NOTE:

So, I'm sorry it took me a while to upload a new chapter for this story and it being so short, but this idea just kind of popped into my head and yeah, here it is XD That is what this story is for after all, a drabble of random ideas lol I do hope you enjoy my craziness. It may not even make sense, but eh, it was fun to just write and get it off my chest.

Warning, this story can get a bit dark this chapter. True psychopath here :/ If you can't stand the idea of pedophiles, don't read okay?

Chapter Five:

My Phantom Hero

Heiji Hattori walked down the stone walkway of the local park in Osaka, Japan. He shifted his shoulders, pulling his coat a little tighter to his neck, trying and failing to keep away the chill of the cold morning rain. Of all times for the sky to cut loose, of course, it would be now while he was attempting to follow a suspect of a murder case.

Said suspect was an unusual type. It was an old grandma, hunched at the waist and walking with great effort towards the bus stop. While most would call him crazy for suspecting such a kindly looking little old lady, he knew what the evidence pointed at and he was determined to prove it.

When the woman tripped, he was startled to see a young woman appear out of thin air, supporting her.

"Grandma, you okay?" the teen asked.

The teen had short platinum blonde hair, spiked up, with several silver earrings pierced along her ears. She wore a black t-shirt with a white skull printed on it and loose hanging black cargo pants with boots. She was a delinquent if ever Hattori had seen one and lesbian maybe?

"Thank you, young man," the woman stated quietly, a friendly smile on her face as she mistakenly identified her helper, "you are so well mannered for such a rough looking boy."

The youth chuckled, shyly rubbing the back of her head, apparently deciding not to correct the old woman.

The gesture made Hattori blink. That seemed almost… cute and very unexpected from such a rough looking figure of society.

"You taking the bus?" the teen asked.

"Why, yes I am," she replied happily.

Heiji scoffed, not believing that smile for a second.

"Then allow me to accompany you until the bus arrives. It's dangerous for someone such as yourself to be standing in the dark this time of morning."

"What a sweet dear you are," she cooed, as the two stepped up to the bench and took a seat, waiting by the side of the road for the bus to arrive.

"This spot taken?" Hattori asked, taking a seat beside the teen.

"Nah," the other teen smiled, her gaze swiveling to meet his own.

Heiji stared in wonder at the rare colored indigo eyes. They seemed so… bright, in the light of the dim early morning sun.

"My name is Kiana Kuro, and you are?"

"Uh, Hei-" he stopped, realizing the old woman might recognize his name if he said the truth, "Heishan Kazamu."

"Strange name," the girl said with a smile, "tell me Kazamu-san, are you taking the bus as well or merely escaping the rain?"

Hattori blinked for a moment, startled by the question and how innocent she asked it. Was it possible this teen was working with the old woman?

"Both I guess," he finally answered.

Kiana nodded, before turning her attention back to the old woman. Hattori took the moment to take in the girl's appearance more, now that he was beginning to suspect her. For a girl, she looked very much like a boy. He almost couldn't tell she was a girl until he noticed the rather –opposite of flat- chest which he made great effort not to stare at. He also noticed she was completely soaked through with rain…a rain that only started several minutes ago. Either this teen went swimming in her clothes before going for a walk, or something else was up with this chic.
When the bus pulled up, the old woman, Kiana, and Hattori all boarded, each taking a different seat, but still relatively close together. With nothing to do but ride to the destination the old woman was getting off on, he turned his attention to the TV in the corner of the bus which was showing the news.

"And on a different note, last night, Kaitou Kid, the illustrious phantom thief struck again, stealing the well-beloved, Osaka Ice Diamond known as Subzero. Authorities stated they cornered the thief, but all attempts to get the diamond back failed as reports state the thief vanished from the rooftops, disappearing, no doubt, into the horizon over the Osaka Central Park Lake and recreational fairgrounds. And in other news…"

Hattori felt his gaze shift as he narrowed it towards the teen girl. Soaking wet, near the recreational fairgrounds, and… the heist took place a couple hours ago. Surely the thief had gone by now, but if he hadn't…

Startled out of his thoughts, the bus slowed to a stop and the old woman slowly stood up and began making her way down the stairs and onto the sidewalk. Heiji glanced at the girl who seemed to be ignoring everything that was going on, her expression bored. Maybe he was wrong… eh, no matter. He had his own case and Kaitou Kid's identity was not it.

With a sigh, he quickly started down the bus stairs, following a leisurely, rather bored pace behind the old woman who struggled on, seemingly unaware of his presence behind her. With the bus pulling off, he glanced back and watched it roll down the street before continuing on after the old lady.

T.O.A.K

Hattori sped up as he watched the old woman turn a corner, strangely close to the docks. Hurrying after her, he barely had a moment to defend himself, before a metal shovel swung at him, nearly knocking him out flat. Ducking, he dodged the blows coming at him from a large burly fellow with a mean swing; one slightly grazing his head, causing a small rivulet of blood to run free down the side of his face.

"Get lost pig!" the man hollered and Hattori felt two times angrier after just hearing the man's voice.

To his surprise, suddenly the man stumbled and dropped the shovel, stepping right on the edge of the flat end, bringing up the handle to slam straight into his face. The man fell back, unconscious and Heiji stared at him before chalking it up to the man's own stupidity.

Hurrying after the old woman, who he could no longer see, he nearly tripped when an object suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his path. Glaring, he turned narrowed eyes to another man, about the same size as the first, however this one looked much more mean.

