30_memories: Fifty-Fifty
Fandom: Detective Conan
Title: Fifty-Fifty
Author: jeva_chan
Theme: #17 - Revenge
Pairing: Kudo Shinichi/Mouri Ran
Size: 739 words
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: ...impure thoughts :D
Disclaimer: All things Detective Conan belong to one, Aoyama Gosho. I don't claim to have created any of these characters...just the tormenting situations I put them in. :D
Summary: There was a fifty percent chance that he would answer wrong.
She was smiling sweetly at him.
...he was doomed.
"Shinichi," she said, her voice lilting and musical--another warning sign that meant he was a dead man. "What do you think about this dress?"
The great detective Kudo Shinichi, who had survived a criminal syndicate whose reach went further than ever thought possible and who had just recently recovered from the horrible transformation back into his real, adult form, was left without a clue of what to say. It was a common dilemma faced by men world wide, but one would think that being a detective of such caliber would at least gift him with the knowledge of which answer was the right answer.
On the one hand, if he told her exactly what he thought--that the dress she was sporting now was hugging tightly to her figure, leaving almost nothing to the imagination, except for what was covered, but even then the low cut front and backless back and slit in the skirt that went right up to her thigh...
...it was best not to even say the words "hot" and maybe "sexy" to Mouri Ran...especially since she had karate skills that would take him apart bit by bit as she beat him to death.
...then again, there was the problem that if he was nonchalant about it, she could get really mad, too. She was obviously wanting some sort of reaction--why else would she do this so teasingly? It was almost cruel really--then again, he might actually deserve the treatment seeing how she now knew about his experience as Conan...
Past experiences. That was it. Maybe if he thought about it for a while, he could think of the right answer before she could realize he was staring at her that way.
He quickly ran through the memories of times he was Conan and Ran and Sonoko had unwittingly dragged him through the lingerie aisle where Sonoko would pull out various revealing and...lacy things, making Ran's face go red as she demanded who she would wear those sorts of things for.
...so...would that mean that she wasn't doing this to...impress him?
...because if she was, Shinichi couldn't think of how to respond to that sort of thing. Instead, his mind tilted to the side as it rolled down that gutter that is so often referred to when such thoughts like 'What is she wearing under that thing--it's so tight--oh god, thisisnotfairandnotgood--!' ran through one's mind.
"Shinichi?"
He sat up straight, turning his eyes back up to her face, his own face burning with embarrassment at being caught. "Y-yeah?" he managed to nervously get out.
He leaned back in the seat as she leaned in close, a smile on her face. "You were looking, weren't you?"
"N-no!" he immediately denied out of habit, hands flailing between them.
Ran looked vaguely disappointed as she stood up straight again. "So you don't like it?" she asked, looking down to the simmering red material with a sad frown.
Shinichi blanched.
Wrong answer.
"N-no! That's not it!" he exclaimed, standing up from his seat, before freezing, realizing he was getting odd looks from other shoppers in the store. He could have sworn that the women were giving him evil looks, somehow knowing that he was upsetting one of their own by his thoughtless words. "I-I do like it--it...um..."
He trailed off as his eyes got minds of their own and drifted from one part of Ran to the other.
...it wasn't fair.
Women were cruel in their acts of revenge...
He snapped his eyes back to meet hers, which were watching him with some amusement and some hesitation of her own. A question lied between them. And Shinichi took a deep breath and put his hands on her arms, rubbing them lightly before letting them drift down to catch her own hands.
Now smiling because he was hoping he wouldn't get this answer wrong and because he had hold of her hands which cut down potential harm from her about 10%, he answered honestly, but simply, "You look beautiful, Ran."
And the smile she gave him let him know.
Trial and error--he managed to get the right answer.
And was rewarded with a small, chaste kiss.
...maybe this sort of thing wasn't so bad, after all.
-fin-
...I dunno, wtf. O_o;;; It's bubbly, it's dumb...but I wrote it--hah! Booyah! *dances* ANOTHER ONE DOWN~~!
