A/N: OK…So, this is the third and the last fanfiction but this time, it's a HeiCo fanfic. I kinda suck at this one. Anyway, this came straight into my mind while listening to another of Bamboo's songs. Anyway, hope you will like it. Sorry for the errors.

Track Three: Truth

Song: Truth
Singer: Bamboo
Album: Light Peace Love

One Saturday morning, seven-year-old Conan Edogawa was walking on his way to the Mouri Detective Agency, his current home. As he was walking, he noticed a little piece of paper that was on the ground. He picked it up and checked the paper's contents. It appears to be a note of some sorts. The boy decided to read what was written in the paper.

Visit SK before or exactly 8:00 am in Tokyo. [it said] If he doesn't appear, wait for him 'til he arrives.

Based from how the words were written, Conan knew right away that the person who wrote the note was someone from Osaka. He also knew that the one who wrote it was someone who has the age of approximately 16-17 years old. But, he knew that the key to find out who the writer was is the initials, 'SK' which, to Conan, indicates the name of someone who the writer wants to meet with. He also thought that this 'SK' person is in Tokyo.

Conan decided to continue his investigation inside the agency so, he went inside the agency. But, much to his surprise, he saw a dark-skinned teenage boy who is leaning against a couch in the living room of the agency. Conan knew the face of the teenager, who smiled happily as he saw the surprised then, annoyed boy.

"What are you doing here, Hattori?" Conan sighed as he sat on the couch across Heiji.

"Just wanna visit ya," Heiji merely replied. "But, what took ye so long?"

"Just visited the Professor's house," the boy replied boringly as he stared at the paper he found. "He introduced me another mystery game. And, it took me just half an hour to finish the game."

"Hum! Must have been boring then," Heiji muttered.

"Indeed," Conan agreed.

Silence occurred for a few minutes and, during those moments; Heiji has been observing the boy who kept staring at the piece of paper. He became curious as the why Conan didn't call him to examine the paper. Heiji then thought that Conan must be the only one who should solve whatever it is written in the paper and he must not ask help from others. But, as Heiji stared at the paper carefully, based from the color and the fold marks, Heiji was surprised as he recognized whose paper that was: it was his very own.

Heiji was about to stand up and snatch the paper away but, Conan handed the paper to Heiji, which surprised him.

"It's yours, isn't it?" Conan smirked. "This paper, that is."

"Y-Yeah," Heiji replied as he got the paper from Conan. "How did ye know?"

"Handwriting, Kansai-ben and of course, 'SK' and Tokyo," Conan replied. "By 'visit SK…in Tokyo'; you were planning to visit me. The proof is that you are actually right here in the agency, waiting for some minutes for me. And, I just noticed your reaction after observing the paper. I know that it was yours."

"I knew it," Heiji smiled as he sighed. "As expected from my good ol' pal, ye would still know that I own the paper even if I didn't react."

"Exactly," Conan smiled. "I will always find the truth behind a person's secret."

"But, ye can't always find out a truth from a secret," Heiji implied. "Even, ye can't find out one thing about me."

"…What do you mean?" Conan raised an eyebrow as he wore a confused expression.

"Ye don't know, do ye?" Heiji said as he moved his face closer to Conan. "My feelings for ye, that is."

Conan blushed from what Heiji said. He was about to protest but, Heiji simply tousled the boy's brown hair.

"It's just a joke, a joke!" Heiji grinned as he chuckled. "Don't think 'bout it too much!"

"Y-Yeah, right," Conan said annoyingly as he wiped his face, thinking that his blush might fade away.

"Ye're red, Kudo," Heiji chuckled as he pointed at the boy's red face.

"Shut up, Hattori!" the boy snapped back.

Heiji simply chuckled and smiled as he watched the boy looking at him with an annoyed expression, but the redness of the boy's face didn't disappear at all.