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Post by Mikauzoran on Oct 31, 2015 19:04:50 GMT
No problem! Yeah. I just thought anything dealing with parent death would be unnecessarily painful, so. Take care. *Pats Quincy on the head*
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Post by Mikauzoran on Nov 2, 2015 3:23:51 GMT
Mikauzoran: Complete this scene: Two characters of the same sex are hiding in a closet. One of them has something on their head. Must include the word "rumor".
Hakuba Saguru had been minding his own business, walking down the hallway when he’d been grabbed and pulled into the janitor’s closet.
Alarmed and fearing it to be yet another kidnapper, Saguru began to struggle and was on the point of judo-flipping his assailant when he realized that it was only Kuroba Kaito.
The blonde frowned darkly, hoping his intense disapproval would get through to the goofball magician.
Kaito responded with a very loud “Sshhhh!” as if Saguru’s glower came with blaring sound effects.
“You do know that it’s illegal to abduct people, right?” Saguru informed, dryly.
“Quiet. She’ll hear you,” Kaito berated.
Hakuba sighed. “Kuroba, what on earth are you doing hiding in a closet with a stuffed octopus on your head?”
His classmate’s expression soured. “I’m hiding from Aoko. The octopus is for camouflage.”
Saguru raised an eyebrow. “Maybe if you were hiding in an aquarium.”
“Fine. It’s my comfort object. I hug it when I need comfort,” Kaito spit. “Now shut up, or she’ll hear you.”
The trenches of confusion in Saguru’s forehead deepened, but he didn’t bother pointing out that the octopus was currently on Kaito’s head, not hugged to his chest. Maybe it was that the octopus was hugging him. “And why are we hiding from Aoko-kun?”
Kaito rolled his eyes, frustrated at the detective’s incessant chatter. “Look, have you heard that rumor about how Aoko asked Akako out?”
Saguru nodded. He’d heard the rumor, and he’d ignored it because it was obviously fabricated.
“Well, it’s true,” Kaito informed him. “Aoko’s been trying to tell me so all day, and I, frankly, don’t want to hear it.”
Saguru attempted to process what he’d been told, that failing, he moved on to the next question. “Very well. But why did you pull me into the closet with you?”
Kaito shifted uncomfortably. “Well, I know you pass by this way every day after school at this time, so I thought…maybe if I hid here, when Aoko comes, I’ll pretend that she caught me making out with you.”
Saguru’s mind completely shut down. Instead of even trying to comprehend, he just asked, “Why? And why me?”
Kaito pulled the octopus down a little to obscure his face from Hakuba’s full view. “It’s a matter of pride. Because if she thinks I’m gay, I wouldn’t have ever been in love with her in the first place, so it won’t matter if she’s going out with Akako. Because I’m okay. Because I have someone else, so I don’t need her or her excuses or her pity,” Kaito mumbled. “And I picked you because you kind of seemed to have a thing for me anyway, so I thought that maybe you wouldn’t mind helping me out.”
Saguru sighed as he looked at Kaito in such a pathetic state. “Kuroba, why don’t I just go tell Aoko-kun that she doesn’t need to tell you because you already know and don’t really feel like talking about it?”
Kaito sank down into a crouch in the tiny space, and the giant stuffed octopus plushie completely blocked his expression from view. His voice was utterly without emotion as he replied, “Oh. Okay. That’s fine. Thank you. I’m just going to sit here a little bit longer with the octopus, if that’s okay.”
Saguru frowned. Kuroba was totally shutting down, and it sounded like he could start crying at any moment. His pride was wounded, his feelings were hurt, and, worst of all, it felt like his heart had shattered inside of him. And Saguru felt his heart ache for his rival and sometimes friend.
Hakuba settled down on the floor beside Kaito, hugging his knees to his chest as he attempted to fit his less than petit frame into that miniscule space. Once situated, he reached out and patted Kaito gently on the knee. “It’s going to be okay, Kuroba, but why don’t I sit with you and keep you and the octopus company a little longer?”
“That would be okay, I guess,” Kaito whispered, secretly grateful as tears began to fall silently.
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Post by Mikauzoran on Nov 23, 2015 2:55:17 GMT
Someone who shall remain obvious but unnamed got really behind on posting these. -.-; Sorry. BlackCriminal (96hani): I'd like some Shinichi x Conan.
