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Final Countdown (Fanfic100)

Title: Final Countdown
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: General series
Prompt: #95—New Year
Word Count: 819 words
Rating: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: Only five seconds left until midnight… Satou/Takagi

As the long-awaited hour drew near, the Tokyo Metro Police Department’s New Year’s Party was in full swing. Officers from every department met and mingled and enjoyed themselves thoroughly amidst music, food, and drink.

LOTS of drink. A good many blackmail pictures were undoubtedly being snapped as the evening wore on. There were proving to be a lot of laughs and a lot of surprises.

One of those surprises was definitely Satou-keiji proving exactly how much she could comfortably knock back. She was a little red-faced and laughing a little more loudly than usual as she stood and talked about something with an equally giggly, equally red-faced Yumi.

Takagi felt like he was the only sober one left in the room, though he couldn’t decide if that was a good feeling or not. He was standing by the refreshment table, watching everyone else help themselves to various things AND watching the seconds tick by as midnight inched closer. With each little tick, he grew a little more nervous.

So he tried to distract himself by watching Satou-san. Unfortunately, it wasn’t working. It was almost That Time, and he still wasn’t sure what in heaven’s name he was going to do once the clock struck twelve to announce the arrival of the new year.

Tradition held that one was supposed to kiss one’s significant other at midnight on New Year’s, right? But Takagi hadn’t managed to work up the nerve to kiss her at all yet, even under normal circumstances! And now, it was almost an expectation…

He wanted to.

And he was fairly certain that she wouldn’t kill him for doing so.

Sometimes he really hated himself for being so shy. Even after they had been together for as long as they had, he still couldn’t make himself move forward. He always held back.

He looked down at the table. That punch was starting to look awfully good—all this standing around and thinking and mentally kicking himself in the ass was starting to make him mighty thirsty. He reached over and helped himself to a glass and downed it in one go.

…wow. Suddenly he felt a lot more relaxed. And was it getting warmer in here? Eh, no matter. He quickly helped himself to a second glass and drank it down a bit more slowly.

Takagi wasn’t much of a drinker. So after three glasses of happy juice…er, punch (that was totally not spiked, nuh-uh, no way), he was feeling pretty good. And really brave. And not quite so shy.

“One minute!” someone called.

Sixty seconds left.

He needed to get moving.

Everyone else certainly was—moving, that is. They were all gathering around the television to watch the official countdown and cheer. Satou was near the back of the crowd; he made his way over to her, feeling unusually sure of himself.

She turned and beamed at him. “It’s almost midnight!”

In spite of himself and how confident he felt, Takagi hesitated for just a moment (he wrote it off to mere habit) before reaching out and grabbing her hand. “C’mon.” He gave a little tug to pull her along with him towards the nearest door; he was pleased when she followed him.

Forty seconds left.

Keeping a firm grip on her hand, he led her out of the room and into the hallway, away from the rest of the party. They corridor was darkened, with only the safety lights positioned every few meters to provide illumination.

“Takagi?” she said quietly as he glanced at his watch.

Twenty seconds.

“Look,” he said in a rush. “I’m sorry I didn’t do this sooner, but you know I’m a coward and I didn’t want you to kill me, and…and…” Whatever was in that punch had apparently hinged his tongue in the middle and started it wagging at both ends.

The party was starting the final countdown. “Ten…nine…”

Her eyes were wide and questioning as she waited for him to actually explain, something he was not proving particularly adept at doing.

Takagi grabbed her shoulders and pressed her back against the wall. Both her hands moved instinctively to his waist. Realization was finally dawning as to what exactly was happening here.

Five seconds left.

He listened to the countdown while she waited patiently. Knowingly.





Taking a deep breath, he finally let himself kiss her.

It wasn’t expert or anything, but it was definitely eager. Takagi felt like he was as high as the fireworks he was sure were all over the New Year’s telecast. And judging by the way she was holding onto him and responding, she wasn’t complaining at all.

But slowly, the rest of the world came back into focus, and he pulled away…and waited.

Satou was silent for a moment. But finally, she reacted: she smiled. And she reached up with one hand and gently touched his face. “Happy New Year’s, Takagi.”

PS. Written for inquisitorial, who asked me for Satou and Takagi with the added prompt of “five seconds left.” Hope you enjoyed the sweet little fluff-fic. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!

Tags: character: satou, character: takagi, fandom: detective conan/magic kaito, fic: fanfic100, misc: theme comm

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