Post by Cesela on Jul 24, 2016 23:31:47 GMT
I couldn't come up with any titles
Note; I've had a terrible last two weeks with a lot of stress in real life; this has unfortunately influenced my ability to write anything. And so, this is probably the worst thing I've ever written. I don't like the tone of it it got far.... angstier I guess then I anticipated --> And I had a thousand ideas when I got the prompt. Which I absoulutely love. I'd really like to try them out at a later date when my writing muse will let me do something more then staring lost at the computer screen. Again, I'm sorry about the terrible story.
Prompt: "Any genderbend that doesn't involve female Shinichi, because we need more genderbent characters in this fandom. Preferably Heiji or Kazuha, but no holds barred on this prompt."
Summary: Or where I just genderbend everyone but Shinichi. And somethings never changes.
Pairings: HeiShin, HeiKaz, ShinRan
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There was that feeling in the bottom of his stomach that drowned out the terror from the Mystery Coaster ride by a mile. It was acrid and growing as it clawed itself up to his chest. His voice turned to a whisper and finally the last cry of a name got stuck in his throat. He is leaving…
Mouri Ranma (or just Ran to his closest friends) had the terrible feeling that he would never see his childhood friend again. He could do nothing but watch Kudou Shinichi’s retreating back as he was swallowed up by the shadows of the park.
Later that evening he met Edogawa Conan.
…
Shinichi had been Ran’s friend as long as he could remember. The detective otaku was brilliant and intelligent, outgoing, popular amongst his peers and exceled at almost everything he put his mind to. In contrast, Ran felt as though he was just an entourage or wallpaper in background. He was shy and silent, more delicate then handsome; once or twice he had been mistaken for a girl.
The only place he could really feel like a real person was whenever he as in the karate ring. No one cared about his faults in there. The usual timid, kind-hearted boy could let go of his social restrictions and show his real strength. Every time he went into that ring, he knew that Shinichi would be in the crowd watching and cheering; and it gave Ran the strength to beat any opponent.
In short, his entire world revolved around Shinichi. With an absent father and an alcoholic freelancer detective as a mother, Ran had spent most of his childhood at Shinichi’s; and more so after Shinichi’s own parents had left him alone to travel the world. It was always them against the world – though why Shinichi kept sticking with him through everything, Ran did not know.
But now, Shinichi was gone, and he was left alone at loss at what to do. Conan was a large help in keeping him busy. Whenever Ran looked worried or sad, the boy would take him out or suggest a game. The same things Shinichi used to do whenever Ran felt lonely and dejected as a kid. The likeness between the two were uncanny. However, sometimes he would sneak out to his childhood friend’s house and look for clues as to where the detective could have gone. The last few weeks had turned up few inklings as to his whereabouts. Only shadows in the corner and Shinichi’s voice on the phone proved that he was still alive.
Ran could not stop worry one bit. What if Shinichi’s disappearance were more sinister? There were this ache in his heart that told him the detective was hiding something more than simply running off on an investigation. Not once had they kept something secret towards each other in their entire life; Ran new well the first time Shinichi had kissed a girl at the age of fourteen. Or when Ran liberated the neighbour’s cat from its leash when she was six and thought leashes was a terrible thing.
So wherever Shinichi had gone; Ran hoped more than anything that he was safe, and that one day soon he would come back and tell Ran all about his travels. However, when the detective finally did come back; it was not the grand and tearful reunion that Ran had expected.
…
It started with a sharp noise as the door to the Kisaki Agency slammed open. The cups on the table jingled as the vibration echoed through the room. Kisaki Eri woke with a sharp jerk and a snore from where she had been dosing off behind her office table – the jerk sending the papers laying in disarray on the desk flying. Waving her hands in desperation, she managed to grab one piece of paper, the rest fluttered around her like deformed snowflakes.
Eri opened her mouth prepared to scold whoever had dared to waken her so abruptly from her morning nap, but the words died on her lips as a young woman stepped into her office.
Her gait swayed lightly as she stepped further into the room from the large backpack on her shoulder. Most of her face were hidden within the shadows of a cap – the peak trusted too far to properly gauge her eyes. Her skin was of a dark bronze shade, with dark hair braided into a tail and hung floppily over her shoulder.
Ran put the phone down slowly and turned to face their guest. He opened his mouth to welcome her to their humble abode, however the girl interrupted him before the words could form on his lips.
“Where is Kudou Shinichi?” she hissed with something akin to venom in her voice. “And don’t lie to me. I know he is here somewhere.” The girl lifted her head to glare up at Ran with confident fire flickering in her eyes. “So hurry up and bring out Kudou Shinichi!”
