Stealing back plunnie!
No, nothing really important... just some fic stuff I did today. :) Am still planning on doing that update on life and email back people and ummm... stuff. Yeah. Promise. As soon as my laptop stops being a bitch and crashing every twenty minutes. *growls and pokes computer* (and no, I'm really not happy about this... this is getting fraekin' annoying!)
Title: We don't need no stinkin' title (aka Morgann can give this a title...), part 2
Fandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaitou
Rating: PG? *checks* Yeah, Kaito doesn't curse in this for once. How nice of him. *g*
Pairings: None, so far. Considering it's me and Morgann writing this, it's probably gonna be Kaito/Shinichi sooner or later.
Summary: Conan = Shrunk!Shinichi. Shinichi = Amnesiac!Kaito. Everyone Else = Clueless.
Warnings: Cliche. That's about it. Oh, non-beta'd. But nothing ever is.
Notes: So... many months ago, Morgann and I were discussing fanfic cliches and I threw out one of my favorites, amnesia, and even came up with a pretty decent idea of how to work it into the DC/MK universe that would take full advantage of Shinichi's and Kaito's similarities. I then wrote about three or four paragraphs of it and promptly put it aside to work on Faerie Dust (for Faerie Dust as we all know it ate my brain. And my life. And well, pretty much every other fic idea I've had.)
For some odd, inexplicable reason, she decided to steal my plunnie and wrote the beginning of it earlier this week (read it here if you haven't already or don't remember the first part). I then realized my three or four paragraphs would fit very well with where she'd left off and I suggested a few mornings ago that we turn this idea into a round robin, where she write one part and then I write the next part and we just go from there. And so... I turned my three or four paragraphs into about thirty odd paragraphs and well... here ya go people! If you think we're on crack... you're probably right. But I take full responsibility for it for once. *g*
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Shinichi hung back as Ran fussed over the dirty figure that had climbed out of Megure’s car. Whoever this person was, he definitely was the splitting image of Shinichi, right down to wearing almost the exact same set of clothes he’d been wearing when he was at the amusement park. The hair was a tad messier, in Shinichi’s opinion, but he supposed that could be excused with the rest of the imposter’s dishevelment.
So, the question remained - who was he really and why was he pretending to be Kudo Shinichi? The detective frowned; uncomfortably aware that the only people who had even half a clue that there would be a Shinichi-shaped hole in the world would be those two goons he’d stumbled upon earlier. Considering how quickly they took advantage of his “death” and how easily they’d found someone to replace him, the only conclusion Shinichi could draw was they had planned this. They must have counted on his curiosity to lure him someplace.
From there, it was a snap to see exactly what they’d done. They had given the imposter Shinichi’s wallet, stolen from the real Shinichi, and have him claim amnesia; figuring anyone who found him would assume he really was Shinichi. Once he was generally accepted as Shinichi, the amnesia would also give the imposter a cover for not knowing something or acting a little out of character.
It was a perfect, ingenious plan and if Shinichi had died like he was suppose to, there would be nobody who would know better.
Shinichi shivered, wrapping his arms around him. He wondered what he’d done to warrant someone planning something so elaborate to kill and replace him. Sure, he investigated murders, but they usually were more domestic affairs. Jealous husbands and money-grubbing relatives were the criminals he dealt with normally, not members of secret criminal organizations that blackmailed CEOs of major corporations.
He supposed it didn’t matter, at least right now. First order of business was making sure whatever they were planning on doing with their own personal teenage detective didn’t happen. Now, Shinichi knew from personal experience, trying to do anything around children was problematic; they liked to asked questions, get into everything, and follow you around everywhere if they thought you were doing anything interesting. Shinichi always considered it a small miracle that he managed to get anything sleuthing done around them and he couldn’t think of a better deterrent than a child.
With a grim smile, he waited for the right lull in the imposter’s and Ran’s conversation to introduce himself to the imposter. Because, Shinichi was most curious to see how well this fake Shinichi dealt with gaining his own little personal shadow and he figured Edogawa Conan was the kid up for the task of finding out.
