Post by doctorpeggy on Nov 20, 2017 14:12:26 GMT
Prompt: A story in which everyone in the DC universe can read someone's thoughts. The specific rules for this are up to the writer.
(So, I have every intention to finish this, but next week is going to be hell, so there's not chance of me adding anything before the deadline of this prompt exchange. On the other hand, while I made this very explicitly a soulmate-y fic and will finish it that way, my brain prevents me from ignoring the fact that the situation in the story does not have a logical reason, so there must be a magical reason to explain the circumstances. Maybe something will come of that later. Side note: If anyone thinks there might be a better title for this...)
Word count: 680
Summary: Saguru kept everyone's secrets, Masumi couldn't even keep her own, and they both hoped desperately for something to change.
Two Peas, All Alone
Saguru had heard about a lot of crazy things, but finding the Kaitou KID in a high school classroom was a first. Especially because it was Saguru who had found him. Saguru mentally cursed the fates, only slightly afraid that they would curse him back, but really, what more could they do? Make him be able to read the thoughts of everyone? Oh, wait.
He had no evidence to show anyone, but the second he had made eye contact with his peer, he’d been hit with a barrage of words to the effect of :’What the hell am I going to do this dude is the detective that almost caught me, what the actually hell is my life can’t I steal one thing without something horrible happening, what even, AUUUGH!’
So clearly, the guy was either KID, or completely nuts. Saguru was betting on both.
Saguru wondered if the KID revelation was better than stuff like ‘Oh wow, he’s so cute,’ which he had got from some of his other classmates, but really, it was all just as bad.
Saguru found his seat, wishing not for the first time that he’d just been normal, like everyone else. Life would be great. He’d be able to read the minds of only about a couple of people, and perhaps two or three people would be able to read his. And he wouldn’t have to keep his mouth shut about being able to read everyone’s mind. He’d have even taken it if someone else could read his mind, at least then he’d be forced to be honest with someone. Or perhaps someone whose mind he couldn’t read, so he could look them in the eye through the entirety of a conversation without getting tired of it. Or something, anything other than this. Something with a precedent, something that hours and hours of research would actually tell him about.
Still, he faced his reality, Kaitou KID and all, and tried to pay attention to the teacher for the rest of the day.
* * *
Masumi had learned a long time ago that she had no reason to not voice her thoughts. Ever. Because everyone could read them anyway. So she did her best to let everyone know what she was thinking before they could find out themselves.
Well, either that or she avoided their eyes while she furiously tried to clear her mind.
It would ease her pain a little to be able to read at least one person’s thoughts, but clearly some deity had decided a cruel joke was in order not long before Masumi had been born, and so her life had turned out like this.
Though perhaps sometimes it worked to her advantage.
When she’d first seen Edogawa Conan, her immediate thought had been ‘Whoa, this kid looks so much like that Kudo Shinichi that he might as well be the same guy.’
Fortunately or unfortunately, Edogawa Conan had chosen the exact same moment to look her in the eye. Then the poor kid had gone a horribly bluish shade of white.
Well.
So from there on out, the Edogawa Conan, or rather, Kudo Shinichi, had kept his distance.
Masumi, for her part, had put all thoughts of Conan and Shinichi being the same person at the very back of her mind, so that she wouldn’t be accidentally letting his secret out. She hoped he’d at least explain it to her at some point, as gratitude for keeping the secret for him.
She continued to do her thing, voicing all her thoughts and looking furiously into the eyes of every new person she met in hopes of being able to see the thoughts of even one of them. All it did was get her weird looks, but Masumi didn’t really care.
She consoled herself with the fact that she would always be able to rely on, well, everybody, if she ever needed to have a heart-to-heart, even though most times it would probably be involuntary.
Well, at least she would never have to find out what other people thought of her.
(So, I have every intention to finish this, but next week is going to be hell, so there's not chance of me adding anything before the deadline of this prompt exchange. On the other hand, while I made this very explicitly a soulmate-y fic and will finish it that way, my brain prevents me from ignoring the fact that the situation in the story does not have a logical reason, so there must be a magical reason to explain the circumstances. Maybe something will come of that later. Side note: If anyone thinks there might be a better title for this...)
Word count: 680
Summary: Saguru kept everyone's secrets, Masumi couldn't even keep her own, and they both hoped desperately for something to change.
Two Peas, All Alone
Saguru had heard about a lot of crazy things, but finding the Kaitou KID in a high school classroom was a first. Especially because it was Saguru who had found him. Saguru mentally cursed the fates, only slightly afraid that they would curse him back, but really, what more could they do? Make him be able to read the thoughts of everyone? Oh, wait.
He had no evidence to show anyone, but the second he had made eye contact with his peer, he’d been hit with a barrage of words to the effect of :’What the hell am I going to do this dude is the detective that almost caught me, what the actually hell is my life can’t I steal one thing without something horrible happening, what even, AUUUGH!’
So clearly, the guy was either KID, or completely nuts. Saguru was betting on both.
Saguru wondered if the KID revelation was better than stuff like ‘Oh wow, he’s so cute,’ which he had got from some of his other classmates, but really, it was all just as bad.
Saguru found his seat, wishing not for the first time that he’d just been normal, like everyone else. Life would be great. He’d be able to read the minds of only about a couple of people, and perhaps two or three people would be able to read his. And he wouldn’t have to keep his mouth shut about being able to read everyone’s mind. He’d have even taken it if someone else could read his mind, at least then he’d be forced to be honest with someone. Or perhaps someone whose mind he couldn’t read, so he could look them in the eye through the entirety of a conversation without getting tired of it. Or something, anything other than this. Something with a precedent, something that hours and hours of research would actually tell him about.
Still, he faced his reality, Kaitou KID and all, and tried to pay attention to the teacher for the rest of the day.
* * *
Masumi had learned a long time ago that she had no reason to not voice her thoughts. Ever. Because everyone could read them anyway. So she did her best to let everyone know what she was thinking before they could find out themselves.
Well, either that or she avoided their eyes while she furiously tried to clear her mind.
It would ease her pain a little to be able to read at least one person’s thoughts, but clearly some deity had decided a cruel joke was in order not long before Masumi had been born, and so her life had turned out like this.
Though perhaps sometimes it worked to her advantage.
When she’d first seen Edogawa Conan, her immediate thought had been ‘Whoa, this kid looks so much like that Kudo Shinichi that he might as well be the same guy.’
Fortunately or unfortunately, Edogawa Conan had chosen the exact same moment to look her in the eye. Then the poor kid had gone a horribly bluish shade of white.
Well.
So from there on out, the Edogawa Conan, or rather, Kudo Shinichi, had kept his distance.
Masumi, for her part, had put all thoughts of Conan and Shinichi being the same person at the very back of her mind, so that she wouldn’t be accidentally letting his secret out. She hoped he’d at least explain it to her at some point, as gratitude for keeping the secret for him.
She continued to do her thing, voicing all her thoughts and looking furiously into the eyes of every new person she met in hopes of being able to see the thoughts of even one of them. All it did was get her weird looks, but Masumi didn’t really care.
She consoled herself with the fact that she would always be able to rely on, well, everybody, if she ever needed to have a heart-to-heart, even though most times it would probably be involuntary.
Well, at least she would never have to find out what other people thought of her.