Post by Addy01 on Jul 30, 2016 8:22:51 GMT
Those red lips
by Addy01
Note: Cliche title, but it fits XD. I got distracted again...i was supposed to be writing my other WIP fics...The ending was crappy and I wanted to write more but ran out of words...but this is it!
And Goodness! Writing under a thousand words is sooo hard!
Word: 1094 words (according to LibreOffice)
Enjoy!
www.fanfiction.net/s/12076494/1/Poirot-shorts-collection
There was a slight tremor in his hands as he entered a sequence of numbers long embedded into his muscle memory before pressing the thumb-size rubber button with the faded symbol of a bell.
A few rings and a click later, there was some static rustling before a sweet voice spoke through intercom system a second later.
“Shinichi?”
“Y-yes, Ran. It-it’s me.” Shoot, he stuttered, didn’t he?
She didn't notice it, did she?
Thankfully, she replied without missing a beat, acting as if she hadn’t noticed. “Okay, come straight in, I’ll leave the door unlock.” The glass door automatically slide open, and he entered - marched - into the building as if he was beckoned into war.
As he made his way to her apartment - Goodness, why does it feel like it’s taking him ages to reach there? He didn’t remember it being that far away – he couldn’t help but think back on his relationship with her.
He managed to return to his original body a year after he had been shrunk. And with the coordinated joint efforts of the PSB and the FBI – even if that particular partnership was formed grudgingly and only out of necessity – they managed to bring down the Japanese branch of the Black Organisation in one swift swoop.
With the arrest of Gin and Vodka, he was able to walk in public as a free man as Kudo Shincihi again – especially since his involvement was kept under wraps and no one else was interested in keeping him quiet - permanently - after those two were locked away.
However, no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn’t tell Ran about his...misadventure.
The two agencies had sealed his lips in regards to anything pertaining the Black Organisation – especially since there was much more still need to be done to bring down the rest of the other branches.
Moreover, there were far too many sensitive information that they couldn’t afford to be leak, as they still need to arrest those agents that had managed to escape the initial arrest. He was legally tied into secrecy again when he was immediately drafted to work for the PSB shortly after high school graduation, initially in a part-time capacity until he’s done with university.
He felt the secret was weighing down on him and was stopping him from move to the next stage of his relationship with her.
That was, until recently, ten years after the whole ‘Conan Debacle”, Hattori – That blabbermouth! - had no such restraints, legally or mentally, and had accidentally brought up the issue with Ran within earshot.
Ran - glorious, wonderful, perfect Ran - who had decided to join the police force more due to Satou-Keiji’s inspirational influence than anything else, had been understanding after she had gotten over her shock. Especially since she had been given far enough many undercover assignments and sensitive cases, and was able to fully comprehend the severity of his situation and the need for secrecy.
All she did was to ask a few questions to quench some of her curiosity about the whole episode and told him that there wasn’t anything to forgive in the first place.
He never knew it was possible to love her even more than he already did.
And that was also when he knew – without a doubt - that he couldn’t live without her.
That he wanted to be by her side for the rest of his life.
Which brought him to where he was right now, standing in front of her apartment – she had moved into the apartment as it was just across the street from the police headquarters – with a small velvet box in his pocket as he tried, but failed, to calm his nerves, fumbling with the knob for a good one minute before he managed to pry the door open.
The first thing that caught his eyes was those red, succulent lips. He stopped short and feel his breathe stolen away from him
He noticed that she had minimal make-up on, with a simply drawn eye liner to accentuate her expressive, beautiful eyes. Her long silky locks draped by her side, like a trail of smooth flowing waterfall. And a simple red cocktail dress, understated but amplified her natural beauty.
His brain had stopped working at that point.
Wasn’t he lucky… That she chose to be with him.
Unfortunately, everything went down hill after that.
The next thing he registered was the sound of a box clattering on the floor. He looked down and saw an all-too-familiar velvet box lying innocently on the timber flooring, and somehow, defying the law of physics, with the lid open, the clear shiny stone with its perfectly symmetrical cuts sitting innocently on a platinum ring, was sparking in full glory in front of its intended recipient.
Oh God. He was screwed. So screwed! All those plans going down the drain. He was going to bring her that new restaurant and he had arranged for the dancers and singers and all coordinating to get everyone there and he was going to get down on his knees and he had even rehearsed what he was going to say...
All because he couldn’t keep his nerves. She going to reject him and he’s going to be the crazy cat old man for the rest of his life-
All she did was pick up the box with ease unheard of when wearing such high heeled shoes. She took a long look at it, and then at him, before closing the lid and walking – gliding - towards him.
Those red, plump - distracting - lips, titling upwards on one side.
Oh my, What was she - Sad? Angry? Disappointed but trying to hide her it behind that sweet smile? No! No! No! She’s not going to cry, was she?
“Looks like you dropped something, Shinichi.” She whispered softly – seductively - in his ear as she placed the velvet box into the inner pocket of his blazer, patting it gently twice. “You can pass it back to me later tonight.”
When he didn’t respond – that must have been the case, since he could feel a huge lump digging into his throat – she took his hand and continued. “Let’s get going, or we’ll be late for the reservation.” She - playfully - winked at him before guiding him out of the apartment.
Wait ...is that a yes? That was a ‘Yes’, wasn’t it? Oh no… This is going to worry him for the rest of the night.
But he won’t have it any other way.
Owari