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purplellamanator · 5 years ago

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Hiii 💓 I really obsessed with ur shinran stories. Can you do #8 on winter promps, pleasee.. Oh and I loved Interview Mania, hope u'll be updating it soon Thank you

8. "Thanks for the.. Uh.. Gift?"

A/N~ Thanks for the ask! I am glad you like my stories this much!! It really means a lot! And I’ll do my best to start on Interview Mania soon! Hope you enjoy :D I decided to go for a little more ShinRan pining and another AU because I am incapable of writing anything else properly :D here is the prompt list as well

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This was the year. This was the year that she would finally do it.

This was the year that she, Mouri Ran, would confess her feelings to her crush since junior high. She was a year away from graduating. There was no other chances after this. She couldn't risk waiting for Valentine's day and chickening out again. She knew that every time she told herself she'd wait for a special moment that she was just trying to delay what she didn't want to do. But there would never be a special moment. Not unless she created it.

And nothing was more special than the holidays.

She even got help from her friend in Osaka, Toyama Kazuha. Which was actually big help. Being the girlfriend to Hattori Heiji, Shinichi's best friend, she was able to inform Ran that he would be joining her in watching Hattori's upcoming kendo match. So Kazuha invited her.

And Ran was freaking out.

It was honestly a good idea. This way she'd actually be able to sit with Shinichi and speak with him before attempting to give him her gift. But the closer the day came, the more and more anxious she got. She tried backing out, or at the very least tried to take Sonoko with her. But her Osakan friend wouldn't hear anything of it. She had already agreed to go and if Sonoko went, Sonoko would only interfere and control the conversation. She didn't Ran to get distracted nor did she want her friend to use the Suzuki heiress as a way to block out why she was really there.

So there she was, the night before the match, sitting in Kazuha's room about to have a breakdown. Ran had called her, panicking out of her mind that she couldn't do this and that there was always Valentine's day. Kazuha wouldn't hear another word and demanded she come a day early just so that there was no way for her to back out. Kazuha told her that she would drag her there if she had to.

So there she sat, in the bleachers with Kazuha, gripping a neatly wrapped git to her chest. Her gift to Kudou-kun was a blue sweater that had taken her weeks to knit perfectly under the instruction of her mother. She knew of course that there would be no gift in return for her considering she planned this with idea of confessing but that was fine. The point wasn't to make him feel guilty but for him to look at her in a different way.

But after the first match passed and then the second, Ran had to ask Kazuha if he was even going to show up. And that's when the panic set in.

Maybe Hattori told him that she would be there and so he backed out. They didn't really know each other that well so could they even be considered friends? No which meant that he must've noticed that she had a thing for him and got freaked out.

Seeing how discouraged her friend was getting, Kazuha called her boyfriend. In fact, he had been missing as well and now even she was starting to get annoyed. His match was coming up soon and he was no where to be seen.

"A case!" Kazuha exploded. "There's always some stupid case! And what a time to do it. The day that his rival is here."

Listening to that after her friend ended her call, Ran gave her look that wasn't all that disappointed considering she was wanting to back out already. "So Kudou-kun is not coming?"

Kazuha blinked, a bit confused before she gave a small laugh. "Oh no, Ran-chan. He's here. You'll still be able to confess. This is a different rival," she waved her off.

But Ran was still puzzled. Hattori-kun had another rival. . . that wasn't Shinichi. . . ? She had never known that. For as long as she had known Kazuha, she had never mentioned anybody else. But who ever this rival was, it was clear that her friend was confident that Hattori would not lose. Which is what would happen if he never showed up. So pulling her from her seat, Kazuha said that they would find Hattori and Shinichi-kun themselves. Ran could do nothing but hug her gift to herself tightly and trail after her. She couldn't take it though. Every step they took, she felt like she was getting closer and closer to her doom. She wasn't ready for this.

She couldn't confess!

With a quick outburst, she yelled that she needed to use the restroom and ran off. Kazuha barely had a chance to acknowledge what she said before she was already gone. Ran didn't even allow herself to feel guilty for just ditching Kazuha like that. She needed the space to think. She understood that the girl meant well and she actually appreciated that Kazuha was this determined to make her confess her feelings before she missed her chance, but it was overwhelming her. She couldn't help that she was this scared.

It was awfully quiet where she had wandered off to. No one seemed to be around considering she had gone to use the restrooms towards the back of the building. It made her thoughts even louder- unbearably so.

