Prompt Exchange #3: Girl Power
Oct 21, 2015 10:47:34 GMT
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Post by stelraetnae on Oct 21, 2015 10:47:34 GMT
Prompt Exchange #1 - Double Trouble
Prompt: An AU where Kid shrinks during the Conan era and has to live with the Mōri family (for whatever reasons the author decides).
Word count: 991
Hope you like it!
(Prompt Exchange #2 can be found here)
(Prompt Exchange #3 and future prompt exchanges can be found by scrolling down in this thread)
Conan kicked off his shoes, sock-clad feet automatically pushing them neatly beside the next pair over. “I'm home!” he called, one foot already on the wooden step before he stilled.
His honed detective eyes instantly zoned in on the unexpected item in the entrance, cataloging it. Sky blue canvas child sneakers, dark blue pattern of straight lines, white rubber base, white shoelaces. From its appearance, very well cared for – no, from the look of the sole, brand new. And they weren't his.
A client had come over with their kid. But no, there was only one pair of unfamiliar shoes in the entrance, no sign of adult shoes beyond Ran and Kogorō 's. And it was after office hours already, the Detective Agency would have been closed an hour ago.
Ran had bought a new pair of shoes for him. But she wouldn't have just left them in the doorway like that, at least not without telling him about them first.
It couldn't be any of the Detective Boys either, he had just parted ways with them after class, they wouldn't have gotten here earlier than him. And these weren't shoes that he had ever seen any of them wear.
“Welcome back, Conan-kun!”
As he mulled over the mystery in fast motion in his mind, he didn't notice Ran's head tilting out from the doorway to the living room, nor her presence until she loomed right onto him, hands on hips in an expression of exasperation but a big smile on her face that dispelled any semblance of annoyance.
“Jeez, Conan-kun, you could have told me that you had a brother! I was so surprised!”
…Brother?
Before the shrunken detective could get his mind around that baffling proclamation, a dangerous speeding projectile of excessive energy rammed right into him with a bright yell in his ear that completely disorientated him and sent him spinning dizzily to the floor along with his surprise burden who was chattering entirely too fast to be comprehensible.
“Conan! Imissedyouit'sbeensolongmumjustdroppedmeoffwe'vegotsomuchtotalkabout-”
The hell?
With difficulty he pried the clingy limpet off him, pushing the other to arms-length, planning to turn his fiercest frown (not that it would be too effective given his current appearance) on his would-be-attacker.
Only for the expression to slide into pure shock when he found his own face grinning sunnily back at him. To be exact, his own seven-year-old face, an exact mirror to the one that he now wore, sans the spectacles.
What. The. Hell.
Conan's shell-shocked mind vaguely registered the sound of Ran's voice, and with great effort tuned back in to hear what she was saying.
“-r mother dropped Kai-kun off when you were in school! He's going to be living with us from now on, isn't that nice, Conan-kun?”
His mum was involved in this? But no, he couldn't be sure. Anyone could have disguised as 'Edogawa Fumiyo'. He could name several others with more than enough disguise and acting skills to pull it off without the Mō ris suspecting a thing.
But for a child to have the exact same face as him, assuming that this was his real face...
Conan reached out a hand and pinched the other's face, hard. The cheery grin never wavered. He tugged a little harder. It was unmistakable that it was only real skin under his fingers. Unless his mum and dad had really had a second son without telling him, there was one other option that popped immediately into mind, unbelievable though the odds may seem...
“Conan-kun! What are you doing to Kai-kun!?”
Conan hurriedly let go when Ran bore down on them with a stern frown. A merry red bruise was forming on 'Kai''s cheek where he had pinched it.
The other boy turned brilliant blue eyes up to the girl, tears welling up spectacularly and clinging to long lashes in a truly award-worthy fashion. “Ran-nee-chan, Conan's being mean to me!”
Conan blinked as Ran leveled a disapproving look at him, protective urges instantly aroused. She crossed her arms and he gulped. “Apologize to Kai-kun now.”
“I'm sorry...” he recited obediently, but his eyes shifted to meet Kai's suddenly dry ones. From where he was clinging to the back of Ran's legs the other boy sent him the cheekiest smirk that had ever graced the face of a seven-year-old child.
