Pranked (30 Evil Deeds: Gin)
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candyficsTitle: Pranked
Author: Candyland
Fandom: Detective Conan
Bad Guy: Gin
Theme: #3—the sound of a fan
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Own Detective Conan, I do not. Own the characters, Gosho Aoyama does. Making money off them, I am not. Borrow and write about them, I merely do. Talk like Yoda, I must.
Summary: The fan over Gin’s head was making a weird sound.
Gin grabbed his newest mission file and headed for one of the back offices to look it over in peace and quiet. He opened the door and switched on the lights. Above him, a ceiling fan whirred to life.
He started reading, and so it took him a moment to realize that something wasn’t right. The sound of the fan was off, like there was something wrong with it. He looked up.
There were two human arms attached to the fan blades, opposite each other. They were stretched out parallel to the ceiling by the force of the fan’s spinning. Their extra weight had caused the creaking noise. The body to which the arms belonged was nowhere in sight.
After staring at them for a moment, Gin stood up and walked to the office door. He opened it and called out, “Very funny. Now dispose of them properly—you know the protocol.”
Vermouth’s blonde head appeared. “Aww, you’re no fun.”
PS. This is all![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jeva_chan’s fault. End of story. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!
Author: Candyland
Fandom: Detective Conan
Bad Guy: Gin
Theme: #3—the sound of a fan
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Own Detective Conan, I do not. Own the characters, Gosho Aoyama does. Making money off them, I am not. Borrow and write about them, I merely do. Talk like Yoda, I must.
Summary: The fan over Gin’s head was making a weird sound.
Gin grabbed his newest mission file and headed for one of the back offices to look it over in peace and quiet. He opened the door and switched on the lights. Above him, a ceiling fan whirred to life.
He started reading, and so it took him a moment to realize that something wasn’t right. The sound of the fan was off, like there was something wrong with it. He looked up.
There were two human arms attached to the fan blades, opposite each other. They were stretched out parallel to the ceiling by the force of the fan’s spinning. Their extra weight had caused the creaking noise. The body to which the arms belonged was nowhere in sight.
After staring at them for a moment, Gin stood up and walked to the office door. He opened it and called out, “Very funny. Now dispose of them properly—you know the protocol.”
Vermouth’s blonde head appeared. “Aww, you’re no fun.”
PS. This is all
jeva_chan’s fault. End of story. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!
