Fandom: Detective Conan
Publish Date: 9/24/2005 through 12/24/2006 (in Short Stack Stories)
Disclaimer: I don't own Detective Conan. But I do have homemade hand-puppets for each character...that's normal, right?
The heist had gone off without a hitch—as always, of course. And now they were having the post-heist standoff-slash-taunting. He was standing up on a retaining wall, the evening’s prize tucked carefully into his jacket, watching the police scatter around below him while the crowd cheered.
It was in the middle of Nakamori’s tirade—something involving a camel, popcorn, and a half-sized violin—when something flew out of the gathered female hoard and landed on Kid’s hat.
He frowned slightly and glanced upwards. Not that he could see anything, but it was reflex. One gloved hand reached up and plucked the offended object from the top of his hat, bringing it down to eye-level for further examination.
It was small, and purple, and…
With the…item dangling limply from one finger, he glanced down at the throng of screaming fangirls and raised an eyebrow. Ooooooookay…
With a flick of the wrist, he sent the…um, present back down into the crowd, accompanied by a shower of white rose petals. Just to give it that extra flair, and hopefully distract everyone from the fact that someone—with an extremely good arm, he noted—had decided to give him a gift.
But, he thought as he turned to make his getaway, girls throwing underwear at him was definitely a step above psychotic killers in black shooting at him.