The Seduction of Kid - 73. Worth
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kooriiFandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Pairing: Onesided ConanKid, Mentions of Past ShinRan
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Genre: Humor
Words: 427
With this revelation insomnia had kicked in leaving Conan a bedraggled, cranky (More than usual, anyway) mess for the next few days. The Shounen Tantei quickly gave up on their investigation in the light of Ai's triumphant smirks, and Conan's less than welcoming attitude. No matter what they did they couldn't seem to cheer the boy up, nor get him to tell them what was wrong.
Ai had laughed for nearly an hour when Genta had, innocently, suggested that the person Conan liked might not like him back and that was why he was upset.
It was a suggestion that was actually pretty close to home. Conan was, in fact, spending most of his time brooding over this new found problem to the point of little else. Cases were done mostly by rote, and even Ran was starting to notice his ever decreasing mood with some worry. He managed to pull up a smile for her now and then, but even to that point it had only made him feel a bit nauseous.
He'd tried to ignore the whole thing in the hopes that it would go away, but hadn't even lasted a day. He'd found himself staring blankly at the front of a magazine depicting the thief and wondering when the next heist would be. After that he'd preceded to try and beat himself unconscious against a nearby wall much to the confusion of the passing pedestrians.
It hadn't really worked, and all he'd gotten for his efforts was a headache and a scolding from Ran.
Conan liked to think he'd come to terms with it. And, really, what was bothering him now was what to do about it. One didn't just walk up to the thief they'd been trying to arrest for ages and go 'Oh, by the way, I've decided I like you. Yes, that way. How about it?'
Giving a little gurgle Conan sank lower into his desk, ignoring the concerned looks he was garnering from his friends, his classmates, and ever Kobayashi-sensei.
He really, really wished he could talk to Ran right now, but not as Conan. She'd always been able to understand him better than anyone else.
Conan sat bolt upright, blinking in surprise. Why couldn't he talk to Ran? All he had to do was call her and...
Oh, wait... Was that somehow against the friendship rules? They'd just had that little... break... off.. thing.. It wasn't like they'd really dated or anything, just sort of admitted how they felt over the phone.
Still, maybe it was worth a shot.
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Pairing: Onesided ConanKid, Mentions of Past ShinRan
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Genre: Humor
Words: 427
With this revelation insomnia had kicked in leaving Conan a bedraggled, cranky (More than usual, anyway) mess for the next few days. The Shounen Tantei quickly gave up on their investigation in the light of Ai's triumphant smirks, and Conan's less than welcoming attitude. No matter what they did they couldn't seem to cheer the boy up, nor get him to tell them what was wrong.
Ai had laughed for nearly an hour when Genta had, innocently, suggested that the person Conan liked might not like him back and that was why he was upset.
It was a suggestion that was actually pretty close to home. Conan was, in fact, spending most of his time brooding over this new found problem to the point of little else. Cases were done mostly by rote, and even Ran was starting to notice his ever decreasing mood with some worry. He managed to pull up a smile for her now and then, but even to that point it had only made him feel a bit nauseous.
He'd tried to ignore the whole thing in the hopes that it would go away, but hadn't even lasted a day. He'd found himself staring blankly at the front of a magazine depicting the thief and wondering when the next heist would be. After that he'd preceded to try and beat himself unconscious against a nearby wall much to the confusion of the passing pedestrians.
It hadn't really worked, and all he'd gotten for his efforts was a headache and a scolding from Ran.
Conan liked to think he'd come to terms with it. And, really, what was bothering him now was what to do about it. One didn't just walk up to the thief they'd been trying to arrest for ages and go 'Oh, by the way, I've decided I like you. Yes, that way. How about it?'
Giving a little gurgle Conan sank lower into his desk, ignoring the concerned looks he was garnering from his friends, his classmates, and ever Kobayashi-sensei.
He really, really wished he could talk to Ran right now, but not as Conan. She'd always been able to understand him better than anyone else.
Conan sat bolt upright, blinking in surprise. Why couldn't he talk to Ran? All he had to do was call her and...
Oh, wait... Was that somehow against the friendship rules? They'd just had that little... break... off.. thing.. It wasn't like they'd really dated or anything, just sort of admitted how they felt over the phone.
Still, maybe it was worth a shot.
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