Post by Hawkens on Apr 21, 2016 0:33:17 GMT
So this is the first thing I've written for Detective Conan. I'm...really not entirely happy with it but I hope the prompter isn't too disappointed, I did my best! Attempted humor!
Prompt: Shiratori fights zombies, traffic jams, and the person he was before realizing Miwako wasn't the one.
Word Count: 923
Sometimes a person is lucky enough to meet someone worthy of walking through hell for. Sometimes all it takes is one moment in time for that person to realize they would fight battles big and small to be with that person.
Shiratori's girl of destiny was worth that and so much more.
...so the prim and proper police officer forcibly reminded himself as the flashing letters announcing his death crawled across this screen.
"So...next time you might try that, only not dying?" the voice of his, well, not friend, but the voice of Fumimaro Ayanokoji was light with barely contained laughter.
Shiratori shot his companion a look as he set aside the controller for the Sega Dreamcast, the opening video for Zombie Revenge starting up once more. "The plot to this game makes no sense at all. If one were really sent out to stop the spread of an unstoppable zombie virus, do you really think just walking up and down the street murdering zombies is the way to do it? Did they even try to track down the leader in any way?! What little video there was to set up the so-called plot-"
"Plot?" his companion interjected with sound suspiciously close to a snigger. "Have you ever actually played a video game, a zombie video game, before?"
If Shiratori didn't know any better he would suspect that he was being mocked, watching with a frown as Ayanokoji rubbed his chipmunk under the chin.
"I still don't see how this is supposed to bring me closer to Sato. I can't imagine a woman of her class and intellect could possibly enjoy something like this." Shiratori responded with a sniff, holding his head high.
"Does that mean you're giving up?"
But...that was just the thing. Sato had made it clear that he was not her type and so if he wanted to be with her, and he did more than anything, then he was going to have to become her type. Which was apparently the complete opposite of who he was currently.
Reminding himself of this he picked up the controller once more with resolve. "Failure is not an option."
*****
"Okay, this one I really don't understand, I was plenty patient before-"
"Are you questioning me?"
"Not...exactly. I just do not see the point in this exercise. Patience is not one of my weak areas so I do not see-"
"You do not see the point so there must be no point?"
"That's...not exactly-"
"Sure, nothing annoying or egotistical about you at all."
Shiratori glared to his left at the person he thought was trying to help him. Of course he was smart enough to understand that complaining was not an attractive quality. But he wasn't trying to complain, he was merely inquiring as to what the point of this was and how it was supposed to help him in his final goal.
"If you don't see the point then you don't want to it." Ayanokoji finally spoke up, giving Shiratori a pointed look. "Maybe there is something to be said for having trust in others even when you do not see it for yourself."
Shiratori stared at him until a sharp honk alerted him to the fact he could drive forward another 5 feet before stopping again.
Ahhhh rush hour.
*****
The streets were bustling with people and if Shiratori had thought about it any further he might not have reacted in time. But as it was he had jerked both an arm and a leg out just seconds after the high pitched shriek had pierced the air, tripping and catching the man attempting to flee with a woman's handbag tucked under his arm.
To his surprise Shiratori soon found none other than Miwako Sato herself in front of him, along with the woman whose bag it was and Wataru Takagi.
Everything in him wanted to regale them with tales of his heroic rescue of the lady's possessions. Perhaps embellish slightly but certainly at least convey the message that he alone had stood between right and wrong and had thwarted evil. Everything in him craved the way Sato could look at him, so impressed and grateful and Takagi could stand off to the side, forgotten in his uselessness.
But he had seen them minutes before the theft. Their hands joined together even as they attempted to be subtle, unable to keep apart for long. The smiles, the waves, the laughter floating between the two of them for months.
Shiratori knew he had lost months ago, maybe longer. The failure was a daily bitterness and pain in his heart but there was no reason to let them know that. His lessons hadn't been for nothing.
He could still be a better person.
"I believe this belongs to you, miss." Shiratori instead directs the words to the victim of the attempted robbery, tugging the criminal away from her.
For the first time he looks at her and she steals his breath away.
"Oh...oh thank you so much, I don't know what I would've done if he had-"
"It was...no trouble." Shiratori interrupted her as he tried to hide his gaping.
She looked exactly like Sato...no...exactly like his dream girl, like that girl from so many years ago, like...like...
Electricity shot through him as their hands brushed as she retook her bag. A pretty blush colored her cheeks slightly and Shiratori, finally realizing he was staring, forced himself to look away.
