Fic: Communications: 15/?
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Communications
Summary: Heiji sees something suspicious at a Kaitou Kid heist
Installment: Three Times Conspiracy
“Oh, crud!”
Kazuha swiveled her head toward her friend. “Heiji?”
Heiji glanced at her from where he was shoveling papers into his backpack. “It’s almost three-thirty,” he explained, “Kid’s got a job in Ekoda tonight, an’ if I want ta get there on time, I have ta go now.” He frowned guiltily and paused. “Do ya think ya could finish cleanin’ up here?” he pleaded.
Kazuha scowled. “What’s so great about that Kaitou Kid anyway? He’s just some thief.”
“Yeah, just some thief the police’ve been chasin’ for over a decade now!” Heiji retorted. “Anyway, I promised Saguru I’d be there. Please could ya finish things up for me?”
Kazuha relented. “Fine, go chase your stupid thief, see if I care.” Why can’t he ever pay this much attention ta me? She thought, a little hurt. All he ever talks about these days is murder mysteries, the Kaitou Kid an’ that Saguru person.
“Thanks, Kazuha!” Heiji smiled manically and made his way to the door. “I’ll make it up ta ya, I swear!”
“You better,” Kazuha grumbled as he left, somewhat mollified. With a heavy sigh she flopped down at a desk and filled out the cleaning log.
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At eight forty-five Heiji elbowed his way through the already sizeable crowd to where Saguru stood. “Saguru-kun,” he said and switched to English. “Has it started yet?”
Smiling faintly, Saguru shook his head. “No, there’s still some time left. Glad you made it, Heiji.”
Heiji chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. “Yeah, well, it was a near thing.” Heiji was fond of Saguru. He was a good friend, even if he was a little stiff at times. He didn’t have many friends in Japan, which puzzled Heiji but didn’t seem to bother the other boy, so he ignored it for the most part. Still, Heiji thought he seemed lonely at times, so he tried to make it to as many heists as he could.
“So, which one do you think it’ll be this time?” Heiji asked, trying to strike up a conversation.
Saguru lifted a shoulder in a distracted shrug. It had been Saguru who first suggested the idea of the Kid sporting multiple secret identities, something he had come up with after noticing discrepancies in the thief’s body language. “Probably the same as last time. The girl never did many in the first place, that third one seems to have vanished off the face of the earth, and if the original shows up after disappearing for eight years, I’ll stir-fry my Inverness coat.”
Heiji sniggered. “Any theories yet on where the third one got to?”
Saguru shook his head. “No, but I’m starting to think the first one worked with an accomplice as well. I don’t care who you are, flight schedules just aren’t that regular, especially international ones.”
“And you would know, right?” Heiji jibed. Saguru snorted and rolled his eyes.
“Oh wow, it’s starting!” someone behind them yelled. As if on cue, pink smoke flooded the roof of the building. Heiji frowned and looked back over his shoulder; there stood a small boy with glasses who had somehow pushed his way to the front of the crowd.
“Heiji?” Saguru asked, then switched to Japanese. “Is something wrong?”
“No,” Heiji answered uncertainly. “I’m pretty sure it’s nothing.” He turned to pay attention to the heist again, waiting for a moment to catch the Kid off-guard.
“Look out, Kid-san!” the boy yelled, and the Kid ducked out of a police officer’s grasp.
Heiji’s head snapped back to stare at the boy again. His face was strangely intense for a child. Almost familiar, too; had Heiji seen him before?
“Heiji-kun?” Saguru queried. “Are you certain everything is alright?”
Heiji’s face shifted strangely. “I—” he started to say, but was interrupted.
“No, not that way!” the boy in the crowd scolded.
Once is chance, Heiji thought, closing his mouth, and twice is coincidence, but three times is conspiracy. Still, a child assisting the Kaitou Kid? “Yeah,” he heard himself say, “Yeah, I’m sure.” Something’s not right here, he thought.
“Kid-san! Behind you!”
And I’m going to find out what.
—End—
Notes on Heiji and Hakuba’s conversation: The ‘third’ to which they refer is Shin’ichi. First is the original Kid, Kaito’s father, second is Kaito. As to how he can tell that at least one of the Kid’s identities is female, part of it is body language and part of it is proportion. I don’t care how well you padded your suit, there’s no arguing with bone length ratios.
The title and the line ‘once is chance (etc)’ came from my beta reader, Summercloud. She originally only suggested I work it into the fic, but I liked it so much I made it part of the title, too. Especially since my first title was so much more... blah. Anyway, much thanks to her for all the work she's done to make this fic better ^_^
Sorry this took so long in getting out ^^; Next one is double-length, though, so that will hopefully make up for it. At least a little, anyway.
Edit: ...The hell? Why am I suddenly on my own Author Alerts? I mean, yeah, it's helpful for copying italics, but still.
Edit 2: Oh, I get it. 'Carbon Copy' alerts. Not sure what I think about that.
