Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Kudo Shinichi/Mouri Ran
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: All Shinichi wanted was to make a nice dinner for Ran…
When the doorbell rang, Shinichi nearly slipped and fell in his hurry to get to the front door and answer it. Still, he took that one extra second to straighten up and smooth himself down before he actually opened the door, looking every inch the immaculate gentleman.
Ran was standing there expectantly, and she did not look convinced. “Don’t bother trying to be suave—I heard the crash,” she laughed.
“You caught me,” he admitted, stepped aside to allow her entrance. “Come in, come in! Make yourself at home!” He closed the door behind her and offered to take her jacket—it wasn’t horribly cold outside, but there was enough of a bite in the air to warrant the extra padding.
“Thanks,” she slipped her shoes off and slid into a pair of house-scuffs. The slippers did look a little out of place with the rest of her outfit; he had asked her to dress up a bit, and she had obliged. She was wearing a pale blue dress with short sleeves, a skirt that hit just below the knee, and a scoop neck.
He was quite fond of that dress; she looked lovely in it, and he told her so. “You look amazing.”
“Thank you,” she blushed slightly at the compliment. “So! What did you have planned for tonight, oh flattering one?”
Shinichi couldn’t quite keep himself from leering. “Well, I did have a few other thoughts if you’re not hungry…” His suggestion was met by a sound smack on the head. “…or I could just make you dinner?”
“That sounds good,” Ran replied firmly. “What’re we having?”
“It’s a surprise,” Shinichi grinned.
“Do you need any help? Or should I just stay out of your way?” she inched towards the kitchen.
“I want to do it myself, so get away from there!” he mock-scolded her, wagging a finger. “You hang out a while, and I’ll get it all ready.”
“All right,” she laughed and nodded. “I’ll go read in the library for a little while. But let me know if you need any help, okay?” When he disappeared into the kitchen, Ran headed toward the library as promised. But she did pause in the dining room doorway to take a look. Shinichi really had gone all out on tonight, hadn’t he? The table was all set; there were candles and fancy tableware and a bouquet of flowers that she was pretty sure was for her.
She smiled and continued on her way towards the library. Shinichi…that silly boy could be so thoughtful sometimes, especially when he just let that stubborn romantic streak in him come to the fore.
If everything went according to plan, this would be one of the best, most romantic things Shinichi had ever pulled off—he wasn’t very good at such things. But every once in a while, he liked to really try and do something like that for Ran.
She definitely deserved it.
Even if he sometimes sucked at it.
The dinner he had planned wasn’t particularly difficult to prepare—chicken fettuccine alfredo with garlic bread and broccoli, and strawberry cheesecake for dessert. Okay, so the cheesecake wasn’t homemade, but he was doing the rest of it, and that counted for something, didn’t it?
And contrary to popular belief, he could cook. Granted, he wasn’t as good at it as Ran, who could take any recipe and somehow improve it as she cooked it. But he could piece together a meal. After all, he had lived on his own for a number of years after his parents had jetted off to America. He’d had to learn to cook out of necessity. If he hadn’t…well, living off fast food might have been tasty, but it couldn’t have been very good for his wallet, his health…or his waistline. Soccer only burned so many calories!
He already had everything set out and ready to go. And now it was time to…well, get cooking. Boil the water for the pasta, simmer the alfredo, cook the chicken, microwave the broccoli, and get the garlic bread in the oven. Nothing complicated, but he knew the effort would speak volumes.
So he dove in. He got the stove going to heat the water and alfredo sauce, and got the skillet heating for the fajita-cut chicken. This certainly was easy! He was going to have this ready in no time. And then Ran would smile…he liked it when she smiled.
After waiting a little while, he turned the oven on and popped the garlic bread in. Then he turned his attention to the stove and dropped the chicken strips into the frying pan…and was surprised at how loudly they started sizzling. That was really hot and…smoking? There was smoke coming from the pan.
It didn’t take a detective to figure out what had happened once he looked at the stove dials. He had been so busy thinking about other things (…okay, he was thinking about Ran) that he had turned the burners to the wrong heat settings. The one under the water was at medium heat, while the one under the chicken…was on high.
Well, that would certainly account for the smoke filling the kitchen.
Now startled, Shinichi moved. And what happened next all happened very, very fast.
Shinichi reached for the skillet in a moderate panic. As he did so, his elbow caught the pan with the water in it and knocked it off the stove; it splashed all over the floor…and his slipper-encased feet. It wasn’t boiling, but it was still on the VERY warm side. He jumped and yelped in surprised and flailed with both hands. One of his arms hit the bowl with the fettuccine in it, spilling dry pasta across the hot burners.