Perhaps he had not lost after all.
Prompt: Shiratori fights zombies, traffic jams, and the person he was before realizing Miwako wasn't the one.
Word Count: 923
Change For Love
By: Hawkens
By: Hawkens
Sometimes a person is lucky enough to meet someone worthy of walking through hell for. Sometimes all it takes is one moment in time for that person to realize they would fight battles big and small to be with that person.
Shiratori's girl of destiny was worth that and so much more.
...so the prim and proper police officer forcibly reminded himself as the flashing letters announcing his death crawled across this screen.
"So...next time you might try that, only not dying?" the voice of his, well, not friend, but the voice of Fumimaro Ayanokoji was light with barely contained laughter.
Shiratori shot his companion a look as he set aside the controller for the Sega Dreamcast, the opening video for Zombie Revenge starting up once more. "The plot to this game makes no sense at all. If one were really sent out to stop the spread of an unstoppable zombie virus, do you really think just walking up and down the street murdering zombies is the way to do it? Did they even try to track down the leader in any way?! What little video there was to set up the so-called plot-"
"Plot?" his companion interjected with sound suspiciously close to a snigger. "Have you ever actually played a video game, a zombie video game, before?"
If Shiratori didn't know any better he would suspect that he was being mocked, watching with a frown as Ayanokoji rubbed his chipmunk under the chin.
"I still don't see how this is supposed to bring me closer to Sato. I can't imagine a woman of her class and intellect could possibly enjoy something like this." Shiratori responded with a sniff, holding his head high.
"Does that mean you're giving up?"
But...that was just the thing. Sato had made it clear that he was not her type and so if he wanted to be with her, and he did more than anything, then he was going to have to become her type. Which was apparently the complete opposite of who he was currently.
Reminding himself of this he picked up the controller once more with resolve. "Failure is not an option."
*****
"Okay, this one I really don't understand, I was plenty patient before-"
"Are you questioning me?"
"Not...exactly. I just do not see the point in this exercise. Patience is not one of my weak areas so I do not see-"
"You do not see the point so there must be no point?"
"That's...not exactly-"
"Sure, nothing annoying or egotistical about you at all."
Shiratori glared to his left at the person he thought was trying to help him. Of course he was smart enough to understand that complaining was not an attractive quality. But he wasn't trying to complain, he was merely inquiring as to what the point of this was and how it was supposed to help him in his final goal.
"If you don't see the point then you don't want to it." Ayanokoji finally spoke up, giving Shiratori a pointed look. "Maybe there is something to be said for having trust in others even when you do not see it for yourself."
Shiratori stared at him until a sharp honk alerted him to the fact he could drive forward another 5 feet before stopping again.
Ahhhh rush hour.
*****
The streets were bustling with people and if Shiratori had thought about it any further he might not have reacted in time. But as it was he had jerked both an arm and a leg out just seconds after the high pitched shriek had pierced the air, tripping and catching the man attempting to flee with a woman's handbag tucked under his arm.
To his surprise Shiratori soon found none other than Miwako Sato herself in front of him, along with the woman whose bag it was and Wataru Takagi.
Everything in him wanted to regale them with tales of his heroic rescue of the lady's possessions. Perhaps embellish slightly but certainly at least convey the message that he alone had stood between right and wrong and had thwarted evil. Everything in him craved the way Sato could look at him, so impressed and grateful and Takagi could stand off to the side, forgotten in his uselessness.
But he had seen them minutes before the theft. Their hands joined together even as they attempted to be subtle, unable to keep apart for long. The smiles, the waves, the laughter floating between the two of them for months.
Shiratori knew he had lost months ago, maybe longer. The failure was a daily bitterness and pain in his heart but there was no reason to let them know that. His lessons hadn't been for nothing.
He could still be a better person.
"I believe this belongs to you, miss." Shiratori instead directs the words to the victim of the attempted robbery, tugging the criminal away from her.
For the first time he looks at her and she steals his breath away.
"Oh...oh thank you so much, I don't know what I would've done if he had-"
"It was...no trouble." Shiratori interrupted her as he tried to hide his gaping.
She looked exactly like Sato...no...exactly like his dream girl, like that girl from so many years ago, like...like...
Electricity shot through him as their hands brushed as she retook her bag. A pretty blush colored her cheeks slightly and Shiratori, finally realizing he was staring, forced himself to look away.
Perhaps he had not lost after all.