On the Scene (30 Ways: Shinichi/Ran)
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candyficsTitle: On the Scene
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Kudo Shinichi/Mouri Ran
Theme: #1—chocolate
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan. All characters are the property of Gosho Aoyama. I simply threaten to make them watch old Barney tapes unless they obey me. Trust me, they listen.
Summary: You took him with you?
Sometimes Shinichi screwed up without actually intending to. When he did, he usually owned up to it fairly quickly and took the scolding without complaint—especially if it was a big mistake, like forgetting an important date. Which did tend to happen, as the man habitually forgot his own birthday. But then he would apologize, and everything would be fine again. Ran didn’t usually get too annoyed when he messed up.
But right now she was livid. She stood facing him with her hands on her hips, her face a mask of anger; she took a deep breath and said in a tight voice, “Okay, Shinichi…explain this to me one more time.”
“Well…I took Conan out for ice cream, like I said I would,” Shinichi began. This was true—Conan had scored the winning goal in his soccer game the previous weekend (he played on a kiddy team), and as a reward his proud father had taken him out for a treat. “And we were on our way home when a police car pulled up.”
“Yes…”
“And Megure got out and said they needed me on a murder investigation…”
“Uh-huh…”
“And he wouldn’t take no for an answer. So we got in and went with him.”
“…you took our five-year-old SON to a murder scene?” Ran growled.
“I didn’t want to!” he ducked, hoping and praying that she wouldn’t do anything. They were married, and if she did use her karate on him it would constitute abuse. But that didn’t really go for the furniture in the room.
Ran was visibly trying not to lose her temper entirely. “How did the victim die?”
“Err…” Shinichi knew she wasn’t going to like this part, “…was pushed off a balcony.”
“From how high up?”
“Forty stories.”
“Onto concrete?”
“…yes.”
That was all the mental image she needed. “You let our son see THAT??” She had the bit in her teeth and was off, giving him the verbal shakedown of his life, including swearing to every god in the heavens that there was no way her son was going to ever become a detective.
And through all of this, little Conan sat on the stairs, cheerfully licking at his chocolate ice cream cone and wondering why Mommy was so upset with Daddy. Solving the mystery and catching the bad guy had been cool!
PS. Another random idea that sort of amused me. If I was a mother, I certainly wouldn’t want my kid going anywhere near a crime scene. It sort of baffles me that the parents of the Shounen Tantei are okay with it. But eh, not my kids. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Kudo Shinichi/Mouri Ran
Theme: #1—chocolate
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan. All characters are the property of Gosho Aoyama. I simply threaten to make them watch old Barney tapes unless they obey me. Trust me, they listen.
Summary: You took him with you?
Sometimes Shinichi screwed up without actually intending to. When he did, he usually owned up to it fairly quickly and took the scolding without complaint—especially if it was a big mistake, like forgetting an important date. Which did tend to happen, as the man habitually forgot his own birthday. But then he would apologize, and everything would be fine again. Ran didn’t usually get too annoyed when he messed up.
But right now she was livid. She stood facing him with her hands on her hips, her face a mask of anger; she took a deep breath and said in a tight voice, “Okay, Shinichi…explain this to me one more time.”
“Well…I took Conan out for ice cream, like I said I would,” Shinichi began. This was true—Conan had scored the winning goal in his soccer game the previous weekend (he played on a kiddy team), and as a reward his proud father had taken him out for a treat. “And we were on our way home when a police car pulled up.”
“Yes…”
“And Megure got out and said they needed me on a murder investigation…”
“Uh-huh…”
“And he wouldn’t take no for an answer. So we got in and went with him.”
“…you took our five-year-old SON to a murder scene?” Ran growled.
“I didn’t want to!” he ducked, hoping and praying that she wouldn’t do anything. They were married, and if she did use her karate on him it would constitute abuse. But that didn’t really go for the furniture in the room.
Ran was visibly trying not to lose her temper entirely. “How did the victim die?”
“Err…” Shinichi knew she wasn’t going to like this part, “…was pushed off a balcony.”
“From how high up?”
“Forty stories.”
“Onto concrete?”
“…yes.”
That was all the mental image she needed. “You let our son see THAT??” She had the bit in her teeth and was off, giving him the verbal shakedown of his life, including swearing to every god in the heavens that there was no way her son was going to ever become a detective.
And through all of this, little Conan sat on the stairs, cheerfully licking at his chocolate ice cream cone and wondering why Mommy was so upset with Daddy. Solving the mystery and catching the bad guy had been cool!
PS. Another random idea that sort of amused me. If I was a mother, I certainly wouldn’t want my kid going anywhere near a crime scene. It sort of baffles me that the parents of the Shounen Tantei are okay with it. But eh, not my kids. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!