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“Shinichi” just closed his eyes as the girl they’d pulled up next to examined his head. “Shinichi, this is bad. Why didn’t you stay in the hospital?” she scolded lightly as she reached into her purse and pulled out a handkerchief and stuck a corner of it in her mouth. She then used the wet edge to dab at the blood clotting in his hair. “Honestly, for someone who’s supposedly so smart, don’t you have any common sense?”
He shrugged. “Didn’t want to. Anyway, it’s not as bad as it looked. Head wounds always bleed a lot.” He grinned at her. “And I wanted to get to know myself again and I couldn’t do that while I’m in a hospital.” It had been an odd feeling, waking up and not knowing who he was. It was even weirder being told who you were and have it not mean anything. So, he’d begged and pleaded with the doctor to let him go so he could figure out whom this Kudo Shinichi person really was and the doctor had reluctantly agreed.
“Freak,” she said fondly as she continued to wash his head. He wished he knew who she was exactly; he hadn’t caught her name when Megure was talking to her and nobody had thought to tell him when he’d joined them on the sidewalk. His girlfriend, he would hazard to guess, but he didn’t want to make even more a fool of himself than he already was if he was wrong. Finally, she sighed and stepped back, sticking the bloodstained cloth in her pocket. “There, it’s not much better but at least the cut doesn’t look as bad.”
Just as Shinichi was about to respond, he was interrupted by a loud cry.
“Shinichi-niichan!” A small boy-shaped projectile hit Shinichi in the legs, causing him to stumble back against the side of the car.
“Um,” Shinichi said as he stared down into a pair of large, bright blue eyes looking up at him in reproach. “Hi?” he said weakly, glancing up at the girl. *Who was this?* he tried silently begged her but she just she grinned in amusement back at him. He sighed silently. Some help she was.
“You forgot all about me?” The boy asked dejectedly and Shinichi found his gaze draw back down to the boy. The child’s lower lip was trembling and his eyes were even larger, if that was possible. Without even thinking about it, Shinichi dropped to his knees and gathered him closed.
“I’m sorry,” he said sincerely as he hugged the boy tight. “I don’t remember you… but I wish I did.” The boy tugged at his heartstrings like nothing else he’d encountered yet had and Shinichi wanted nothing more than to remember who he was and why he felt so important. His little brother perhaps? The girl’s little brother?
The boy buried his face in Shinichi’s chest as he wrapped his arms tight around his neck. “You said I could come live with you and you’ll teach me everything you know about being a detective and you’ll take care of me while my parents are in the hospital,” he babbled. “But then you weren’t there tonight like you said you would and Professor Agasa wouldn’t let me stay at your place by myself even though I told him I would be okay until you got home and then I was going to have to go live with Ran-neechan,” he leaned over to whisper loudly in Shinichi’s ear, “who’s a girl!”
The girl, Ran he presumed, giggled slightly, obviously rather entertained by the whole scene. Shinichi leaned back on his toes and regarded the boy mock seriously after giving Ran an obvious quick glance over. “Well, yes, so she is.” He leaned back over to the boy and whispered loudly back, “And she’s a pretty one too. You know, some day you’ll consider yourself lucky if you got a chance to live with someone as cute as her.”
The boy started to splutter and out of the corner of his eyes, Shinichi could see Ran blushing bright red and doing her own spluttering. With a chuckle, he swung the boy in his arms and stood up. “But you’re young; you’ll grow out of your lack of taste, I promise you.” He hesitated and turned back to the inspector who’d been his escort since he’d been found. “Is there anything else you need or can we go home?” He smiled apologetically. “It’s late and the kiddo here seems tired…”
“I am not!” The boy protested and then gave a huge yawn. “Well, maybe a little…” he admitted as he leaned his head against Shinichi’s shoulder. “We gonna go to your house, Shinichi-niichan?”
Shinichi raised his eyebrow at Megure and the officer gave him a small nod. “Just remember, the doctor only agreed to release you as long as you-”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah…” Shinichi interrupted him as he rolled his eyes. “Wake myself every 2 hours, to make sure I don’t die in my sleep from a concussion. And call him immediately if I start to feel worse.” Honestly, other than this whole lack of memory problem he had, he didn’t feel so bad. Sure, he had a headache, but considering the size of the gash in his head, that was rather to be expected. He thought after a good bath and a few hours of sleep, he’d be fine.
