Prompt 98: Vulnerable
*sits in fail corner and cries* Oh, this hurt like hell to write. Stars, don't read it. It was worse than I planned.
For the prompt Vulnerable. Not very mature themes, but reference to blood and pain. So...I dunno. I can't even rate this. Nobody read it. It's horrible. TT______TT
*crossposting this because she's miserable enough to forget which journal she's posting the drabbles on*
Vulnerable:
Conan moved around the small apartment, setting up a table for Kaito’s visit. During the week he could only visit two or three days and today was one of them, to his utmost joy. Shinichi and Kaito had been friends long before he became Conan, meeting once or twice at family reunions. They weren’t related, as far as he could tell, but friends of friends of family. After his accident, the magician had sought him out.
He wasn’t surprised Kaito found out his secret.
It was actually refreshing, having an ally so close to home that he could call whenever he needed something. And the intelligence to match his own wasn’t such a bad thing either.
Pulling down the chess board so they could have another match, the small detective heard the phone ring and put the box down quickly so he could answer it. “I got it! Moshi moshi?”
“Sorry Shin.” A low voice answered his, sounding tired. “I believe I’m going to be a little late.”
Conan glanced to make sure Ran was out of hearing range and moved as far as he could away from the base. Something was wrong. “What, why?” Very faintly, he could hear the sound of grinding metal.
“I…had a little accident.”
“Kaito, Kaito! What happened!?” He glanced through the doorway to the other room, a news broadcast on the TV switching to emergency live footage.
“Here we are live from the scene of the accident. A bomb exploded on the Ekoda-Shibuya line just a few minutes ago right as the train passed over it. Authorities are still cutting off the area while rescue teams are attempting to dig into the wreckage. The vehicle is highly unstable, no one knows if there are any survivors…”
Conan tuned the TV out as the person on the other line coughed, and suddenly he understood what that metallic sound was. “It’s going to collapse…” He breathed, suddenly terrified. Kaito had been on that train! Kaito, who wouldn’t have been on that train if he hadn’t asked him to come over today!
“Shin…” His voice was faint, thick, as if there was something he was talking around.
“Kaito, keep talking to me, just keep talking. I…” He couldn’t go there. It was too far. He’d be too late. There was no guarantee Kaito would answer if he switched to his cell phone. He moved into the main room and dropped to his knees in front of the TV, watching the report unfold, horrified as rescue teams turned up more and more dead.
Ran heard him hit the floor and ventured in from the kitchen. “Conan-kun?”
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“Just keep talking. I-” Conan’s voice sounded so young, Kaito mused, lost in the darkness of wreckage, buried under hot metal and dust. He couldn’t feel his legs, or his arms. God only knew how he kept hold of his cell phone this long.
“Shin…” He tried again, having to swallow blood to speak. “I wanted to see you today. Found something…on our guys.” More blood. He could no longer taste anything else. He coughed violently and let out a pained moan, looking down at the bar protruding from his abdomen. A little higher he would have died instantly. He almost wished it had, but then Shinichi would have wondered.
“Kaito, god Kaito, talk to me! Please, don’t go!” His friend began panicking, getting the implications. “What car were you in!?”
“Good question…” He chuckled, then groaned again, a harsh sob jerked out of his throat, followed by another fit of coughing as he inhaled blood. He couldn’t remember…he was starting to forget where he even was.
“Nonono, please.” Conan begged. “They’re going to get to you, don’t you DARE give up Kuroba Kaito!”
Hey, that last bit was Shin’s voice, he thought. “Shin…Mouri…”
“She’s calling the authorities on my phone.” Shinichi said. “She’s telling them you’re alive. They’ll get to you, Kaito. Just hang on.”
He giggled. Hang on to what? “I can’t…feel…” He whispered. His vision was dark, but maybe that was just where he was. There was another sound of grinding metal. Suddenly focused, Kaito stared at what he knew to be the ceiling. He must have been partly underground. “Shinichi. It’s been fun.”
“DON’T YOU DARE DIE ON ME!” He winced at the sheer panic in his voice.
“Sorry Shin. The roof…I can’t…”
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“KAITO!! KAITO!!” Shinichi’s voice broke and a loud grinding sound came through the speaker, followed by a keening screech and then the comparatively soft sound of a connection lost.
Conan dropped his phone and stared at the screen as the cameras caught part of the front caving in. Kaito was in there…the only person who made him feel like himself.
He felt empty. He wanted to scream and cry as he watched them dive into the new disaster, now that it was safer to walk through. He watched until he could hear in the background that they found another passenger, as they brought in tools to help get him free. He stared horrified at the screen as they pulled out a limp body. He didn’t need the camera to be any closer to recognize him.
Conan turned the TV off. He didn’t want to hear them announce him dead. He didn’t want to lose the slight hope he was clinging on to. The hope that stayed only because right now he was a child, and children kept hope, even when all was lost, because they didn’t know any better.
He knew better.
And he cried, wishing now more than ever that he really was a child, because he didn’t want to understand. He didn’t want to know the figures, the numbers. The results. He cried, clinging on to Ran, not wanting to know the truth, because this time, just this one time, he couldn’t accept it.
