Fandom: Detective Conan
Bad Guy: Gin
Theme: #17—Go outside and shut the door.
Disclaimer: Own Detective Conan, I do not. Own the characters, Gosho Aoyama does. Making money off them, I am not. Borrow and write about them, I merely do. Talk like Yoda, I must.
Summary: There he was. The man who had nearly taken Shinichi away from her…
Mouri Ran swallowed hard and fidgeted impatiently as she waited for the guard to open the door.
She hadn’t told Shinichi she was coming here—he would have been displeased at best, and outright forbidden it at worst. Not that he could have stopped her or anything—she was far too stubborn for something like words to change her mind. But she didn’t like lying to him, and just hiding this from him somehow felt less like lying.
Finally, the guard stepped up and nodded. She had clearance.
It was time.
The door opened. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she stepped into the small jail cell. And there he was, sitting on the bed. She knew him mostly by his code-name, Gin. But most importantly, she knew him as the man who had nearly taken Shinichi away from her.
And he glared as she walked into the room. He recognized her. “Well, if it isn’t Kudo’s little girlfriend,” the blonde man sneered. “Come to gloat? Scream? Rage?” He chuckled humorlessly and sat back, the lit cigarette hanging precariously from his lower lip.
“I came to tell you something,” Ran squared her shoulders. “I just wanted to say…”
“…thank you!” Ran chirped, pulling her hands out from behind her back to shove a bouquet into Gin’s startled hands. Her voice was all happiness and cheer, and she was smiling broadly.
His cigarette dropped from his mouth to the floor as his jaw dropped in shock.
“I owe you big time!” she gushed. “I mean, I’m not happy that you nearly killed Shinichi—I should probably kick your ass all over the place for that—but because of what you did, so much has happened! We had a little chat, and he said he did a lot of thinking while he was stuck as Conan, and he finally understood a few things that even I couldn’t get through his stupid thick skull! He told me how he felt about me!” She clapped her hands as she spoke.
Gin openly gaped. He hadn’t been this stunned since…well, he couldn’t remember ever being this stunned. And he didn’t like being stunned. It almost made him wish he had his beloved handgun to put an end to the little annoyance in front of him. But no dice—they took his gun away when they threw him in here.
“So I just thought I’d come by and say thank you for waking the idiot up,” she shrugged. “That’s all I really wanted. And they told me I could give you the flowers as a thank you present. I tried to pick ones that I thought you’d like. Now…well, now you can rot in hell for all I care.” She turned and headed back towards the door, where the guard was waiting. “See you at your trial!”
As she stepped out of the cell, the door shut with a loud clang.
Now alone, Gin looked down at the bouquet she’d given him. And he could have sworn that one of the Venus fly-traps looked back at him, nestled amid the black roses.
…quite frankly, it might have been one of the nicest presents Gin had ever gotten.
PS. Ehehe…yay hiatus? And yay crack? I think this was sparked by a few comments to an older fic, and I think the comments were between myself and magic_truth. So she gets the shout-out on this one :D Also for ran_mouri82, who asked for crack for Christmas. I give it to you freely.
Thanks for reading, everyone. Much love!