Finally having enough, she shook her head as if to disperse the cowardice thoughts. "You can do this!" she said firmly to herself. "You're going to walk up to Shinichi-kun confidently," she reaffirmed. "And you will say," and with fists clenching around the gift she had been hugging and with shut eyes, she extended her arms in front of her as if he were really there in front of her. "Please accept this as a symbol of my feelings for you!"

"Thanks for the. . uh . . gift?"

Ran barely had time to make the connection that she wasn't alone when suddenly, the present she had been gripping so tightly, was stripped from her hands. Horrified, her eyes opened and gave a small shriek.

And about had a heart attack.

She really thought it had been Shinichi-kun for a moment. Thankfully it wasn't but their resemblance in the face was uncanny. In a way, this boy resembled her crush more than Kuroba-kun did which was bizarre. Just how many doppelgangers did Kudou-kun have?

But then another problem surfaced; a more pressing issue.

She had just confessed her feelings aloud. . . to some stranger! Right now he looked more confused than anything as he looked at the wrapped gift curiously. But when he looked right at her, he gasped loudly frightening her. When he took a step closer to her, she couldn't help but take one back in retreat. She was about to ask if he was okay when he suddenly talked.

"You're really cute!"

Ran had not been expecting that and the blush that heated her face was instantaneous. She was also ashamed to say that though she definitely had not meant to confess to him, he was very similar in looks to her actual crush. It perturbed her a bit and she stared a bit longer. Which was bad on her part considering he probably was taking that as her showing even more interest in him, when in actuality- there was none.

"What? Have you fallen in love with me already?" The grin he was sporting was a cheeky one. He reeked of confidence.

And a little arrogance. But it was still enough to have her flustered. She knew he took her staring the wrong way.

"N-no," she said leaning away.

He didn't seem to be bothered by her rejection. If anything, he got even more cocky. "Don't underestimate a samurai. I can sense it."

His words startled her though. She felt powerless and only raised her hands as if to fend him from getting any closer. Were her thoughts that easy to read? He could tell how she felt simply from thinking of Shinichi-kun? And if he could sense that, then did that mean . . . did that mean. . . that Shinichi-kun. . . could as well-

Out of nowhere, something dropped down hard on the stranger's head, and Ran gave another horrified shriek. That had really startled her.

"No one can sense that, idiot!"

Realizing that it was a wooden, kendo rod that had whacked the guy in the head, it only took her a second to link that to the voice she just heard.

"H-Hattori-kun!" And if he were here. . . that could only mean that. . .

Just as quickly as they had landed on him, they snapped away. Shinichi-kun was there as well. And he looked annoyed. Probably that they had stumbled into their crime scene, she was just now noticing.

"Ran-chan!" Kazuha's shocked gasp rang out dragging Ran's gaze up again. Getting so nervous from seeing Kudou-kun, she hadn't even taken the time to notice that Kazuha had somehow already managed to find the boys.

But then her friend's gaze slid to the gift that was still clenched in this stranger's hand and Ran could see the misunderstanding just as it entered her eyes. A fire lit, the girl stomped forward.

"That's my friend," she waggled her finger at the boy as she stood in between them. All he could do was lean away, a bit frightened by how angry this small girl was. "Stay away from her."

But it seemed something else captured his attention; something else that he friend had said so quickly.

"Ran-chan, huh?" he said so brightly and her face got even brighter from how casual he said her name. "That's a nice name. I live in Kyoto's Kamigyo Ward. Let me know if you ever come to Kyoto. I'll show you around," he continued as he completely bypassed Kazuha to greet her even more enthusiastically.

Still, Ran got nervous was this guy's blatant interest. She had admirers before but not usually this forward. And not able to be the least be rude, she couldn't think of anything to respond back.

But someone else clearing throat made it so she didn't have to, and on closer inspection, it was Shinichi-kun. And he wanted to get back to the case. Even more embarrassed to be caught as if she were flirting with someone, she felt even worse. He looked really irritated. He probably thought she just stumbled into this crime scene just to talk to this other guy.

The case seemed to involve kendo referee however, so thankfully that allowed Ran a moment to catch her breath. Without the constant flirting from the one guy and the blatant aggravation from Kudou-kun, she felt like she could actually breathe properly now.

"What were you doing talking to him like that?" Kazuha turned a suspicious glare on her. "And why does he have your gift for Kudou-kun?" she asked in an even lower voice so as not to be heard by anybody else.

"I-It was an accident," Ran stammered. "I don't even know who he is. I was trying to practice what I would say when I actually gave my gift. I didn't think anyone was listening and he must've thought I was talking to him!" Now that actually said it aloud- it sounded ridiculous.

