[fic] DC H/K To Hell
Oct. 22nd, 2003 06:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ickaimp*rests head on desk* Well, we're trying to write anyway.
Yesterday, had 3 full stories floating around wanting to play, but refused to be written. A bit of Kid/Akako drama, the DC Plunnie from the list below and a King of Bandit Jing/Magic Kaitou crossover. Because we LIKE Jing.
And in every single one of them, as soon as we went to type, :POOF!: all scattered and gone. Most annoying.
But we snuck up on this one and finished it. HA!. Rambled about it earlier
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Hattori Heiji liked fighting.
Not fist fights per se, while he had the skill and strength to win his share of those, they were pretty boring and lacked the skill and challenge he was looking for.
He liked solving mysteries, the mental challenge of who and why. While he didn't like the murders or thefts on a moral and personal level, he did enjoy butting heads with his rival, the Teenage Detective of the East, Kudo Shin'ichi.
Or Edogawa Conan, as he preferred to be called now. What ever. Kudo was Kudo, no matter what size.
He liked Kendo. Honing and pushing his body and reflexes to the limit.
His kendo rival, Soushi Okita, 6th generation descendant from the original Soshi Okita, the First Captain of the Shinsen-gumi back during the Meiji Restoration, was pretty cool too. They had a lot in common. Nice guy, pretty laid back and a damn fine Kendoist. Even if they regularly got their butt kicked by a short spikey-haired twerp named Kurogane Yaiba.
And he liked arguing with his perpetual shadow, Tomoya Kazuha.
He also liked his hometown of Osaka, Baseball, American Western Movies and Agatha Christie novels, but right now, walking with Okita and Kazuha after a good kendo match as the other two talked about the difficulties of keeping ponytails neat and he was feeling pretty good.
He liked fighting, but he liked hanging out with is friends too.
The conversation continued over to why some people had those spikes on the side of their head, like Ran, Heiji and Okita as they entered the boys locker room and began changing out of Kendo gear.
Or in Okita's case, changing out of his trademark haori, into different clothes, and back into his trademark haori. Because just like the ponytail, the similar spike on top of his head and the fact that he always kept his sword with him, Okita was just weird like that, keeping a part of the past alive. Which was fine. They all had their weird quirks.
It was about the time that he had his shirt off and Okita was just taking his off when the other swordsman suddenly froze.
"Uh... it is okay?"
"Huh?" Both he and Kazuha blinked, taken back by the hesitance.
Okita looked faintly embarrassed as he discretely motioned to Kazuha.
Heiji blinked again, his mind doing a slow roll as it informed him that Kazuha. Who was a Girl. Was In Boy's Locker Room. Which was Full of Boys. Who were Changing Clothes.
"Oh, it's okay. Happens all the time" One of his team-mates casually spoke up. "She follows him EVERYWHERE. She never looks, so we don't mind."
"I... Uh... EH?!" Kazuha squeaked, her face about the shade of a ripe tomato.
Okita blinked, then shrugged and pulled his shirt off, continuing changing as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Heiji felt a headache coming on as he realised his Mother was going to flay him alive if she ever discovered this tidbit of information. "That's it." He rubbed his forehead with a hand. "I'm going to hell."
Kazuha's blush faded as a familiar indignant stubborn look returned to her face. "Not without me!"
-fin-
Want to do more with Okita. Now that we know a bit more about who he's based off of, he's interesting.
That and we have a few Heiji/Okita doujinshi. *whistles innocently* >D
Yesterday, had 3 full stories floating around wanting to play, but refused to be written. A bit of Kid/Akako drama, the DC Plunnie from the list below and a King of Bandit Jing/Magic Kaitou crossover. Because we LIKE Jing.
And in every single one of them, as soon as we went to type, :POOF!: all scattered and gone. Most annoying.
But we snuck up on this one and finished it. HA!. Rambled about it earlier
+++
Hattori Heiji liked fighting.
Not fist fights per se, while he had the skill and strength to win his share of those, they were pretty boring and lacked the skill and challenge he was looking for.
He liked solving mysteries, the mental challenge of who and why. While he didn't like the murders or thefts on a moral and personal level, he did enjoy butting heads with his rival, the Teenage Detective of the East, Kudo Shin'ichi.
Or Edogawa Conan, as he preferred to be called now. What ever. Kudo was Kudo, no matter what size.
He liked Kendo. Honing and pushing his body and reflexes to the limit.
His kendo rival, Soushi Okita, 6th generation descendant from the original Soshi Okita, the First Captain of the Shinsen-gumi back during the Meiji Restoration, was pretty cool too. They had a lot in common. Nice guy, pretty laid back and a damn fine Kendoist. Even if they regularly got their butt kicked by a short spikey-haired twerp named Kurogane Yaiba.
And he liked arguing with his perpetual shadow, Tomoya Kazuha.
He also liked his hometown of Osaka, Baseball, American Western Movies and Agatha Christie novels, but right now, walking with Okita and Kazuha after a good kendo match as the other two talked about the difficulties of keeping ponytails neat and he was feeling pretty good.
He liked fighting, but he liked hanging out with is friends too.
The conversation continued over to why some people had those spikes on the side of their head, like Ran, Heiji and Okita as they entered the boys locker room and began changing out of Kendo gear.
Or in Okita's case, changing out of his trademark haori, into different clothes, and back into his trademark haori. Because just like the ponytail, the similar spike on top of his head and the fact that he always kept his sword with him, Okita was just weird like that, keeping a part of the past alive. Which was fine. They all had their weird quirks.
It was about the time that he had his shirt off and Okita was just taking his off when the other swordsman suddenly froze.
"Uh... it is okay?"
"Huh?" Both he and Kazuha blinked, taken back by the hesitance.
Okita looked faintly embarrassed as he discretely motioned to Kazuha.
Heiji blinked again, his mind doing a slow roll as it informed him that Kazuha. Who was a Girl. Was In Boy's Locker Room. Which was Full of Boys. Who were Changing Clothes.
"Oh, it's okay. Happens all the time" One of his team-mates casually spoke up. "She follows him EVERYWHERE. She never looks, so we don't mind."
"I... Uh... EH?!" Kazuha squeaked, her face about the shade of a ripe tomato.
Okita blinked, then shrugged and pulled his shirt off, continuing changing as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Heiji felt a headache coming on as he realised his Mother was going to flay him alive if she ever discovered this tidbit of information. "That's it." He rubbed his forehead with a hand. "I'm going to hell."
Kazuha's blush faded as a familiar indignant stubborn look returned to her face. "Not without me!"
-fin-
Want to do more with Okita. Now that we know a bit more about who he's based off of, he's interesting.
That and we have a few Heiji/Okita doujinshi. *whistles innocently* >D
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*amused sweatdrop* (is there such a thing?)
Date: 2003-10-22 05:13 pm (UTC)Scratch that question. Kazuha WOULD follow him to hell and back.
"Heiji blinked again, his mind doing a slow roll as it informed him that Kazuha. Who was a Girl. Was In Boy's Locker Room. Which was Full of Boys. Who were Changing Clothes."
I'm printing this out to read. *grin*