Tripped Up (30 Ways: Shinichi/Ran)
Title: Tripped Up
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Kudo Shinichi/Mouri Ran
Theme: #13-flight
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan. All characters are the property of Gosho Aoyama. I simply threaten to make them watch old Barney tapes unless they obey me. Trust me, they listen.
Summary: He was falling. Would she catch him?
He had to run faster. Faster, faster, faster. He had to get away from Them.
There were sounds further down the stairwell; he heard voices that sounded very familiar. He hoped he was right, that they belonged to the police. For once, he was more than happy to place this whole thing in their hands. He had run his course with it, he had made it this far…
Now all he had to do was survive.
The shouts above him told him that there wasn’t much time as the shouts below him told him that there wasn’t much further to go. He started jumping stairs, vaulting over the railings. One landing in particular hurt, but he didn’t spare more than a second to wonder if he had actually hurt himself. There was no time.
When he finally sprinted past the first officer, he didn’t stop. He hollered something about the fact that the men after him were armed and dangerous, and then he kept going. Let the police handle it. He just wanted to get outside into the fresh air, away from all this.
For once his small size proved to be useful, as it allowed him to get passed the rest of the stampede going up the stairs by staying close to the floor and close to the wall. He didn’t stop for any of them; finally he was back into a vacant stairwell and still going.
He turned a corner on a landing a little too fast and felt pain lance through his ankle. He stumbled, then tripped. He was going headfirst down a flight of stairs, almost flying over the steps as he headed for the next landing in a manner that wasn’t going to allow him much control over how he landed there.
…except there was someone standing there, directly below him.
Something told him that she wasn’t supposed to be here, but she had come anyway, either by subterfuge or by simply running along while everyone else was all caught up in the moment. But still…there she was, staring up at him with wide, startled eyes.
And he was falling right towards her.
He saw her lips move, forming a word-a name. His true name. “Shinichi…”
In spite of the fact that he was tumbling through the air like this, it felt like time froze. They were suspended in a moment, staring at each other. And he wondered if somehow she was seeing him as the person he truly was, and not as he was currently trapped as.
All the things he wanted to say to her-had wanted to say to her for so long-seemed to bubble up inside him, though he couldn’t bring himself to say a single word aloud. I’m sorry…I didn’t want to lie to you. I didn’t want to hide from you. I just wanted you to stay safe.
It was like she heard him. I know. And I understand.
I don’t know what’s going to happen next. It could be anything. But if we stay together…if you’ll still have me…do you think we can make it?
Tears welled in her eyes. I know we can. Just…don’t hide from me again.
Never, he promised. And I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.
Now he was moving again, almost in slow motion, falling towards her. Instinctively, he reached out towards her, wondering if she would catch him. His heart skipped a beat when she held out her arms in return.
I’m sorry…I promise…
I forgive you. Just…
He fell right into those arms. And just like she had so many times before, she caught him.
Never leave me again.
PS. Holy surrealism, Batman o.o This is one of those things where in my mind (which is a strange place to begin with), they were sort of frozen in time, and it was one of those moments where she sees Shinichi instead of Conan. I hope this made some sort of sense. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Kudo Shinichi/Mouri Ran
Theme: #13-flight
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan. All characters are the property of Gosho Aoyama. I simply threaten to make them watch old Barney tapes unless they obey me. Trust me, they listen.
Summary: He was falling. Would she catch him?
He had to run faster. Faster, faster, faster. He had to get away from Them.
There were sounds further down the stairwell; he heard voices that sounded very familiar. He hoped he was right, that they belonged to the police. For once, he was more than happy to place this whole thing in their hands. He had run his course with it, he had made it this far…
Now all he had to do was survive.
The shouts above him told him that there wasn’t much time as the shouts below him told him that there wasn’t much further to go. He started jumping stairs, vaulting over the railings. One landing in particular hurt, but he didn’t spare more than a second to wonder if he had actually hurt himself. There was no time.
When he finally sprinted past the first officer, he didn’t stop. He hollered something about the fact that the men after him were armed and dangerous, and then he kept going. Let the police handle it. He just wanted to get outside into the fresh air, away from all this.
For once his small size proved to be useful, as it allowed him to get passed the rest of the stampede going up the stairs by staying close to the floor and close to the wall. He didn’t stop for any of them; finally he was back into a vacant stairwell and still going.
He turned a corner on a landing a little too fast and felt pain lance through his ankle. He stumbled, then tripped. He was going headfirst down a flight of stairs, almost flying over the steps as he headed for the next landing in a manner that wasn’t going to allow him much control over how he landed there.
…except there was someone standing there, directly below him.
Something told him that she wasn’t supposed to be here, but she had come anyway, either by subterfuge or by simply running along while everyone else was all caught up in the moment. But still…there she was, staring up at him with wide, startled eyes.
And he was falling right towards her.
He saw her lips move, forming a word-a name. His true name. “Shinichi…”
In spite of the fact that he was tumbling through the air like this, it felt like time froze. They were suspended in a moment, staring at each other. And he wondered if somehow she was seeing him as the person he truly was, and not as he was currently trapped as.
All the things he wanted to say to her-had wanted to say to her for so long-seemed to bubble up inside him, though he couldn’t bring himself to say a single word aloud. I’m sorry…I didn’t want to lie to you. I didn’t want to hide from you. I just wanted you to stay safe.
It was like she heard him. I know. And I understand.
I don’t know what’s going to happen next. It could be anything. But if we stay together…if you’ll still have me…do you think we can make it?
Tears welled in her eyes. I know we can. Just…don’t hide from me again.
Never, he promised. And I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.
Now he was moving again, almost in slow motion, falling towards her. Instinctively, he reached out towards her, wondering if she would catch him. His heart skipped a beat when she held out her arms in return.
I’m sorry…I promise…
I forgive you. Just…
He fell right into those arms. And just like she had so many times before, she caught him.
Never leave me again.
PS. Holy surrealism, Batman o.o This is one of those things where in my mind (which is a strange place to begin with), they were sort of frozen in time, and it was one of those moments where she sees Shinichi instead of Conan. I hope this made some sort of sense. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!