Detective Conan and Magic Kaito characters, settings, and ideas do not belong to me but to Aoyama Gōshō.
TMPD Antics
By Taliya
LIV: Kudou and Hattori
"Kudou…"
"What?" came the distinctly irritated reply, complete with disgruntled glare.
"About last night…" The tone was inquisitive, accusatory, and incredulous all at once.
"I don't want to talk about it, Hattori," Shinichi snapped, flushing in embarrassment as he hid his face in his arms on this desk. Last night had been an utter disaster. Shinichi had known—had known—that KID was going to retaliate for the deluge of soccer balls on that one heist, but he had not foreseen him doing this. And if what KID said was true, he was not done yet. Rather, last night had only been a prelude.
Shinichi groaned, and Heiji stared as he plopped into his desk adjacent to his friend's. "So?"
"KID's going to kill me," the Beika native said, voice muffled by his arms.
Heiji snorted. "You know as well as I do KID doesn't kill. He doesn't even hurt if he can help it."
Shinichi peeked an eye over his arm. "That's not what I meant." He raised himself back into a proper sitting position and leaned an elbow on the desk surface, propping his chin in his palm. "He'll kill me through sheer embarrassment."
The Osakan snickered. "I can see that. You were pretty damn embarrassed with him that close. Oh, please tell me he was hitting on you," he begged, milking the opportunity for all it was worth.
The Tokyoite blushed. "He wasn't hitting on me," he grumbled, his glare just shy of scorching. Heiji's eyes glinted mischievously, and Shinichi stared warily at his friend. "Hattori…?"
"Do you think Nee-chan will be upset that you were cheating on her?"
"Hattori…" Shinichi growled warningly.
"Oh, oh! So when can I expect divorce papers from Nee-chan?"
"HATTORI!"
Author's Note: This one had me scratching my head for a while, since I was not sure how I should portray Shinichi's reaction. Of course, Heiji's reaction with Shinichi was an absolute given. I hope you enjoyed it.
Completed: 02.01.2016