Kazuha didn't give her much of a hard time though when it was clear Ran was in full blown panic mode. Okita-kun- whom Kazuha had informed her was the strange boy's name, had her present. Had Shinichi's present. She had zero ideas on how she was to get it back.

When she didn't know what else to do and when the case was solved and done, she did all she could think of. And simply asked for it back. Which made her feel like a terrible person. The guy was odd but it didn't mean she wanted to hurt anyone's feelings especially when the misunderstanding had been her fault.

"O-Okita-kun," she couldn't help the nervous stutter as she walked up to him. She made sure to do this when no one else was nearby to hear her explanation though. She couldn't bear anymore embarrassment after this. She would die.

But when she explained slowly but timidly, the grin hadn't fallen from his lips and she was beginning to think he'd tell her no.

Then he smirked. "I figured it was something like," he chuckled before holding out the still wrapped gift. He hadn't opened it which meant he likely knew that gift was not for him the entire time.

She couldn't hide her gratitude though and after accepting the returned gift, bowed her head apologetically.

"I was serious though," he started again, and confused she tilted her head. "If you're ever in Kyoto, look me up."

The blush resurfaced tenfold and it had him laughing even louder.

"Oh, and Ran-chan?"

Honestly, at this point she was afraid to respond but she did.

"I would say you'd better hurry and be clear about your feelings and give the gift to the intended receiver," he leaned down to playfully whisper to her. "Or other misunderstandings could happen." His only hint was to look Shinichi-kun's way before turning back to wink at her. And on instinct she had followed his gaze.

Only to find that someone else had been watching her already. It was Kudou-kun! And he had looked. . . mad again.

But before she could ask Okita what his words meant, he was already walking away.

It wasn't until long after that conversation and sitting between Kudou-kun and Kazuha that she understood. The boy she had intended to give this present to had not stopped glaring at it as she gripped it tightly. And he was glaring with so much annoyance and disdain.

That was when it her that. . . .Shinichi-kun thought that Okita had given her this gift. And after all that flirting-!

Ran wanted to scream and pull her hair out. She could never give him this gift now. He would never accept it!

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purplellamanator · 5 years ago

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Would love to read Mythology for heizuha, thanks :)

A/N~ Sorry to make you wait so long but thank you so much for the request 🙏 that and it's for HeiZuha!!! 💜 I'm happy to try this pairing out again!! Hope you like it! Also, I wrote, deleted, and rewrote this one so many times so I apologize for any mistakes you will probably find! It’s also extremely long *insert facepalm* Another thing- please prepare yourself for numerous time skips!

Mythology~ Typical trope and slight twist of Hades and Persephone's love story

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He had seen her again. She was there, standing to the side of one of his cases like she usually was. Just watching intently. Her stare never seemed to waver. Even as bodies were removed from the scenes, her gaze would follow. And each time she would bare the same look. There was never any sadness or pity or any emotion really. The look she gave was of someone who had seen something similar over and over again.

She was not new to death- like him. He could remember a time when he couldn't help but let his emotions to a case get to him. But after seeing things worse than the last countless times, he learned how to bury it. Learned how to always expect the worse. What he couldn't bury however, was his sadness for the girl.

It wasn't like she was a child, though she was young. Going off her appearance, she could've been the same age as him. But the thought of her being so used to seeing something as unsettling as what his cases usually turned into. . . it bothered him for some reason.

Her presence that had always confused him at first, he had finally learned to just ignore it. Due to her lack of an actual uniform, he just assumed she was like Inspector Nakamouri's daughter and enjoyed showing up to crime scenes. Either that or also like Aoko-san, she had a parent that was on the squad.

But she never spoke. She never acknowledged anyone and always stood off to the side. It wasn't just her either though. None of the officers present ever even glanced her way. She was always alone.

Of course Hattori didn't dwell on that too much. He didn't know the woman. It wasn't his job to watch out for her. But solving cases wasn't exactly something he always got paid for however, yet he still did those. . .

The thing that probably bothered him most was how attractive she was. Standing in such a depressing thing such as a crime scene made her stick out even more. She did not belong there and he couldn't fathom why whomever she was waiting for never told her to leave. It was dangerous and not safe for just anyone to be involved at a crime scene.

Again, it was not his business but he couldn't help himself. Especially when a criminal he had been apprehending managed to get out of the officers' grasps. The idiot had made a beeline for where the girl was standing and of course on instinct, he jumped in front of her; shielding her body with his own.

Not for the first time, he found himself wanting to yell at her. Maybe knock some sense into her skull. She hadn't even flinched when someone had been running towards her with the intent to kill.