“So how are things going with Ran?” Conan asked, swinging his legs (which were still too short to reach the floor when they sat in one of the booths at Poirot) and sipping at his coffee (a special treat that he only got when hanging out with Shinichi). Shinichi winced at the question. Conan asked every week, every time they hung out. The answer was always some variation on the same theme. “Not so great, actually.” Ever since Shinichi had kind of sort of gotten his body back by making a deal with Akako the witch for a potion that separated Shinichi from Conan, things hadn’t been going well with Ran. In his very long absence, Ran had kind of forgotten what Shinichi was actually like. With him gone and not bothering the crap out of her every day, she’d somehow managed to manufacture this whimsical ideal Shinichi in her head, so when the real Shinichi had come back, he hadn’t measured up to her mental picture of him. As a result, Ran was sort of feeling a little disenchanted. “Oh? That’s a shame,” Conan pretended to be indifferent as he stole a bite of Shinichi’s lemon curd tart. “I just feel like I can’t relate to anyone anymore, and they can’t relate to me either,” Shinichi continued with a sigh, swirling the straw of his own iced coffee round and round. “Everything I’ve been through these past two and a half years has changed me. It’s become such a big part of who I am, and I can’t even talk about it with anyone.” “There’s always Kid,” Conan suggested helpfully. Shinichi shrugged. “Kid’s a looney. Sera and Hakuba can keep him.” Conan nodded. He set down his coffee mug and stood up on the bench seat of the booth. He put his hands down flat on the table and leaned across it to give Shinichi a kiss on the cheek. “I’m always there for you, and I know what you’re going through,” he reminded his other half. Shinichi blushed, closing his eyes. “This is weird.” “Only if you make it weird.” Conan shrugged, taking his seat once more and going back to sneaking nibbles at Shinichi’s tart. Shinichi sighed. “Okay, but you make me feel like a narcissistic pedophile.” “Can’t do anything about the first—after all, we’ve always been in love with ourself—but if it makes you feel any better, I’ll be all grown up in a few years.” Shinichi smiled softly at the younger version of himself. He reached across the table and tussled the boy’s hair. “At least you’ll never get sick of hearing me talk about Sherlock Holmes.” “And we’ll never fight over what to watch on TV,” Conan seconded. “We’ll always want to see the same thing at the movies, and I’m a cheaper date because I don’t eat as much and you only have to pay kiddie price for me at some places. Also, you don’t have to worry about forgetting my birthday because I’ll always forget yours too, so we’ll never fight about it! Plus, I’ll never karate smash your face in or kick you through a wall.” “I knew I loved me,” Shinichi sighed happily.
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Post by Mikauzoran on Nov 23, 2015 3:03:44 GMT
This is nothing like what you wanted, is it? ^.^; I'm still pretty fond of this zaniness, though. And Quincy was kind enough to do fanart: www.poirotcafe.com/post/11863/threaddragonsandmagic: Prompt: A beach, a ring, and a surprise revealing.“This is the worst,” Kaito grumbled as he finished sculpting the giant seashells to cover up the enormous, too anatomically correct breasts he had created out of sand for Heiji after burying the Osakan detective in the first place. “Ya mean my rack or th’ beach in general?” Heiji peeked one eye open to look up in suspicion at Kaito. “Oh. The beach,” Kaito was quick to assure. “Your boobs look awesome.” “Good.” Heiji seemed satisfied with that and went back to enjoying the warmth of the sun on his face and the feeling of the sand…well… everywhere. He’d be cleaning it out of nooks and crannies for the next month, but… “You two are so inappropriate,” Conan sighed, adjusting his sunglasses. Heiji grinned. “Heeey, Kudo. Check out my nice body, huh?” Kaito hissed like a cat. “Back off. I saw him first, Hei-chan.” “Oh did ya now?” Heiji sent his rival a glare of challenge. “Yeah. I seem to remember meeting a certain Kudo Shinichi at a clock tower heist before he even became Conan,” Kaito bragged. Heiji menaced (as well as he could while buried neck-deep in sand that had been made to look like a well-endowed mermaid) up at Kaito. “Well, I almost ran int’ ‘im back in middle school on a ski slope. We were workin’ on th’ same case and just missed each other again and again.” Kaito frowned, eager to one-up his friend. “Well, our parents engaged us to one another before we were even born, so top that!” “That was before they found out we were both boys,” Conan himself broke in, fed up with the pissing contest that was being held in his honor. “Now shut up before the girls come back and you ruin my cover.” Heiji smirked, turning his head back to Kaito. “You know, I bet I found out about Kudo’s secret identity before ya.” “Enough!” Conan shouted, throwing an inflatable pool ring at Heiji and hitting Kaito’s intricate sand sculpture instead. “I spent five hours on that,” Kaito whimpered. “You did not, Kuroba,” Hakuba sighed, finally growing weary of the stupidity and looking up from his book. “It took you maybe twenty minutes to bury the buffoon with his help, and you just spent another twenty sculpting initially. When I told you that the chest was far too well done to be appropriate at a public beach, you spent an additional five minutes sculpting seashells for covering. Therefore, it has not been five hours.” “Well, it felt like five hours. Now I’m bored. Let’s go find the girls.” Kaito quickly got over his distress. Heiji shrugged and wiggled out of the already ruined mermaid sand sculpture in order to fall in step behind Kaito. Hakuba and Conan shared a look and a tired sigh before jogging a bit to catch up to the other two. They headed up the beach back to where the little shops and the eateries and the public restrooms had been. They found the girls—Ran, Kazuha, Aoko, Keiko, Sonoko, and Akako—all gathered around one of the changing stalls where Akako and Sonoko seemed to be orchestrating events while the rest of the group watched in a bit of a mix of interest and horror. It was as if they weren’t quite sure if they should be helping, and, if so, whom exactly they should be helping. The person inside of the stall—presumably Sera as she was the only one missing—seemed to be struggling while Sonoko and Akako—both with decidedly evil, mischievous grins—seemed to be taking turns…inflicting some kind of torture? The approaching boys couldn’t see very well. The spectators stepped aside as the boys approached, and Ran was kind enough to fill them in: “Sonoko and Akako-chan are trying to get Sera-san to come out and reveal the new swimming suit that they bought for her, but Sera-san doesn’t want to.” “O-Oh?” Hakuba remarked with an interest that he couldn’t quite mask. “Yes!” Sonoko jumped in once she noticed their presence. “Akako-chan and I went shopping and picked out the perfect bikini! Isn’t that right, Akako-chan?” Sonoko practically beamed at the witch. “B-Bikini?” Saguru stuttered. Akako smiled brightly…and yet somehow sinisterly. “Yes. Bikini. With our forces combined, nothing can stand in our way. We present to you the new and improved Sera Masumi.” And at that moment, Sonoko flung the poor detective out of the changing stall, sending her stumbling right into Saguru’s arms. Bare skin met bare chest, and faces turned ruby red faster than you could blink. The pair, of course, pulled away, completely flustered as soon as they regained some sense of self, but the telling blushes stuck with them. Sera couldn’t meet his eyes, and Saguru could barely glance at her to get a look at her suit. The others laughed and cooed, mocked and praised as Saguru somehow managed to tell Masumi that the boy shorts and the bandeau style top really worked for her. They were attractive without showing too much skin. To that, Sera thanked him and replied that she’d be able to rock a real bikini like Akako-chan or Sonoko-chan someday when her breasts finally came in. The aforementioned schemers both smirked, high fiving in celebration as they considered their plan a great success. “We do beautiful work together,” Akako observed, rather pleased with the results of this collaboration. “We should team up to take over the world,” Sonoko suggested with a snicker, latching on to Akako’s arm. Akako smirked. “Yes. Yes we should.” And Akako began to plot the great things she would do with her new partner in crime. This week there would be shopping and eating cute pastries. Next week they would bring the world to its knees at their whims.
