Jan 28, 2008 08:19
Cold sweat ran down the back of Shinichi’s, or rather Conan’s, neck. This was it, they had found him, and he was going to die. He just hoped Ran and her father would be safe, they didn’t know anything.
Gin smirked. It was an ugly expression, showing humor in a situation were there should be none. “Any last words detective?” he asked softly.
The brunette’s only response was a cold glare. No way was he going to lower himself by begging for his life. Then Ayumi strolled around the corner.
The bright-eyed child took in the scene, especially the gun that was pointed at her friend’s head before scowling. “Hey you! Get away from Conan-kun,” she demanded.
Shinichi’s heart just about stopped right there. Why didn’t she run?
“This isn’t your concern little girl,” Gin didn’t even look at her. She was no threat. “Leave now and I might let you live.”
“I said get away from Conan-kun.” The large mallet appeared from nowhere, whistling through the air. A sickening crack was heard as it impacted with Gin’s head. The man dropped like a stone.
The detective stared. How could she even lift that thing?
A soft blush spread across Ayumi’s cheeks as she lowered her eyes to the ground. The girl fidgeted a little before speaking. “Ano, Conan-kun. I was wondering if you could take me for ice-cream sometime.” It would have looked cute, if not for the fact she was still holding the mallet.
The shrunken teenager swallowed. In situations like this there were no right answers. Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.
Finis
I admit, the mallet came from Ranma ½
Hoped you enjoyed it
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