False Brother

»What do you mean, he isn't Shinichi?«

The question you spoke with a whispering volume in your voice, filled with doubt and hesitation, hung above through the upcoming silence like a loose threat—ready to fall and causing havoc disaster.

Without really noticing it, the three Soda cans of cold Cola—which you had eagerly volunteered to get for your brother, Heiji and yourself as a form of thank you treatment for the hard work they had done these past few days of solving yet another crime and bringing justice once again—slipped from your hands, which had now a visible shake in them—and onto the ground below with a thud, rolling away.

Heiji captured his lower lip between his teeth's, gnawing at skin in slight anxiousness. Observing you, Heiji raced his mind of ways to distract you—bringing you away from the scene, from something of a sort of false truth you wished, longed, to be true again—and calm you down before your anger could rise.

You rarely got angry as you're a more peaceful person with sincere attitude of positive and genuine love energy. Only a handful, be it people or things, could make your fuse go into an explosion.

Though when you got angry, when the fuse start to spark and make the anger bubbling inside you—till it bursts into flames of fury—oh lord, than you weren't a pleasant person to be around.

»Are you telling me, that he–he isn't–isn't.....Shin–Shini......« your voice faltered, died out in uncertainty of unbelievable.

Heiji knew—from the way you first narrowed your eyes at Okuda, the person who fooled you into thinking that he was your dear brother—who disappeared once without a word and now reappears again—how your hands are clenched into fists, so hard that your knuckles turned white and how your narrowed stare turned into a angry sneer—that your about to strike Okuda down with every possibility of your strength in Qing Mado. After all, you weren't in the top 5 of ranks for nothing.

Heiji was able to catch you when you leapt forward with a raised fist. Okuda did a fearful step back.

»This fucker! I will smash him into the ground! He had now fucking right to imposante as Shinichi! NO RIGHT! I–fucking let me go Heiji or I swear to god I will fucking smash you into the ground too!«

And in the next seconds, you grabbed Heiji's arms and judo flipped him over your shoulder and onto the ground. Leaving him breathless for a moment.

While Heiji regained his breath, he glanced towards Ran and Shinichi—the actual one, who tried his best to take cover behind Ran—and Heiji, for once, felt absolutely angry at his best friend—who couldn't dare to give you one fucking simple call, because if he had it wouldn't be like this today.

You had charged at the false Shinichi, punching him across the face and pummel him into the ground. Sitting on top of him, you grabbed his shirt collar and shook him anger.

They all watched in shock how you, the oh so sweet and kind [Name] they all knew, shouted threatening profanity at Okuda—and how you gave him a punch after another, letting your fury completely free.

The audacity—you sneered in visibly barging anger—to imposante as your brother, is something unforgivable to do and wouldn't be forgiven, not when you waited all those damned months—almost a year had passed—without any news, signs and calls from Shinichi.

»HOW DARE YOU TO IMPOSE AS MY BROTHER AND FRAMING HIM FOR A CRIME, JUST BECAUSE YOU FUCKER COULDN'T ACCEPT THE TRUTH!«

Because how low must be someone's morals, their values of integrity and beliefs, dropping to do such horrendous acts of so called "self-justification"

How desperate someone could become, to impose—undergo surgery even—as another person and commit murder in their name, to make them into a killer and frame them for such inhumane actions.

And that's all because, a truth of justice and evidence couldn't be accepted.

Heiji pulled you off from Okuda, taking every hit from your trashing around in his arms—as you tried to free yourself from his hold, wanting to beat the asshole all bloody more—and brought you to one at the benches, near the vending machines.

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Heiji didn't say anything, when you cried in his arms, knowing well from first hand experience that sometimes silence comforts more than the mere words of actual comforting meaning.

It wasn't the first time you've cried over Shinichi's absence. There had been many nights where you bawled your eyes out, thinking of gruesome possibilities of what could happen to your brother to make him as of what he is now—gone and nothing but a mere fading memory.

But this was different—as you really had thought that Shinichi had finally returned and even when it seemed that your brother had lost his memories—you could live with this as long as he was back—your crumbling hope was rising like a flame, believing naive and dumbly that everything was turning good again.

Though once again it felt too good to be true, because in the end, it was nothing but a fraud—ripping the fragile hope in your broken—but ever so mending—heart apart and leaving behind a mess of piercing pain.

Maybe you should just accept the possibility of reality, that Shinichi perhaps was dead—all along from the day he disappeared to the here and now of present.

Perhaps you also shouldn't have fought for your life back then—when Daiki had kidnapped you and all you wanted was to die as well, having willingly accepted your fate as you hadn't any goal or ounce of hope left in you—but when Conan told you such blatant lie, that Shinichi had called and would be back home soon, you thought—living once more to see Shinichi's smile was enough to keep going against your wishes of death.

»I really–I thought, that–I thought, that it was–was Shinichi.....« you choked out, hiding your face more in Heiji's neck.

»I know, I know, sunshine. C'mon deep breaths, in and out, just like we practiced. Yeah, just like that, ya doing good« whispered Heiji, rubbing your back and praising you when you did the breathing patterns.

If Heiji could, he would've told you in a heartbeat that Shinichi is here and alive—freeing you from the painful pressure of heartache you living through ever since with the loss of your brother—but he couldn't, have promised—vowed—to never tell the secret of who Conan actually is.

The amount of times Heiji had to bite his tongue to not say anything to you—because if you would knew the actual truth, you would cause havoc and unleash a fury at them—and he never felt any remorse guilt about it nor anger about it before, to tell you minimal lies—but now Heiji does and for once he wanted to punch his best friend for being so absolutely stupid.

»Come, Officer Kogawa said she's gonna drive us back to the City and then we could take a nap in our hotelroom and afterwards we can go and have a nice dinner, watcha think, sounds splendid doesn't it?« said Heiji, prepping your face with kisses, before standing up.

You wiped the remaining tears from your eyes, rubbing your face and—besides the upcoming migraine you felt pounding in your head—managed a small smile at Heiji.

»Yeah, that sounds real good« you agreed, leaning against Heiji as he placed his Cap onto your head and slung his arm around you—pulling you close.

For a moment you felt bold; cradling Heiji's face in your hands, pulling him down and gave him the biggest kiss on the cheek.

»Not that I don't appreciate it, but what for sunshine?« asked Heiji, grinning at you—have been taken by surprise with your action.

»No reasons, except for you being the best in my humble life and do you wanna know how much I love you Heiji?«

»How much?«

»Endless, like the universe«