Post by Cesela on Mar 29, 2017 13:00:49 GMT
Wordcount: 1099
Written for Poirot Café’s Super Short Contest 20# Carnival.
Rating: K+
Summary: Conan doesn’t hate magic despite popular belief
Title: the art of magic
Unbetaed
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Suzuki Sonoko loved the carnival: it had been her favourite place ever since she was little. The carnival was an excuse to dress up in colours and watch street-performers and magician. She also loved magic – loved being amazed and the illusion of making the impossible a reality. That was why she adored Kaitou KID and taught herself small tricks to perform for her friends.
Of course, half of her audience were not impressed: Ran always applauded with a smile – however Sonoko had the distinct feeling she was just being kind – and Kudou Shinichi just deduced the tricks with an impassive expression. And then there was the kid –
“How can a child not like magic?” Sonoko frowned down at the seven-year-old boy who barely reached up to her hip. He was wearing a midnight blue Yukata and the lights from the booths reflected of his glasses. In his right hand, he was clutching a paper cup filled with soda.
“Why should I enjoy a show where the performance is based solely on deceiving the audience’s senses? It is all about cheap tricks and sleight of hand movements. I do not see the allure,” Conan responded with a bored tone of voice, his eyes wandering off one of the many street performers scattered around. “In comparison, I find the arts of sword swallowing more interesting, there are no tricks there.”
Sonoko pursed her lips and resisted the urge to cross her arms in defence – it would not do to argue semantics with someone a decade younger than her. Why couldn’t the brat be like the rest of his friends, who were gathered around a street-magician with eager excitement.
“What are you talking about? Magic is an artform, so many difficult tricks to learn and proper sleight of hand takes years to master. I doubt a brat like you could ever do it,” her voice turned a little sharper than she meant to – however she was tired of everyone around her speaking ill of the art.
Ran stepped in with a placating smile as she always did whenever Sonoko and Shinichi argued. “Sonoko, I’m sure that’s not what he mean, he knows it takes time to master anything –“
“Give me your phone,” Conan cut her off, turning to fully face Sonoko as he held out his hand as though he was expecting to be obeyed without questions. Lights flashed of his glasses.
Sonoko’s heart hammered in her chest for a moment at the familiar expression, and she almost refused the request on principle. “Why?” she asked, suspicion radiating off her.
“I would like to demonstrate my point,” the boy said – she could not read his features as the glasses obscured his eyes.
Her lips curled downwards in pleasure, however Ran only smiled at them – and Sonoko could tell immediately that if she didn’t, Ran would borrow the boy hers. She really could not tell why her friend dotted on Conan so much.
“Fine, but if you break it there will be hell to pay,” she handed him the phone with an unimpressed expression.
Conan ignored her warning, instead he opened the lid of his paper cup and emptied the contents on the ground and put her phone into the cup. “Magic are simply dumb tricks, deceive and distract the audience’s attention is all you need in order to succeed,” he struggled with placing the lid back on the cup. His hand could not reach around to pop it in place properly, and it slid out of his fingertips and fell to the floor.
“Here, I got it,” Ran leaned over immediately to pick it up, and handed it to him with an encouraging smile. Sonoko barely managed to not roll her eyes.
“Thank you, Ran-neechan,” Conan smiled back as she accepted the plastic lid. This time he managed to put it in place. He then placed the cup on the ground and motioned them to take a step back.
Sonoko did so reluctantly, and she glowered down at him with an unenthusiastic look. “That’s all? What are you trying to do?”
The boy did not glance in her direction. “This,” he replied cryptically, before lifting his foot and stepped on the plastic cup. It crumpled immediately till it was but a flat sphere on the ground.
The heiress heart hammered in her chest in surprise – she had not seen that coming – and she stepped forward to grab his shoulder with a furious screech. “What the hell did you do? If there is even one scratch on my phone I’ll murder you.”
Conan shook her falcon-like grip off his shoulders off and moved away. “Your phone is fine, just check your pocket,” he responded before walking into the crowd to get to his friends.
Sonoko watched him leave with annoyance bubbling in her chest – why was the brat so disrespectful to his elders? She patted her pockets, hoping he wasn’t just trying to distract her and had actually broken her phone – her parents would kill her. She felt something hard and plastic in her left pocket, and her heart stopped beating for a moment as she withdrew the item from her pocket.
It was her phone.
“When did he – ?” her eyes widened in surprise, she had not noticed when he had done that. She had clearly seen him put the phone in the cup. She clutched her fingers around the object feeling confused.
Ran smiled at her with a reassuring smile. “He’d never cause any harm, you know that –“
“Why does he hate magic so much if he’s so good at it,” Sonoko rushed out with flushing cheeks at being tricked by a seven-year-old boy.
“I don’t believe he hates magic, he’s like Shinichi.”
Sonoko frowned in confusion. “But he also dislikes magic –“
“He doesn’t,” Ran smiled fondly, her gaze softening as it always did thinking about the detective-geek. “I think he just secretly wants to be amazed and tricked, and get disappointed when he can always see through them. Although, he does enjoy deducing the mystery. But they are still just boys through and through in the end. We all want to believe in magic, but until proven it exist, it will be impossible to believe in.”
Sonoko watched her silently for a moment, before begrudgingly nodding in agreement, and she turned to watch Conan. Perhaps Ran was correct in her reasoning – it must be disappointing not being able to be amazed and believe in magic. She could not imagine a drearier world.
