun. The light somehow seemed softer around her, in contrast to the harsh glares he had received. Her silhouette was a perfect image of her gentle character, caringly shaded with a blend of light and dark. Somehow, it captured her essence, of what she meant, an image that he would often treasure and reminiscence about in the dark times to come.

'Priceless.'

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'Why is she so angry! All I did was fall asleep! She did the same thing! Women! You can't understand them to save your life!' He was ranting incessantly into his own mind at the way she was treating him. Oblivious to his wrath or else ignoring it completely, she strolled nonchalantly down the street, cheerfully greeting those that passed them. However, that couldn't be said the same for him. Head down, hands in pockets, he dragged himself along beside her, lost in his thoughts, barely noticing where they were going. Last night wasn't so bad, although they got into another fight after they ate. She somehow thought that he was supposed to pay for the food he ate. 'What was she talking about! I don't want to waste that kind of money! I'm almost broke!' was the general idea that was going through his 'head' at the moment.

"Heiji?"

"…Yes?" came the tentative reply.

"…"

"…"

…And the silent treatment continued for the couple. Once again, as they were each preoccupied with their own thoughts, they didn't notice the shadow that was standing in an alleyway across the street. A broad rimmed hat was on the figure, a trench coat on his back. The figure walked openly towards them, not bothering to make sure cars stopped. Drivers shouted bits of advice as he crossed.

"Why you little…"

"Are you blind!"

"Insolent little…"

And the like. Without a glance in their direction, he walked towards the couple, still engrossed in their thoughts.

"Kazuha?" 'What the hell, I'll give it a shot; this is way too boring for my taste.'

"What."

'Damn, she knows how to keep a grudge.' "Would you mind telling me wha-"

"What's wrong! You want me to tell you what's wrong! How about you falling asleep during the movie! How about not paying for the food last night! Do you know any manners at all!"

'Holy shit. This one's a new record…' He knew he would be slaughtered if he continued. "Well, the food was expensive! You ate like a pig! How was I suppose to pay for it if you were the one eating!" …and yet continue he did.

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The figure flinched when he heard the girl's voice. He could and did live through every torture imaginable, but her voice… He'd gladly give out any information the opposing party would want if that voice was subjected to his ear personally. The same couldn't be said for the boy standing next to her, however. The figure watched in amazement when the boy stood directly in front of the line of fire bend back slightly rose up as if nothing had happed. Shaken at the sheer loudness of the girl's voice, he backed away and took for the shadows.

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"Mooourrri Dellectiiive Aggenky…"

'Thank God the old man's drunk again. Who knew having a pack of beer beside you could save you from killing?' He twiddled with the bow tie for a moment before holding it up to his mouth and replied to the voice in the phone. "Hi dad. I was at Sonoko's last night, and forgot to call you. I'm fine."

"Raaan. I had to… I had to make myselvee breakfast… I almost star-starved to death… I- …"

'He fell asleep!' He sighed in relief and put the phone back into its cradle. Looking up, he saw her watching him.

"Looks like we should go back, Shinichi…"

"I guess. Your dad doesn't seem very sober yet. If we get back before he wakes up, we could pretend nothing happened."

She nodded appreciatively, wondering if he always took advantage of her dad's constant love of beer. Grabbing her coat from the night before, she offered a hand to the little boy. "Let's go."

The two walked out to greet the day, even if it was past noon.

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Behold! I have returned from the dead! Sorry if this took a long time and is so short, but I've been really busy. Remember, leave comments by pressing the little blue button at the bottom left corner of this page!

Chinese-freak 01.16.2006