Prompt: Kaito and Heiji meet?
who is allowing these two disaster zones to meet. oh right, you and me, anon, you and me.
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Thick as Thieves
The first time he met Hattori Heiji, he’d just sent a man twice his age doubling over in pain. To be fair, the man in question was a common pickpocket, and had the audacity to prey on a little old lady on top of that, but still, it was quite the first impression. With what could be best described as a battle grin on his face, he hadn’t even hesitated for a moment to use his vinyl umbrella as a makeshift weapon.
As a result, it was now unusable. It was an end that was quite predictable- to everyone aside from Hattori Heiji, that was, who merely grumbled to himself and complained about how something like this had managed to happen again.
“You can borrow mine, if you want.” He wasn’t quite sure what prompted him to call out to the guy, but here he was, offering him an umbrella. “I forgot that I’d already put one in my bag last night, so I’ve got two now.”
For a moment, there was nothing but silence as their eyes met, as if he were trying to process something. It was enough to cause the hairs on the back of his neck to raise- at least until a grin split his face, quite different from the fierce one that he had sported mere seconds ago. Whatever he had been thinking about, it had clearly been quickly resolved, so it probably wasn’t anything that important.
“Oh, thanks a bunch!” Taking the umbrella out of his hands, he opened it right up- not that it did much good, now that he was already half-soaked from the rain. If he was bothered by it any, he didn’t let it show. “That’s mighty generous of ya, even if it’s a spare!”
Kansai dialect. A strong one at that, Kaito couldn’t help but think. Vaguely, he felt as if he had heard something about a dark skinned young man speaking a strong Kansai-ben from somewhere before, but for the moment, he couldn’t quite place it.
“No, no, it’s the least I can do after you let me see something like that.” Kaito told him, motioning in the direction where what best could be described as carnage had unfolded. He was amazed the guy was even able to get up and run away after that blow, though it looked as if it had taken considerable effort on his part. “But are you sure it’s fine? He got away after that.”
“It’s fine, it’s fine.” Waving a hand, Heiji turned back to look in that direction. “I got the purse back, after all. That was probably a crime of opportunity, if anythin’. Probably’ll think twice about doin’ that sort of thing from now on. More importantly, I didn’t get yer name.”
“My name?” Kaito asked, blinking quickly. He hadn’t expected that- he’d literally only just given him an umbrella, and in his book, that wasn’t exactly ground for more than a quick conversation. Still, he couldn’t say that he disliked it- there was something almost infectious about the guy’s grin. “I’m Kaito. Kuroba Kaito.”
“Kuroba-han, huh?” Switching the hand he was using to hold his umbrella, Heiji stuck out a hand. “I’m Hattori Heiji.”