Detective Conan and Magic Kaito characters, settings, and ideas do not belong to me but to Aoyama Gōshō.
TMPD Antics
By Taliya
XLVI: Hattori and Hakuba
"Yo!"
Saguru turned to find Heiji greeting him cheerfully with a hand raised up in salutation. His brows furrowed as he twisted to see if there were someone behind him the Osakan had directed his acknowledgment to. No such luck. The hallway behind him was empty. He returned his wary gaze to Heiji. "Were you… addressing me?" he asked with clear skepticism in his voice.
Heiji scowled. "Who else would I be talking to? Myself?" he snipped before grumbling under his breath, "So freaking rude…"
"Excuse me?" Saguru snorted with absolute disbelief, "You're calling me rude?"
Heiji eyed his fellow detective with skepticism before he shook his head, crossed over to his side, and hooked an arm around the blond's shoulder. "Whatever, Hakuba. Come on." A grin lit the homicide detective's face as he steered the resisting half-Briton towards the front doors of the police headquarters. "Can't be late for our date, can we?" he asked, pulling the stunned Saguru in for a quick peck on the cheek. "I got us three-day passes to that Holmes convention in the Tokyo Dome. Though I don't know why you like that fake detective so much." The latter half was spoken with a grumble under Heiji's breath.
Saguru's mind had completely stalled at the word "date", though the kiss on the cheek was a close tie for that action as well. "Date?" Saguru squeaked, flushing a bright red as he stumbled out of the Osakan's grasp. "Since when have we dated?!"
Heiji stopped and dropped his arm from where it had been around Saguru, gaze askance. "Hakuba," he said slowly, enunciating his name carefully, "We've been dating for two years…"
Saguru woke up with an audible gasp, his pajamas sticking uncomfortably to his skin. "It was a dream," he murmured to himself after taking several steadying, deep breaths and feeling his racing heartbeat start to calm. "Just a really, really terrible dream." He rubbed his eyes before tousling his damp hair with his fingers, palm still on his sweaty forehead as he chuckled gratefully. "Thank God," he declared fervently as he flopped back down onto his pillows.
Author's Note: Had this little brainwave a while back, but didn't know where to put it. It makes me wonder what exactly Saguru would do if he encountered this situation in his waking life. I think he just might flip shit, don't you agree? And if Heiji could get over his massive dislike for being anywhere in Saguru's vicinity, it would be the absolute perfect prank! I hope you enjoyed it.
Completed: 19.11.2015