Communications
Summary: Heiji sees something suspicious at a Kaitou Kid heist
Installment: Three Times Conspiracy
“Oh, crud!”
Kazuha swiveled her head toward her friend. “Heiji?”
Heiji glanced at her from where he was shoveling papers into his backpack. “It’s almost three-thirty,” he explained, “Kid’s got a job in Ekoda tonight, an’ if I want ta get there on time, I have ta go now.” He frowned guiltily and paused. “Do ya think ya could finish cleanin’ up here?” he pleaded.
Kazuha scowled. “What’s so great about that Kaitou Kid anyway? He’s just some thief.”
“Yeah, just some thief the police’ve been chasin’ for over a decade now!” Heiji retorted. “Anyway, I promised Saguru I’d be there. Please could ya finish things up for me?”
Kazuha relented. “Fine, go chase your stupid thief, see if I care.” Why can’t he ever pay this much attention ta me? She thought, a little hurt. All he ever talks about these days is murder mysteries, the Kaitou Kid an’ that Saguru person.
“Thanks, Kazuha!” Heiji smiled manically and made his way to the door. “I’ll make it up ta ya, I swear!”
“You better,” Kazuha grumbled as he left, somewhat mollified. With a heavy sigh she flopped down at a desk and filled out the cleaning log.
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At eight forty-five Heiji elbowed his way through the already sizeable crowd to where Saguru stood. “Saguru-kun,” he said and switched to English. “Has it started yet?”
Smiling faintly, Saguru shook his head. “No, there’s still some time left. Glad you made it, Heiji.”
Heiji chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. “Yeah, well, it was a near thing.” Heiji was fond of Saguru. He was a good friend, even if he was a little stiff at times. He didn’t have many friends in Japan, which puzzled Heiji but didn’t seem to bother the other boy, so he ignored it for the most part. Still, Heiji thought he seemed lonely at times, so he tried to make it to as many heists as he could.
“So, which one do you think it’ll be this time?” Heiji asked, trying to strike up a conversation.
Saguru lifted a shoulder in a distracted shrug. It had been Saguru who first suggested the idea of the Kid sporting multiple secret identities, something he had come up with after noticing discrepancies in the thief’s body language. “Probably the same as last time. The girl never did many in the first place, that third one seems to have vanished off the face of the earth, and if the original shows up after disappearing for eight years, I’ll stir-fry my Inverness coat.”
Heiji sniggered. “Any theories yet on where the third one got to?”
Saguru shook his head. “No, but I’m starting to think the first one worked with an accomplice as well. I don’t care who you are, flight schedules just aren’t that regular, especially international ones.”
“And you would know, right?” Heiji jibed. Saguru snorted and rolled his eyes.
“Oh wow, it’s starting!” someone behind them yelled. As if on cue, pink smoke flooded the roof of the building. Heiji frowned and looked back over his shoulder; there stood a small boy with glasses who had somehow pushed his way to the front of the crowd.
“Heiji?” Saguru asked, then switched to Japanese. “Is something wrong?”
“No,” Heiji answered uncertainly. “I’m pretty sure it’s nothing.” He turned to pay attention to the heist again, waiting for a moment to catch the Kid off-guard.
“Look out, Kid-san!” the boy yelled, and the Kid ducked out of a police officer’s grasp.
Heiji’s head snapped back to stare at the boy again. His face was strangely intense for a child. Almost familiar, too; had Heiji seen him before?
“Heiji-kun?” Saguru queried. “Are you certain everything is alright?”
Heiji’s face shifted strangely. “I—” he started to say, but was interrupted.
“No, not that way!” the boy in the crowd scolded.
Once is chance, Heiji thought, closing his mouth, and twice is coincidence, but three times is conspiracy. Still, a child assisting the Kaitou Kid? “Yeah,” he heard himself say, “Yeah, I’m sure.” Something’s not right here, he thought.
“Kid-san! Behind you!”
And I’m going to find out what.
—End—
Notes on Heiji and Hakuba’s conversation: The ‘third’ to which they refer is Shin’ichi. First is the original Kid, Kaito’s father, second is Kaito. As to how he can tell that at least one of the Kid’s identities is female, part of it is body language and part of it is proportion. I don’t care how well you padded your suit, there’s no arguing with bone length ratios.
The title and the line ‘once is chance (etc)’ came from my beta reader, Summercloud. She originally only suggested I work it into the fic, but I liked it so much I made it part of the title, too. Especially since my first title was so much more... blah. Anyway, much thanks to her for all the work she's done to make this fic better ^_^
Sorry this took so long in getting out ^^; Next one is double-length, though, so that will hopefully make up for it. At least a little, anyway.
Edit: ...The hell? Why am I suddenly on my own Author Alerts? I mean, yeah, it's helpful for copying italics, but still.
Edit 2: Oh, I get it. 'Carbon Copy' alerts. Not sure what I think about that.