The knife that was pushed into him, slashed through the side of his arm. With his adrenaline pumping so fast, he hadn't even realized the dagger broke skin till the paramedics were running up to him and attempting to bandage his arm. He didn't care about all of that though. He just wanted to make sure that strange girl was okay. Frantically as the medics fussed over him, he looked all around.

"What were you thinking, dummy?!" The words of his rival turned best friend scowled at him. "Why would you jump in front of someone wielding a knife with no intention of defending yourself?"

Hattori couldn't help the almost offended look he shot his friend. "Yeah, and let that girl get stabbed? Some detective I'd be," he snorted.

Shinichi's brows furrowed though. "Girl?"

"Yes, the girl that was standing not even a few feet away from you," he couldn't help but snip back. It would've made a lot more sense if Kudou had actually reacted at the time. He had been closer after all.

But Shinichi was shaking his head, confusion marring his expression. "Wait- what girl?"

Hattori was about to get mad again if it wasn't for the genuinely concerned expression his friend was giving him. He was looking at the Osakan like he was crazy.

"Hattori- there wasn't a girl standing there."

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He wasn't crazy. He knew he wasn't. But no amount of arguing had Kudou looking at him any differently. If anything, the guy told him to go the hospital and get a brain scan.

Finally when he had enough he exploded, "Look- I know what I saw!" And then he stormed off.

But almost as if proving that Kudou was right and he did need to get his head checked out- he never saw her at another crime scene after that. And he was furious. Because once again, he knew what he fucking saw. He had seen her numerous times and there was no way he could ever imagine seeing a girl like that.

The more he thought about it however, the more he looked at the smaller details. She never spoke or was spoken to. She was never acknowledged, almost like she wasn't ever standing there. And her clothes- they never changed.

Had he. . . Was he seeing a ghost? Of course he had always thought the idea of life after death was total bull but. . . Nothing else made sense to him.

Maybe he really did need a brain scan.

But then he saw her again. Not at one of his crime scenes but while he was on his daily jog. Not expecting her and having never saw her outside his work environment, he had to double take. There was no mistaking it though. Same clothes, same ribbon tied in her hair.

It was her. And she was looking right at him.

Not willing to miss his chance of getting the answers he wanted- the confirmation that he was not insane and that she had been standing where he described to Kudou, he changed his direction and ran towards her. She didn't disappear like he half expected her to which he felt stupid immediately after thinking that.

He couldn't believe he actually considered that she was a ghost. How low was he going to let himself sink. But it seemed even his subconscious wanted confirmation though because once he was close enough, he grasped her by her wrist firmly.

There- she couldn't be a ghost if he could actually touch her!

He really had lost it.

Brain actually functioning he barely realized he just grabbed a stranger in public. Swallowing hard, he looked at her face only to get stuck in how teal her eyes were.

She was really pretty. It was something that became impossible to ignore with how close he was to her. But as he watched her gaze separate from his to look pointedly at where he was gripping her forearm so tightly, he recoiled.

Apologies had never been his strong point and with how calm and almost ethereal she seemed, it flustered him even more. Not thinking first, he said the first thing that came to his brain.

"You know, I got stabbed because of you."

Well, if his goal had been to surprise her, he achieved it. Her brows scrunched and a small frown graced her lips. She still seemed more enraptured by where he had grabbed her arm.

Mood going south from her lack of a response and that he took it as her not even listening, he felt a nerve twitch. A thank you would've been damn nice. She would've died if it wasn't for him if anything.

"You know, you're a real idiot- just standing there," he blurted mostly out of anger. He was referencing when she hadn't even flinched from the criminal's sudden attack the other day.

"You saw me."

It was the first thing she had ever said to him. Her voice was soft and it had him swallowing before he actually registered what she said. It reminded him of Kudou and his disbelief. Immediately his blood boiled.

"Of course I saw you stupid! A crime scene is no place for someone like you! If I hadn't-!"

"Someone like me?" Her question interrupted him and he would've been even angrier by that if his breath hadn't hitched as she looked at him again. Her teal irises seemed to swirl as they looked at him with an emotion he didn't understand. And it made his head a little foggy to stare at them.

But her question . . .

Red started crawling up his neck. "W-well, I mean- I mean someone that's. . ." Not really able to find the right words, he kept cutting himself off while glancing at her. But each time he looked, she was still watching him expectantly, waiting for his response. And then something finally clicking, he became stern again. "I mean someone that isn't with law enforcement! A crime scene is no place for normal civilians. You could've got hurt if I hadn't been there."

Crossing his arms, he nodded to himself proudly. He couldn't believe himself. Actually getting tongue tied over a girl.

