Fandom: Detective Conan
Friends: Kudo Shinichi/Edogawa Conan and Hattori Heiji
Theme: #1—platonic love
Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan—all the characters belong to Gosho Aoyama. I just kidnapped them and hid them in my closet to keep them safe from…I dunno, something awful, I’m sure. Don’t worry, I feed them. Sometimes.
Summary: Everything happened at just the right time for the worst possible results...
It was a lovely day in Tokyo, and the vocabulary screeching from the windows of the Mouri residence was enough to melt the tar on the street. The Oksakan duo had come for a visit, and they were busily in the midst of one of their infamous arguments. It would have been almost poetic, if it hadn’t been turning the air any number of colors in the process.
While Heiji and Kazuha verbally went at it, Ran and Shinichi were relaxing and enjoying the show. Really—you would usually have to pay for this caliber of entertainment!
…and then the status quo shifted. A series of seemingly innocent events happened, all in collaboration at just the write time to bring about the worst possible results.
Shinichi had just gotten up to go get some popcorn (every good show needed munchies, right?) right as Heiji roared something regarding Kazuha, a sea anemone, and their relative intelligences before he turned to storm away. Kazuha reached out angrily and gave him a little shove on the back…just as his foot caught on the corner of the rug. Heiji pitched forward…and crashed right into Shinichi…
And they both crashed back to the couch, lips pressed firmly together.
Ran gasped and clasped a hand over her own mouth.
Kazuha’s jaw dropped.
Shinichi’s eyes quadrupled in size.
Heiji made a muffled “HMPH?” sound.
And then all hell broke loose.
Heiji had landed sort of half-sprawled across Shinichi’s lap. He pushed away from the couch and vaulted halfway across the room, gasping and sputtering and choking. Shinichi also jumped to his feet and moved in the opposite direction with both of his hands clapped protectively over his mouth. Both were making various noises of disgust.
“God, Kazuha! What the hell were you doing?” Heiji shouted. “That was revolting!”
“I’m as sick as you are!” Shinichi said in reply, flailing. “You’re like a brother to me, but NO!”
The girls, meanwhile, were laughing their heads off.
“Ran…” Shinichi half-whined, giving her a pouty look. “Is there any mouthwash upstairs?”
She wiped away tears of laughter and nodded. “In the medicine cabinet.”
As Shinichi headed towards the door—taking the path that skirted as far around Hattori as possible—Heiji called out to him. “Kudo? No offense or anything, but…no eye contact for a while.”
PS. jeva_chan, you brat! This is all your fault! And I do say that with love. Ayiyiyi…I love how this goes with the theme, though. Yay for things working! And why yes, I am posting on this challenge again, and it hasn’t been nine months! Who woulda thunkit? Thanks for reading, all! Much love!