Oh, he had no doubt about who he was dealing with now, that bastard.
“Anyway, dinner's ready, so come along now!” Ran turned and headed back into the living area.
“Hmph, why do we have to take care of another brat?” Kogorō's grousing voice could be heard from the kitchen as they followed her.
“Dad, don't say that! I'm sure Conan-kun misses his brother and would like to spend time with Kai-kun again. Isn't that right, Conan-kun?”
“Yup!” Conan chirped, making sure that Ran and Kogorō couldn't see him glaring daggers at his 'brother' as they entered the room.
Kai just looked back at him with an expression of pure innocence, before skipping off in a childish act that put Conan and possibly award-winning actresses to shame. “Ran-nee-chan, I'm hungry! What's for dinner, it smells really good!” The boy was clinging to Ran's legs again, looking up with big eyes, and... oh, he did not just do that.
Ran giggled indulgently. “It's curry, Kai-kun, be patient...”
“I love curry!” Conan interjected loudly, pushing Kai away from where he had obviously been trying to peek under Ran's skirt. The other boy stumbled and toppled to the ground.
Ran turned on him. “Conan-kun!”
He hadn't even pushed that hard, dammit!
As he watched Kai being fussed over by Ran, the shrunken thief playing up the teary-eyed adorableness factor to the max, Conan felt increasingly tempted to bash his head against the wall. He settled for a table leg instead.
What had he done in his previous life to deserve this?
Because my angst-loving muse simply wouldn't let me go even though I wanted to write something light-hearted for this, there's a second installment to this in the making, so look out for it!
And here is the second drabble!
“You think I want this? You think I like being a child any more than you do!?”
Conan stood, stunned, staring at the flashing blue eyes that reflected his own.
It had started with a bad day and a murder case hitting a little close to home that resulted in him lashing out at the nearest available scapegoat, and as Kai had chosen that moment to throw a loud bang of confetti over his head, the other boy happened to be the unlucky one.
What Conan hadn't expected was the outburst that he got back. He wasn't even sure what he had said anymore, but there was no doubt that he deserved this. And what kind of detective was he, to not have noticed all this tension that the other had been bottling inside, he thought with a sinking heart.
Kai ran his hands over his face, a gesture that was much too old and brittle for a child that his appearance presented him to be. Too-small hands pressed against his eyes before they fell so that he could stare blinding at them, seeing the hands that should have been there.
“A detective's greatest weapon is his mind. But you know, Tantei-kun, a magician's hands are his life. How do you think I feel not even being able to shuffle cards without dropping them!? This body... It's so powerless. I can't do anything more complicated than basic disappearing tricks, my voice cracks when I try to change it, my fingers just don't move the way I want them to! I spent years honing those skills, but now... now... Poker face is all I have left, Conan.”
Conan just stared at the other for a long time, finally seeing the cracks. The magician had been slowly breaking inside for a long time, he just hadn't been able to see it. Coming to a decision, he stood, and grabbed hold of the other boy's hand. “Come on.”
It said something that Kai let Conan tug him down the stairs and out onto the street before he successfully reacted. “W-What?”
“We're going to see the professor.”
Kai was staring at the item in his hands as if he had just received the present he never thought he could have but wanted very very much and was afraid it would disappear if he took his eyes off it. Which was a pretty apt description of his current feelings, all in all.
Conan scuffed his foot awkwardly against the tile floor of Prof. Agasa's house. He cleared his throat, looking anywhere except for at the other boy. “When you mentioned that you couldn't change your voice anymore, I thought...”
Conan yelped when the other boy tackled him. When he realized that the attack was non-threatening, he relaxed. After a moment, he raised his arms to hug back, choosing not to mention the moisture seeping through his shirt.
“You're welcome.”
Conan woke up to the unmistakable sound of Kid's velvety voice. He cracked open one eye to see Kai talking into his phone using his new voice-changing bow-tie.
From the other side of the line, the sound of a violently angry stream of curses flowed forth at an alarming volume. Kai's smirk (or Kid's really, and it was really rather unsettling on the face of a seven-year-old) never wavered.
“Love you too, keibu.”