She must've disregarded everything he just said to her because she didn't look the slightest bit scolded. If anything, she looked confused and her head tilted to the side. "Hurt?"

Her tone was alarming to him. At first he thought it was her being a ditz. That he had to spell everything out for her. But she genuinely appeared to be struggling to grasp the concept.

Maybe she needed the brain scan.

"Hey, are you okay or should I-"

"Why did you step in front of me?"

There she went, interrupting him again. And there she went asking dumb things again.

"Dummy, if I hadn't you could've been killed!" Did he really need to say that flat out for her?

But if anything, she looked even more lost. "And that. . . that would've upset you?" Every response he gave her seemed to fascinate her.

"Of course it would! I would never want to see you get hurt!" His answer had come so swiftly but he meant every word. He was a detective. Even if it was a criminal, he had no desire to watch someone lose their life- especially some beautiful stranger who happened to be an innocent bystander. .

Her teal eyes went wide before she blinked at him slowly. Her mouth had parted slightly and he seemed to have completely stunned her. Then even more slowly, the barest of grins tilted her lips up.

She was smiling.

His own eyes went wide as he took in her expression. She looked absolutely radiant. He liked this look a whole lot better compared to the usual gloominess that swam in their depths.

Unexpectedly, she turned her back and began walking away. Stunned since they had been having a goddamn conversation and she was just leaving, his mouth dropped open as he sputtered.

"Oi-!" Hurriedly he ran up to her and grabbed her by her hand this time. He forced her to a stop but this time he didn't think twice about touching her. All he knew was that he didn't want her to leave again. Last time she did, and he thought he had gone crazy. That he had imagined everything.

Glancing over her shoulder, she didn't pay any mind to his grasp either. "I have to go." The way she spoke, it was almost apologetic.

Still annoyed that she was able to fluster him with just a glance, he turned his gaze sharply to the side with a frown and half-lidded eyes. "Well, just. . don't disappear again," he grumbled while still holding her wrist tightly.

Don't make me think I've gone insane again.

He jerked, startled, when suddenly a smooth palm was pressing gently into his cheek. It was a caress that was also forcing him to look back at her and with wide eyes, he did as she directed with no fight. He was a bit confused and alarmed by the intimacy of her gesture but he didn't want to pull away from it.

She was staring at him silently again, before that same smile was gracing her lips. "I'll be back for you, Heiji."

Startled that she even knew his name, it was easy for her to finally pull her arm from his hand and walk away. He watched her go for a bit, disappearing into a crowd before he allowed his hand to rise to his face. Gently he touched where her hand had been.

Her touch had been so feathery and light and soft. And warm. All of that but most importantly, real. He wasn't insane.

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He felt dumb after that because he hadn't even thought to get her name. So stunned that she somehow knew his without him having to tell her, he had simply let her strut away. At first he had been worried that was the last he'd see of her. She'd be gone and he'd have no proof- not even her name to show that he wasn't nuts.

But she did come back. Again, it was during his morning jogs. It seemed she had decided to actually listen to him and he had not seen her at one of his crime scenes again. Instead, he was beginning to anticipate seeing her on his runs. Each time, she'd be waiting in the same place. Under the same tree that was on the same exact hill in the park.

The second time they met, he made sure that her name was the first thing he got from her. She knew his. It was only fair that he knew her own, he argued.

"You can call me Kazuha," she had said.

Her wording, as it usually was, was weird. What an odd way to say that. . . Technically he could call her anything. He wanted to know her name. When he said just that and exactly in that smart ass way he had about him, he got the darkest look he had ever gotten from her before. Tightly, she reiterated the same sentence.

He could call her Kazuha.

She was an odd one. He had known that since before he even spoke directly to her. And she was always alone. He assumed he was the only person she knew. He felt like they spent all their time together. Their meetings would begin in the park, but after the first week he had enough.

He was sick of meeting in the park. And he openly admitted that he was running more often because he knew she would be there waiting for him. Even on weekends which were his relaxation days, he would come for a morning jog because he knew it was the only way to see her.

Hattori should've been humiliated that he just blurted that out, but he was frustrated. That and for some reason anytime he stared into her eyes for too long, it’d have him thinking the strangest things. He wanted to see her but he was sick of having to go on runs to do it.

So he started taking her out. Of course it was when he wasn't already busy. Between work and well . . . just work, he always thought he had a lot on his plate. After meeting her though, he realized that all wasn't true. Having nothing better to do, he would throw himself into as many cases as possible. But now that he had Kazuha, he actually had other things to do.

