Prompt Exchange #2: Of Teamwork or Lack Thereof
Dec 15, 2015 20:18:44 GMT
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Post by stelraetnae on Dec 15, 2015 20:18:44 GMT
I have to say, this was real fun to write, haha. Hope you enjoy it!
Wordcount: 939
Prompt: “What do you mean you lost the key to the handcuffs?!”
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“KID!!!”
“This never gets old,” Kid commented to Conan conversationally before turning back to the glaring pair, a disarming smile on his lips. It only served to make the duo more incensed. The thief feigned a tearful pout.
“But... But I just wanted to give you two some nice bonding time,” he intoned like admonished little girl, eyes wide and filled with crocodile tears. “I just wanted to see two of my most loyal fans getting along.” He produced a large pink handkerchief from a pocket and dabbed an eye with it.
“Whatever! Just unlock this... atrocity!” Hakuba looked at the offending item like it was a particularly vile slug, though whether more disgust was attributed to its fluffy pink nature or the person it had the misfortune to attach him to was debatable. The latter seemed likely, considering how his annoyed glare transferred towards the tanned teen.
“Oi, I don't want to be handcuffed to you any more than you do!” Heiji snapped, his movements jiggling the short chain that linked the handcuffs currently gracing their wrists. “Kid! Hurry up!”
“Fine, fine.” Kid started digging around in his pockets, producing multicolored scarves, tinsel, chewing gum, five pigeons, more playing cards than anyone could keep track of, an exact replica of his hat...
“Oh! So that's where it was! I was looking for it last week,” Kid exclaimed, holding the top hat up to the light for inspection.
“KID!!!”
He pouted at the duo as he tucked the hat back into his suit pocket. “Hasn't anyone taught you both that patience is a virtue?”
Three juggling balls, a half-eaten bar of chocolate, more scarves, a long wooden baton that really had no reason to be able to fit into any kind of coat pocket, paper flowers, a bottle of moisturizer, ribbons, a crushed packet of cheese crackers...
“Huh. Looks like I lost the key.”
Ticks appeared simultaneously on the two teen detectives' foreheads.
“What do you mean you lost the key to the handcuffs?!”
The thief shared a meaningful look with Conan, who returned it deadpan. “See? They're in sync already.”
Kid cackled as the terrible duo charged his way, flipping nimbly over their heads. Unable to stop their momentum, they crashed into a display case containing an expensive-looking Oriental hairpiece, cracking the glass. The alarm went off with a vengeance. Conan facepalmed.
As expected, Heiji was the faster one to recover from the fall, springing to his feet with the resilience only expected of a kendo practitioner, lunging again at the elusive phantom thief. Of course, being Heiji, he had completely forgotten about the person still attached to him (or just plain didn't care).
Thus, he sprang, getting a good two steps away before the handcuff chain drew taut and snapped his hand back.
Conan winced in sympathy.
“OWW! What the hell?” He rubbed at the fast reddening line where the handcuff had cut into his wrist. Even with its fluffy lining, the force that he pulled it with had to have hurt.
“GODDAMMIT I SHOULD BE THE ONE ASKING YOU THAT!”
The shrunken detective blinked. “Wow, I've never seen Hakuba...-nii-san blow up like that before.”
“Then you probably haven't been around him enough.” Kid was snickering. “You know that he's really losing it when he starts swearing in English. That bocchama knows some mean stuff.”
A condition which he was currently displaying to full power right this moment. The Brit could give Nakamori-keibu a run for his money, Conan decided, not sure to be impressed or mildly horrified.
“Now, now, there are children in attendance, London-gairi-no-tantei-san!” Kid called out.
“Oi!” Conan did not appreciate being called a child, let alone by a madcap magician.
This appeared to have had a calming effect on the blond detective. He took a deep breath. “Hattori-kun. As much as I abhor the very idea, we can resolve this much quicker if we work together.” Or not. That tone was downright dangerous.
Heiji snorted through his nostrils a little, but didn't bait him further. “Fine. I'll go with your plan this time.”
“Oh darling, our cute children are all grown up now! Look at how well they're getting along!”
Conan didn't bother deigning that sugary proclamation with any sort of reply.
Kid smirked, voice turning back to his usual smooth tones. “But looks like this is my cue to leave! It's been a pleasure, tantei-san, tantei-han, and of course, tantei-kun, as always my best audience.”
As one, the two teen detectives lunged at the thief, but with a little tip of his hat, the magician disappeared in a puff of pink smoke.
A little while later, after some surprisingly skilled lock-picking courtesy of Hakuba (“Huh, didn't peg you to be the type to know how to pick locks.” “I learned it when I first started researching Kid's methods.”), the two archenemies were once again free from each other. Except that rather than hightailing in opposite directions, were walking side by side in intense but for once not violent discussion, with Conan trailing bemusedly behind.
“We'll get him next time,” Heiji swore, fire in his eyes.
To which Hakuba nodded. “Of course.”
Conan couldn't help the quirk of his lips even as he let out a final sigh at the whole fiasco, tucking his hands in his pockets. “You better watch out, Kid, you've made a monster.”
