Seventh Conspiracy
Title: Expressions of Meaning
Fandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Characters: Kudou Shinichi, Kuroba Kaito
Pairing: Kaito/Shinichi
Rating: K
Genre: Drama/Romance/Humor
Warnings: slight Shounen Ai, fluff
Author’s Note: So, the other day, I was trying to write about a prompt given by Key-chi, but I was getting frustrated, so Sama-sama gave me ‘park’ and so, it ended up being Prompt: Vanilla + Park - Vanilla. Oh, dear. The fluff.
Disclaimer: All characters are copyright to their respective copyright holders.
Summary: Kaito and Shinichi are sitting in the park.
“People protect what they love.”
-Jacques Yves Cousteau
Seventh Conspiracy
Expressions of Meaning
“So? What happened here?”
Shinichi shifted and twisted his head uncomfortably to give Kaito a questioning look.
“Everywhere you go, there's some kind of mystery,” he elaborated. “I assume that you've been to Haido Park before, so something must have happened here, right?”
Shinichi turned back to his position of half-leaning on the magician, jostling Kaito a bit harder than necessary. “Shut up.”
Silence reigned for several moments until Kaito couldn't wait anymore. “So?” he asked impatiently. “What happened here?”
The detective gave a glare at the bench's armrest near his feet, not wanting to move from his comfortable spot again. “Why does something have to have happened?”
“Because you're you,” was the answer. “Come to think of it, ninety-nine percent of the time, that ‘something’ that’s happened is a death of some kind, and ninety-nine point nine percent of the time, it's a murder.”
“You do know that made absolutely no sense, don't you? And it wasn't a murder. It was an attempted assassination.”
“Aside from the fact that it was only attempted, in which I surmise that no one actually died, isn't that worse than a murder?”
Shinichi ignored him. “I came here with Jodie-sensei as Conan, and we stopped a political candidate from being taken out by Chianti and Korn, with Kir's help. We had to do it a second time on a bridge, and then they gave up. Then I had to keep Occhan from being assassinated, in which I almost got myself sniped as well, but there was an FBI agent that was an even better sniper, and they had to retreat.”
Kaito was tense. He knew that Shinichi danced with criminals far too often, and, as KID, even Kaitou had been shot at a few times, but coming so close to being killed by a professional sniper?
Shinichi gave a yelp as his pillow disappeared, then tensed as arms circled around his waist and pulled him closer. “I-idiot! We're in the park! Public, you know!”
The arms only squeezed tighter. “Don't do that.” Kaito buried his face in Shinichi's neck. “Don't… put yourself in danger like that. What if you actually had been shot? You wouldn't… be here. Baka…”
He relaxed against the thief's hold; Kaito was more important than any nosey spectators (is that Hakuba?) and it felt kinda good anyway. “Idiot,” he announced quietly. “It'll take more than a moron with a gun to kill me. Nor something as commonplace as poison or a psychopath wielding a knife,” he scolded. “Don't underestimate me. I haven't died yet.”
Shinichi felt warm air against his throat as Kaito snorted, and he forced his mind to focus on the conversation. “With my luck,” he continued, “I'll end up dying because of some stupid accident that's actually an accident-no tricks or scheming criminals about it. My death will have, without a doubt, no meaning at all,” he decided.
“Don't say it like that!” Kaito hissed, scandalized. “You'll jinx yourself! You don't really want your death to be meaningless, do you?”
“Well, no,” he admitted casually, reaching a hand back to run through Kaito's hair. “I'd much rather die protecting something I care about.”
A/N:
Sidefic to an unnamed future fic.
Fandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Characters: Kudou Shinichi, Kuroba Kaito
Pairing: Kaito/Shinichi
Rating: K
Genre: Drama/Romance/Humor
Warnings: slight Shounen Ai, fluff
Author’s Note: So, the other day, I was trying to write about a prompt given by Key-chi, but I was getting frustrated, so Sama-sama gave me ‘park’ and so, it ended up being Prompt: Vanilla + Park - Vanilla. Oh, dear. The fluff.
Disclaimer: All characters are copyright to their respective copyright holders.
Summary: Kaito and Shinichi are sitting in the park.
“People protect what they love.”
-Jacques Yves Cousteau
Seventh Conspiracy
Expressions of Meaning
“So? What happened here?”
Shinichi shifted and twisted his head uncomfortably to give Kaito a questioning look.
“Everywhere you go, there's some kind of mystery,” he elaborated. “I assume that you've been to Haido Park before, so something must have happened here, right?”
Shinichi turned back to his position of half-leaning on the magician, jostling Kaito a bit harder than necessary. “Shut up.”
Silence reigned for several moments until Kaito couldn't wait anymore. “So?” he asked impatiently. “What happened here?”
The detective gave a glare at the bench's armrest near his feet, not wanting to move from his comfortable spot again. “Why does something have to have happened?”
“Because you're you,” was the answer. “Come to think of it, ninety-nine percent of the time, that ‘something’ that’s happened is a death of some kind, and ninety-nine point nine percent of the time, it's a murder.”
“You do know that made absolutely no sense, don't you? And it wasn't a murder. It was an attempted assassination.”
“Aside from the fact that it was only attempted, in which I surmise that no one actually died, isn't that worse than a murder?”
Shinichi ignored him. “I came here with Jodie-sensei as Conan, and we stopped a political candidate from being taken out by Chianti and Korn, with Kir's help. We had to do it a second time on a bridge, and then they gave up. Then I had to keep Occhan from being assassinated, in which I almost got myself sniped as well, but there was an FBI agent that was an even better sniper, and they had to retreat.”
Kaito was tense. He knew that Shinichi danced with criminals far too often, and, as KID, even Kaitou had been shot at a few times, but coming so close to being killed by a professional sniper?
Shinichi gave a yelp as his pillow disappeared, then tensed as arms circled around his waist and pulled him closer. “I-idiot! We're in the park! Public, you know!”
The arms only squeezed tighter. “Don't do that.” Kaito buried his face in Shinichi's neck. “Don't… put yourself in danger like that. What if you actually had been shot? You wouldn't… be here. Baka…”
He relaxed against the thief's hold; Kaito was more important than any nosey spectators (is that Hakuba?) and it felt kinda good anyway. “Idiot,” he announced quietly. “It'll take more than a moron with a gun to kill me. Nor something as commonplace as poison or a psychopath wielding a knife,” he scolded. “Don't underestimate me. I haven't died yet.”
Shinichi felt warm air against his throat as Kaito snorted, and he forced his mind to focus on the conversation. “With my luck,” he continued, “I'll end up dying because of some stupid accident that's actually an accident-no tricks or scheming criminals about it. My death will have, without a doubt, no meaning at all,” he decided.
“Don't say it like that!” Kaito hissed, scandalized. “You'll jinx yourself! You don't really want your death to be meaningless, do you?”
“Well, no,” he admitted casually, reaching a hand back to run through Kaito's hair. “I'd much rather die protecting something I care about.”
A/N:
Sidefic to an unnamed future fic.