Pairing: Kudo Shinichi/Mouri Ran
Fandom: Detective Conan
Theme: #17—kHz (kilohertz)
Rating: PG-13 (mildly suggestive)
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Gosho Aoyama. I claim none, I merely borrow them and dress them up in frilly smocks and make them dance to my ever-changing will like the puppets they are.
Ran liked to look. Not that she would ever actually admit it, but it was pleasant to observe sometimes. So, from her vantage point at the table in Shinichi’s kitchen, she did just that.
Shinichi was standing at the counter, bustling around, fixing them a gourmet afternoon snack of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Hey, he may have been a great detective, but letting him anywhere near a microwave (or anything that produced fire or heart, for that matter) was generally a very bad idea. He was definitely in a good mood, though. She knew because he was humming to himself, and she smiled, in spite of the fact that it was horrendously out of tune.
He didn’t seem to be paying a whole lot of attention to her at the moment, as his focus was on the difficult culinary task at hand—after all, spreading the peanut butter juuuuust right took a great amount of concentration, apparently. So she had an excellent opportunity to simply look.
This wasn’t the first time she had noted this particular fact, but Shinichi was definitely a handsome guy. Even her view of the back and side of his head allowed her to take a good solid look at him. The dark hair, features that shone of his mother’s genetic influence, and the eyes…
She probably could have spent an entire day on the eyes alone. Beautiful blue, so deep she could go swimming in them, and since his return, Sonoko had teased, those eyes had been only for Ran. As much as she’d denied it, Shinichi had made it quite clear that he had eyes for her and her alone.
Ran’s boyfriend was a very good-looking young man.
And all mine!! her possessive side declared gleefully. She told it to hush up.
Her own eyes traced down the back of his neck, down to his shoulders. A favorite pillow, she thought with a smile. He had once jokingly complained that he was nothing more than her personal piece of furniture. She had smiled and told him to stop moving because she was comfortable, leaning against him.
Down his neck to his back—he gave good piggy-back rides…especially when she’d tripped and sprained her ankle that once. He had even managed to not tease her too much about it until he’d gotten her home. Once she was on crutches and couldn’t actually chase him, he’d had a field day. But she always got him in the end. She managed not to laugh out loud at that set of memories.
From his back to follow the line of his arms—she absolutely loved the way those arms felt around her—down to his hands. Slender, graceful fingers that at the moment were diligently dispersing purple jelly onto the peanut butter. How many times had she walked along with her fingers intertwined in his? How many times had those fingers threaded themselves through her hair?
She sighed happily at the thoughts. Then her eyes began to wander again, going where they wanted; she wasn’t really thinking anymore, just ogling. Trouble was that they stopped to linger over one particular area, and seemed to have gotten rather stuck.
And while her eyes were super glued to that specific spot, Shinichi just happened to glance back over his shoulder with the intention of announcing that the food preparations were completed. Instead, he got quite a surprise.
Not that she actually noticed. She was far, far off in La La Land.
She stared, vaguely hearing someone saying her name.
The tap on her forehead finally brought her back to the realm of reality, and she shook her head to clear her thoughts. Then she looked up at the source of the tap on her skull: Shinichi, who had poked her with one hand while he set the plate of completed sandwiches down on the table by her elbow. “So, you like what you see, or what?” he leered.
“Yeah…I mean—!!!” she clapped her hands over her mouth. Suddenly, Ran became acutely aware of exactly where she had been staring. She also became painfully aware of the fact that Shinichi was standing over her, hands on his waist, a sizable smirk crossing that smug little face of his.
“Uh-huh…” he quirked a brow. “Now if I got caught doing that to you, you’d break both my arms. Ran, Ran, Ran…” He sat down, shaking his head in mock-disappointment. Then he stopped and grinned. “I’m sorry, should I stand? Don’t want to obstruct your view or anything.”
In one of her science classes, a teacher had told them that the human heart usually beats at about 1.2 hertz. Right now, Ran’s was undoubtedly racing at about twenty kilohertz in its efforts to jump out of her chest and run away from home. She decided that now was a good time to make an in-depth study of the counter. On the other side of the room.
Shinichi stared at the side of her head for a minute, then started to laugh. “Ran, the look on your face…” He leaned over and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. “Don’t burst into flames on me or anything.” She still looked absolutely mortified, so he held up one of the confections he had so lovingly prepared. “Here, have a sandwich and be distracted.”
Ran slowly accepted the proffered snack and bit into it. It was delicious—hmmm, grape jelly, her favorite. But she could still feel Shinichi’s eyes on her, and she knew that he was still laughing at her. It was just so embarrassing!!
“So, Ran…” he said after a minute, in a far-too-casual tone, “Isn’t turnabout fair play?”
She finally looked straight at him. It took a second before it clicked and she understood what he meant. Her eyes narrowed into a glare that could have killed a lesser man, taking his smug little grin square in the face. “Shinichi. You’re going to have to start kissing some serious ass first. End of discussion.”
PS. I don’t know why this idea amused me so much. I really don’t. But it did. Yes, I made Ran into a lovesick moose, but I keep picking on Shinichi, so I felt it was time to mess with Ran for a change.
Dedicated with much love to my dear friend Cassandra Lynn. She doesn’t watch anime (poor girl), but the title and, ahem, concept are part of a long-time running gag between us (by long-running, I mean since freshmen year of high school, and we’re now juniors in college), so I send this little crack-fic out to her.
The 1.2 hertz for the human heart thing? Read it on Wikipedia when I looked it up to make sure I actually knew what a kilohertz was. Funny, the things you find online, huh? Thanks, everyone!! Much love!!