In the Closet (Fanfic100)
Title: In the Closet
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Shinichi, Kaitou Kid (General series)
Prompt: #81-how?
Word Count: 301 words
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: I do not own Detective Conan. It all belongs to Gosho Aoyama. I simply borrow the characters, tie them up, and dance them around like life-sized puppets. I do wish they’d stop complaining.
Summary: Eh, it could be worse.
This whole night had gone horribly, tragically, awfully wrong somewhere along the line.
What was the tip-off for that statement, you might ask?
Well, for Shinichi, the clear sign that things had gone tremendously awry was that he was currently stuck in a closet with none other than International Criminal 1412, otherwise known to his adoring fans and not-so-adoring Taskforce as the phantom thief Kaitou Kid. Not only that, but their positions (as relative to each other) left a lot to be desired, in Shinichi’s humblest of opinions.
Specifically, Shinichi had his face squished flat against the back wall of the closet, and Kid was squeezed in behind him, pressing right up against him-it really wasn’t a very big closet.
Granted, they had ducked in here to avoid some shooters who thought they were fair game, but still!
This was not a good night. Not at all.
Shinichi fidgeted as much as his current position would allow. “This sucks.”
He felt Kid shrug. “Eh, it could be worse.”
Shinichi would have glared at him if he could’ve turned his head that far, to say nothing of not being able to actually see in the dark. So instead, he just glared at the wall on principle. “Oh really? And how, pray tell, could this be worse?”
There was a beat before Kid replied. “I could be interested,” he said delicately.
It took a moment for Shinichi to realize exactly what the thief meant-though given the way they were standing, it shouldn’t have been that much of a mystery. When the light bulb clicked on (figuratively, not literally-the closet was still quite dark), the Great Detective of the East did something few had ever seen him do before.
He headwalled. “You’re not making the hate go away.”
“…sorry, sweetie.”
“Hate.”
PS. I’m blaming this on jeva_chan, even though she had nothing to do with it. Just so everyone knows. EET EEZ TOTALLY HER FAULT!! This was another one of those scenes that was living in the Junk Drawer that is my mind, and I finally decided to just use it somewhere. Hope you enjoyed it!
Thanks for reading, all! Much love!
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Shinichi, Kaitou Kid (General series)
Prompt: #81-how?
Word Count: 301 words
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: I do not own Detective Conan. It all belongs to Gosho Aoyama. I simply borrow the characters, tie them up, and dance them around like life-sized puppets. I do wish they’d stop complaining.
Summary: Eh, it could be worse.
This whole night had gone horribly, tragically, awfully wrong somewhere along the line.
What was the tip-off for that statement, you might ask?
Well, for Shinichi, the clear sign that things had gone tremendously awry was that he was currently stuck in a closet with none other than International Criminal 1412, otherwise known to his adoring fans and not-so-adoring Taskforce as the phantom thief Kaitou Kid. Not only that, but their positions (as relative to each other) left a lot to be desired, in Shinichi’s humblest of opinions.
Specifically, Shinichi had his face squished flat against the back wall of the closet, and Kid was squeezed in behind him, pressing right up against him-it really wasn’t a very big closet.
Granted, they had ducked in here to avoid some shooters who thought they were fair game, but still!
This was not a good night. Not at all.
Shinichi fidgeted as much as his current position would allow. “This sucks.”
He felt Kid shrug. “Eh, it could be worse.”
Shinichi would have glared at him if he could’ve turned his head that far, to say nothing of not being able to actually see in the dark. So instead, he just glared at the wall on principle. “Oh really? And how, pray tell, could this be worse?”
There was a beat before Kid replied. “I could be interested,” he said delicately.
It took a moment for Shinichi to realize exactly what the thief meant-though given the way they were standing, it shouldn’t have been that much of a mystery. When the light bulb clicked on (figuratively, not literally-the closet was still quite dark), the Great Detective of the East did something few had ever seen him do before.
He headwalled. “You’re not making the hate go away.”
“…sorry, sweetie.”
“Hate.”
PS. I’m blaming this on jeva_chan, even though she had nothing to do with it. Just so everyone knows. EET EEZ TOTALLY HER FAULT!! This was another one of those scenes that was living in the Junk Drawer that is my mind, and I finally decided to just use it somewhere. Hope you enjoyed it!
Thanks for reading, all! Much love!