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Title: Fifty-Fifty
Author: jeva_chan
Theme: #17 - Revenge
Pairing: Kudo Shinichi/Mouri Ran
Size: 739 words
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: ...impure thoughts :D
Disclaimer: All things Detective Conan belong to one, Aoyama Gosho. I don't claim to have created any of these characters...just the tormenting situations I put them in. :D
Summary: There was a fifty percent chance that he would answer wrong.
She was smiling sweetly at him.
...he was doomed.
"Shinichi," she said, her voice lilting and musical--another warning sign that meant he was a dead man. "What do you think about this dress?"
The great detective Kudo Shinichi, who had survived a criminal syndicate whose reach went further than ever thought possible and who had just recently recovered from the horrible transformation back into his real, adult form, was left without a clue of what to say. It was a common dilemma faced by men world wide, but one would think that being a detective of such caliber would at least gift him with the knowledge of which answer was the right answer.
On the one hand, if he told her exactly what he thought--that the dress she was sporting now was hugging tightly to her figure, leaving almost nothing to the imagination, except for what was covered, but even then the low cut front and backless back and slit in the skirt that went right up to her thigh...
...it was best not to even say the words "hot" and maybe "sexy" to Mouri Ran...especially since she had karate skills that would take him apart bit by bit as she beat him to death.
...then again, there was the problem that if he was nonchalant about it, she could get really mad, too. She was obviously wanting some sort of reaction--why else would she do this so teasingly? It was almost cruel really--then again, he might actually deserve the treatment seeing how she now knew about his experience as Conan...
Past experiences. That was it. Maybe if he thought about it for a while, he could think of the right answer before she could realize he was staring at her that way.
He quickly ran through the memories of times he was Conan and Ran and Sonoko had unwittingly dragged him through the lingerie aisle where Sonoko would pull out various revealing and...lacy things, making Ran's face go red as she demanded who she would wear those sorts of things for.
...so...would that mean that she wasn't doing this to...impress him?
...because if she was, Shinichi couldn't think of how to respond to that sort of thing. Instead, his mind tilted to the side as it rolled down that gutter that is so often referred to when such thoughts like 'What is she wearing under that thing--it's so tight--oh god, thisisnotfairandnotgood--!' ran through one's mind.
"Shinichi?"
He sat up straight, turning his eyes back up to her face, his own face burning with embarrassment at being caught. "Y-yeah?" he managed to nervously get out.
He leaned back in the seat as she leaned in close, a smile on her face. "You were looking, weren't you?"
"N-no!" he immediately denied out of habit, hands flailing between them.
Ran looked vaguely disappointed as she stood up straight again. "So you don't like it?" she asked, looking down to the simmering red material with a sad frown.
Shinichi blanched.
Wrong answer.
"N-no! That's not it!" he exclaimed, standing up from his seat, before freezing, realizing he was getting odd looks from other shoppers in the store. He could have sworn that the women were giving him evil looks, somehow knowing that he was upsetting one of their own by his thoughtless words. "I-I do like it--it...um..."
He trailed off as his eyes got minds of their own and drifted from one part of Ran to the other.
...it wasn't fair.
Women were cruel in their acts of revenge...
He snapped his eyes back to meet hers, which were watching him with some amusement and some hesitation of her own. A question lied between them. And Shinichi took a deep breath and put his hands on her arms, rubbing them lightly before letting them drift down to catch her own hands.
Now smiling because he was hoping he wouldn't get this answer wrong and because he had hold of her hands which cut down potential harm from her about 10%, he answered honestly, but simply, "You look beautiful, Ran."
And the smile she gave him let him know.
Trial and error--he managed to get the right answer.
And was rewarded with a small, chaste kiss.
...maybe this sort of thing wasn't so bad, after all.
-fin-
...I dunno, wtf. O_o;;; It's bubbly, it's dumb...but I wrote it--hah! Booyah! *dances* ANOTHER ONE DOWN~~!
.