“However, before we let you run off…” Megure turned to Ran. “Ran-kun, do you have an extra set of Kudo-kun’s house keys? We couldn’t find his on him when he woke up.”
“Oh, yes… Professor Agasa gave me an extra set when I was there earlier, in case we needed to get anything later.” Her cheeks still pink tinged, Ran stuck her hand in her pocket and then gave Shinichi a triumphant smile as she held out a set of keys to him. “There you go, Shinichi. And oh - I’ll come by in the morning to check up on you and walk with you to school, if you’re up to it.”
Shinichi smiled as he took the key ring from her. “Thanks, Ran.” He turned around with a frown, looking up and down the street. Now, he just needed to find his house.
“To your right, the way we were coming from,” the boy murmured quietly. “Go up four streets and take a left. The house is the third one on your right.”
“Got it, thank you.” He waved a good-bye to the other two and started down the streets still carrying the boy, bouncing every few steps with excitement. Maybe seeing his home would waken his memories or at least feel more familiar than his name did.
After a few minutes of travel, the boy spoke up suddenly. “Hey, Shinichi-niichan, can I sleep with you tonight?” He held on to Shinichi’s neck tightly as he mumbled embarrassedly, “I don’t wanna wake up and not know where you are. That way… you’ll always be with me.” He pulled back away from Shinichi to look up at Shinichi with those big, pleading eyes. “Please? I’ll make sure you wake up every couple hours like the doctor wanted.”
Shinichi’s heart melted as he remembered the boy saying earlier about how his parents were in a hospital. The poor child was probably scared of people disappearing on him, especially since he hadn’t been there earlier like he’d promised. “Of course you can, if it makes you feel better.”
“Thanks, Shinichi-niichan,” the boy laid his head back down on Shinichi’s shoulder and snuggled closer.
Shinichi frowned as he realized he still didn’t know the boy’s name and considering he’d practically agreed to be his guardian, that was probably something important to know. He sighed and quietly asked, “Hey, kiddo… what is your name anyway? Since I don’t remember it…” The boy didn’t reply for a few seconds and so Shinichi tentatively asked again, “Kiddo?” wondering if the boy had fallen asleep.
“Conan,” the boy finally said slowly. “My name is Edogawa Conan.”
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So... it now be Morgann's turn. *cackles*
Title: We don't need no stinkin' title (aka Morgann can give this a title...), part 2
Fandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaitou
Rating: PG? *checks* Yeah, Kaito doesn't curse in this for once. How nice of him. *g*
Pairings: None, so far. Considering it's me and Morgann writing this, it's probably gonna be Kaito/Shinichi sooner or later.
Summary: Conan = Shrunk!Shinichi. Shinichi = Amnesiac!Kaito. Everyone Else = Clueless.
Warnings: Cliche. That's about it. Oh, non-beta'd. But nothing ever is.
Notes: So... many months ago, Morgann and I were discussing fanfic cliches and I threw out one of my favorites, amnesia, and even came up with a pretty decent idea of how to work it into the DC/MK universe that would take full advantage of Shinichi's and Kaito's similarities. I then wrote about three or four paragraphs of it and promptly put it aside to work on Faerie Dust (for Faerie Dust as we all know it ate my brain. And my life. And well, pretty much every other fic idea I've had.)
For some odd, inexplicable reason, she decided to steal my plunnie and wrote the beginning of it earlier this week (read it here if you haven't already or don't remember the first part). I then realized my three or four paragraphs would fit very well with where she'd left off and I suggested a few mornings ago that we turn this idea into a round robin, where she write one part and then I write the next part and we just go from there. And so... I turned my three or four paragraphs into about thirty odd paragraphs and well... here ya go people! If you think we're on crack... you're probably right. But I take full responsibility for it for once. *g*
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Shinichi hung back as Ran fussed over the dirty figure that had climbed out of Megure’s car. Whoever this person was, he definitely was the splitting image of Shinichi, right down to wearing almost the exact same set of clothes he’d been wearing when he was at the amusement park. The hair was a tad messier, in Shinichi’s opinion, but he supposed that could be excused with the rest of the imposter’s dishevelment.