Hattori thought they were dating. It was a bold assumption considering he never asked her, but everything they did together felt so . . coupley. They always are together and on more than one occasion they had gone to fancy restaurants- which he was 99.9% sure were dates.

Their beginning was unusual but when it looked like that was where their relationship was going, he did nothing to stop it. He didn't really want to. And it couldn't of been one-sided. The shock had been apparent on her face when he first tried to hold her hand but she hadn't pulled away. She gripped tighter. And it was in the way she looked at him. The same stare that made his brain a little hazy.

That was all the clarification he needed.

He thought she was like him. A little rough around the edges- didn't really know how to speak so openly about feelings. Hattori thought people like them didn't need to talk about it. Their actions were louder than any words he could say.

But apparently he was wrong.

There Kazuha was under that same tree. Usually she'd be waiting for him to finish his jog. And normally he would've. But when he looked over to see her deep in conversation and leaning in closely with another guy- it made his blood boil.

Just from looking he could make out the flirtatious grin the other male was giving. Hattori knew that look because he probably gave Kazuha that same exact grin as well.

Furiously and disregarding that he still had one more lap to go, he found himself storming over to where, what he thought, was his girlfriend, was standing.

Kazuha greeted him as she always did. Without a word but a tiny, warm grin that was hardly noticeable. Normally that would've been fine, but to be greeted so callously while not even a few minutes ago she had been flirting with some other guy he had never met, it pissed him off.

Heiji was an adult though. A quick tempered and easily aggravated one, but an adult all the same. So of course he said nothing. Besides the snideness he couldn't keep from his tone and the scathing glare that he uncontrollably directed to the stranger, he gave zero indication that he was angry.

"Something is wrong?"

And her dumb questions that always had obvious answers were not helping. Breathing in deeply and with a clenched jaw, he shook his head. Her tone was as soft as ever and he didn't want that to trick him into being okay with what just happened. Thinking it best to have space, he said he was busy for the rest of the day. That they couldn't hang out.

Mostly Heiji just wanted the distance to think. And to sooth his wounds . . . and his ego. After what just happened and actually using his head logically now that he was away from her t get that damn cloud out of his head, he understood now that it may have been a bit forward to assume they were already dating. When he thought that though he immediately got annoyed. He didn't want to make excuses for her. It had to be obvious what they were doing!

But you should've asked.

Even more infuriated he stubbornly decided it didn't matter any longer. They very clearly were not together and he'd look like an idiot to continue to act like they were. Heiji concluded he already looked like a big enough fool.

He could move on.

That's what he told himself it was but deep down he knew what he really was doing. Talking to that girl that had always fawned all over him, begging him to take her out for coffee or just something. He could never stand Ooka Momiji. She had always been so full of herself- spoiled. A brat. The list could go on.

In his defense, he hadn't been the one to initiate conversation. As usual she had seen him walking by and quickly latched onto him. Any other day he would've rolled his eyes before shrugging her off. Today however, his resentment towards Kazuha wouldn't let him.

Hattori didn't exchange numbers with her or make any promises to go on a date. He had told himself he would to help move on from apparently a relationship that never existed. But he just couldn't. Cross between the fact the girl was insufferably annoying, he also realized with agitation that still he wanted someone else.

Kazuha had seen somehow. Or had heard about it. Either or, she was not happy the next time they saw each other. The deep frown and stern crease between her eyebrows was not an expression he had ever really seen on her pretty face.

Again, he hadn't outwardly made the decision to make her jealous but if that was the outcome, what could he do?

"Something wrong?" He just couldn't help it. Using her same exact words against her. He knew she hadn't meant the words how he took them but he felt it was only fair. Now she could see how infuriating her dumb questions were.

Surprising him though that she didn't respond how he did but honestly, he froze as her words registered.

"I don't share."

He felt his heart rate increase as they continued to stare at each other. He had not been expecting her to be so upfront and his eyes blinked slowly. The frustration was clear in her voice. Her teal eyes had hardened as they felt like they would cut through him with how angry she was.

But he was never really good at controlling his temper and instantaneously his mind flashed back to the stranger from the other day. And with an equal ferocity and intense stare, he spoke unwavering.

"Neither do I."

His tone raised against his will and he would probably feel somewhat guilty later for yelling at her, but he couldn't control it. An evil part of him liked that she got a taste of how she made him feel the other day. He knew he had been right in his previous assumptions. They were dating. But now he was annoyed and he'd make her admit it.

But when there seemed like there was no end to her obliviousness, he finally exploded about the stranger from the day before. He expected an explanation. A reason for why she would allow someone to talk with her like that knowing full well she already had him.