Conan looked at Kai wearily as he hung up. “Do I want to know?”
The shrunken thief just laughed.
Prompt: An AU where Kid shrinks during the Conan era and has to live with the Mōri family (for whatever reasons the author decides).
Word count: 991
Hope you like it!
(Prompt Exchange #2 can be found here)
(Prompt Exchange #3 and future prompt exchanges can be found by scrolling down in this thread)
Conan kicked off his shoes, sock-clad feet automatically pushing them neatly beside the next pair over. “I'm home!” he called, one foot already on the wooden step before he stilled.
His honed detective eyes instantly zoned in on the unexpected item in the entrance, cataloging it. Sky blue canvas child sneakers, dark blue pattern of straight lines, white rubber base, white shoelaces. From its appearance, very well cared for – no, from the look of the sole, brand new. And they weren't his.
A client had come over with their kid. But no, there was only one pair of unfamiliar shoes in the entrance, no sign of adult shoes beyond Ran and Kogorō 's. And it was after office hours already, the Detective Agency would have been closed an hour ago.
Ran had bought a new pair of shoes for him. But she wouldn't have just left them in the doorway like that, at least not without telling him about them first.
It couldn't be any of the Detective Boys either, he had just parted ways with them after class, they wouldn't have gotten here earlier than him. And these weren't shoes that he had ever seen any of them wear.
“Welcome back, Conan-kun!”
As he mulled over the mystery in fast motion in his mind, he didn't notice Ran's head tilting out from the doorway to the living room, nor her presence until she loomed right onto him, hands on hips in an expression of exasperation but a big smile on her face that dispelled any semblance of annoyance.
“Jeez, Conan-kun, you could have told me that you had a brother! I was so surprised!”
…Brother?
Before the shrunken detective could get his mind around that baffling proclamation, a dangerous speeding projectile of excessive energy rammed right into him with a bright yell in his ear that completely disorientated him and sent him spinning dizzily to the floor along with his surprise burden who was chattering entirely too fast to be comprehensible.
“Conan! Imissedyouit'sbeensolongmumjustdroppedmeoffwe'vegotsomuchtotalkabout-”
The hell?
With difficulty he pried the clingy limpet off him, pushing the other to arms-length, planning to turn his fiercest frown (not that it would be too effective given his current appearance) on his would-be-attacker.
Only for the expression to slide into pure shock when he found his own face grinning sunnily back at him. To be exact, his own seven-year-old face, an exact mirror to the one that he now wore, sans the spectacles.
What. The. Hell.
Conan's shell-shocked mind vaguely registered the sound of Ran's voice, and with great effort tuned back in to hear what she was saying.
“-r mother dropped Kai-kun off when you were in school! He's going to be living with us from now on, isn't that nice, Conan-kun?”
His mum was involved in this? But no, he couldn't be sure. Anyone could have disguised as 'Edogawa Fumiyo'. He could name several others with more than enough disguise and acting skills to pull it off without the Mō ris suspecting a thing.
But for a child to have the exact same face as him, assuming that this was his real face...
Conan reached out a hand and pinched the other's face, hard. The cheery grin never wavered. He tugged a little harder. It was unmistakable that it was only real skin under his fingers. Unless his mum and dad had really had a second son without telling him, there was one other option that popped immediately into mind, unbelievable though the odds may seem...
“Conan-kun! What are you doing to Kai-kun!?”
Conan hurriedly let go when Ran bore down on them with a stern frown. A merry red bruise was forming on 'Kai''s cheek where he had pinched it.
The other boy turned brilliant blue eyes up to the girl, tears welling up spectacularly and clinging to long lashes in a truly award-worthy fashion. “Ran-nee-chan, Conan's being mean to me!”
Conan blinked as Ran leveled a disapproving look at him, protective urges instantly aroused. She crossed her arms and he gulped. “Apologize to Kai-kun now.”
“I'm sorry...” he recited obediently, but his eyes shifted to meet Kai's suddenly dry ones. From where he was clinging to the back of Ran's legs the other boy sent him the cheekiest smirk that had ever graced the face of a seven-year-old child.
Oh, he had no doubt about who he was dealing with now, that bastard.