So, the question remained - who was he really and why was he pretending to be Kudo Shinichi? The detective frowned; uncomfortably aware that the only people who had even half a clue that there would be a Shinichi-shaped hole in the world would be those two goons he’d stumbled upon earlier. Considering how quickly they took advantage of his “death” and how easily they’d found someone to replace him, the only conclusion Shinichi could draw was they had planned this. They must have counted on his curiosity to lure him someplace.
From there, it was a snap to see exactly what they’d done. They had given the imposter Shinichi’s wallet, stolen from the real Shinichi, and have him claim amnesia; figuring anyone who found him would assume he really was Shinichi. Once he was generally accepted as Shinichi, the amnesia would also give the imposter a cover for not knowing something or acting a little out of character.
It was a perfect, ingenious plan and if Shinichi had died like he was suppose to, there would be nobody who would know better.
Shinichi shivered, wrapping his arms around him. He wondered what he’d done to warrant someone planning something so elaborate to kill and replace him. Sure, he investigated murders, but they usually were more domestic affairs. Jealous husbands and money-grubbing relatives were the criminals he dealt with normally, not members of secret criminal organizations that blackmailed CEOs of major corporations.
He supposed it didn’t matter, at least right now. First order of business was making sure whatever they were planning on doing with their own personal teenage detective didn’t happen. Now, Shinichi knew from personal experience, trying to do anything around children was problematic; they liked to asked questions, get into everything, and follow you around everywhere if they thought you were doing anything interesting. Shinichi always considered it a small miracle that he managed to get anything sleuthing done around them and he couldn’t think of a better deterrent than a child.
With a grim smile, he waited for the right lull in the imposter’s and Ran’s conversation to introduce himself to the imposter. Because, Shinichi was most curious to see how well this fake Shinichi dealt with gaining his own little personal shadow and he figured Edogawa Conan was the kid up for the task of finding out.
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“Shinichi” just closed his eyes as the girl they’d pulled up next to examined his head. “Shinichi, this is bad. Why didn’t you stay in the hospital?” she scolded lightly as she reached into her purse and pulled out a handkerchief and stuck a corner of it in her mouth. She then used the wet edge to dab at the blood clotting in his hair. “Honestly, for someone who’s supposedly so smart, don’t you have any common sense?”
He shrugged. “Didn’t want to. Anyway, it’s not as bad as it looked. Head wounds always bleed a lot.” He grinned at her. “And I wanted to get to know myself again and I couldn’t do that while I’m in a hospital.” It had been an odd feeling, waking up and not knowing who he was. It was even weirder being told who you were and have it not mean anything. So, he’d begged and pleaded with the doctor to let him go so he could figure out whom this Kudo Shinichi person really was and the doctor had reluctantly agreed.
“Freak,” she said fondly as she continued to wash his head. He wished he knew who she was exactly; he hadn’t caught her name when Megure was talking to her and nobody had thought to tell him when he’d joined them on the sidewalk. His girlfriend, he would hazard to guess, but he didn’t want to make even more a fool of himself than he already was if he was wrong. Finally, she sighed and stepped back, sticking the bloodstained cloth in her pocket. “There, it’s not much better but at least the cut doesn’t look as bad.”
Just as Shinichi was about to respond, he was interrupted by a loud cry.
“Shinichi-niichan!” A small boy-shaped projectile hit Shinichi in the legs, causing him to stumble back against the side of the car.
“Um,” Shinichi said as he stared down into a pair of large, bright blue eyes looking up at him in reproach. “Hi?” he said weakly, glancing up at the girl. *Who was this?* he tried silently begged her but she just she grinned in amusement back at him. He sighed silently. Some help she was.
“You forgot all about me?” The boy asked dejectedly and Shinichi found his gaze draw back down to the boy. The child’s lower lip was trembling and his eyes were even larger, if that was possible. Without even thinking about it, Shinichi dropped to his knees and gathered him closed.
“I’m sorry,” he said sincerely as he hugged the boy tight. “I don’t remember you… but I wish I did.” The boy tugged at his heartstrings like nothing else he’d encountered yet had and Shinichi wanted nothing more than to remember who he was and why he felt so important. His little brother perhaps? The girl’s little brother?