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Post by Mikauzoran on Nov 23, 2015 3:10:54 GMT
sgchan: Aoko flirts with Akako, who is both confused and flustered by this.To Akako’s knowledge, her charms only worked on males and lesbians. So the fact that Nakamori Aoko was making eyes at her and blushing and tripping over herself when she talked to Akako…was kind of confusing. But not entirely unpleasant either. It just made matters complicated because Kaito was of the opinion that Akako had bewitched his childhood friend and crush, and Akako couldn’t convince him otherwise. She couldn’t make others act against their normal sexual inclinations, and that meant that Nakamori-san was either bi or lesbian. Kaito just couldn’t accept that. So tensions between them rose even more than usual, and that was a bummer because…even though she didn’t want to admit it, Akako truly liked Kaito. So Aoko’s feelings were, to say the least, difficult to deal with for the witch, but… Now that she stopped to pay attention, Aoko’s eyes were really pretty, and it was cute how earnest she could be about something she truly believed in, no matter how trivial to others. Aoko was cute in general, and when Aoko came up to Akako and asked her to sit with her at lunch and go to such and such place after school…Akako blushed and said yes. Because Aoko was slowly growing on her and knocking down her barriers. Aoko was slowly melting Akako’s resolve with her cute little sleeping face and her stupid happy grin. Aoko was slowly changing Akako’s mind, so when two months later Aoko asked Akako to go out on a date with her, instead of laughing and turning her down, Akako blushed, squirmed in her seat, and softly whispered “Yes”.
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Post by Mikauzoran on Nov 23, 2015 3:12:54 GMT
silvercyanide: my prompt is an AU where Kaito is a girl and Shinichi is more than just a little interested.
Kuroba Kaito was the cutest girl at Beika University, and up until yesterday she had been dating the local big man on campus, that rich foreigner Hakuba Saguru. But yesterday they had broken up. Or so rumor said, anyway, and Kudo Shinichi was just dying to be the first guy to sweep her off of her feet, ask her out, and heal her broken heart. Shinichi had been tripping over himself for Kaito since the very first day they had met back in April at the opening ceremony. They’d somehow ended up next to each other, and Kaito had made a snide remark about the color of the welcome banners that she somehow managed to weave into a clever reference to The Great Gatsby followed by a criticism of literary critics always dwelling too much on the color of the curtains. “Sometimes the red curtains aren’t actually a subconscious reference by the author to their incestuous feelings for their mother.” Shinichi could barely contain his laughter and was thenceforth hopelessly in love. But he’d always had a rival—Hakuba Saguru—who was also a detective. Kaito and Hakuba had gone to the same high school, so they’d come in already a couple. And what a couple they were! Hakuba was handsome, exotic, smart, and witty while Kaito was beautiful, brilliant, hilarious, and just plain fun to be around. They had such a good relationship too. They could have been a comic duo with their back and forth, and you could really tell that they both enjoyed the other’s retorts. For them, verbal sparring matches were equivalent to foreplay. So long as Hakuba was in the picture, Shinichi knew that he never stood a chance. And so Shinichi firmly established himself in Kaito’s friend zone in order to gain unquestioned access to her even while she wasn’t available. He wasn’t her best friend—that honor belonged to Nakamori Aoko closely followed by Suzuki Sonoko and Sera Masumi respectively—but he was close. And while she was taken, he worked on building a strong relationship with her, trying to establish a solid base so that when the time came, he would be ready to step in. He’d actually been contemplating confessing lately since it had been two whole years and Hakuba and Kaito still seemed to be going strong. Kaito had been showing some signs of interest when the two had been alone together, so Shinichi had been thinking that it might be worth a shot. But then Shinichi had struck gold when Hakuba broke up with Kaito the previous evening. Shinichi heard about it from Sonoko during first period, and so he hustled after class to the little alcove courtyard between the two buildings comprising the library where he knew Kaito often went after the first class of the day. He burst out into the courtyard, desperately hoping that, one, Kaito would actually be there, and, two, that Kaito had yet to accept anyone else’s confession. Kaito looked up as Shinichi flung open the door, her face red and splotchy, streaked with tears. “H-Hey, Shin-chan,” she hiccupped. This gave Shinichi pause because he’d been so happy when he’d heard the news. It had never occurred to him that for Kaito this was a tragedy. He had never thought he’d find her so absolutely distraught. He sighed, all of the air going out of him along with his sense of triumph…because the woman he loved was seriously hurting. Shinichi sat down on the bench beside her and put an arm around her. “Come here,” he whispered, resting his head on top of hers and pulling her into a side hug. “It’s okay, Kai-chan. It’s gonna be okay.” She choked on a sob, tears coming with renewed vengeance. “I’m here for you. And the rest of your friends too. We’re all here, so just let us know what you need, okay?” He gave her a gentle squeeze, putting his romantic feelings aside and concentrating on his duty to her as a friend. “We’re gonna get you through this.” “Thanks, Shin-chan,” she whispered weakly, weeping openly into the side of his neck. “That’s what friends are for,” he replied, honestly meaning the words. Maybe once she was healed…maybe then they could be something more. If he truly loved her, he could do at least that much. She was worth the wait.
