The Seduction of Kid - 79. Ring
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kooriiFandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Pairing: Onesided ConanKid
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Genre: Gen/Tiny bit of Angst/Little humor
Words: 299
The electric blips and beeps coming from the small hand held game that Mitsuhiko had forced him to play, because apparently he absolutely had to, were a soothingly monotonous sound in the relative quiet of the room. Kogoro was down, snoring, at his desk, and Ran was bustling around somewhere out of sight. Despite that, Conan was still tense.
His shoulders ached, and he was hardly paying any mind to the game. As a result he was dying more often than living in it. When he heard the first ring of the phone he stopped paying attention altogether, and strained to hear the conversation as Ran picked up the phone. All he could make out were Ran's quiet murmurs.
Holding his breath, he waited. If he tilted his head just so he could see Ran.
Finally the girl put the phone down, slowly, and stood there, her hand resting on it for a moment longer. She seemed almost to be collecting herself, before turning away and looking toward him. Again she paused, then called, “Conan-kun?”
Conan set aside the game, leaving it to display the Game Over screen at the ceiling, and wandered over to her. “What's wrong, Ran-neechan?”
Ran dropped down onto one knee before him, and, before he knew it, the girl and pulled him into a rather rib cracking hug. She gave a little sniff, but she didn't appear to be crying. “That was your mother, Conan-kun. She said that they had a financial windfall and you'll be able to go home soon.”
“Ehh? When?”
“By the end of the week, so we have to start getting you ready to leave. I'm going to miss you, Conan-kun...”
He couldn't win for loosing could he? “It'll be okay, Ran-neechan! You'll see!”
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Pairing: Onesided ConanKid
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Genre: Gen/Tiny bit of Angst/Little humor
Words: 299
The electric blips and beeps coming from the small hand held game that Mitsuhiko had forced him to play, because apparently he absolutely had to, were a soothingly monotonous sound in the relative quiet of the room. Kogoro was down, snoring, at his desk, and Ran was bustling around somewhere out of sight. Despite that, Conan was still tense.
His shoulders ached, and he was hardly paying any mind to the game. As a result he was dying more often than living in it. When he heard the first ring of the phone he stopped paying attention altogether, and strained to hear the conversation as Ran picked up the phone. All he could make out were Ran's quiet murmurs.
Holding his breath, he waited. If he tilted his head just so he could see Ran.
Finally the girl put the phone down, slowly, and stood there, her hand resting on it for a moment longer. She seemed almost to be collecting herself, before turning away and looking toward him. Again she paused, then called, “Conan-kun?”
Conan set aside the game, leaving it to display the Game Over screen at the ceiling, and wandered over to her. “What's wrong, Ran-neechan?”
Ran dropped down onto one knee before him, and, before he knew it, the girl and pulled him into a rather rib cracking hug. She gave a little sniff, but she didn't appear to be crying. “That was your mother, Conan-kun. She said that they had a financial windfall and you'll be able to go home soon.”
“Ehh? When?”
“By the end of the week, so we have to start getting you ready to leave. I'm going to miss you, Conan-kun...”
He couldn't win for loosing could he? “It'll be okay, Ran-neechan! You'll see!”
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