The Seduction of Kid - 72. Approach
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kooriiFandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Pairing: Onesided ConanKid
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Genre: Humor
Words: 345
The day found him blessedly Shounen Tantei free again, and he'd actually followed Haibara's advice, if you could call it that, and decided to 'hole himself up' somewhere. Only he was choosing a neutral point: Agasa's living room. He was going to try a different approach to this entire mess. He was going to look at it as if it were a case.
That decision made he pulled out all the papers he'd need to sort out his notes and set to work. Down went note after note of events spanning the past couple of months since that fateful phone conversation with Ran. Had it really been that long? It had all seemed like a blur. His mind had been so occupied with his plans to mess with Kid...
Shaking his head Conan forced himself to focus, jotting down more recent events with the Shounen Tantei and Haibara. Once he had everything written out neatly he pulled back, pulled the veil of impartiality and clinical detachment around him, and began to read his notes over.
He completely ignored Ai and the professor as they moved around him on occasion, everything he was was focused on solving the puzzle presented to him.
And then the connections were made, fast as synapses firing.
Conan dropped the sheath of papers he was holding in his hand, mouth open, as a strangled sound escaped him.
Ai paused nearby, looking at him like he was a particularly curious specimen.
“I'm crushing on Kid!” Conan squeaked incredulously, only mildly embarrassed by how shrill his voice was because he was too shocked to be anymore upset about it.
Snorting, Ai rolled her eyes upward as if asking for patience. “Finally he gets it. Wonderful deduction Meitantei.” Shooting him a bland stare she added, “You are one of the most oblivious people I've ever had the displeasure of knowing, Kudou.”
Conan never answered since he was too busy gaping at the wall like someone had beat him around the head with a bouquet of daisies while singing Nanatsu No Ko.
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Pairing: Onesided ConanKid
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Genre: Humor
Words: 345
The day found him blessedly Shounen Tantei free again, and he'd actually followed Haibara's advice, if you could call it that, and decided to 'hole himself up' somewhere. Only he was choosing a neutral point: Agasa's living room. He was going to try a different approach to this entire mess. He was going to look at it as if it were a case.
That decision made he pulled out all the papers he'd need to sort out his notes and set to work. Down went note after note of events spanning the past couple of months since that fateful phone conversation with Ran. Had it really been that long? It had all seemed like a blur. His mind had been so occupied with his plans to mess with Kid...
Shaking his head Conan forced himself to focus, jotting down more recent events with the Shounen Tantei and Haibara. Once he had everything written out neatly he pulled back, pulled the veil of impartiality and clinical detachment around him, and began to read his notes over.
He completely ignored Ai and the professor as they moved around him on occasion, everything he was was focused on solving the puzzle presented to him.
And then the connections were made, fast as synapses firing.
Conan dropped the sheath of papers he was holding in his hand, mouth open, as a strangled sound escaped him.
Ai paused nearby, looking at him like he was a particularly curious specimen.
“I'm crushing on Kid!” Conan squeaked incredulously, only mildly embarrassed by how shrill his voice was because he was too shocked to be anymore upset about it.
Snorting, Ai rolled her eyes upward as if asking for patience. “Finally he gets it. Wonderful deduction Meitantei.” Shooting him a bland stare she added, “You are one of the most oblivious people I've ever had the displeasure of knowing, Kudou.”
Conan never answered since he was too busy gaping at the wall like someone had beat him around the head with a bouquet of daisies while singing Nanatsu No Ko.
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