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Post by Mikauzoran on Nov 23, 2015 3:17:03 GMT
There. I feel better now that I'm caught up. ^.^; I hope you guys enjoy these. Darkest Absol: Can my prompt be fluffy Sera/Ran?
When Sera Masumi head-butted and broke the wrist of a guy who had been trying to grope Ran on a train, the karate champion began to think that maybe Sera-san was kind of cool. Sera railed at the guy and then gave a little snort of outrage at the injustice. She took off her hat and sighed as she raked a hand through her hair, and that only added to Ran’s impression that her classmate was secretly some action movie star. Seeming to remember that she was being observed, Sera gave a little start, and she turned back to Ran with that goofy, cheerful grin that was starting to look refreshing to Ran. “You okay, Ran-chan?” Sera inquired out of concern for her friend, and Ran appreciated the gentlemanly gesture. She nodded. “Yeah. Thanks for that, Sera-san.” “No problem!” Sera assured with that same bubbly smile. And it sort of made Ran’s heart beat a little faster. Shinichi never called anymore. On the off chance he did, it was always to say that he was still busy with the case after four years! And she was so fed up with the same excuses. Hadn’t he said that he loved her? Was this love? It sure didn’t feel like it. Ran felt like she was being strung along, and while all of her friends and classmates were finding true love and getting engaged, Ran still hadn’t gotten her first kiss. Her life was passing her by as she waited for a guy that she wasn’t so sure was actually coming back to her anymore. Ran was crying silent tears of frustration and anger, gripping her phone, about ready to smash it against the wall when Sera Masumi walked into the apartment. The two young women froze in surprise at the sight of one another. Sera found her voice first. “S-Sorry. I—Sonoko-chan said to come on up and get the textbook on the sofa myself because the door was open, so I…” She bit her lip, and her brow furrowed as she really saw what was going on. “Is it Kudo-kun again?” Ran winced, closing her eyes, trying to shut out the pain. “Do you want to talk about it, Ran-chan, or do you want to be left alone?” Sera softly inquired. “‘Cause either way, I want you to know that I’m here for you, okay? If you need help, if you just want to talk it out…” “Oh, Sera-san!” Ran cried, breaking down and dropping to her knees as she let it all out. “Hey, hey,” Sera called softly, hopping over the back of the couch to get to Ran faster. She knelt on the floor beside her friend, wrapping her arms around the bawling Ran and letting Ran cry on her shoulder. They stayed like that for a good ten minutes before Ran calmed down enough to be persuaded up off her knees and onto the couch. And then they sat there together for another hour or so as Ran intermittently cried and explained everything she had been going through with Shinichi over the past four years. Sera listened and held her and let her cry it out in turns, stroking Ran’s hair and dabbing at her face with a handkerchief at appropriate intervals. She spoke soothing words and all of the usual empty platitudes while Ran was going through the worst of it, but when Ran calmed down enough to speak to rationally, Sera suggested, “You know, Ran-chan…even though you and Kudo-kun have all of this history together, have you ever thought that maybe he’s not the one you need to be spending your future with?” Ran froze and blinked. Clearly the thought had never crossed her mind. “Ran-chan, you are one heck of an amazing woman, and you are wasted on that guy. Kudo-kun may be a good man, Ran-chan—he may be cool and heroic and funny and handsome—but if he’s such a sucky boyfriend to you, why are you still wasting your time on him? You can still be friends with him when he has the decency to drop in on you, but I really think you need to dump his ass and find someone who’s gonna be there for you. Love isn’t something that you do on your own. You need two people to make a relationship work, and if he’s never around, you don’t have a real partnership anyway, so…” Sera frowned, biting her lip, as if conflicted about whether to go on or not. “Look, Ran-chan. I care about you a lot. You’re really precious to me, and I can’t stand seeing this guy treating your heart like garbage. You’re special, and you need to be with someone who treats you that way, so…don’t hate me, but I really do think you need to move on.” And in that moment Ran made up her mind. The look in Sera’s eye, the love and concern that was there…the way Sera held her and called her precious… Ran wanted that always. That was what she had been craving in a romantic partner. “I do too,” Ran whispered, leaning in and placing a hesitant kiss to Sera’s lips. To her immense surprise, Sera didn’t recoil in disgust. Instead, the olive-eyed girl leaned into the kiss, deepening it as she put the force of her own feelings behind it. “Then I’d be delighted to help you with that,” Sera whispered, cupping Ran’s cheek and kissing her silly all over again.
