Detective Conan and Magic Kaito characters, settings, and ideas do not belong to me but to Aoyama Gōshō.
Warnings: Language, minor violence
TMPD Antics
By Taliya
X: Hattori and Kudou
Both of the detectives' stomachs gurgled appreciatively as the smells from the restaurant's kitchen drifted to their noses.
"So how are you liking the new place?" asked Shinichi as he sat down at the table for lunch.
"Gods, I hate unpacking," moaned Heiji as he sat down opposite his friend in the booth.
Shinichi smiled sympathetically. "That bad, huh?"
Heiji hid himself behind the menu. "All of the boxes arrived from Osaka last night. I practically had nowhere to stretch out to sleep, and I missed breakfast this morning."
"I heard from Satou-san that this place has some of the best ramen close to HQ," Shinichi said. "I hope it's good, because I'm starving. And I apparently have a doppelgänger in the office. Name's Kuroba Kaito. Division Three. It's… uncanny how similar we look," he remarked with a shake of his head.
Heiji grinned, recalling Kaito's reaction to his last comment. "Yeah, I saw him. Found out his name after poking my head in a few different departments."
A scream pierced the air, and the two collectively groaned as one.
"Odds of solving this in under an hour?" Shinichi grumbled as they both abandoned their booth and sprinted towards the gathering crowd out in the street.
"Better be done in under an hour, or that murdering bastard's buying me lunch for the next week!" Heiji snarled as they skidded to a halt beside the body.
Author's Note: And Shinichi's curse strikes again! I keep thinking that besides kendo and detective work—and perhaps Kazuha—the only other thing Heiji lives for is food, hence his irritation over the timing of the murder. I hope you enjoyed it.
Completed: 03.08.2015