The Perfect Place (Fanfic100)
Title: The Perfect Place
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Yuusaku/Yukiko (General series)
Prompt: #73-light
Word Count: 315 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: It was so simple, yet so brilliant. Yuusaku/Yukiko ficlet.
On a dreary, rainy day like this one, when she had no work to do (no photo shoots, no studio sessions, nothing of the sort), Yukiko found that there was something very relaxing about finding a comfortable chair in the local library and settling in with a good book. She was not a stupid woman, and she very much enjoyed keeping her mind sharp.
Especially considering who she was dating. She had to be on top of her game to keep the world-famous novelist in his world-famous place.
This particular library had a reading room, an open area scattered with chairs and tables. The walls were lined with expansive windows to let in the light or, as the case may be, give those sitting within a perfect view of the rain pelting against the glass. Yukiko glanced up from her book many times to gaze out at the storm and the accompanying thunder and lightning. It certainly made for a pleasant backdrop to the mystery novel in her hands.
She turned another page, and frowned as a shadow fell across her, making it difficult to read. She glanced up, and her frown turned to surprise when she saw who was blocking her light. “Oh, Yuusaku. What are you doing here? I thought you had a meeting today.”
He had a wet umbrella in one hand and a hat in the other, though he was still a bit damp. “I did.”
“And?”
“I skipped it,” he admitted with a shameless grin.
“…your editors are going to be out for your blood,” Yukiko deadpanned.
“They already are. That’s why I’m here,” he sat down in the chair beside hers. “I’m hiding.”
“You’re hiding from your editors…in a library?” she repeated, incredulous.
“Exactly.”
“…the last place they’ll think to look. Which makes it the perfect place to hide.”
“Precisely.”
“That’s a sick sort of genius.”
“Why, thank you.”
PS. Yeah. Random. Not much else to say. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Yuusaku/Yukiko (General series)
Prompt: #73-light
Word Count: 315 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: It was so simple, yet so brilliant. Yuusaku/Yukiko ficlet.
On a dreary, rainy day like this one, when she had no work to do (no photo shoots, no studio sessions, nothing of the sort), Yukiko found that there was something very relaxing about finding a comfortable chair in the local library and settling in with a good book. She was not a stupid woman, and she very much enjoyed keeping her mind sharp.
Especially considering who she was dating. She had to be on top of her game to keep the world-famous novelist in his world-famous place.
This particular library had a reading room, an open area scattered with chairs and tables. The walls were lined with expansive windows to let in the light or, as the case may be, give those sitting within a perfect view of the rain pelting against the glass. Yukiko glanced up from her book many times to gaze out at the storm and the accompanying thunder and lightning. It certainly made for a pleasant backdrop to the mystery novel in her hands.
She turned another page, and frowned as a shadow fell across her, making it difficult to read. She glanced up, and her frown turned to surprise when she saw who was blocking her light. “Oh, Yuusaku. What are you doing here? I thought you had a meeting today.”
He had a wet umbrella in one hand and a hat in the other, though he was still a bit damp. “I did.”
“And?”
“I skipped it,” he admitted with a shameless grin.
“…your editors are going to be out for your blood,” Yukiko deadpanned.
“They already are. That’s why I’m here,” he sat down in the chair beside hers. “I’m hiding.”
“You’re hiding from your editors…in a library?” she repeated, incredulous.
“Exactly.”
“…the last place they’ll think to look. Which makes it the perfect place to hide.”
“Precisely.”
“That’s a sick sort of genius.”
“Why, thank you.”
PS. Yeah. Random. Not much else to say. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!