Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Kudo Shinichi/Mouri Ran
Theme: #20—insert lyrics here
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: A serenade is so romantic. Unless he can’t sing.
It wasn’t that Shinichi minded watching movies with Ran. Far from it—it was usually a very pleasant experience. But every once in a while, she would get it into her head to pick some lovey-dovey fluffy romantic…thing, and he would spend the entire night calculating exactly how much she owed him for sitting through this mind-numbing experience.
Not that he ever actually voiced how much he felt was due him.
That could get him killed.
Tonight’s monstrosity was no different. Bur Ran seemed completely spellbound by the trite love story and wooden acting, leaving Shinichi to ponder his options: jump out the window, or kiss Ran and hope she was interested.
On the screen, the dashing hero (who seemed to have all the acting ability of a surfboard) was perched in a tree below the heroine’s balcony. Said heroine was leaning down to call to him, proving beyond a doubt that as long as she was wearing that particular dress, she was one deep breath away from a misdemeanor charge. The hero called back to her with some cheesy line before picking up his guitar. And he started to play and sing to his lady-love, who sighed dreamily and over-dramatically.
In short, Shinichi was ready to scream.
His own lady, on the other hand…
“It’s so romantic!” Ran sighed. “Serenading her from beneath her balcony…that’s such a sweet thing for a guy to do!” She paused and glanced at him. “But…then again, he can actually…ya know, sing.” She gave him a sheepish smile. “Never mind.”
Shinichi raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.
Humming to herself, Ran paced around her room, brushing her hair one last time before bed. It had been such a good day, but she was tired and ready to sleep.
But as she sat down on the edge of her bed with every intention of skipping off to Dream Land, she heard something outside her window. At first it was so quiet that she thought she’d imagined it. But it grew louder until it was completely audible: music.
Very pretty music.
It actually sounded like a love song…
What in the world? Ran stood up and moved to the window. She opened it and looked down to find the source of the noise—sure enough, he was standing on the sidewalk. “Shinichi?” she called, startled. “What in the world are you doing?”
“Well, you said you wanted a serenade,” he called back. “And I can’t sing. So I figured this was the next best thing, right?” He held the speaker up a little higher to emphasize his point. The music sang out from it. There was a pause before he added, “I can mouth along with it, if you want. I’ve got the lyrics right here.” He waved a paper at her with his other hand.
It was too much—Ran started to laugh.
Shinichi waited patiently for her to stop giggling, one eyebrow quirked.
When she did stop, she brushed away tears of laughter and sat down by the window, putting one elbow on the window-sill and resting her chin in her hand. “Do you take requests?”
“…so long as they’re on this CD.”
Ran sighed happily. “I can’t believe you did this for me.”
His blush was evident even from her window…and so was his smile.
PS. I’d just like to make it clear that this is ran_mouri82's fault. Entirely. We were discussing the new Josh Groban album and how awesome it would be to have a balcony serenade from him, and lo, I had the mental image of Shinichi “serenading” Ran as only he can.
Hope you enjoyed it—thanks for reading, all! Much love!