Ran’s heart skipped a beat in surprise at the mention of his childhood friend. His head swam with panicked thoughts of why another young, beautiful woman would come to the Kisaki Agency in the search of the teen detective. Last time one had pretended to be Shinichi’s girlfriend. Swallowing down the feeling he tried dissuading the accusations.
But, as the day went on. It seems this woman – a Hattori Heiji, detective of the west – somehow knew Shinichi better then Ran had ever done. And if that did not bring a disappointed bile in the back of his throat, nothing else would. He stood in the background once more as Shinichi and Hattori interacted. Only thrice under the entire meeting had Shinichi looked at him. And as Shinichi left; once more without a goodby, Ran was left back with the feeling that their friendship would never again be the same.
When Shinichi had said with a burning gaze as they met; “Wait for me ran. Soon. It’ll all be over soon.” Ran had believed him wholeheartedly. Everything would be back to normal again. He had swallowed his tears and the urge to envelop the detective in a tight hug. But Shinichi had had no eyes for him; only for the female detective.
The jealousy had rung hollow in his chest; for Ran had long since accepted that his feelings would go unrequited. Shinichi liked girls, and he was alright with that knowing he held the spot as best friend.
It did not seem like it anymore.
…
Hattori Heiji kept showing up everywhere he turned looking for Shinichi. She quickly showed to be resilient, clever and on par with his childhood friend. She was loyal and Ran didn’t have the heart to hate her. She was perfect in every way; competitive, intelligent and beautiful. Ran could never compare with her; and he was okay with it. No matter what their relationship was, Shinichi seemed to pay as much attention to her as he did to Ran.
Hattori was a nice person, even inviting Ran, Conan and his mother to Osaka.
…
The small restaurant was crowded with people and noise. They had been lucky to find free seats by the bar counter. Ran and Conan watched with curiosity as the chief made hot cakes. The boy turned towards Ran with an eager smile; his eyes gleaming behind the glasses.
“Osaka really is a great place, Ran-niichan!”
Ran responded with a soft smile and a nod. He was glad to see Conan so relaxed for once; usually he walked around as though the entire world was on his shoulders. Sometimes, she wondered what he had gone through in his short life to be both attentive to his surroundings and other people’s moods. “It sure is, Conan-kun!”
Not long after the words had left his lips, before a shadow cast above their seat. Ran turned his head on reflex, eyes narrowing as the hairs on the back of his neck bristled. He had had the strange feeling that someone had been following them all day.
The sight that met him was of a tall, lean man in a mustard coloured knitted sweater. He had a pointed face, with brown hair put back into a short ponytail. He generated an aura of tight-lit anger from every step before sliding in to the seat next to Conan.
Ran’s heart jumped to his throat at the surprise; a part of him not liking seeing such an enraged person sitting next to a small, defenceless child. “That’s our friends –”
The stranger didn’t look in his direction; he stared into the air in front of him as he leaned his head on the palm of his hands. “You must be Kudou.”
Ran blinked in surprise. Not only had the words spoken with a controlled, monotone voice, but once again a stranger had come seek out Shinichi though Ran. Before he could respond, the teen continued speaking, turning towards them with an expression of uncontained jealousy and spitefulness.
“Oshizu talks about you a lot. Someone just like you.”
Ran’s stomach dropped and was filled with numbing ice cubes. How many women did Shinichi have in his life? The very thought that Shinichi kept more secrets were upsetting. Was this why Shinichi had gone up and left all those weeks ago? To be with women across the country? He shook his head; he knew Shinichi. Knew Shinichi was better than that. But the gnawing feeling generated from the stranger’s expression told him there were something between the detective and this Oshizu-person.
He bit lip to keep it from trembling. He vaguely noticed how Conan had frozen in his seat and inched backwards towards him.
“Don’t play dumb, I already know exactly what happened.” The stranger continued, and he kept talking without any input from Ran as though he had prepared the speech a hundred times.
“Don’t lie”
“You must be that boy Oshizu talks about. The boy he met in Tokyo. That Kudou boy.”
Ran’s heart continued aching as the one-sided conversation continued. His head dropped forward and his throat constricted painfully. How had he not known that Shinichi was dating anyone? They very thought that Shinichi did not trust him anymore hurt more than a thousand needles to his chest; and Ran wondered for just a few moments if he had done something wrong to chase Shinichi away. Perhaps his childhood friend had figured out he had feelings for him?
