Inspiration (Fanfic100)
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candyficsTitle: Inspiration
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Yuusaku, Toichi (General series)
Prompt: #41—shapes
Word Count: 624 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: He couldn’t help but let the idea flourish. After all, ideas do come from the strangest places. A Yuusaku ficlet.
Being in a position of relative prestige granted one the opportunity to meet a lot of very interesting people from all walks of life, including some of the elite in any number of fields. Such was this party, a selection of the crème de la crème from various circles of society.
For Kudo Yuusaku, a respected detective and novelist reputedly searching for his newest inspiration, it was to prove quite an interesting night indeed. For it was that night that he met the famed magician, Kuroba Toichi, seated at the same table for dinner as Yuusaku and his wife Yukiko.
Theirs was immediately an odd acquaintance, for both were the competitive sort. They were both sharp of mind and wit, and masters of saying one thing while possibly meaning another. And they were both brilliant in their chosen fields. Yukiko even commented that each could probably do the other’s job with relatively little effort, they were so very similar.
The conversation was light, intelligent, and filled with potential insinuations and double-meanings, particularly as the real personalities beneath the smile and fame began to emerge. Yuusaku thought he recognized something very interesting in the magician. Something that reminded him a great deal of a most unusual thief he had chased on a few occasions across the city’s rooftops…
On a whim, Yuusaku turned the conversation to the criminal in question.
The reaction and responses he got from his dinnertime companion were very telling, to the novelist’s mind. And there was a distinct glimmer in Kuroba Toichi’s eye that revealed he was a man tracing the scent of a challenge, hot on the trail of a game in which the stakes were honor and pride and the only game pieces were logic and intelligence.
How very interesting…
Judging by Toichi’s response, he thought it was interesting as well.
That night, Yuusaku and Yukiko returned home and relieved an exhausted Agasa of his babysitting duties. Shinichi was a toddler, and an energetic and curious one at that, and the boy had to be watched almost constantly to keep him from getting into things he shouldn’t.
They put Shin-chan to bed and set about seeking their own rest. But as Yukiko commented on how fascinating the conversation with Kuroba-sensei had been and how she would certainly not mind learning some of the tricks of his trade, Yuusaku found himself thinking over the discussion they had engaged in that night, of the thief who sent messages ahead of time and seemed to appear out of the moonlight itself and vanish into the night with the target in his hand without ever being touched by a human hand, giving rise to rumors that he was not human at all…the thief that Yuusaku himself had inadvertently named courtesy of someone else’s sloppy handwriting…
And the interesting conversation with Kuroba Toichi, especially when they noted that the white thief never harmed anyone, and an offhanded comment from the magician about how different the stakes would be should the thief in question be willing to hurt or kill for his targets…
In the back of Yuusaku’s mind, an idea was beginning to take shape. A very fascinating idea…
It was not long after that society party that a new book hit the market, an instant best-seller in the world of fiction. A mystery and adventure surrounding a mysterious masked thief who stole out of the shadows and made off with his target, whose face no one knew and whose identity was known only to the night and the silence and the host of stars.
And Kudo Yuusaku simply smiled when asked how he had come by the idea for the Night Baron, and replied that sometimes inspiration came from the strangest of places.
PS. In which I continue to bend canon so it will dance to my plunnies. DANCE, I SAY! Erm, yes. So. This is number ninety! Only ten more and this challenge is frakkin’ DONE! Hope you’ll stay tuned. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Yuusaku, Toichi (General series)
Prompt: #41—shapes
Word Count: 624 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: He couldn’t help but let the idea flourish. After all, ideas do come from the strangest places. A Yuusaku ficlet.
Being in a position of relative prestige granted one the opportunity to meet a lot of very interesting people from all walks of life, including some of the elite in any number of fields. Such was this party, a selection of the crème de la crème from various circles of society.
For Kudo Yuusaku, a respected detective and novelist reputedly searching for his newest inspiration, it was to prove quite an interesting night indeed. For it was that night that he met the famed magician, Kuroba Toichi, seated at the same table for dinner as Yuusaku and his wife Yukiko.
Theirs was immediately an odd acquaintance, for both were the competitive sort. They were both sharp of mind and wit, and masters of saying one thing while possibly meaning another. And they were both brilliant in their chosen fields. Yukiko even commented that each could probably do the other’s job with relatively little effort, they were so very similar.
The conversation was light, intelligent, and filled with potential insinuations and double-meanings, particularly as the real personalities beneath the smile and fame began to emerge. Yuusaku thought he recognized something very interesting in the magician. Something that reminded him a great deal of a most unusual thief he had chased on a few occasions across the city’s rooftops…
On a whim, Yuusaku turned the conversation to the criminal in question.
The reaction and responses he got from his dinnertime companion were very telling, to the novelist’s mind. And there was a distinct glimmer in Kuroba Toichi’s eye that revealed he was a man tracing the scent of a challenge, hot on the trail of a game in which the stakes were honor and pride and the only game pieces were logic and intelligence.
How very interesting…
Judging by Toichi’s response, he thought it was interesting as well.
That night, Yuusaku and Yukiko returned home and relieved an exhausted Agasa of his babysitting duties. Shinichi was a toddler, and an energetic and curious one at that, and the boy had to be watched almost constantly to keep him from getting into things he shouldn’t.
They put Shin-chan to bed and set about seeking their own rest. But as Yukiko commented on how fascinating the conversation with Kuroba-sensei had been and how she would certainly not mind learning some of the tricks of his trade, Yuusaku found himself thinking over the discussion they had engaged in that night, of the thief who sent messages ahead of time and seemed to appear out of the moonlight itself and vanish into the night with the target in his hand without ever being touched by a human hand, giving rise to rumors that he was not human at all…the thief that Yuusaku himself had inadvertently named courtesy of someone else’s sloppy handwriting…
And the interesting conversation with Kuroba Toichi, especially when they noted that the white thief never harmed anyone, and an offhanded comment from the magician about how different the stakes would be should the thief in question be willing to hurt or kill for his targets…
In the back of Yuusaku’s mind, an idea was beginning to take shape. A very fascinating idea…
It was not long after that society party that a new book hit the market, an instant best-seller in the world of fiction. A mystery and adventure surrounding a mysterious masked thief who stole out of the shadows and made off with his target, whose face no one knew and whose identity was known only to the night and the silence and the host of stars.
And Kudo Yuusaku simply smiled when asked how he had come by the idea for the Night Baron, and replied that sometimes inspiration came from the strangest of places.
PS. In which I continue to bend canon so it will dance to my plunnies. DANCE, I SAY! Erm, yes. So. This is number ninety! Only ten more and this challenge is frakkin’ DONE! Hope you’ll stay tuned. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!