The boy buried his face in Shinichi’s chest as he wrapped his arms tight around his neck. “You said I could come live with you and you’ll teach me everything you know about being a detective and you’ll take care of me while my parents are in the hospital,” he babbled. “But then you weren’t there tonight like you said you would and Professor Agasa wouldn’t let me stay at your place by myself even though I told him I would be okay until you got home and then I was going to have to go live with Ran-neechan,” he leaned over to whisper loudly in Shinichi’s ear, “who’s a girl!”
The girl, Ran he presumed, giggled slightly, obviously rather entertained by the whole scene. Shinichi leaned back on his toes and regarded the boy mock seriously after giving Ran an obvious quick glance over. “Well, yes, so she is.” He leaned back over to the boy and whispered loudly back, “And she’s a pretty one too. You know, some day you’ll consider yourself lucky if you got a chance to live with someone as cute as her.”
The boy started to splutter and out of the corner of his eyes, Shinichi could see Ran blushing bright red and doing her own spluttering. With a chuckle, he swung the boy in his arms and stood up. “But you’re young; you’ll grow out of your lack of taste, I promise you.” He hesitated and turned back to the inspector who’d been his escort since he’d been found. “Is there anything else you need or can we go home?” He smiled apologetically. “It’s late and the kiddo here seems tired…”
“I am not!” The boy protested and then gave a huge yawn. “Well, maybe a little…” he admitted as he leaned his head against Shinichi’s shoulder. “We gonna go to your house, Shinichi-niichan?”
Shinichi raised his eyebrow at Megure and the officer gave him a small nod. “Just remember, the doctor only agreed to release you as long as you-”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah…” Shinichi interrupted him as he rolled his eyes. “Wake myself every 2 hours, to make sure I don’t die in my sleep from a concussion. And call him immediately if I start to feel worse.” Honestly, other than this whole lack of memory problem he had, he didn’t feel so bad. Sure, he had a headache, but considering the size of the gash in his head, that was rather to be expected. He thought after a good bath and a few hours of sleep, he’d be fine.
“However, before we let you run off…” Megure turned to Ran. “Ran-kun, do you have an extra set of Kudo-kun’s house keys? We couldn’t find his on him when he woke up.”
“Oh, yes… Professor Agasa gave me an extra set when I was there earlier, in case we needed to get anything later.” Her cheeks still pink tinged, Ran stuck her hand in her pocket and then gave Shinichi a triumphant smile as she held out a set of keys to him. “There you go, Shinichi. And oh - I’ll come by in the morning to check up on you and walk with you to school, if you’re up to it.”
Shinichi smiled as he took the key ring from her. “Thanks, Ran.” He turned around with a frown, looking up and down the street. Now, he just needed to find his house.
“To your right, the way we were coming from,” the boy murmured quietly. “Go up four streets and take a left. The house is the third one on your right.”
“Got it, thank you.” He waved a good-bye to the other two and started down the streets still carrying the boy, bouncing every few steps with excitement. Maybe seeing his home would waken his memories or at least feel more familiar than his name did.
After a few minutes of travel, the boy spoke up suddenly. “Hey, Shinichi-niichan, can I sleep with you tonight?” He held on to Shinichi’s neck tightly as he mumbled embarrassedly, “I don’t wanna wake up and not know where you are. That way… you’ll always be with me.” He pulled back away from Shinichi to look up at Shinichi with those big, pleading eyes. “Please? I’ll make sure you wake up every couple hours like the doctor wanted.”
Shinichi’s heart melted as he remembered the boy saying earlier about how his parents were in a hospital. The poor child was probably scared of people disappearing on him, especially since he hadn’t been there earlier like he’d promised. “Of course you can, if it makes you feel better.”
“Thanks, Shinichi-niichan,” the boy laid his head back down on Shinichi’s shoulder and snuggled closer.
Shinichi frowned as he realized he still didn’t know the boy’s name and considering he’d practically agreed to be his guardian, that was probably something important to know. He sighed and quietly asked, “Hey, kiddo… what is your name anyway? Since I don’t remember it…” The boy didn’t reply for a few seconds and so Shinichi tentatively asked again, “Kiddo?” wondering if the boy had fallen asleep.
“Conan,” the boy finally said slowly. “My name is Edogawa Conan.”
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So... it now be Morgann's turn. *cackles*