“I can tell you something right now,” the man waved a fist in Ran’s direction. Fires flickered in his eyes as he hissed with venom. Even without having any deduction skills; Ran could clearly tell that this person was trained in a martial art. “I have always been friends with Heiji, and in the past with a bond of steel. If you want to make a move on Heiji, you have to go through me first.”
“Kazuha, what are you doing here?” A light, confused voice shot in, effectively interrupting the stranger’s ranting. And five pairs of eyes snapped in the newcomer’s arrival. Hattori cocked his head in confusion as he peered at them with open curiosity.
Kazuha’s lips curled upwards as he spitted out; eyes darting in the direction of Ran. “I came out to take a good look at this Kudou-person, Oshizu."
Hattori flushed; angry red blotches spread across her cheeks. The smile died as his voice turned into ice. “I told you, Kazuha. My name is Heiji. HEIJI. I’m a detective; not the wife.”
There was a second of silent glaring and unvoiced words, before Kazuha slumped his shoulders. A hand came up to scratch his head; the motion pulling some brown strands from the pony tail. “Sorry Heiji; I forgot.”
Ran and Conan shared a look. There were definitely a story behind that; and it only took him a few seconds before realizing what. Heiji and Oshizu were names from the novel Zenigata Heiji. A detective and the stay home wife.
He ducked his head; his chest filling with both envy and veneration – of Heiji’s strong will and refusal to back down to social expectations. Perhaps if he had been stronger Shinichi would not have left him.
As things were explained and the situation absolved; Ran found himself actually liking Kazuha. Aside from his temporarily stalking, he was an overall great guy. They also found they had a lot in common. They were both in love with someone unattainable.
................
TBC
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I've never read 'Zenigata Heiji', so I don't really know the relationship with the two. I only created that in an excuse to continue calling a female version of Heiji, Heiji. Kazuha is apparantly a name that goes for either gender. I kind of had to ignore Sonoko as I didn't have time to figure out what to do with her name. And I sort of just switched Eri and Kogorou; it was easier. The entire thing is just cheesy.
The idea was born from something I read in one of the posts in here (I couldn't find it again): but someone said that switching the gender of one, would mean their homosexual relationship isn't good enough.
Lastly; when I was trying to figure out what I wanted FemHeiji to look like, I doodle a picture. It's not very good, and just a quick picture. But I hope you like it either way.
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Note; I've had a terrible last two weeks with a lot of stress in real life; this has unfortunately influenced my ability to write anything. And so, this is probably the worst thing I've ever written. I don't like the tone of it it got far.... angstier I guess then I anticipated --> And I had a thousand ideas when I got the prompt. Which I absoulutely love. I'd really like to try them out at a later date when my writing muse will let me do something more then staring lost at the computer screen. Again, I'm sorry about the terrible story.
Prompt: "Any genderbend that doesn't involve female Shinichi, because we need more genderbent characters in this fandom. Preferably Heiji or Kazuha, but no holds barred on this prompt."
Summary: Or where I just genderbend everyone but Shinichi. And somethings never changes.
Pairings: HeiShin, HeiKaz, ShinRan
__________________________________________________________________
There was that feeling in the bottom of his stomach that drowned out the terror from the Mystery Coaster ride by a mile. It was acrid and growing as it clawed itself up to his chest. His voice turned to a whisper and finally the last cry of a name got stuck in his throat. He is leaving…
Mouri Ranma (or just Ran to his closest friends) had the terrible feeling that he would never see his childhood friend again. He could do nothing but watch Kudou Shinichi’s retreating back as he was swallowed up by the shadows of the park.
Later that evening he met Edogawa Conan.
…
Shinichi had been Ran’s friend as long as he could remember. The detective otaku was brilliant and intelligent, outgoing, popular amongst his peers and exceled at almost everything he put his mind to. In contrast, Ran felt as though he was just an entourage or wallpaper in background. He was shy and silent, more delicate then handsome; once or twice he had been mistaken for a girl.
The only place he could really feel like a real person was whenever he as in the karate ring. No one cared about his faults in there. The usual timid, kind-hearted boy could let go of his social restrictions and show his real strength. Every time he went into that ring, he knew that Shinichi would be in the crowd watching and cheering; and it gave Ran the strength to beat any opponent.
In short, his entire world revolved around Shinichi. With an absent father and an alcoholic freelancer detective as a mother, Ran had spent most of his childhood at Shinichi’s; and more so after Shinichi’s own parents had left him alone to travel the world. It was always them against the world – though why Shinichi kept sticking with him through everything, Ran did not know.