Not this time.Type your cut contents here.
*curled up into a little ball*
For the prompt Vulnerable. Not very mature themes, but reference to blood and pain. So...I dunno. I can't even rate this. Nobody read it. It's horrible. TT______TT
*crossposting this because she's miserable enough to forget which journal she's posting the drabbles on*
Vulnerable:
Conan moved around the small apartment, setting up a table for Kaito’s visit. During the week he could only visit two or three days and today was one of them, to his utmost joy. Shinichi and Kaito had been friends long before he became Conan, meeting once or twice at family reunions. They weren’t related, as far as he could tell, but friends of friends of family. After his accident, the magician had sought him out.
He wasn’t surprised Kaito found out his secret.
It was actually refreshing, having an ally so close to home that he could call whenever he needed something. And the intelligence to match his own wasn’t such a bad thing either.
Pulling down the chess board so they could have another match, the small detective heard the phone ring and put the box down quickly so he could answer it. “I got it! Moshi moshi?”
“Sorry Shin.” A low voice answered his, sounding tired. “I believe I’m going to be a little late.”
Conan glanced to make sure Ran was out of hearing range and moved as far as he could away from the base. Something was wrong. “What, why?” Very faintly, he could hear the sound of grinding metal.
“I…had a little accident.”
“Kaito, Kaito! What happened!?” He glanced through the doorway to the other room, a news broadcast on the TV switching to emergency live footage.
“Here we are live from the scene of the accident. A bomb exploded on the Ekoda-Shibuya line just a few minutes ago right as the train passed over it. Authorities are still cutting off the area while rescue teams are attempting to dig into the wreckage. The vehicle is highly unstable, no one knows if there are any survivors…”
Conan tuned the TV out as the person on the other line coughed, and suddenly he understood what that metallic sound was. “It’s going to collapse…” He breathed, suddenly terrified. Kaito had been on that train! Kaito, who wouldn’t have been on that train if he hadn’t asked him to come over today!
“Shin…” His voice was faint, thick, as if there was something he was talking around.
“Kaito, keep talking to me, just keep talking. I…” He couldn’t go there. It was too far. He’d be too late. There was no guarantee Kaito would answer if he switched to his cell phone. He moved into the main room and dropped to his knees in front of the TV, watching the report unfold, horrified as rescue teams turned up more and more dead.
Ran heard him hit the floor and ventured in from the kitchen. “Conan-kun?”
----
“Just keep talking. I-” Conan’s voice sounded so young, Kaito mused, lost in the darkness of wreckage, buried under hot metal and dust. He couldn’t feel his legs, or his arms. God only knew how he kept hold of his cell phone this long.
“Shin…” He tried again, having to swallow blood to speak. “I wanted to see you today. Found something…on our guys.” More blood. He could no longer taste anything else. He coughed violently and let out a pained moan, looking down at the bar protruding from his abdomen. A little higher he would have died instantly. He almost wished it had, but then Shinichi would have wondered.
“Kaito, god Kaito, talk to me! Please, don’t go!” His friend began panicking, getting the implications. “What car were you in!?”
“Good question…” He chuckled, then groaned again, a harsh sob jerked out of his throat, followed by another fit of coughing as he inhaled blood. He couldn’t remember…he was starting to forget where he even was.
“Nonono, please.” Conan begged. “They’re going to get to you, don’t you DARE give up Kuroba Kaito!”
Hey, that last bit was Shin’s voice, he thought. “Shin…Mouri…”
“She’s calling the authorities on my phone.” Shinichi said. “She’s telling them you’re alive. They’ll get to you, Kaito. Just hang on.”
He giggled. Hang on to what? “I can’t…feel…” He whispered. His vision was dark, but maybe that was just where he was. There was another sound of grinding metal. Suddenly focused, Kaito stared at what he knew to be the ceiling. He must have been partly underground. “Shinichi. It’s been fun.”
“DON’T YOU DARE DIE ON ME!” He winced at the sheer panic in his voice.
“Sorry Shin. The roof…I can’t…”
----
“KAITO!! KAITO!!” Shinichi’s voice broke and a loud grinding sound came through the speaker, followed by a keening screech and then the comparatively soft sound of a connection lost.
Conan dropped his phone and stared at the screen as the cameras caught part of the front caving in. Kaito was in there…the only person who made him feel like himself.
He felt empty. He wanted to scream and cry as he watched them dive into the new disaster, now that it was safer to walk through. He watched until he could hear in the background that they found another passenger, as they brought in tools to help get him free. He stared horrified at the screen as they pulled out a limp body. He didn’t need the camera to be any closer to recognize him.
Conan turned the TV off. He didn’t want to hear them announce him dead. He didn’t want to lose the slight hope he was clinging on to. The hope that stayed only because right now he was a child, and children kept hope, even when all was lost, because they didn’t know any better.
He knew better.
And he cried, wishing now more than ever that he really was a child, because he didn’t want to understand. He didn’t want to know the figures, the numbers. The results. He cried, clinging on to Ran, not wanting to know the truth, because this time, just this one time, he couldn’t accept it.
Not this time.Type your cut contents here.
*curled up into a little ball*