“I still want to know how he did that so I can astound Makoto –“
Written for Poirot Café’s Super Short Contest 20# Carnival.
Rating: K+
Summary: Conan doesn’t hate magic despite popular belief
Title: the art of magic
Unbetaed
...
Suzuki Sonoko loved the carnival: it had been her favourite place ever since she was little. The carnival was an excuse to dress up in colours and watch street-performers and magician. She also loved magic – loved being amazed and the illusion of making the impossible a reality. That was why she adored Kaitou KID and taught herself small tricks to perform for her friends.
Of course, half of her audience were not impressed: Ran always applauded with a smile – however Sonoko had the distinct feeling she was just being kind – and Kudou Shinichi just deduced the tricks with an impassive expression. And then there was the kid –
“How can a child not like magic?” Sonoko frowned down at the seven-year-old boy who barely reached up to her hip. He was wearing a midnight blue Yukata and the lights from the booths reflected of his glasses. In his right hand, he was clutching a paper cup filled with soda.
“Why should I enjoy a show where the performance is based solely on deceiving the audience’s senses? It is all about cheap tricks and sleight of hand movements. I do not see the allure,” Conan responded with a bored tone of voice, his eyes wandering off one of the many street performers scattered around. “In comparison, I find the arts of sword swallowing more interesting, there are no tricks there.”
Sonoko pursed her lips and resisted the urge to cross her arms in defence – it would not do to argue semantics with someone a decade younger than her. Why couldn’t the brat be like the rest of his friends, who were gathered around a street-magician with eager excitement.
“What are you talking about? Magic is an artform, so many difficult tricks to learn and proper sleight of hand takes years to master. I doubt a brat like you could ever do it,” her voice turned a little sharper than she meant to – however she was tired of everyone around her speaking ill of the art.
Ran stepped in with a placating smile as she always did whenever Sonoko and Shinichi argued. “Sonoko, I’m sure that’s not what he mean, he knows it takes time to master anything –“
“Give me your phone,” Conan cut her off, turning to fully face Sonoko as he held out his hand as though he was expecting to be obeyed without questions. Lights flashed of his glasses.
Sonoko’s heart hammered in her chest for a moment at the familiar expression, and she almost refused the request on principle. “Why?” she asked, suspicion radiating off her.
“I would like to demonstrate my point,” the boy said – she could not read his features as the glasses obscured his eyes.
Her lips curled downwards in pleasure, however Ran only smiled at them – and Sonoko could tell immediately that if she didn’t, Ran would borrow the boy hers. She really could not tell why her friend dotted on Conan so much.
“Fine, but if you break it there will be hell to pay,” she handed him the phone with an unimpressed expression.
Conan ignored her warning, instead he opened the lid of his paper cup and emptied the contents on the ground and put her phone into the cup. “Magic are simply dumb tricks, deceive and distract the audience’s attention is all you need in order to succeed,” he struggled with placing the lid back on the cup. His hand could not reach around to pop it in place properly, and it slid out of his fingertips and fell to the floor.
“Here, I got it,” Ran leaned over immediately to pick it up, and handed it to him with an encouraging smile. Sonoko barely managed to not roll her eyes.
“Thank you, Ran-neechan,” Conan smiled back as she accepted the plastic lid. This time he managed to put it in place. He then placed the cup on the ground and motioned them to take a step back.
Sonoko did so reluctantly, and she glowered down at him with an unenthusiastic look. “That’s all? What are you trying to do?”
The boy did not glance in her direction. “This,” he replied cryptically, before lifting his foot and stepped on the plastic cup. It crumpled immediately till it was but a flat sphere on the ground.
The heiress heart hammered in her chest in surprise – she had not seen that coming – and she stepped forward to grab his shoulder with a furious screech. “What the hell did you do? If there is even one scratch on my phone I’ll murder you.”
Conan shook her falcon-like grip off his shoulders off and moved away. “Your phone is fine, just check your pocket,” he responded before walking into the crowd to get to his friends.
Sonoko watched him leave with annoyance bubbling in her chest – why was the brat so disrespectful to his elders? She patted her pockets, hoping he wasn’t just trying to distract her and had actually broken her phone – her parents would kill her. She felt something hard and plastic in her left pocket, and her heart stopped beating for a moment as she withdrew the item from her pocket.
It was her phone.
“When did he – ?” her eyes widened in surprise, she had not noticed when he had done that. She had clearly seen him put the phone in the cup. She clutched her fingers around the object feeling confused.
Ran smiled at her with a reassuring smile. “He’d never cause any harm, you know that –“
“Why does he hate magic so much if he’s so good at it,” Sonoko rushed out with flushing cheeks at being tricked by a seven-year-old boy.
“I don’t believe he hates magic, he’s like Shinichi.”
Sonoko frowned in confusion. “But he also dislikes magic –“
“He doesn’t,” Ran smiled fondly, her gaze softening as it always did thinking about the detective-geek. “I think he just secretly wants to be amazed and tricked, and get disappointed when he can always see through them. Although, he does enjoy deducing the mystery. But they are still just boys through and through in the end. We all want to believe in magic, but until proven it exist, it will be impossible to believe in.”
Sonoko watched her silently for a moment, before begrudgingly nodding in agreement, and she turned to watch Conan. Perhaps Ran was correct in her reasoning – it must be disappointing not being able to be amazed and believe in magic. She could not imagine a drearier world.
“I still want to know how he did that so I can astound Makoto –“