Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Kazuha (General series)
Word Count: 554 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: Half the fun of being a parent is getting to mess with your kids’ heads…
Kazuha stood in the doorway and watched with a small smile as her two daughters jumped on the bed she shared with Heiji. It was a Sunday morning, and they had just finished breakfast; Yukari and Tomoe (ages thirteen and ten, respectively) were still in their pajamas. They hadn’t even noticed her presence yet—they were too engrossed in bouncing on the bed and trying to whack each other senseless with pillows.
After a while, she grinned and walked the rest of the way into the room. “Okay, you two, that’s enough. I think you’re both too old for this.” Normally, she would have said something earlier, but she was in an extremely good mood this morning, and so was being a bit more lenient than she might have been otherwise.
The two girls both giggled and obliged, opting instead to give each other one last whap with a pillow before they flopped down onto the bed and laughed. Kazuha sat down on the edge of the bed, chuckling at the antics of her children. Being a parent was tough, but these were some of the best moments of her life.
“Mom, when’s Dad going to get home?” Yukari asked.
“He’ll be home on Tuesday,” Kazuha replied. Heiji had been called out of town to help the police catch a serial killer in Hokkaido. He didn’t really like being away from her and the kids for that long, but it couldn’t be helped. He had called the previous evening (as he called every night when he had to be away) and told her that they had gotten the killer—he was staying around for an extra day to make sure that the case was truly airtight and that all of the evidence was in order, and then he would come home.
Tomoe, meanwhile, rolled over to lay on her stomach and looked up at her mother. “You guys have such a comfy bed…” she sighed happily and snuggled against the comforter.
Kazuha chuckled. “I have to agree. Actually…” she hesitated, and then decided that she was feeling very mischievous today—and it was her god-given duty as a parent to make sure that her kids had something to tell their therapists someday. “Actually, Yukari-chan…you were started in this bed.”
Yukari looked appalled. “MOM!”
When Tomoe started laughing at the horrified look on her sister’s face, Kazuha turned a measuring eye on her younger daughter. “What are you laughing about, missie? You were started on the floor!” Now it was Yukari’s turn to crack up; Tomoe was pretending to throw up while Kazuha went on. “Yes…we’d gone to a house in the country for our anniversary—Yukari-chan was spending the night with Grandpa. There was a big window and a fireplace in the living room with a really nice rug, so—“
“MOM!!” Yukari yelped again.
Now Kazuha smirked. “Oh, I’ll even go you one better—did you know you two had the same due date? Yukari was born on October thirtieth, and Tomoe was born on November third, but you were both due on November ninth.”
The two girls gaped at their mother. “Mom,” Yukari said slowly, “how in the world did you and Dad pull that off?”
Kazuha’s grin grew a little more evil. “Nine months after Valentine’s Day. You do the math.”
PS. I just made up Yukari and Tomoe because I thought Heiji and Kazuha needed kids, and they just pop up whenever the situation calls for them. They debuted in one of my 30_hugs fics.
The best part? This entire thing is based on a true story. I will say nothing more, except that it’s ironic and slightly amusing (in regards to this fic) that the theme “months” is number nine. Nine months. Hee! Why yes, I am that easily amused. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!