Kazuha hummed happily to herself as she prepared her room for departure. She had decided to spend the whole day packing and preparing so she could devote Sunday to goodbyes. Though she hadn't fully embraced her relocation, the talk she had with Shizuka had helped her to cope with it. She had almost completed packing her room when she heard a light knock on her door. She put down the box she was packing and opened the door, revealing her father.

"Otosan you should be at work" she said coldly

"I just turned in my letter of resignation. Kazuha, can I talk to you?" he asked, approaching her cautiously, showing signs of genuine paternal concern.

"Okay" she replied curtly "What is it?" she had done a good job of suppressing the anger she felt toward her father up until this point. Now she felt her rage and frustration returning as her father drew nearer.

"Kazuha, you have to understand, this is a great opportunity for us, both of us. I know the next few months will be hard for you, but once you basic education is complete you can go to any of the wonderful universities the United States has to offer" Kazuha couldn't help but cringe at her father, who stood before her completely oblivious to the root of her spurn toward him. Much like Heiji, her father had little if any comprehension of her feelings.

"This is about the school's dad" she whimpered in a confusing mix of both agitation and sorrow

"It's that Hattori boy isn't it? He's the reason you're so…" he trailed off as he noticed his sweet daughter's eyes go from fiery with rage to watery with tears. Kazuha…" he whispered shamefully to himself

"Last night…"she started somberly, holding back the tears that longed to flow out of her eyes "right before you arrived home…Heiji saw me in my new dress and said I was beautiful" her voiced cracked as she reiterated his comment "He even held my hand. I had waited so long for him…." The tears she had tried so hard to conceal now found their rightful place, streaming along her cheeks "to love me the way I loved him. And now, after all this time he finally feels that way for me and we're going to be separated by thousands of miles" she could barely finish her sentence. She took a few large strides away from her father after that and faced out her window. He stood there, shocked by her words and shattered by her tears. There was nothing he could say or do that would make her feel any better, and he knew it. He turned and walked slowly toward the doorway. As he exited her room, he took one last glance at his daughter and muttered a sincere apology to himself. He was greatly disturbed by his inability to help his daughter in any way. He knew that there was only one person that could make her smile again. That person, that tan skinned, hot-headed detective was currently pulling up in front in front of his house. He had just returned from an eye opening trip to Tokyo that surprisingly enough did not involve the miniaturized Kudo Shinichi or his girlfriend Mouri Ran.

"Okasan!" he yelled authoritatively. Shizuka appeared timidly from out of the kitchen

"Nani?" she asked shyly, in awe of her son's increasingly mature bravado

"Okasan, has Kazuha been here?"

"Oh yes, she stopped by a few hours ago. We had tea and I told her about the time you came home from the dance with her, singing praises of her beauty and how you enjoyed her closeness" she grinned mischievously as her son's "manliness" melted away and was replaced by total embarrassment

"We'll talk about THAT later, but right now, I need to know where she is"

"Well she said she had some errands to run, but that was quite some time ago so she's most likely at home now" As she finished speaking she could only watch as her son turned and ran out the door. As he exited in a flurry of emotion, his father stopped him abruptly with a firm hand to his chest

"Heiji!" she barked sternly, sounding almost angry at him. Heiji did not reply, he only looked up at his father fearfully. Heizo, after just a few seconds of standoffish glaring smiled and reached a hand into his chest pocket

"Take your bike" he said, tossing the keys to his son "it will be much faster"

"How did you…"

"It's always good to be prepared" Heizo said, beaming down at his son. Heiji, in a gesture almost foreign to the Hattori men, wrapped his arms around his father and embraced him. His father faltered for a moment in confusion before placing a hand lightly on his son's head. "You had best hurry" Heizo said firmly. Heiji quickly broke their hug, and, with a determined grin ran toward the bike, jumped on and sped off.

"He forgot his helmet" Shizuka said with a tinge of sarcastic concern in her voice as she walked from the doorway toward her husband. Heizo let out the smallest evidences of a laugh as Shizuka placed an arm around his torso from the side and squeezed him. She faced the road and they both watched as their son raced toward what meant most to him, smiling proudly. As he disappeared, Shizuka released him and returned to the house. As Heizo entered behind her she asked

"How'd it go?"

"He has matured greatly despite is still evident hot-headedness. I think they will do well for one another. He needs her, more than he knows I believe." Shizuka smirked condescendingly

"Just like you need me more than you know?" she awaited his reply but received none as he had already made his way up the stairs to there bedroom. She shook her head and laughed as she followed him.