Interruptus (Fanfic100)
Title: Interruptus
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Satou/Takagi, Shiratori, Ai (General series)
Prompt: #78-where?
Word Count: 1,171 words
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: I do not own Detective Conan. It all belongs to Gosho Aoyama. I simply borrow the characters, tie them up, and dance them around like life-sized puppets. I do wish they’d stop complaining.
Summary: He didn’t realize how far a certain person would go to be uninterrupted.
Shiratori was stubborn, smart, and driven. These were traits that had helped him move up rapidly through the ranks of the Tokyo Metro PD. He was a very well-respected officer, and had earned that reputation.
However, he’d always had one major blind spot. Her name was Satou Miwako, and she was a fellow officer on the force. She was smart, tough, resourceful, and beautiful. And so she was the object of many a cop’s affection, including his own. A good many assumed that of all the officers who pursued her, she would eventually choose the charming Shiratori. There seemed no immediate reason to consider otherwise.
But one of the things so many loved and admired about Satou was her spirit, which frequently led her to defy all expectations. And so she had chosen another, a shy young man named Takagi, her partner on the force. Quiet, a bit awkward, but bright and dedicated (and no little smitten with Satou himself), Takagi seemed as stunned as anyone by her choice.
Things progressed, as they have a tendency to do, and finally, the announcement of their engagement and subsequent wedding came about. By the time that happened, most of his co-workers at police headquarters had accepted Satou’s choice and stopped sending Takagi death-threats over lunch.
Still, Shiratori was still having some difficulties accepting that he had lost Satou. And as such, he wasn’t necessarily thinking too clearly. So when he overheard a certain conversation…well, he didn’t dismiss the idea as ludicrous, as he rightfully should have.
The conversation in question took place between the anxious groom-to-be, Megure-keibu (who seemed quite delighted by the whole proceedings), and Kudo Shinichi (who was rumored to be nearing altar plans himself, having returned to the very patient love of his own life). Takagi seemed no little flustered, considering that they were joking around and needling him about certain aspects of married life-more…practical things. And a certain comment was made…
Now, Shiratori was a good police officer, but he could be remarkably dense sometimes, to say nothing of having a total one-track mind. After all, he had used police tools and resources to spy on a date between Satou and Takagi…and then tried to sabotage it with that information. He just didn’t think that well when she was concerned. So when he overheard that teasing, semi-innocent conversation, he somehow came to a very strange conclusion.
Which was why he was here now. Satou had mentioned to Yumi that she and Takagi were spending their wedding night here, in this hotel. So naturally, the entire force knew within the hour. Most officers had listened with a nod or a joke or three about throwing things at the window. But Shiratori was the only one who had actually shown up, following the rather insane thought that if he could somehow delay the…consumation of the union, it would derail everything.
Never said it made sense. But as stated previously, he’d always had a blind spot when it concerned Satou. Trouble was that the blind spot was approximately the size of the Empire State Building.
It hadn’t been too terribly difficult to find out what the room number was. For reasons normal people would probably not grasp, he felt very pleased with himself. And so he marched up to the room and confidently knocked on the door. He heard murmuring voices inside, and a couple seconds later, the door opened.
Shiratori went from smug to shocked in point-one-three seconds. “What the-what are you doing here?”
Haibara Ai gave him a passive look. “We’re having a slumber party.” She gestured towards the hotel room behind her, where the other members of the Shounen Tantei (Genta, Ayumi, and Mitsuhiko) seemed to be watching a movie. Furthermore, Mouri Ran was sitting in a chair, also engrossed in the television screen. It seemed that she was acting as a chaperone for the kids.
“Why are you here? I thought-“
“Satou-keiji offered us the room,” she explained. “She said we could have a party. And we accepted.”
“But-but where is Satou-san?” he asked. He also belatedly realized that she wasn’t Satou anymore, but he really didn’t want to think too much about that. It made him angry.
“…why do you want to know?” Ai raised a brow. “It’s her wedding night, isn’t it?”
Shiratori gaped, realizing that he was unable to think of a reasonable explanation. He couldn’t even say it was work-related-that would be disproven in record time. Any intelligent woman (which she definitely was) would have made certain to take time off work to go enjoy her honeymoon without any worries.
And Haibara was giving him that same deadpan look from her much shorter vantage-point. He got the sinking feeling that she had pretty much guessed what he was doing here-and he did not like it.
But that still didn’t answer the burning question: where were the newlyweds?
-o-
Meanwhile, in another hotel on the other side of the city...
