Forced (Fanfic100)
Apr. 3rd, 2008 10:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
candyficsTitle: Forced
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Conan/Ai (General series)
Prompt: #70—storm
Word Count: 197 words
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: I do not own Detective Conan. It all belongs to Gosho Aoyama. I simply borrow the characters, tie them up, and dance them around like life-sized puppets. I do wish they’d stop complaining.
Summary: Best to just get this all over with. Conan/Ai
"Do we have to do this?" Haibara Ai asked, folding her arms.
"Might as well just get it over with," Conan replied. He didn't seem much more pleased at the prospect than she was, though his expression of distaste took the form of the Scary Detective Eyes, whereas hers was in her icy tone of voice.
The scientist sighed. "I just don't see why we have to--"
"If we do it, we can get out of here alive," he pointed out. "So let's just give them what they want and get it over with."
She squared her shoulders and nodded. "All right..."
They leaned towards each other...and kissed. Their lips barely brushed.
From somewhere up in the sky, there was a chorus of squeals, applause, and the thuds of people falling out of their chairs. There was also a clacking storm of sound like thousands of keyboards all being frantically typed on, all at once.
The two shrunken teenagers pulled apart. Haibara looked up. "Is that--"
"Yes, it was," Conan nodded. "The sound of a thousand fangirls keeling over...or typing blog entries. Now let's get out of here before they wake up or notice we're gone."
PS. Chances are that this is the ONLY Conan/Ai I will ever write, and it was done on a request for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ran_mouri82. The prompt was “Let’s just give them what they want.” Thanks for reading, all! Much love!
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Conan/Ai (General series)
Prompt: #70—storm
Word Count: 197 words
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: I do not own Detective Conan. It all belongs to Gosho Aoyama. I simply borrow the characters, tie them up, and dance them around like life-sized puppets. I do wish they’d stop complaining.
Summary: Best to just get this all over with. Conan/Ai
"Do we have to do this?" Haibara Ai asked, folding her arms.
"Might as well just get it over with," Conan replied. He didn't seem much more pleased at the prospect than she was, though his expression of distaste took the form of the Scary Detective Eyes, whereas hers was in her icy tone of voice.
The scientist sighed. "I just don't see why we have to--"
"If we do it, we can get out of here alive," he pointed out. "So let's just give them what they want and get it over with."
She squared her shoulders and nodded. "All right..."
They leaned towards each other...and kissed. Their lips barely brushed.
From somewhere up in the sky, there was a chorus of squeals, applause, and the thuds of people falling out of their chairs. There was also a clacking storm of sound like thousands of keyboards all being frantically typed on, all at once.
The two shrunken teenagers pulled apart. Haibara looked up. "Is that--"
"Yes, it was," Conan nodded. "The sound of a thousand fangirls keeling over...or typing blog entries. Now let's get out of here before they wake up or notice we're gone."
PS. Chances are that this is the ONLY Conan/Ai I will ever write, and it was done on a request for
ran_mouri82. The prompt was “Let’s just give them what they want.” Thanks for reading, all! Much love!