The noodles smoked and started to burn, sending more smoke into the air. It was a wonder that the alarm hadn’t gone off yet, really. He dropped the skillet with the chicken—it splashed to the ground at his feet—and grabbed the simmering alfredo and dumped it over the burning pasta with one hand while grappling with the stove dials with the other in a mad attempt to put out the fire. The sauce started bubbling, and he smelled burning cheese. Now shaken, he took a step back…
…and slipped on the soaked floor. As he fell, he managed to knock the bowl with the frozen broccoli off the counter. The glass bowl shattered, sending shards flying; he felt a sting of pain across his wrist. And as a grand finale, he managed to put his foot through the oven door and smack his head on the island counter on the way down.
All of this took perhaps fifteen seconds.
And it ended with Kudo Shinichi, world famous detective, sprawled on his kitchen floor with water sloshing around his hands and bits of chicken and broccoli and broken glass scattered around him. His foot was hanging through the glass oven door, there was a cut on his arm from the broken bowl, and dinner was continuing to turn into a smoky mess across the warm stove. AND he had taken enough of a bump to the head that he was completely immobilized.
As he lay there, stunned, all he could really do was wonder what the hell had just happened, and think was that this was awful, this was a complete disaster, there was no way that this moment could possibly get any worse…
…scratch that. It had just gotten worse.
It was embarrassing, to say the least.
All he’d wanted to do was make a nice, romantic dinner for Ran. Something sweet and thoughtful to show how much he cared. But his good intentions had exploded in his face—literally.
So instead of ending the evening the way he had hoped (which had sort of involved some kisses and maybe a cuddle or three), he was lying on his back on the couch with his leg in Ran’s lap while she bandaged up the injuries from his unfortunate battle with the oven door (winner undecided as yet). The nick on his wrist was already bandaged, but he had one hell of a headache.
Ran looked up at him and shook her head wryly before bending back to the bandages. “I can’t believe it. I really can’t. I can’t figure out how you managed to do this to yourself…”
“I can’t either,” he sighed, turning his head to look at the wall. He was trying not to let on exactly how dejected he really felt about the whole situation. It was bad enough that dinner had become a war-zone like that, but then to have Ran walk in and find him there, like that, barely able to move…it wasn’t just embarrassing. It was humiliating.
Still, she had taken control of the situation with her usual manner. She had done a quick check to make sure that nothing was in any further immediate danger of igniting, and then carefully pulled him from the wreckage, making certain to avoid any glass herself. Then she had pulled him to the nearest room with a couch and gone in search of a first aid kit. And now here they were.
She must have heard that note in his voice, because she looked up at him again, her fingers pausing in their work. This time, her expression was less scolding and more concerned. “Shinichi?”
“Sorry,” he murmured, closing his eyes.
“…for screwing this up. It was supposed to be nice.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Oh, honestly,” Ran tied off the bandage and shoved his leg from her lap so the only comfortable move he could make was to sit up…which meant that he had to look at her. “Shinichi, it’s fine. You tried. It just…went a little haywire, that’s all.”
He didn’t look convinced.
Ran smiled and inched towards him, sliding along the couch cushions. “But you know…I think it’s really sweet that you would go to all that trouble and planning just for me.” And there was no doubt in his mind that she meant every word of it. “So…what do you say we just order some take-out and relax and watch a movie?”
Shinichi couldn’t keep himself from smiling. “That’s…not a bad idea.”
She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. “Good. I’ll get the phone. You take it easy, you’ve had…quite a night.” She got up and moved towards the phone. “Look at it this way—this will be a great story to tell the kids someday.”
He almost chuckled, until he realized what she had just said. “Wait—kids?”
It was at that moment that Ran herself seemed to realize exactly what had come out of her mouth, and flushed a bright red. “I…err, umm…that is to say…” She looked down at the phone and then gave him a smile that was far too bright. “SO! Pizza? Pizza sounds good. I like pizza.”
As she busied herself with the ordering, Shinichi remembered the cheesecake hidden away in the refrigerator, and smiled. Maybe this evening wasn’t going to be a total disaster after all.
PS. THIS IS NUMBAH TEN!! WHOO!! Okay, for what it’s worth, I know this is probably stretching credibility just a little bit. But I did it anyway. Even my mother, who is an amazing cook, has had moments like these where everything just seems to go totally haywire. And for the record, dry pasta noodles will ignite if left on a hot burner. Not that I know that from experience or anything…cough…
Also, I would like to take this opportunity to make a most joyous announcement: I HAVE MY FIRST TEACHING JOB!! WHOO!!
But we’re a third of the way done, whee! Hope you enjoyed the fic, and hope you’ll come back again. Thanks for reading, all. Much love!