Miwako chuckled as her new husband turned to look nervously at the locked door for at least the fifteenth time in the last ten minutes. “Relax. No one’s going to bother us. I promise.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, still looking vaguely paranoid.
She began to laugh. “Oh, I’m absolutely sure.” She cheerfully told him of her plan-dropping the word to Yumi about where they would be staying to make certain that everyone knew about it, then giving the room to the kids for the night. The only person who knew where they actually were was Mouri Ran-she’d had to tell someone about her brilliant plan before she exploded! And not only was Ran-chan totally trustworthy in such matters, but she had also volunteered her services as a chaperone for the children.
Wataru stared at her in awe…and now not just because she happened to be wearing a short, silky robe of a matching nightgown. “You really went to all that trouble?”
“Yes, I did,” she beamed. “I didn’t want any interruptions.”
He blushed-still so shy, even at this point in the game.
Now her smile softened. “So are you going to sit over there all night or what?” She herself was sitting on top of the bedclothes, her knees curled under her in a pose of…well, seductive innocence was probably the best way to describe it.
“I…oh, right.” Slowly, he got up and moved to take the other side of the bed. Once there, he finally decided to just ask. “Aren’t you nervous? At all?”
She chuckled. “Of course I am. But I love you, so I’m sure that everything will be just fine.”
Somehow, that gave him confidence. He swallowed hard, reached out, and drew her to him for a kiss.
And somewhere, from a hotel room at the other end of Tokyo, a man could be heard screaming, “WHY, GOD, WHY??” But nobody really cared…except the other people in the hotel, who told him in no uncertain terms to shut the hell up.
PS. I think this was originally inspired by ran_mouri82, with her hilarious comment about Takagi letting himself be interrupted every time something almost happens with Satou-she asked if they were going to interrupt their wedding night too or what? And I ran with it. Man, this was fun. And I really don’t like Shiratori that much (despite the fact that I made him sympathetic in The Best Man), so it was fun to mess with him here. So…yeah.
And with this, we are a fifth of the way through the fanfic100 challenge! Twenty themes down...eighty to go. Seems kinda pitiful when I put it that way, huh? But I'm still happy. And just think--five more fics, and I'll be a quarter of the way done! SQUEE!
Thanks for reading, all! Much love!
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Satou/Takagi, Shiratori, Ai (General series)
Prompt: #78-where?
Word Count: 1,171 words
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: I do not own Detective Conan. It all belongs to Gosho Aoyama. I simply borrow the characters, tie them up, and dance them around like life-sized puppets. I do wish they’d stop complaining.
Summary: He didn’t realize how far a certain person would go to be uninterrupted.
Shiratori was stubborn, smart, and driven. These were traits that had helped him move up rapidly through the ranks of the Tokyo Metro PD. He was a very well-respected officer, and had earned that reputation.
However, he’d always had one major blind spot. Her name was Satou Miwako, and she was a fellow officer on the force. She was smart, tough, resourceful, and beautiful. And so she was the object of many a cop’s affection, including his own. A good many assumed that of all the officers who pursued her, she would eventually choose the charming Shiratori. There seemed no immediate reason to consider otherwise.
But one of the things so many loved and admired about Satou was her spirit, which frequently led her to defy all expectations. And so she had chosen another, a shy young man named Takagi, her partner on the force. Quiet, a bit awkward, but bright and dedicated (and no little smitten with Satou himself), Takagi seemed as stunned as anyone by her choice.
Things progressed, as they have a tendency to do, and finally, the announcement of their engagement and subsequent wedding came about. By the time that happened, most of his co-workers at police headquarters had accepted Satou’s choice and stopped sending Takagi death-threats over lunch.
Still, Shiratori was still having some difficulties accepting that he had lost Satou. And as such, he wasn’t necessarily thinking too clearly. So when he overheard a certain conversation…well, he didn’t dismiss the idea as ludicrous, as he rightfully should have.
The conversation in question took place between the anxious groom-to-be, Megure-keibu (who seemed quite delighted by the whole proceedings), and Kudo Shinichi (who was rumored to be nearing altar plans himself, having returned to the very patient love of his own life). Takagi seemed no little flustered, considering that they were joking around and needling him about certain aspects of married life-more…practical things. And a certain comment was made…
Now, Shiratori was a good police officer, but he could be remarkably dense sometimes, to say nothing of having a total one-track mind. After all, he had used police tools and resources to spy on a date between Satou and Takagi…and then tried to sabotage it with that information. He just didn’t think that well when she was concerned. So when he overheard that teasing, semi-innocent conversation, he somehow came to a very strange conclusion.