“But that's what keeps the chase interesting, wouldn't you agree, tantei-kun?” Kid's voice whispered silkily in his ear, but when he spun around, the thief was nowhere to be seen.
Wordcount: 939
Prompt: “What do you mean you lost the key to the handcuffs?!”
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“KID!!!”
“This never gets old,” Kid commented to Conan conversationally before turning back to the glaring pair, a disarming smile on his lips. It only served to make the duo more incensed. The thief feigned a tearful pout.
“But... But I just wanted to give you two some nice bonding time,” he intoned like admonished little girl, eyes wide and filled with crocodile tears. “I just wanted to see two of my most loyal fans getting along.” He produced a large pink handkerchief from a pocket and dabbed an eye with it.
“Whatever! Just unlock this... atrocity!” Hakuba looked at the offending item like it was a particularly vile slug, though whether more disgust was attributed to its fluffy pink nature or the person it had the misfortune to attach him to was debatable. The latter seemed likely, considering how his annoyed glare transferred towards the tanned teen.
“Oi, I don't want to be handcuffed to you any more than you do!” Heiji snapped, his movements jiggling the short chain that linked the handcuffs currently gracing their wrists. “Kid! Hurry up!”
“Fine, fine.” Kid started digging around in his pockets, producing multicolored scarves, tinsel, chewing gum, five pigeons, more playing cards than anyone could keep track of, an exact replica of his hat...
“Oh! So that's where it was! I was looking for it last week,” Kid exclaimed, holding the top hat up to the light for inspection.
“KID!!!”
He pouted at the duo as he tucked the hat back into his suit pocket. “Hasn't anyone taught you both that patience is a virtue?”
Three juggling balls, a half-eaten bar of chocolate, more scarves, a long wooden baton that really had no reason to be able to fit into any kind of coat pocket, paper flowers, a bottle of moisturizer, ribbons, a crushed packet of cheese crackers...
“Huh. Looks like I lost the key.”
Ticks appeared simultaneously on the two teen detectives' foreheads.
“What do you mean you lost the key to the handcuffs?!”
The thief shared a meaningful look with Conan, who returned it deadpan. “See? They're in sync already.”
Kid cackled as the terrible duo charged his way, flipping nimbly over their heads. Unable to stop their momentum, they crashed into a display case containing an expensive-looking Oriental hairpiece, cracking the glass. The alarm went off with a vengeance. Conan facepalmed.
As expected, Heiji was the faster one to recover from the fall, springing to his feet with the resilience only expected of a kendo practitioner, lunging again at the elusive phantom thief. Of course, being Heiji, he had completely forgotten about the person still attached to him (or just plain didn't care).
Thus, he sprang, getting a good two steps away before the handcuff chain drew taut and snapped his hand back.
Conan winced in sympathy.
“OWW! What the hell?” He rubbed at the fast reddening line where the handcuff had cut into his wrist. Even with its fluffy lining, the force that he pulled it with had to have hurt.
“GODDAMMIT I SHOULD BE THE ONE ASKING YOU THAT!”
The shrunken detective blinked. “Wow, I've never seen Hakuba...-nii-san blow up like that before.”
“Then you probably haven't been around him enough.” Kid was snickering. “You know that he's really losing it when he starts swearing in English. That bocchama knows some mean stuff.”
A condition which he was currently displaying to full power right this moment. The Brit could give Nakamori-keibu a run for his money, Conan decided, not sure to be impressed or mildly horrified.
“Now, now, there are children in attendance, London-gairi-no-tantei-san!” Kid called out.
“Oi!” Conan did not appreciate being called a child, let alone by a madcap magician.
This appeared to have had a calming effect on the blond detective. He took a deep breath. “Hattori-kun. As much as I abhor the very idea, we can resolve this much quicker if we work together.” Or not. That tone was downright dangerous.
Heiji snorted through his nostrils a little, but didn't bait him further. “Fine. I'll go with your plan this time.”
“Oh darling, our cute children are all grown up now! Look at how well they're getting along!”
Conan didn't bother deigning that sugary proclamation with any sort of reply.
Kid smirked, voice turning back to his usual smooth tones. “But looks like this is my cue to leave! It's been a pleasure, tantei-san, tantei-han, and of course, tantei-kun, as always my best audience.”
As one, the two teen detectives lunged at the thief, but with a little tip of his hat, the magician disappeared in a puff of pink smoke.
A little while later, after some surprisingly skilled lock-picking courtesy of Hakuba (“Huh, didn't peg you to be the type to know how to pick locks.” “I learned it when I first started researching Kid's methods.”), the two archenemies were once again free from each other. Except that rather than hightailing in opposite directions, were walking side by side in intense but for once not violent discussion, with Conan trailing bemusedly behind.
“We'll get him next time,” Heiji swore, fire in his eyes.
To which Hakuba nodded. “Of course.”
Conan couldn't help the quirk of his lips even as he let out a final sigh at the whole fiasco, tucking his hands in his pockets. “You better watch out, Kid, you've made a monster.”
“But that's what keeps the chase interesting, wouldn't you agree, tantei-kun?” Kid's voice whispered silkily in his ear, but when he spun around, the thief was nowhere to be seen.