The Seduction of Kid - 76. Blackout
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kooriiFandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Pairing: Onesided ConanKid
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Genre: Humor/Drama/Crime/Angst
Words: 447
Conan had been moping for a couple of days now, but he couldn't really help it. While his chat with Ran had cheered him up, it had also depressed him a great deal. He couldn't exactly get Kid to see him as anything more than a little kid now could he?
Ai seemed to have noticed he was being moodier than ever, and had disappeared the last few days. It was, after a fact, worrying, but Agasa said she had simply locked herself up in her lab, so Conan let it be. The Shounen Tantei were doing wonders to keep him as cheerful as possible, but when he was left to his own devices he had a tendency to brood, which was what he was doing now.
His phone rang. Conan sighed and picked it up with a grumble. Flipping it open he answered with a dull, “Moshi Moshi.”
“Kudou-kun. Come over here.”
The phone clicked as Ai hung up, and Conan rolled his eyes at the shrunken scientists abruptness. Hopping up he called, “Ran-neechan! I'm going over to Hakase's!”
“Be back in time for dinner!”
Grabbing his skateboard Conan headed out. The trip to the professor's place was as smooth as usual, and he trotted in, calling a hello. He, however, got no answer. Confused he followed the sound of murmuring voices to the basement Haibara had claimed as her own. As soon as he entered the two people within turned to look at him over their shoulders.
Ai waved him over, and he went without protest. There, laying on the table in a petri dish was a single capsule.
“Another temporary cure?” he asked sardonically.
“No,” Ai murmured. “This is the real thing.”
In that single moment the air left Conan's lungs in such a rush he was sure he was going to blackout.
“Are you sure?” he croaked, surprised he could speak at all.
“Absolutely.” Ai looked up at him, face strained but completely frank. “This is it. All or nothing, Kudou. It will either work, kill you, or leave you unchanged, and I warn you... There will be no other attempts. Whatever happens... this is it.”
“How serendipitous,” A silky voice mused.
Conan didn't need to glance back to know they'd been joined by Vermouth. Haibara went pale. “How nice of you to join us,” Conan snarked. “Please, come in, sit down... have a cup of tea.”
Vermouth gave a snide little laugh and wandered further into the room to lean against one of the cluttered counters. “Here, I come bearing news, and you act like this. So ungrateful!”
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Pairing: Onesided ConanKid
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Genre: Humor/Drama/Crime/Angst
Words: 447
Conan had been moping for a couple of days now, but he couldn't really help it. While his chat with Ran had cheered him up, it had also depressed him a great deal. He couldn't exactly get Kid to see him as anything more than a little kid now could he?
Ai seemed to have noticed he was being moodier than ever, and had disappeared the last few days. It was, after a fact, worrying, but Agasa said she had simply locked herself up in her lab, so Conan let it be. The Shounen Tantei were doing wonders to keep him as cheerful as possible, but when he was left to his own devices he had a tendency to brood, which was what he was doing now.
His phone rang. Conan sighed and picked it up with a grumble. Flipping it open he answered with a dull, “Moshi Moshi.”
“Kudou-kun. Come over here.”
The phone clicked as Ai hung up, and Conan rolled his eyes at the shrunken scientists abruptness. Hopping up he called, “Ran-neechan! I'm going over to Hakase's!”
“Be back in time for dinner!”
Grabbing his skateboard Conan headed out. The trip to the professor's place was as smooth as usual, and he trotted in, calling a hello. He, however, got no answer. Confused he followed the sound of murmuring voices to the basement Haibara had claimed as her own. As soon as he entered the two people within turned to look at him over their shoulders.
Ai waved him over, and he went without protest. There, laying on the table in a petri dish was a single capsule.
“Another temporary cure?” he asked sardonically.
“No,” Ai murmured. “This is the real thing.”
In that single moment the air left Conan's lungs in such a rush he was sure he was going to blackout.
“Are you sure?” he croaked, surprised he could speak at all.
“Absolutely.” Ai looked up at him, face strained but completely frank. “This is it. All or nothing, Kudou. It will either work, kill you, or leave you unchanged, and I warn you... There will be no other attempts. Whatever happens... this is it.”
“How serendipitous,” A silky voice mused.
Conan didn't need to glance back to know they'd been joined by Vermouth. Haibara went pale. “How nice of you to join us,” Conan snarked. “Please, come in, sit down... have a cup of tea.”
Vermouth gave a snide little laugh and wandered further into the room to lean against one of the cluttered counters. “Here, I come bearing news, and you act like this. So ungrateful!”
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