Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Kudo Shinichi/Mouri Ran
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: Shinichi plus a Rubik’s cube equals not good.
Ran, Shinichi reflected wryly, was evil.
It wasn’t in any overt way—she wasn’t going out and killing anyone or stealing anything or kicking puppies or even taking candy from babies. It wasn’t a tangible evil, but more of a subtle one.
Namely, she had given him a Rubik’s cube and told him to have a party.
Then she’d gone into the kitchen to fix some lunch, leaving him to sit at the table and ponder the mysteries of the toy in his hands. And he started playing with it, having no doubts at all that he would solve the puzzle in record time.
But he quickly made a rather unpleasant discovery: it wasn’t as easy as it looked.
The Rubik’s cube was NOT cooperating at all.
He kept flipping and twisting and turning the various faces of the block, but he always wound up with one or two that weren’t where they were supposed to be. To put it bluntly, it was kicking his ass.
Shinichi did not enjoy losing. He attacked the Rubik’s cube with a vengeance.
But after a while, his enthusiasm turned to frustration as he stared at it yet again, a single yellow square smiling cheerily up at him from amidst the eight blue ones. This was stupid, he decided, in the true fashion of one who doesn’t want to admit defeat, but refuses to go on with the losing battle.
“Screw it,” Shinichi muttered, halfheartedly tossing the thing across the room. It was a childish thing to do, but he was feeling especially sullen at the moment, and there was a strange satisfaction that came with chucking the stupid toy.
That satisfaction went CRUNCH, however, when he heard a female voice let out a yelp, followed by a crashing noise. Shinichi jumped up and rushed over in a panic…
…to come face to face with Mouri Ran. A very irate Mouri Ran. Who was standing in the kitchen doorway with two plates shattered at her feet and the remnants of what appeared to be several sandwiches scattered amidst the shards of broken ceramic. A dark brown liquid—probably tea—was soaking into the aforementioned sandwich remains.
And Ran herself had one hand pressed to her forehead, where a dark red welt was already appearing. And she did not look like a happy camper. “Shinichi…” she said in a slow, even voice.
He winced—that was an uber-bad sign. “Ummm…oops?”
She stepped past the wreckage of what was intended to be lunch, stalked towards him, and put her angry face close enough to his that their noses were brushing. “You should consider yourself very lucky that I love you. Now,” she jabbed a finger at the mess on the floor, “clean it up.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Shinichi squeaked.
PS. I give this with lurv to mint_eclair. Happy birthday! Sorry it’s been a while since I posted on this challenge—my primary focus right now is on Nights and Hugs, as I want to have them both done by Christmas. Then this one can get some lovin’. Thanks for reading, everyone. Much love!