But now, Shinichi was gone, and he was left alone at loss at what to do. Conan was a large help in keeping him busy. Whenever Ran looked worried or sad, the boy would take him out or suggest a game. The same things Shinichi used to do whenever Ran felt lonely and dejected as a kid. The likeness between the two were uncanny. However, sometimes he would sneak out to his childhood friend’s house and look for clues as to where the detective could have gone. The last few weeks had turned up few inklings as to his whereabouts. Only shadows in the corner and Shinichi’s voice on the phone proved that he was still alive.
Ran could not stop worry one bit. What if Shinichi’s disappearance were more sinister? There were this ache in his heart that told him the detective was hiding something more than simply running off on an investigation. Not once had they kept something secret towards each other in their entire life; Ran new well the first time Shinichi had kissed a girl at the age of fourteen. Or when Ran liberated the neighbour’s cat from its leash when she was six and thought leashes was a terrible thing.
So wherever Shinichi had gone; Ran hoped more than anything that he was safe, and that one day soon he would come back and tell Ran all about his travels. However, when the detective finally did come back; it was not the grand and tearful reunion that Ran had expected.
…
It started with a sharp noise as the door to the Kisaki Agency slammed open. The cups on the table jingled as the vibration echoed through the room. Kisaki Eri woke with a sharp jerk and a snore from where she had been dosing off behind her office table – the jerk sending the papers laying in disarray on the desk flying. Waving her hands in desperation, she managed to grab one piece of paper, the rest fluttered around her like deformed snowflakes.
Eri opened her mouth prepared to scold whoever had dared to waken her so abruptly from her morning nap, but the words died on her lips as a young woman stepped into her office.
Her gait swayed lightly as she stepped further into the room from the large backpack on her shoulder. Most of her face were hidden within the shadows of a cap – the peak trusted too far to properly gauge her eyes. Her skin was of a dark bronze shade, with dark hair braided into a tail and hung floppily over her shoulder.
Ran put the phone down slowly and turned to face their guest. He opened his mouth to welcome her to their humble abode, however the girl interrupted him before the words could form on his lips.
“Where is Kudou Shinichi?” she hissed with something akin to venom in her voice. “And don’t lie to me. I know he is here somewhere.” The girl lifted her head to glare up at Ran with confident fire flickering in her eyes. “So hurry up and bring out Kudou Shinichi!”
Ran’s heart skipped a beat in surprise at the mention of his childhood friend. His head swam with panicked thoughts of why another young, beautiful woman would come to the Kisaki Agency in the search of the teen detective. Last time one had pretended to be Shinichi’s girlfriend. Swallowing down the feeling he tried dissuading the accusations.
But, as the day went on. It seems this woman – a Hattori Heiji, detective of the west – somehow knew Shinichi better then Ran had ever done. And if that did not bring a disappointed bile in the back of his throat, nothing else would. He stood in the background once more as Shinichi and Hattori interacted. Only thrice under the entire meeting had Shinichi looked at him. And as Shinichi left; once more without a goodby, Ran was left back with the feeling that their friendship would never again be the same.
When Shinichi had said with a burning gaze as they met; “Wait for me ran. Soon. It’ll all be over soon.” Ran had believed him wholeheartedly. Everything would be back to normal again. He had swallowed his tears and the urge to envelop the detective in a tight hug. But Shinichi had had no eyes for him; only for the female detective.
The jealousy had rung hollow in his chest; for Ran had long since accepted that his feelings would go unrequited. Shinichi liked girls, and he was alright with that knowing he held the spot as best friend.
It did not seem like it anymore.
…
Hattori Heiji kept showing up everywhere he turned looking for Shinichi. She quickly showed to be resilient, clever and on par with his childhood friend. She was loyal and Ran didn’t have the heart to hate her. She was perfect in every way; competitive, intelligent and beautiful. Ran could never compare with her; and he was okay with it. No matter what their relationship was, Shinichi seemed to pay as much attention to her as he did to Ran.
Hattori was a nice person, even inviting Ran, Conan and his mother to Osaka.
…
The small restaurant was crowded with people and noise. They had been lucky to find free seats by the bar counter. Ran and Conan watched with curiosity as the chief made hot cakes. The boy turned towards Ran with an eager smile; his eyes gleaming behind the glasses.
“Osaka really is a great place, Ran-niichan!”
Ran responded with a soft smile and a nod. He was glad to see Conan so relaxed for once; usually he walked around as though the entire world was on his shoulders. Sometimes, she wondered what he had gone through in his short life to be both attentive to his surroundings and other people’s moods. “It sure is, Conan-kun!”