What he got was another dumb question.

"You saw Kaito?"

"Of course I fucking saw him!" his already short fuse reaching its end.

His response only baffled her and he practically yelled with anger when she decided that she had to leave. They were in the middle of an important conversation and she had to leave? He wasn't going to let her.

But then almost like reading his thoughts- she apologized. Mentioned that this Kaito was a friend- though she stumbled over that word. He didn't really believe her. Her apology had his anger almost disappearing though and like the idiot he turned into around her, he didn't fight her when she went to leave this time.

oOo

"Heiji. . . If I could take you away from here . . . would you come with me?"

Huh?

Her question seemed to come out of nowhere and made absolutely zero sense to him. What the hell was she on about?

Kazuha must've seen the confusion on his face because she continued. "If I had to leave. . ." she started slowly with a hint of insecurity. "Would you want to follow me?"

Heiji let her question sink in before answering. This was the first she ever mentioned of having to leave. Where the hell did she have to go? The store? For work? He asked her as much.

"What- are you moving?" he asked incredulously and with a pang to his heart. The anxiety that gripped his chest was embarrassing but he couldn't deny that he had become attached to the brunette.

Not really answering his question, Kazuha turned away. "That's why Kaito was there," she reminded him of the other day. "He came to bring me back."

"Back to where?" He knew she could hear the panic in his voice. He was beyond caring to conceal it.

Teal eyes flickering to his she said, "Back to my domain."

Was he supposed to understand what that meant? Her domain? That response meant nothing to him and had no real answer. But before he could question again, she was already pressing forward.

"Would you come with me?"

Hattori felt himself swallow hard at her curious stare. He could detect the hints of hope in her irises. And not for the first time, they seemed to swirl, pulling him in.

"Yes," he responded with no hesitation and zero thought. Once the answer was past his lips and she leaned away from him, he was pulling back. A hand came to his forehead a little confused and dazed. He felt . . groggy.

Was this. . . normal?

oOo

"You don't believe me."

She wasn't asking. She was stating a fact.

"Of course I fucking don't! Do you even hear yourself right now?" He exploded while taking a small step away from her. It clearly wasn't small enough though because her eyes narrowed as she noticed the movement.

He hated how calm she could be sometimes. It drove him crazy especially when he himself was not feeling very calm. But that's all she was as she regarded him with cool teal eyes.

"Haven't you ever questioned why no one else can see me?"

No. And that was because he never noticed that no one else could see her. Because anytime she was around, she took all his attention and gave him all of hers. But her words, as insane as they sounded reminded him of all the other times she looked amazed when he spoke to her or touched her. The surprise on that Kaito's face as he asked if he could see him. The concern and disbelief when Kudou said that there really hadn't been a girl standing there all those months ago.

Hattori quickly ended those thoughts. He couldn't believe he was actually entertaining any of this. She obviously needed some form of mental help. He should not feed into her delusion.

"Do you want proof?"

"Proof?" His brows furrowed. Proof that what? She was a god?

"I can bring him back." She didn't even blink as she said that though her words had him recoiling.

Jaw clenching and his fists tightening, for the first time Hattori thought he'd get violent with her. "Do not joke about that," he said in a warning tone. She could play this little game as much as she'd like but the moment she brought his best friend into it, there would be problems. That was no joke to him.

But she wasn't laughing or even smiling. She looked more serious than ever. "I am not joking."

When he still stayed quiet, she walked closer to him so she was standing just before him. "I can heal him," she said the words softly but with a lilt that he wasn't able to place at first. It was like she were presenting an ultimatum.

Teeth clenched furiously he forced out, "Then do it." He didn't believe her for one second but if she wanted to lie and play these games while his friend lay in a coma, he would make her feel dumb for even kidding about it.

"What would I have in return?"

Heiji's eyes narrowed. "What would you want?"

She didn't even blink. "You . . With me. Forever."

Her demanded had him stumbling a bit; his eyes going wide. Him? That was what she wanted? "You're kidding?"

Kazuha's eyes flared. He could tell she didn't really appreciate his words. "Either way one of you will be leaving with me. A joke or an offer- take that as what you want." The iciness from her tone as she bit back- clearly he offended her.

Suddenly Heiji could feel heat crawling up his neck, but it wasn't from embarrassment. It was from anger. So if it were Kudou or him, it wouldn't make a difference to her? He said as much and once again he couldn't believe he was actually feeding into this fantasy.

"You misunderstand me, Heiji. And you very clearly do not believe nor comprehend just who I am," she stated openly. "I am death in your world. A Reaper. It is part of my job to make sure souls can pass on to the next realm." Stepping closer, for once she actually made him nervous but he was finding that it wasn't in a good way.

