Fourth Conspiracy
Title: Expressions of Death
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Mouri Ran, Edogawa Conan
Pairing: none
Rating: K
Genre: Supernatural/Mystery
Warnings: none
Author’s Note: Ghost story time. Another random plunnie that came to me when I was reading chapter 709 (not related, which is why it’s random). It’s confusing, but it’s from Ran’s point of view, and she doesn’t understand it all herself, so that’s expected.
Disclaimer: All characters are copyright to their respective copyright holders.
Summary: Ran wonders about Conan, not realizing that he has already put one foot beyond the door, into the room known as Death.
“Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there’s a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.”
-Helen Keller
Fourth Conspiracy
Expressions of Death
“Can you remember anything that happened? …That’s it? …I see…”
The first time Ran saw Conan doing this, she thought it the most adorable thing ever. He always seemed so mature that seeing him talking to himself and playing detective (rather than being one) was really quite refreshing. It proved to her that her charge could be a child and reminded her that even as responsible and mature as he seemed, he still needed someone to take care of him.
Every once in a while, she'd walk by a room he occupied alone-sometimes the bedroom, sometimes even the bathroom, usually the office, always somewhere he thought he wouldn't be interrupted-and she'd hear him talking to himself as if he was a detective with a client and in the middle of solving a case. She'd just smile to herself and leave him to it.
But then she noticed that he would always go somewhere afterward. At first, she figured he was just continuing to play investigate, but that thought soon flew out the window, metaphorically speaking.
One day, she followed him.
And she watched him solve an actual case, as if he had an unimagined understanding of the situation given to him by a very real client. Where he met this client, she wasn't sure, because she'd been watching him since he left home. And then she realized how often this kind of thing happened. It was as if he was doing a favor to someone already passed.
So Ran watched him closer and closer. He seemed even more of a mystery than ever, and though she wasn't a detective, there was a feeling that she needed to solve it. Her father was a professional private detective and often a consult for the police, so she ended up at a lot of crime scenes. Conan was always there. So she kept watching him.
He would mumble to himself under his breath almost constantly, and when someone turned up dead (which happened in most of the cases, and was routinely murder) his eyes would alight upon something invisible to everyone else. She could never figure out what it was.
Sometimes, he'd even get that look in his eye-he saw something that no one else could-when they were out and about, or just at home. Afterward, he would disappear to the bedroom or bathroom or the office downstairs.
She was close, she knew it. She had all the pieces; she just had to connect them.
Pondering this, she put breakfast on the table and walked to her father's bedroom to wake up up her boys. Conan wasn't a morning person, as usual. (Neither was Kogoro, but that was only because he stayed up late, out playing mahjong.) And then his eyes lit up, seeing something over her shoulder as he sat up, but she knew that there was nothing there.
Her father stumbled to the bathroom to wash up, and she left the room, peering through the crack in the door and waiting for him to begin speaking to the air, confident that he was alone. He did not disappoint.
It never occurred to her that maybe he wasn't alone.
A/N:
Not happy. Next one might be.
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Mouri Ran, Edogawa Conan
Pairing: none
Rating: K
Genre: Supernatural/Mystery
Warnings: none
Author’s Note: Ghost story time. Another random plunnie that came to me when I was reading chapter 709 (not related, which is why it’s random). It’s confusing, but it’s from Ran’s point of view, and she doesn’t understand it all herself, so that’s expected.
Disclaimer: All characters are copyright to their respective copyright holders.
Summary: Ran wonders about Conan, not realizing that he has already put one foot beyond the door, into the room known as Death.
“Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there’s a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.”
-Helen Keller
Fourth Conspiracy
Expressions of Death
“Can you remember anything that happened? …That’s it? …I see…”
The first time Ran saw Conan doing this, she thought it the most adorable thing ever. He always seemed so mature that seeing him talking to himself and playing detective (rather than being one) was really quite refreshing. It proved to her that her charge could be a child and reminded her that even as responsible and mature as he seemed, he still needed someone to take care of him.
Every once in a while, she'd walk by a room he occupied alone-sometimes the bedroom, sometimes even the bathroom, usually the office, always somewhere he thought he wouldn't be interrupted-and she'd hear him talking to himself as if he was a detective with a client and in the middle of solving a case. She'd just smile to herself and leave him to it.
But then she noticed that he would always go somewhere afterward. At first, she figured he was just continuing to play investigate, but that thought soon flew out the window, metaphorically speaking.
One day, she followed him.
And she watched him solve an actual case, as if he had an unimagined understanding of the situation given to him by a very real client. Where he met this client, she wasn't sure, because she'd been watching him since he left home. And then she realized how often this kind of thing happened. It was as if he was doing a favor to someone already passed.
So Ran watched him closer and closer. He seemed even more of a mystery than ever, and though she wasn't a detective, there was a feeling that she needed to solve it. Her father was a professional private detective and often a consult for the police, so she ended up at a lot of crime scenes. Conan was always there. So she kept watching him.
He would mumble to himself under his breath almost constantly, and when someone turned up dead (which happened in most of the cases, and was routinely murder) his eyes would alight upon something invisible to everyone else. She could never figure out what it was.
Sometimes, he'd even get that look in his eye-he saw something that no one else could-when they were out and about, or just at home. Afterward, he would disappear to the bedroom or bathroom or the office downstairs.
She was close, she knew it. She had all the pieces; she just had to connect them.
Pondering this, she put breakfast on the table and walked to her father's bedroom to wake up up her boys. Conan wasn't a morning person, as usual. (Neither was Kogoro, but that was only because he stayed up late, out playing mahjong.) And then his eyes lit up, seeing something over her shoulder as he sat up, but she knew that there was nothing there.
Her father stumbled to the bathroom to wash up, and she left the room, peering through the crack in the door and waiting for him to begin speaking to the air, confident that he was alone. He did not disappoint.
It never occurred to her that maybe he wasn't alone.
A/N:
Not happy. Next one might be.