Detective Conan. Conan, Shinichi. 084. He. AND Eri, Kogoro. 040. Sight.
Title: Two of a Kind
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: General series
Prompt: #84-he
Word Count: 179 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: A very awkward situation, featuring a nice crack-pairing. Conan/Shinichi. Yes, you read that right.
The two boys stared at each other with identical blue eyes-the smaller one, perhaps a decade younger than his older counterpart, adjusted his glasses and raised an eyebrow. “…what the hell are you doing here?”
“Because the author’s on crack,” the taller one (who we will call Shinichi) shrugged, shoving his hands casually into his pockets.
The younger one-henceforth known as Conan-shrugged in an echo of Shinichi’s movements. “So what’s this case all about?”
“Arson,” Shinichi pointed towards the smoking remains of what had once been a building. “I know we usually deal with murderers, but this case is extremely interesting.”
“How so?”
“Well, we’ve already got the arsonist,” Shinichi replied. “The perp was wearing a T-shirt for a show called Dragonball Z, and he was dragged away, screaming something about a dub.”
“…so why are we here then?” Conan asked.
“I have no idea,” Shinichi said.
Crickets chirped for a moment.
Finally, Shinichi spoke again. “So…you wanna make out?”
Conan raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t we the same person?”
“Do not underestimate my ego.”
“…fair enough.”
PS. If you guessed this was a drabble request, you’re right--for the lovely hagane_no_heiji. Whew…the prompt was “FUNimation,” so I figured I’d just run with it. Yay crack! Thanks for reading, everyone. Much love!
Cross-posted to fanfic100 and Fanfic100: Detective Conan.
Title: Telltale Stain
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: General series
Prompt: #40-sight
Word Count: 174 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: He was staring at her, and it was making her nervous. Eri/Kogoro.
He was staring.
And Eri was getting nervous.
It wasn’t even so much that her estranged husband was staring at her-far from it. It was more that his eyes kept drifting to a certain place. A place where his eyes should certainly not be so fixated. His scrutiny was getting a bit uncomfortable.
“What are you looking at?” she finally snapped.
He jerked back as though he’d been stung. “Well, I…you…”
“Anata-“ her tone turned warning.
Kogoro swallowed hard and turned away. “You have a stain…on your shirt.”
Eri blinked once, twice, three times (a lady) before looking down at herself. Sure enough, she’d somehow managed to spill coffee on herself at some point and not notice it. Even worse, the stain was at just the right spot to draw attention to…
Oh dear.
Suddenly self-conscious, she tugged at the lapels of her blazer to pull them over the offending spot. “Thank you for telling me. I didn’t know,” she said carefully. A nice, safe reply.
Kogoro grunted, but said nothing else.
PS. Written for ran_mouri82 as part of a drabble request I did-the prompt was “coffee stain.” I’m really racking up the Eri/Kogoro fics, aren’t I? And I promised myself I’d write something for Yuusaku and Yukiko…will get to that eventually. Anyway, thanks for reading, all! Much love!
Cross-posted to candy__chan and Fanfic100: Detective Conan.
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: General series
Prompt: #84-he
Word Count: 179 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: A very awkward situation, featuring a nice crack-pairing. Conan/Shinichi. Yes, you read that right.
The two boys stared at each other with identical blue eyes-the smaller one, perhaps a decade younger than his older counterpart, adjusted his glasses and raised an eyebrow. “…what the hell are you doing here?”
“Because the author’s on crack,” the taller one (who we will call Shinichi) shrugged, shoving his hands casually into his pockets.
The younger one-henceforth known as Conan-shrugged in an echo of Shinichi’s movements. “So what’s this case all about?”
“Arson,” Shinichi pointed towards the smoking remains of what had once been a building. “I know we usually deal with murderers, but this case is extremely interesting.”
“How so?”
“Well, we’ve already got the arsonist,” Shinichi replied. “The perp was wearing a T-shirt for a show called Dragonball Z, and he was dragged away, screaming something about a dub.”
“…so why are we here then?” Conan asked.
“I have no idea,” Shinichi said.
Crickets chirped for a moment.
Finally, Shinichi spoke again. “So…you wanna make out?”
Conan raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t we the same person?”
“Do not underestimate my ego.”
“…fair enough.”
PS. If you guessed this was a drabble request, you’re right--for the lovely hagane_no_heiji. Whew…the prompt was “FUNimation,” so I figured I’d just run with it. Yay crack! Thanks for reading, everyone. Much love!
Cross-posted to fanfic100 and Fanfic100: Detective Conan.
Title: Telltale Stain
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: General series
Prompt: #40-sight
Word Count: 174 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: He was staring at her, and it was making her nervous. Eri/Kogoro.
He was staring.
And Eri was getting nervous.
It wasn’t even so much that her estranged husband was staring at her-far from it. It was more that his eyes kept drifting to a certain place. A place where his eyes should certainly not be so fixated. His scrutiny was getting a bit uncomfortable.
“What are you looking at?” she finally snapped.
He jerked back as though he’d been stung. “Well, I…you…”
“Anata-“ her tone turned warning.
Kogoro swallowed hard and turned away. “You have a stain…on your shirt.”
Eri blinked once, twice, three times (a lady) before looking down at herself. Sure enough, she’d somehow managed to spill coffee on herself at some point and not notice it. Even worse, the stain was at just the right spot to draw attention to…
Oh dear.
Suddenly self-conscious, she tugged at the lapels of her blazer to pull them over the offending spot. “Thank you for telling me. I didn’t know,” she said carefully. A nice, safe reply.
Kogoro grunted, but said nothing else.
PS. Written for ran_mouri82 as part of a drabble request I did-the prompt was “coffee stain.” I’m really racking up the Eri/Kogoro fics, aren’t I? And I promised myself I’d write something for Yuusaku and Yukiko…will get to that eventually. Anyway, thanks for reading, all! Much love!
Cross-posted to candy__chan and Fanfic100: Detective Conan.