Post by NewUserNamesAreHard on Dec 3, 2017 1:07:02 GMT
Title: The Best Gifts Come in Small Packages
Summary: For all of his misfortune Conan really was lucky to have the detective boys in his life.
Word Count: 569
A/N: I wasn't planning on writing anything for this because i haven't really had time to even sleep lately, but 45 minutes after reading the prompt this ended up on my computer.
“But we wanted to.” She told him with the same smile that could melt nearly half of the metropolitan police force.
“Don’t worry,” Genta chimed in, “Mitsuhiko and I made it sure it wasn’t too girly.”
Conan blinked, looking between the boys again. They were in on it?
“They vetoed the one I liked.” Haibara added in an uninterested tone without ever looking up from her fashion magazine.
The box suddenly felt heavier than it had a moment ago. It wasn’t Conan’s birthday or a holiday, so he had assumed that Ayumi had finally decided to ask him out directly. The fact that it was actually the group that had decided to get him a gift… Conan really loved the kids. It didn’t matter how many Kamen Yaiba movies he was dragged to or how many elementary school mysteries they forced him to solve. Conan loved the kids because despite the shadow his presence seemed to cast over anyone close to him, they glowed. They glowed with an innocence that renewed his faith in the world.
“Can I open it?” Conan asked as he took a closer look at the tiny box. It was made of dark blue cardboard with a ribbon on top tied in a bow.
Ayumi’s smile grew even brighter as she stepped in closer, flanked by Genta and Mitsuhiko. Even Haibara looked up, catching Conan’s eye before burring her nose in her magazine again.
“But just so you know,” Genta voiced, “it’s not food. Try not to be too disappointed.”
It took longer than it probably should have for Conan to realize that the top of the box needed to be slid up off the bottom, but it was hard to open the box and keep up his little kid act. All he really wanted to do was smile at them like an idiot. Because somehow the kids always came through. They always found a way to brighten the world. And lately the world had been very dark.
At first Conan couldn’t make sense of the small metal band sitting on the foam lining of the box. Only it wasn’t just a metal band, there was some kind of black inlay… that didn’t stay black, the color changing to yellow, then orange, then green and blue, and settling at a vivid indigo.
“It’s a mood ring!” Ayumi told Conan as he continued to stare at the ring, his mind not managing to piece together the meaning of the gift. “Because we’ve been worried about you, Conan. You never tell us what you are thinking. So this ring will tell us instead.”
“And so you can’t keep secrets from us anymore.” Genta added.
“Though it hasn’t been scientifically proven to work.” Mitsuhiko chimed in.
Conan felt a tear rolling down his cheek, a sense of paternal pride swelling in his chest. It was moments like this that made him wonder, if maybe, staying as Conan forever wouldn’t be so bad.
Summary: For all of his misfortune Conan really was lucky to have the detective boys in his life.
Word Count: 569
A/N: I wasn't planning on writing anything for this because i haven't really had time to even sleep lately, but 45 minutes after reading the prompt this ended up on my computer.
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Conan looked at the small gift in Ayumi’s hands with a growing sense of dread. In the two years he had known the girl she had proven time and time again that she was totally oblivious to Genta and Mitsuhiko’s affections. And this gift was sure to set the boys off again as they vied for her attention. He glanced between the two boys before accepting the gift with a forced smile. “You really shouldn’t have.”“But we wanted to.” She told him with the same smile that could melt nearly half of the metropolitan police force.
“Don’t worry,” Genta chimed in, “Mitsuhiko and I made it sure it wasn’t too girly.”
Conan blinked, looking between the boys again. They were in on it?
“They vetoed the one I liked.” Haibara added in an uninterested tone without ever looking up from her fashion magazine.
The box suddenly felt heavier than it had a moment ago. It wasn’t Conan’s birthday or a holiday, so he had assumed that Ayumi had finally decided to ask him out directly. The fact that it was actually the group that had decided to get him a gift… Conan really loved the kids. It didn’t matter how many Kamen Yaiba movies he was dragged to or how many elementary school mysteries they forced him to solve. Conan loved the kids because despite the shadow his presence seemed to cast over anyone close to him, they glowed. They glowed with an innocence that renewed his faith in the world.
“Can I open it?” Conan asked as he took a closer look at the tiny box. It was made of dark blue cardboard with a ribbon on top tied in a bow.
Ayumi’s smile grew even brighter as she stepped in closer, flanked by Genta and Mitsuhiko. Even Haibara looked up, catching Conan’s eye before burring her nose in her magazine again.
“But just so you know,” Genta voiced, “it’s not food. Try not to be too disappointed.”
It took longer than it probably should have for Conan to realize that the top of the box needed to be slid up off the bottom, but it was hard to open the box and keep up his little kid act. All he really wanted to do was smile at them like an idiot. Because somehow the kids always came through. They always found a way to brighten the world. And lately the world had been very dark.
At first Conan couldn’t make sense of the small metal band sitting on the foam lining of the box. Only it wasn’t just a metal band, there was some kind of black inlay… that didn’t stay black, the color changing to yellow, then orange, then green and blue, and settling at a vivid indigo.
“It’s a mood ring!” Ayumi told Conan as he continued to stare at the ring, his mind not managing to piece together the meaning of the gift. “Because we’ve been worried about you, Conan. You never tell us what you are thinking. So this ring will tell us instead.”
“And so you can’t keep secrets from us anymore.” Genta added.
“Though it hasn’t been scientifically proven to work.” Mitsuhiko chimed in.
Conan felt a tear rolling down his cheek, a sense of paternal pride swelling in his chest. It was moments like this that made him wonder, if maybe, staying as Conan forever wouldn’t be so bad.