I'm a little bored, so let's play a game...

[koorii]

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Pick one of my story universes, and request a scene/give a prompt for that universe.

I hold the right to request you change your prompt if I feel I can not fulfill/do not want to fulfull your request.

(As it may be answered in the story, etc.)

These will only be short drabbles, mind you, so I ask that you keep your prompts small, and brief. If you can't think of a prompt for one of my existing stories, feel free to make it a generic request.

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[kk1412wannabe.livejournal.com]

foo. Um... How about what happened between Shinichi and Hakuba when Shinichi got drugged in The Seduction of Kudou? It was in the drabble Presentation. And if that doesn't work, then I'll have to get back to you on that.

[whm-koorii.livejournal.com]

The moment Hakuba set foot inside the kitchen, he knew the scene that met his eyes wasn't what he'd been expecting. He stood, sucking in deep breaths to calm his racing heart, and stared. If he were honest with himself, he couldn't say what he'd been expecting, maybe to find everything just fine, or maybe to find Kudou Shinichi in some amount of trouble. He wasn't totally sure he wouldn't have used the chance to gloat. Or, maybe, he'd hoped for a chance to see the other detective in action. For professional curiosity, of course.

What he did see, however, wasn't really any of these. Instead, he found Kudou hunkered down near the middle of the room, a pensive expression on what he could see of his face. A pair of legs were sticking out from behind the center island. Despite good sense telling him otherwise, Hakuba edged closer to the other detective, and peered down at the owner of the legs. He easily recognized it was one of the supposed 'sons.' Well, it looked like Kudou had certainly taken care of that.

“Kudou-kun, are you alright?” Hakuba asked, straightening.

“I think he's dead,” Kudou replied with all the boggled amazement of a little kid who'd just found a very interesting bug.

Hakuba gave the downed man a long look. He didn't appear to be dead. In fact, Hakuba could see his chest rising and falling. The bruising on his head, and the small bit of blood from a cut, made it obvious that he'd merely been knocked unconscious. Going from the shape of the quickly darkening bruise on the side of the man's face, Hakuba deduced Kudou had managed to kick him.

“He's not dead, Kudou-kun.”

“Yes, he is,” Kudou grumbled with childish insistence. “He's not moving is he?”

He stared at Kudou, feeling baffled, then made to step around him only to have his foot slip in something. Hakuba pitched forward, threw his hand out, and caught himself on the nearby counter top. When he looked down he found the shattered remains of a tea cup, the liquid splashed across the tiles in a spreading puddle. With a niggling feeling that he knew what had happened, he called, “Kudou-kun?”

Finally, the other detective looked up at him, and Hakuba nearly swore at the glassy unfocused cow eyes that landed on him. Just as he'd feared: Kudou had been drugged. He watched, uneasily, as a sudden grin split Kudou's face and he shoved himself, unsteadily, to his feet. As soon as Kudou reached his full height, he immediately overbalanced, swayed, then toppled forward toward Hakuba. Hakuba reached out automatically to grab Kudou, and ended up with the other detective's face thumping into his shoulder.

Kudou snickered. “Thank you, squishy. The floor would have hurt. It is not squishy.”

Inanely, or maybe insanely, he wanted to ask how exactly Kudou had arrived at this deduction. Instead, he fought it back, then pulled and pushed Kudou into something like an upright position then began to haul him toward the door. “Come on, Kudou-kun, we need to find Kuroba-kun.”

“Nooooo,” Kudou whined, “I wanna solve a mysteryyyy.”

Hakuba grunted as Kudou twisted around and flailed uselessly in an attempt to get back to the supposed body. With a sigh, he wrapped his arm around Kudou's midsection and dragged him toward the door. “If you come with me, Kudou-kun, we can solve a mystery.”

Kudou made an interested sound, and craned his head back around. As a result he nearly toppled backwards. Hakuba grabbed his shirt and jerked him back upright, before maneuvering him out the door. Then, pulled up short when a pair of arms circled his waist and squeezed tight. “Hug!” Kudou crowed, cheerfully.

“Kudou-kun, please, I need to walk.”

“Nope.”

“Kudou-kun!” With a sigh of exasperation, and half wondering if he was dealing with Kuroba and not Kudou, Hakuba began dragging the clingy detective down the hall.