Fanfiction
Title: Desparado
Fandom: Detective Conan / Yu-Gi-Oh!
Characters: Solomon Mutou, Conan Edogawa, Yuugi Mutou
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Conan scrambled upstairs on all fours, bursting through the door at the top and coming to a screeching halt in front of not one but three teenagers. He was panting harshly and panic began to overtake him, adrenaline spiking in his system at the sight of the unexpected two others. He stared at them mutely, trying to get words out, forcing them past unwilling lips, cursing at himself - no time for this, have to tell them, hide me hide me there’s no time no time NO TIME!
“Hide me, please, hide me, they’re coming! The old man said you’d help me, please!”
There was moment of violent, trembling shock, a silence that stretched agonisingly before the shorter of the three stepped forwards, his face shadowed and tricolour hair arcing upwards in spikes - Conan had to hold in hysterical laughter- the boy stepped forwards and held out his hand, speaking in a deeper voice than expected from someone of his stature.
“My name is Yugi. Come with me.”
Almost sobbing in relief, Conan grasped the outstretched hand without a second thought, dextrous fingers curling around his own in a firm and commanding grasp.
“Oh god thankyou- I’m Conan. Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou…”
Conan let himself be hidden in the small space behind and somewhat under the sofa, automatic pilot switching on and his breathing coming low and softly, trembling stopping as he did nothing but simply hide. The three boys piled onto the sofa and began a loud and slightly nervous discussion about something - cards, dragon, not-like-that-you-moron - but Conan wasn’t listening.
I’m safe. Thankyou. If just for now, I’m safe.
Fandom: Detective Conan / Yu-Gi-Oh!
Characters: Solomon Mutou, Conan Edogawa, Yuugi Mutou
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Conan scrambled upstairs on all fours, bursting through the door at the top and coming to a screeching halt in front of not one but three teenagers. He was panting harshly and panic began to overtake him, adrenaline spiking in his system at the sight of the unexpected two others. He stared at them mutely, trying to get words out, forcing them past unwilling lips, cursing at himself - no time for this, have to tell them, hide me hide me there’s no time no time NO TIME!
“Hide me, please, hide me, they’re coming! The old man said you’d help me, please!”
There was moment of violent, trembling shock, a silence that stretched agonisingly before the shorter of the three stepped forwards, his face shadowed and tricolour hair arcing upwards in spikes - Conan had to hold in hysterical laughter- the boy stepped forwards and held out his hand, speaking in a deeper voice than expected from someone of his stature.
“My name is Yugi. Come with me.”
Almost sobbing in relief, Conan grasped the outstretched hand without a second thought, dextrous fingers curling around his own in a firm and commanding grasp.
“Oh god thankyou- I’m Conan. Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou…”
Conan let himself be hidden in the small space behind and somewhat under the sofa, automatic pilot switching on and his breathing coming low and softly, trembling stopping as he did nothing but simply hide. The three boys piled onto the sofa and began a loud and slightly nervous discussion about something - cards, dragon, not-like-that-you-moron - but Conan wasn’t listening.
I’m safe. Thankyou. If just for now, I’m safe.