“Anyway, dinner's ready, so come along now!” Ran turned and headed back into the living area.
“Hmph, why do we have to take care of another brat?” Kogorō's grousing voice could be heard from the kitchen as they followed her.
“Dad, don't say that! I'm sure Conan-kun misses his brother and would like to spend time with Kai-kun again. Isn't that right, Conan-kun?”
“Yup!” Conan chirped, making sure that Ran and Kogorō couldn't see him glaring daggers at his 'brother' as they entered the room.
Kai just looked back at him with an expression of pure innocence, before skipping off in a childish act that put Conan and possibly award-winning actresses to shame. “Ran-nee-chan, I'm hungry! What's for dinner, it smells really good!” The boy was clinging to Ran's legs again, looking up with big eyes, and... oh, he did not just do that.
Ran giggled indulgently. “It's curry, Kai-kun, be patient...”
“I love curry!” Conan interjected loudly, pushing Kai away from where he had obviously been trying to peek under Ran's skirt. The other boy stumbled and toppled to the ground.
Ran turned on him. “Conan-kun!”
He hadn't even pushed that hard, dammit!
As he watched Kai being fussed over by Ran, the shrunken thief playing up the teary-eyed adorableness factor to the max, Conan felt increasingly tempted to bash his head against the wall. He settled for a table leg instead.
What had he done in his previous life to deserve this?
Because my angst-loving muse simply wouldn't let me go even though I wanted to write something light-hearted for this, there's a second installment to this in the making, so look out for it!
And here is the second drabble!
“You think I want this? You think I like being a child any more than you do!?”
Conan stood, stunned, staring at the flashing blue eyes that reflected his own.
It had started with a bad day and a murder case hitting a little close to home that resulted in him lashing out at the nearest available scapegoat, and as Kai had chosen that moment to throw a loud bang of confetti over his head, the other boy happened to be the unlucky one.
What Conan hadn't expected was the outburst that he got back. He wasn't even sure what he had said anymore, but there was no doubt that he deserved this. And what kind of detective was he, to not have noticed all this tension that the other had been bottling inside, he thought with a sinking heart.
Kai ran his hands over his face, a gesture that was much too old and brittle for a child that his appearance presented him to be. Too-small hands pressed against his eyes before they fell so that he could stare blinding at them, seeing the hands that should have been there.
“A detective's greatest weapon is his mind. But you know, Tantei-kun, a magician's hands are his life. How do you think I feel not even being able to shuffle cards without dropping them!? This body... It's so powerless. I can't do anything more complicated than basic disappearing tricks, my voice cracks when I try to change it, my fingers just don't move the way I want them to! I spent years honing those skills, but now... now... Poker face is all I have left, Conan.”
Conan just stared at the other for a long time, finally seeing the cracks. The magician had been slowly breaking inside for a long time, he just hadn't been able to see it. Coming to a decision, he stood, and grabbed hold of the other boy's hand. “Come on.”
It said something that Kai let Conan tug him down the stairs and out onto the street before he successfully reacted. “W-What?”
“We're going to see the professor.”
Kai was staring at the item in his hands as if he had just received the present he never thought he could have but wanted very very much and was afraid it would disappear if he took his eyes off it. Which was a pretty apt description of his current feelings, all in all.
Conan scuffed his foot awkwardly against the tile floor of Prof. Agasa's house. He cleared his throat, looking anywhere except for at the other boy. “When you mentioned that you couldn't change your voice anymore, I thought...”
Conan yelped when the other boy tackled him. When he realized that the attack was non-threatening, he relaxed. After a moment, he raised his arms to hug back, choosing not to mention the moisture seeping through his shirt.
“You're welcome.”
Conan woke up to the unmistakable sound of Kid's velvety voice. He cracked open one eye to see Kai talking into his phone using his new voice-changing bow-tie.
From the other side of the line, the sound of a violently angry stream of curses flowed forth at an alarming volume. Kai's smirk (or Kid's really, and it was really rather unsettling on the face of a seven-year-old) never wavered.
“Love you too, keibu.”
Conan looked at Kai wearily as he hung up. “Do I want to know?”
The shrunken thief just laughed.