Which was why he was here now. Satou had mentioned to Yumi that she and Takagi were spending their wedding night here, in this hotel. So naturally, the entire force knew within the hour. Most officers had listened with a nod or a joke or three about throwing things at the window. But Shiratori was the only one who had actually shown up, following the rather insane thought that if he could somehow delay the…consumation of the union, it would derail everything.
Never said it made sense. But as stated previously, he’d always had a blind spot when it concerned Satou. Trouble was that the blind spot was approximately the size of the Empire State Building.
It hadn’t been too terribly difficult to find out what the room number was. For reasons normal people would probably not grasp, he felt very pleased with himself. And so he marched up to the room and confidently knocked on the door. He heard murmuring voices inside, and a couple seconds later, the door opened.
Shiratori went from smug to shocked in point-one-three seconds. “What the-what are you doing here?”
Haibara Ai gave him a passive look. “We’re having a slumber party.” She gestured towards the hotel room behind her, where the other members of the Shounen Tantei (Genta, Ayumi, and Mitsuhiko) seemed to be watching a movie. Furthermore, Mouri Ran was sitting in a chair, also engrossed in the television screen. It seemed that she was acting as a chaperone for the kids.
“Why are you here? I thought-“
“Satou-keiji offered us the room,” she explained. “She said we could have a party. And we accepted.”
“But-but where is Satou-san?” he asked. He also belatedly realized that she wasn’t Satou anymore, but he really didn’t want to think too much about that. It made him angry.
“…why do you want to know?” Ai raised a brow. “It’s her wedding night, isn’t it?”
Shiratori gaped, realizing that he was unable to think of a reasonable explanation. He couldn’t even say it was work-related-that would be disproven in record time. Any intelligent woman (which she definitely was) would have made certain to take time off work to go enjoy her honeymoon without any worries.
And Haibara was giving him that same deadpan look from her much shorter vantage-point. He got the sinking feeling that she had pretty much guessed what he was doing here-and he did not like it.
But that still didn’t answer the burning question: where were the newlyweds?
-o-
Meanwhile, in another hotel on the other side of the city...
Miwako chuckled as her new husband turned to look nervously at the locked door for at least the fifteenth time in the last ten minutes. “Relax. No one’s going to bother us. I promise.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, still looking vaguely paranoid.
She began to laugh. “Oh, I’m absolutely sure.” She cheerfully told him of her plan-dropping the word to Yumi about where they would be staying to make certain that everyone knew about it, then giving the room to the kids for the night. The only person who knew where they actually were was Mouri Ran-she’d had to tell someone about her brilliant plan before she exploded! And not only was Ran-chan totally trustworthy in such matters, but she had also volunteered her services as a chaperone for the children.
Wataru stared at her in awe…and now not just because she happened to be wearing a short, silky robe of a matching nightgown. “You really went to all that trouble?”
“Yes, I did,” she beamed. “I didn’t want any interruptions.”
He blushed-still so shy, even at this point in the game.
Now her smile softened. “So are you going to sit over there all night or what?” She herself was sitting on top of the bedclothes, her knees curled under her in a pose of…well, seductive innocence was probably the best way to describe it.
“I…oh, right.” Slowly, he got up and moved to take the other side of the bed. Once there, he finally decided to just ask. “Aren’t you nervous? At all?”
She chuckled. “Of course I am. But I love you, so I’m sure that everything will be just fine.”
Somehow, that gave him confidence. He swallowed hard, reached out, and drew her to him for a kiss.
And somewhere, from a hotel room at the other end of Tokyo, a man could be heard screaming, “WHY, GOD, WHY??” But nobody really cared…except the other people in the hotel, who told him in no uncertain terms to shut the hell up.
PS. I think this was originally inspired by ran_mouri82, with her hilarious comment about Takagi letting himself be interrupted every time something almost happens with Satou-she asked if they were going to interrupt their wedding night too or what? And I ran with it. Man, this was fun. And I really don’t like Shiratori that much (despite the fact that I made him sympathetic in The Best Man), so it was fun to mess with him here. So…yeah.
And with this, we are a fifth of the way through the fanfic100 challenge! Twenty themes down...eighty to go. Seems kinda pitiful when I put it that way, huh? But I'm still happy. And just think--five more fics, and I'll be a quarter of the way done! SQUEE!
Thanks for reading, all! Much love!