"I'm going to kill you, copper."

The man grinned, stepping over the wooden post he had tossed into the middle of the road and drew out a knife, a wicked expression on his face, his mouth nearly salivating.

"Now, now," Heiji backed up, "you don't want to kill me. You will go to jail and…"

Hattori jumped back as the knife nearly sliced through his stomach. Grimacing at the idea, Heiji jumped and rolled to the side, dodging a thrust. The man followed, seemingly enjoying their 'game'.

Hattori stepped back again as he stood, trying to scramble away from the man who was now rushing forward, his knife out and ready to strike. Hattori yelped as he tripped, his legs going out from under him as he landed on his back, his breath momentarily stolen. Closing his eyes, waiting for the pain of the first stab, he was surprised when only the sound of a splash met his ears. Sitting up and turning towards the water just behind him, from where he laid on the dock, he stared in disbelief to see the man sputtering, struggling to get to shore, his knife long gone and his eyes wide with fear. Did the man trip or something?

Shrugging and chalking it up to luck on his own part, he quickly, once again, started looking for the old lady who had escaped his gaze.

This time when Hattori rounded a corner, he was not all of that surprised to see the old woman standing there, a gun in her hand, a crazed expression on her face, twisted between delight and fury.

"I knew you weren't just another handsome face," she laughed, "first I will kill you, little detective, and then… then I will have me fun."

Hattori glared, his gaze leveled and unafraid as he scrambled to think up how to handle this situation.

"You don't want to kill me, I mean… you already killed that other kid, what was his name… Ayako?"

The old woman gave a nod as her grin widened.

"Teenagers truly are the greatest play things. Mature, yet… oddly soft."

Hattori shivered, disgusted by her words but attempting to keep his expression neutral.

"You're truly insane, aren't you?" he asked, angry, "I saw what you did to your victims. That is… it's barbaric."

The old woman laughed gleefully.

"Eye of the beholder," she leered, "your turn… teen Detective, Heiji Hattori."

Heiji closed his eyes, out of options, awaiting the shot as he still scrambled to come up with a plan. The sound of a thud had him opening his eyes and staring in shock to see the girl from before, her face red and her breath coming out in hard pants; her clothes, more wet than before.

"You…"

"Don't say a word!" she shouted, her gaze fierce, shutting him up instantly as he lowered his hands cautiously, "you detectives are all the same, I swear. Throwing yourselves headfirst into dangerous, stupid situations for the sake of a case. If I didn't worry…" she paused, mumbling to herself "God knows why," before continuing in a louder voice, "I know you would all be dead and buried longer before now."

Hattori blinked, a bit stunned by her admittance.

"Uh… thanks?"

The girl nodded, her breathing finally slowing as she knelt, leaning heavily on the wooden board she had used to knock the old woman out with. A wince flittered across her expression and if he hadn't been looking her over in concern, he would have missed it.

"Are you hurt?"

Her eyes flashed.

"I wasn't until I tackled some huge lug off the side of a freaking dock!" she shouted before wincing again, her hand holding her side with obvious discomfort. Her eyes however widened when she noticed the blood on his face.

"Are you okay?" she asked, concerned.

Hattori felt his heart jump when he found her gazing at him expectantly from on her knees in front of him. He didn't know whether this was a girl or guy, but he hated the discomfort this positon brought about.

"Uh, yeah," he whispered, his face red as he pointedly ignored her obvious amusement.

The sounds of sirens in the distance had him turning with confused eyes. Had someone witnessed the fights or… he stopped thinking and turned an inquisitive eye to his rescuer.

"You called them?" he asked with no hidden amount of surprise.

The girl merely huffed a laugh as she stood fully up. Hattori stepped forward to help her, but she backed away. "Someone needed to," she whispered.

The two stood there rather awkwardly for a moment, uncertain of what to say.

"So, uh…" he started when a squad car and ambulance rounded the corner, pulling up next to him. His father and his father's detectives scrambling out. Hattori rolled his eyes at their obvious overprotectiveness before turning back to the girl. To his somewhat surprise, his rescuer was gone.

"Heiji, are you okay?!" his father shouted, grabbing his arms and checking him over.

"Yeah dad," he chuckled, "I had help."

His dad looked around confused.

"Help?" he asked, a concerned look on his face when he noticed the blood, "Son, I think you may have a head injury."

Heiji rolled his eyes, knowing he didn't, as he looked off towards the rooftops. He had no doubt in his mind that she or he, was watching him from afar.

Sliding his hands into his pockets as he turned to follows his dad, he blinked in surprise when his hand brushed against something smooth. Smiling, he knew almost immediately that it was the subzero Ice diamond.

"So uh, what did this so called phantom hero of yours look like?" his father asked him.

Heiji could only smile, shaking his head as he glimpsed the silhouette of a distant figure that quickly vanished from view soon after.

"More like a Phantom thief who maybe…" he whispered, "just maybe… stole my respect."

AUTHORS NOTE:

So what did you think?

Hattori is not my favorite character (Sorry to all those Heiji Hattori lovers out there, but its true). That does not mean I dislike his character of course, but in terms of ranking, Kaito is my favorite, then Shinichi, then Hakuba, then Hattori.

Anyways, let me know what you thought! More to come! And, Happy Thanksgiving to all my faithful readers!