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Post by Mikauzoran on Dec 8, 2015 22:58:44 GMT
Okay. Here we go. Getting back on track. dogfish44: "For a change, nobody died."
It was like living directly below a very inconsiderate lumberjack who liked to take his rather clunky boots off one at a time in the dead of night. One boot crashing to the floor would jar Shinichi awake, and then he’d be stuck waiting for the other shoe to drop. That was how Shinichi felt on Conan’s day out with “cousin Kaito”. Shinichi was just waiting for a body to hit the floor. Any minute now. Because that was the way it always was any time he tried to leave the house. Heck, sometimes he didn’t even get that far. Sometimes people broke into the detective agency and killed others or a murder would occur downstairs at Poirot. He went to the beach, and if someone wasn’t nefariously drowned… He attended a cooking class with Sonoko and Ran, and someone was inevitably poisoned. Shinichi couldn’t attend a party, a movie screening, or even a camping trip without tripping over a corpse. Such was his lot in life. It didn’t matter if he went to Hokkaido or Okinawa, some kind of murder, kidnapping, or otherwise heinous plot was sure to follow. And so Shinichi was justifiably expecting to run into some kind of crime today on his outing with Kaito. Any minute now. He was just waiting for someone to collapse at the diner where he and Kaito had breakfast, and with every bank they passed on their downtown stroll, Shinichi was only that much more certain that out of the next one would burst armed robbers, just waiting to involve him in that week’s hostage situation. At the amusement park, he was on the edge, straining his ears to differentiate the screams of those having a lovely adrenaline rush from those being brutally murdered. “Hey, Shin-chan?” Kaito called softly as the fireworks went off overhead. “Are you okay? You seem a little…tense.” Conan shook his head. “It’s just…usually by this time of day I’ve run into at least one case, but…so far, nothing’s happened.” Kaito gave him the most deadpan stare. “Because it’s normal to run into crime every day on your way to the corner bakery.” Conan frowned, fidgeting a bit under Kaito’s unwavering gaze. “Dead bodies are normal for me.” “And that’s exactly why ‘cousin Kaito’ is dragging you out on these little field trips. Because you need a serious break from all of the icky deceased stuff in your life,” Kaito snorted, shaking his head in barely concealed disbelief. “It’s not like I ask for these things to happen around me,” Conan grumbled. Kaito patted him on the head like a trusty bloodhound. “I know. But that doesn’t change the fact that you run towards all the crazy evil stuff the minute that someone screams.” As if on cue, a scream was heard in the background. Conan’s ears perked up, but the scream was soon identified as coming from some prepubescent boy going through the haunted house. Conan relaxed and tuned back into what Kaito was saying. Kaito was currently wearing an “I told you so. Didn’t I tell you so? You’ve just proven my point rather nicely. Thank you.” expression. Conan crossed his arms and sulked. “Just enjoy the fireworks, Shin-chan,” Kaito gently coaxed. And so Shinichi did. Or at least he tried. He was a little jumpy the rest of the night, but between the bouts of suspicion and apprehension that came on whenever anyone in the vast crowd so much as reached into their inside chest pocket, Shinichi actually managed to enjoy himself a little. Ten thirty came, and Conan was safely deposited back on the doorstep of the Mouri Detective Agency. Kaito waved goodbye, and that brought Conan’s day out to a close. Shinichi had left the building, and, for a change, nobody died. Just then, from the restaurant below, Conan heard Azusa let out a high-pitched scream. That was followed, presumably, by Amuro bursting through the door leading back into the kitchen to call in unmasked concern, “Azusa-san?! What’s wrong?!” Azusa predictably answered that he—whoever “he” happened to be this time—was dead. Of course he was. Because Shinichi was cursed. He’d only been spared the entire day thanks to Kaito’s miraculous luck. Clearly Shinichi needed to bottle the magician or find some pretext for always having him around. But for now, he needed to get downstairs because there was yet another murder to solve.
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Post by Mikauzoran on Dec 13, 2015 1:23:03 GMT
Okay. Moving right along. I actually really am pleased with how this turned out, so I hope you enjoy it as well. ichthyophobia: Space!AU. The KAITOU KID is a legendary starship known for evading every authority. Kuroba Kaito is its new captain. (Bonus points for Jii as an AI.)