Not long after the words had left his lips, before a shadow cast above their seat. Ran turned his head on reflex, eyes narrowing as the hairs on the back of his neck bristled. He had had the strange feeling that someone had been following them all day.
The sight that met him was of a tall, lean man in a mustard coloured knitted sweater. He had a pointed face, with brown hair put back into a short ponytail. He generated an aura of tight-lit anger from every step before sliding in to the seat next to Conan.
Ran’s heart jumped to his throat at the surprise; a part of him not liking seeing such an enraged person sitting next to a small, defenceless child. “That’s our friends –”
The stranger didn’t look in his direction; he stared into the air in front of him as he leaned his head on the palm of his hands. “You must be Kudou.”
Ran blinked in surprise. Not only had the words spoken with a controlled, monotone voice, but once again a stranger had come seek out Shinichi though Ran. Before he could respond, the teen continued speaking, turning towards them with an expression of uncontained jealousy and spitefulness.
“Oshizu talks about you a lot. Someone just like you.”
Ran’s stomach dropped and was filled with numbing ice cubes. How many women did Shinichi have in his life? The very thought that Shinichi kept more secrets were upsetting. Was this why Shinichi had gone up and left all those weeks ago? To be with women across the country? He shook his head; he knew Shinichi. Knew Shinichi was better than that. But the gnawing feeling generated from the stranger’s expression told him there were something between the detective and this Oshizu-person.
He bit lip to keep it from trembling. He vaguely noticed how Conan had frozen in his seat and inched backwards towards him.
“Don’t play dumb, I already know exactly what happened.” The stranger continued, and he kept talking without any input from Ran as though he had prepared the speech a hundred times.
“Don’t lie”
“You must be that boy Oshizu talks about. The boy he met in Tokyo. That Kudou boy.”
Ran’s heart continued aching as the one-sided conversation continued. His head dropped forward and his throat constricted painfully. How had he not known that Shinichi was dating anyone? They very thought that Shinichi did not trust him anymore hurt more than a thousand needles to his chest; and Ran wondered for just a few moments if he had done something wrong to chase Shinichi away. Perhaps his childhood friend had figured out he had feelings for him?
“I can tell you something right now,” the man waved a fist in Ran’s direction. Fires flickered in his eyes as he hissed with venom. Even without having any deduction skills; Ran could clearly tell that this person was trained in a martial art. “I have always been friends with Heiji, and in the past with a bond of steel. If you want to make a move on Heiji, you have to go through me first.”
“Kazuha, what are you doing here?” A light, confused voice shot in, effectively interrupting the stranger’s ranting. And five pairs of eyes snapped in the newcomer’s arrival. Hattori cocked his head in confusion as he peered at them with open curiosity.
Kazuha’s lips curled upwards as he spitted out; eyes darting in the direction of Ran. “I came out to take a good look at this Kudou-person, Oshizu."
Hattori flushed; angry red blotches spread across her cheeks. The smile died as his voice turned into ice. “I told you, Kazuha. My name is Heiji. HEIJI. I’m a detective; not the wife.”
There was a second of silent glaring and unvoiced words, before Kazuha slumped his shoulders. A hand came up to scratch his head; the motion pulling some brown strands from the pony tail. “Sorry Heiji; I forgot.”
Ran and Conan shared a look. There were definitely a story behind that; and it only took him a few seconds before realizing what. Heiji and Oshizu were names from the novel Zenigata Heiji. A detective and the stay home wife.
He ducked his head; his chest filling with both envy and veneration – of Heiji’s strong will and refusal to back down to social expectations. Perhaps if he had been stronger Shinichi would not have left him.
As things were explained and the situation absolved; Ran found himself actually liking Kazuha. Aside from his temporarily stalking, he was an overall great guy. They also found they had a lot in common. They were both in love with someone unattainable.
................
TBC
..................
I've never read 'Zenigata Heiji', so I don't really know the relationship with the two. I only created that in an excuse to continue calling a female version of Heiji, Heiji. Kazuha is apparantly a name that goes for either gender. I kind of had to ignore Sonoko as I didn't have time to figure out what to do with her name. And I sort of just switched Eri and Kogorou; it was easier. The entire thing is just cheesy.
The idea was born from something I read in one of the posts in here (I couldn't find it again): but someone said that switching the gender of one, would mean their homosexual relationship isn't good enough.
Lastly; when I was trying to figure out what I wanted FemHeiji to look like, I doodle a picture. It's not very good, and just a quick picture. But I hope you like it either way.