Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: General series
Word Count: 179 words
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: A very awkward situation, featuring a nice crack-pairing. Conan/Shinichi. Yes, you read that right.
The two boys stared at each other with identical blue eyes—the smaller one, perhaps a decade younger than his older counterpart, adjusted his glasses and raised an eyebrow. “…what the hell are you doing here?”
“Because the author’s on crack,” the taller one (who we will call Shinichi) shrugged, shoving his hands casually into his pockets.
The younger one—henceforth known as Conan—shrugged in an echo of Shinichi’s movements. “So what’s this case all about?”
“Arson,” Shinichi pointed towards the smoking remains of what had once been a building. “I know we usually deal with murderers, but this case is extremely interesting.”
“Well, we’ve already got the arsonist,” Shinichi replied. “The perp was wearing a T-shirt for a show called Dragonball Z, and he was dragged away, screaming something about a dub.”
“…so why are we here then?” Conan asked.
“I have no idea,” Shinichi said.
Crickets chirped for a moment.
Finally, Shinichi spoke again. “So…you wanna make out?”
Conan raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t we the same person?”
“Do not underestimate my ego.”
PS. If you guessed this was a drabble request, you’re right--for the lovely gynophobia. Whew…the prompt was “FUNimation,” so I figured I’d just run with it. Yay crack! Thanks for reading, everyone. Much love!