“Oh, come on!” Kaito hissed, giving the control panel a sound kick. “Some legendary scourge of the galaxy. This ship is a piece of sh—” “—Young Master! Please. Watch your language!” the ship’s AI chirped in alarm. Kaito held his tongue, but he glared obscenities at the floating head that still insisted on treating him like he was eight years old. “Young Master,” it scolded. “Fine. But this ship is still a piece of you know what, Jii-chan. It’s gonna take a lot of work to even get it to be half as awesome as it was when Dad was the captain. I was kind of expecting more out of a legend. As it stands, I’m gonna have to rebuild over a quarter of the insides before I’ll even be able to get it off the ground.” Jii pursed his lips and managed to look awfully hurt for a hologram. “Young Master, do keep in mind that it has been eight whole years since the KAITOU KID last had a captain, a crew, or any maintenance to speak of. I’ve been piloting it around the galaxy by myself in search of your father these past eight years since he disappeared somewhere near the rings of Freya, and I have to say that I did the very best I could. It’s not my fault I’m only an AI. I don’t have any hands, Young Master. I couldn’t do anything to care for the KID, and I was forced to fly around blindly, alone, suffering and worrying about what had become of your father, what would become of me!” Kaito let the computer program cry it out, giving vent to all of the woes and worries that had befallen him over the past decade. Kaito really did feel bad for Jii-chan, but he was much more concerned with getting the KID back in working order and setting off to find his father than bothering with his AI’s sob story. Still… “You’re a good man, Jii-chan, to keep going, keep searching for my old man for so long.” “Young Master…” Jii smiled as happy tears bubbled up at the corners of his eyes, and Kaito could tell that his words meant a lot to the old man. Frankly, Kaito was surprised that Jii was still functioning and that the KID hadn’t run out of power sooner, but he didn’t think that Jii would appreciate his comments, so he kept them to himself and continued working. “You did a good job, Jii-chan,” he assured as he took a look at the wiring (that could be described as “shoddy” at best and “held together by duct tape” at worst) and winced. “We’ll get the KID up and running again, and then we’ll go find my old man.” “Right!” the old assistant cheered with all the enthusiasm of a man fifty years his junior. “Just let me know how I can help, Young Master!” Kaito bit his lip to keep the grimace from showing on his face. “Uh…why don’t you put on some smooth jazz for starters?” “Aye aye, Captain!” Jii responded eagerly, flipping through radio frequencies until he found a suitable jazz station. Kaito chuckled with a grin. He really liked the sound of that. “Captain”. Like his father. He could only hope to be worthy of the title someday.
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Post by Mikauzoran on Dec 15, 2015 13:18:44 GMT
kiddosama: an AU where Kid shrinks during the Conan era and has to live with the Mōri family (for whatever reasons the author decides ). “What do they think this is? A halfway house?” Mouri snorted over his morning paper. “Daaaad,” Ran chided. “Shh. You’ll make Touya-kun feel bad,” she hissed in what probably seemed like a whisper to her but was still perfectly audible to Kaito…er…Touya. “It’s fine,” the shrunken thief sighed, swirling the tofu chunks in his miso round and round the bowl. “I’ll be outta here soon, so don’t worry.” “Touya-kun, you can stay as long as you like until your mom is well enough that she can come for you,” Ran assured, coming over and giving Kaito…Touya a big-sisterly pat on the head. “Thanks, Ran-neechan.” He looked up at her with an earnest grin. “You’ve been really good to me. It’s made…all this…a lot easier.” By “all this”, Ran thought that he meant his mother’s car accident. That was the cover story. Tsukishima Touya was a poor, fatherless child, alone in the world except for his mother…and his super distant cousins of sorts, the Edogawas…and along with that necessarily came some weird, twice- and thrice- removed relationships with Professor Agasa, Haibara Ai, and the Kudo family as well. The family tree seemed to spring some new offshoot every month. By the end of the year, Conan was going to be remotely related to half of Beika if he had to keep making up all of these lies about relations. …But, in all reality, by “all this”, Kuroba Kaito really meant his being attacked by Snake, force-fed some weird poison, and somehow shrunk to the size of a grade-schooler. “It’s okay, Touya-kun,” Ran assured, chipper as always when dealing with children. “You’re welcome, and we’d be more than happy to have you stay here as long as you need.” Touya swirled his tofu counter-clockwise around the bowl once more for good measure before beginning to swirl the other direction. It had all happened so fast for Kaito. He’d woken up tiny in some back alley dumpster, and he’d trudged his way to Beika, to the Professor’s house—the only place he was sure to be safe. Shaking like a newborn kitten, he’d sat in the corner and waited for Conan to arrive. His rival had been unexpectedly kind, and Kaito had found himself with a warm pair of clothes that actually fit, a new name, and a place to stay until they figured it all out. “I mean…I guess I can’t go home like this, can I?” Kaito muttered hollowly as Conan led the dejected thief back to the Detective Agency by the hand. “It’s going to be okay, Kid,” Conan assured. “You’ll adjust.” And Kaito had adjusted…sort of. A week into his tenure as Touya, he was dealing with things a lot better than Shinichi originally had as Conan. Kaito and Shinichi had arranged for Kuroba Kaito to disappear far more smoothly than Kudo Shinichi had, so no friends should question Kaito suddenly going off to preform internationally, and his mother had been notified, so there should be no weird kidnapping scenarios where “Touya’s” mom unexpectedly showed up, so they thought they were in the clear. That was…until one day about a week and a half into Touya’s staying with the Mouris. There was a knock on the door halfway through breakfast, and Ran went to answer it while the boys kept chomping groggily on their omelets. Snippets of Ran’s conversation with their visitor were audible. Among them were: “A friend of mine disappeared a little over a week ago, and I believe he may have contacted Conan-kun for help.” “Of course. Come in,” Ran responded, and suddenly Hakuba Saguru was standing there in the front room. Touya gaped at him even as Hakuba gawked right back. The blonde, however, was the first to recover. Hakuba’s shock turned into a grin of relief. He sighed and smiled, whispering, “Thank goodness. There you are.”