"And I'm also the only being that can reverse that process. Your answer will determine if I am willing to do that."

Staring with wide eyes, Heiji swallowed hard. He got her message loud and clear there. Kudou was dying- practically dead already. She was here to finish the process. Her words from before were said as an offer because they were one. If she took Kudou, it would be because he was no longer living; as part of her job. But if he chose to go instead, he would simply have to be with her. She was allowing him, in a roundabout way, to take the other detective's place.

She watched as everything seemed to register at once. She took a step back to give him the space he probably needed. "I'll let you have time to think it over. He will be safe till then-"

"I'll do it."

His words swiftly cut her off and it was clear she had not been expecting such an immediate response. Her brows furrowed as she looked at him but he never looked away with his determination.

"You understand what that will mean. . . don't you?"

No, not really. But admittedly, he didn't care. Looking back at Kudou being hooked up to all these wires; it was a machine keeping his friend's heart beating. And seeing him this way, all he could see was his friend's girlfriend and the way they both had beamed with excitement at the news of her being pregnant.

Even more assuredly, he repeated his same answer. He would do it.

Kazuha was silent as she watched him. Her brows were still bunched in puzzlement and a slight frown tugged down a corner of her lips.

"You would . . take his place . . . ?"

It was clear she did not understand. Had she never had someone she would give her life for? Did she not have anyone that she . . . loved? As family or more?

"I would," Heiji said without needing a second to think. He didn't even need to hear what this would all mean for his future. He didn't care. His friend was newly engaged, had a fiancé, and now even a kid on the way. And also- he knew Kudou would've done the same for him.

That was if he was actually insane enough to believe all of this.

"So then," she swallowed hard herself and for once he was seeing her anxious. "It's a deal- a contract."

Heiji looked at her oddly though. She was wording things funny again. "Is there . . . something I need to . . sign. .?"

"In a way," Kazuha nodded. "Each one of us have our own way we prefer. Aphrodite likes to seal all her bargains with a kiss."

Heart speeding up, he unconsciously wet his lips. "Is that your method?"

No he was not feeling anticipation right now.

A smirk took up her features as she drew closer again. "Sorry to disappoint but no." Her lips were twitching and it made him scowl. She could tell what he had wanted and she was laughing at him.

Crossing his arms, he looked away with a grumble. "Well how the hell was I supposed to know?!"

Now she really was laughing at him but she quickly tried to cover it. "Is there anything else?"

"For . . . ?" He trailed off not understanding and she rolled her eyes.

"You would be so easy to take advantage of. Be lucky that I'm not like that," she huffed while placing her hands on her hips. "To the contract," she reiterated sternly. "You want nothing else? You mortals have no concept of what an eternity really means."

Now he was really at a loss. He hadn't expected her to actually be fair to him. Or at least never thought she'd give him the chance to get something. At first he wasn't even sure he wanted anything but then he was thinking about what just happened to Kudou the other day.

"My family and friends," he started firmly. "I want them to live long." He wasn't even sure if he was allowed to ask for that considering death was an unavoidable thing but he wanted to make sure he wasn't doing this for nothing.

Kazuha didn't even blink. "Done."

"That's it?" He couldn't help but sound incredulous that she gave in to his demands so easily.

All she did was nod before asking, "Anything else?"

Hattori was worried now and unprepared. He was starting to think maybe he should've taken the time to think only so he could make sure he asked for everything he wanted. But that was all he really cared about. That and . . .

His eyes moved back to hers slowly as his thoughts trailed off. He knew it would be a long shot to make such a demand. Eternity was a long time after all whether his body could really comprehend how long that was or not, but he could only assume from their previous conversation that she would expect the same from him.

Because they both didn't like to share.

"You can't be with anyone else."

There it was again; the surprise he had seen on her face today more than the entirety of the few months he had known her. But she was quickly covering that up with a mischievous grin.

"You wanna reword that? That's not very specific. Can't be with anyone else for what?"

She was mocking him, he was sure. And nonchalance on the topic as if he was asking for the most obvious things was exhausting. That and to make a joke at a time like this. . . It made his blood boil.

"You know in exactly what way I mean," he snapped angrily jabbing a finger at her. "Together - me. Only me."

Eloquent as ever but he knew she understood his point and that was as specific as he was going to get with his demands.

It didn't stop her from laughing at him. "Quite possessive over something you don't really want," she quipped mockingly.

And just as quickly he was responding.

"I never said I didn't want you."

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