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Post by Mikauzoran on Dec 21, 2015 0:59:44 GMT
Elirius: Ran is sick with the flu and Conan has to take care of her for the day, until Mouri returns home. Delirious Ran thinks Conan is Shinichi turned into a child.
Shinichi had never really nursed anyone when they were sick before. He’d been nursed plenty of times, but when it actually came to nursing…was he supposed to put a cold cloth on her head, or was he supposed to be keeping her warm? Should he be feeding her rice gruel, or was this a chicken noodle soup occasion? Should he go get ice cubes for her to suck on or…? Ran had the flu, and Shinichi was absolutely clueless. He could have taken care of her if it had been a gunshot wound (God forbid), but the flu… It didn’t matter if he were Conan or Shinichi, he was equally useless in this situation. The only advantage height would have given him in his current trial would have been the ability to reach into the medicine cabinet without the use of a stepstool. And really, that wasn’t a big deal. He could not wait for Old Man Mouri to get home…words he never thought he’d ever say…so that the other detective could help take care of Ran. Though, Shinichi somehow doubted that that joker would be able to offer much assistance. Well, at the very least, Mouri would be able to drive Ran to the doctor’s, right? If he wasn’t too drunk, that was. Shinichi sighed at the futility of his circumstances. “Shinichi?” Ran called softly, making the shrunken detective jump. He flew to her side before fully realizing what had just happened. She blinked deliriously at him, seeming confused. “Ran-neechan? Did you need something? Does it hurt anywhere?” he softly ministered to her. “Shinichi…” She squinted at him, reaching out clumsily and cupping his cheek. “Shinichi, you got turned into a little kid!” All he could do was stand there and stare at her with his mouth hanging open. He was almost tempted to laugh because in her fever-scorched mind she had stumbled upon the truth…again, but we weren’t counting those suspicions she was periodically harboring, were we? No. “Ran-neechan, it’s me. It’s Conan,” he tried to persuade her, but like a stubborn child, she insisted that he was really Kudo Shinichi shrunk into the body of a grade school child. Conan had to explain this delusion to Mouri when he came home (thankfully more sober than usual). The detective stared at him blandly and then shook his head. “‘Cause you two look kind of similar, but… Geez. She really must be sick because that’s just ridiculous. I mean, you’re a hundred times better than that loser detective brat,” his benefactor reported with a snort. Shinichi wasn’t really sure how to take that. He decided on replying with a neutral “Thanks” and then focused his efforts on helping Mouri get Ran out into the rental car so that they could take her to the doctor. Hopefully Ran wouldn’t remember any of this and have renewed suspicions of him in the morning.
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Post by Mikauzoran on Dec 23, 2015 2:43:30 GMT
Almost done. Number nineteen! kkrazy256: All the pressure of suppressing emotions/being Kid finally makes Kaito crack and break down. Preferably at a heist where someone sees.
Saguru was completely torn. On one hand, he needed to be there to fill out paperwork and take care of a little boy who had just lost his father and was probably going to end up traumatized for life. It was his duty to make sure that this child was cared for and protected. He needed be there to use his influence, to make sure that things were done properly. On the other hand, he needed to find Kuroba Kaito NOW. Knowing the magician, he was probably catatonic in one way or another. Saguru wasn’t sure if it would be better to find his classmate curled up in a ball in some back alley sobbing and wailing his heart out or if it would be worse to find Kuroba with that damn poker face clamped down so tightly that it appeared as if Kaito didn’t feel a thing. Either way, if Kuroba was letting his feelings out or keeping them bottled up tightly, the magician needed someone to be there for him. To make sure he ate and slept and didn’t lose his mind as he blamed himself for Nightmare’s death. Kaito needed someone to take care of him, and who did he have that he could count on? No one. His mother was probably off having an excellent time in some foreign country, and the Nakamoris wouldn’t be able to understand without opening up a whole other can of worms, so…all that left was an elderly servant…and Hakuba Saguru. The young detective looked around at all of the officers surrounding him. He saw Aoko sitting over in a patrol car, rocking young Kenta, holding him to her chest as he wept and shrieked. Saguru smiled weakly, deeply moved by the scene. That poor child…and good old Aoko. He headed over to them and softly greeted, “Hey. How’s it going?” Aoko shook her head. Her own eyes were red and puffy, the remnants of tears still clinking to her lashes. He bit his lip, hating to ask, but… “Aoko-kun, can you take care of him? Take him home with you tonight and watch over him? I know it’s a lot, but…can I ask you to?” Aoko nodded resolutely, seeming almost offended that he even had to ask. “Absolutely,” she assured. Saguru’s smile widened, eyes softening. “Thank you. I know I can count on you Aoko-kun. …You’re a remarkable woman.” He gave her a quick pat on the arm, and he was off, racing down the streets towards the Kuroba abode He checked the alleys along the way, but he saw nothing. He tried to persuade himself that it was better that way, that Kaito had made it home before he’d started to shut down. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found the front door to the Kuroba house standing open. He was trying to think positively: the open door meant that Kaito had made it home…but he was in such an altered state of mind that he hadn’t had the presence of mind to shut the door behind him. That was bad. Or maybe there had been a break-in! Saguru had to mentally kick himself. It was so easy for his mind to focus on the worst case scenario. He tried desperately to tell himself that this was a good thing because it meant that Kaito wasn’t lying in some dumpster somewhere, lost, alone, and mentally falling to pieces. Kaito was home, and Saguru was there now to make things better…marginally better? Hopefully better. He wouldn’t know until he tried, and Saguru was determined to try all night, if that’s what it took. Saguru took a deep breath and let himself in, calling out for Kaito and then listening hard as he toed off his shoes. He needn’t have strained his ears. Kaito’s hiccups and mutterings were perfectly audible, coming from the living room, just down the main entrance hall. He found the poor, broken magician lying in a heap on the living room floor, half in and half out of his Kid uniform. Everything but the pants and the blue dress shirt had been taken off and left lying about the house in a trail leading back towards the kitchen. So there was his long-sought proof…and at the moment, he didn’t give a damn about it. He called out to Kaito again, but the magician didn’t hear him…couldn’t hear him? Still, Saguru approached slowly, not wanting to alarm the already agitated thief. “Kuroba,” he called experimentally, inching closer. “…Kaito?” he tried again with no success. “Kaito?” he reached out and tentatively touched the thie—his friend, but Kaito didn’t respond. That was when Saguru started to get scared. He had honestly been expecting Kuroba to jump ten feet in the air like a startled cat complete with hissing and curses and…at least some acknowledgement of the contact. If Kaito was so far gone that he wasn’t even reacting to touch… Saguru shivered and then pushed all negative thoughts from his mind. He needed to concentrate on Kaito. Gradually and gingerly Saguru worked on adding touch. He started by reaching out once more and lightly resting his hand on Kaito’s arm for just a few seconds, and then he left it on a little longer, a little longer… Within the hour, he had Kaito curled up in a ball, situated between Saguru’s legs with his head resting on Saguru’s chest. Saguru held him and rocked him and smoothed his hair, whispering pretty lies about how it was all going to be okay. Slowly Kaito’s ramblings started to get more coherent even though Kaito still remained completely unconscious of Saguru’s presence. But Saguru heard his friend mumble about how it had been his own fault that Nightmare was dead, his fault because he’d become Kid. He shouldn’t have done that. He should have gone to the police, but he didn’t, and now it was his fault and he had to lie to everyone. He had to lie to Aoko and his friends and everyone he cared about. And he hated it. He wanted to stop, but he couldn’t, but he couldn’t go on like this any longer. Saguru did his best to argue with the magician, to answer his accusations and refute his claims. Soon Kaito started arguing back. Still he cried and remained largely limp in Saguru’s arms, but he was gradually responding more and more. Just about an hour before the sun rose, Kaito’s tears dried up, and he sat in silence. At first Saguru was afraid that he’d lost Kaito, but it soon became apparent that instead of retreating further into himself, Kaito was, instead, coming out of it. It was about seven twenty in the morning when Kaito blinked and actually looked at Saguru, seemingly confused as to why he was sitting on his living room floor still half in his uniform and wrapped up in the detective’s loose embrace. “H-Hakuba?” Kaito blinked owlishly at him. “Good morning,” Saguru greeted, deliriously happy at the cognizant, unclouded look in Kaito’s eyes. “Are you feeling all right?” Kaito tried to take in his surroundings, but it was all too surreal. It must be a dream. Saguru detangled himself from Kaito and slowly worked himself up to his feet. He then offered a hand up to Kaito (who absentmindedly took it) and helped the magician get steady on his feet. Kaito looked around again. “What exactly…?” Saguru shook his head. “You had a bad night. It’s over now. Why don’t you tidy up the living room a little before I see something I shouldn’t? I’m going to go prepare some breakfast. Any food allergies? Foods you don’t like?” “Fish.” Kaito shuddered, crinkling up his nose. “All right.” Saguru nodded and headed back towards the kitchen. He paused in the doorway and watched as Kaito looked around in a daze. “Don’t think about it for now, okay?” he encouraged the magician. “We’ll talk about it later. For now…just tidy up a bit.” Kaito caught sight of his Kid cape tossed carelessly over the back of the couch and winced. “…Why…? How did…?” Saguru shook his head and urged again, “Just don’t think about it right now. Later, Kuroba. After you’ve eaten.” Kaito shrugged and began to clean up with a sigh. Saguru could only feel like this was the calm before the storm. He’d been given a small reprieve during which to brace himself for the coming impact…or maybe…things wouldn’t be as bad as he imagined.
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neonquincy1217
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Post by neonquincy1217 on Dec 23, 2015 15:06:57 GMT
Oooh, I like the last two. Ran's so spot-on it's not even funny (yet again another reminder to us that Ran was--still IS, hopefully--a super smart girl)... and, uhm... Where do you think we can order a Hakuba Saguru for a friend? I'd like one, please. He's like a less-fluffy version of Baymax or something. XD
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Post by Mikauzoran on Dec 24, 2015 1:31:35 GMT
Hahaha! Hakuba Baymax. I love that. Yeah. I really wish I could order a Hakuba too.
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kkrazy256
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Post by kkrazy256 on Dec 24, 2015 2:12:24 GMT
HakuKai friendship!!! *awkwardly makes grabby hands, trying to join the cuddle fest* I really enjoy their dynamic, and you write them really well Mikau Kaito does seem like the type that forgets to eat if no one reminded him. Thanks for giving your take on the prompt, I really enjoyed it!
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