soc_puppet | Birthday Fic

Summercloud is letting me post my birthday fic here ^___^.
Author:

summercloud
Fandom: Detective Conan/Fullmetal Alchemist
Summary: Response to 'looks like an apotoxin victim' prompt
Title:
Birthday fic for Socchan!

Prompt being: Ed: "Who’s so small he looks like an apotoxin victim?!"

Also a crossover with:
1. "That blasted red stone" by IckaImp (being a crossover between MK and FMA)
2. That fic where Ran turns to Rin (might be the one with the immortality shtick, but I’m ignoring that
and
3. The short-Heiji fic by Socchan (being not written yet, I think)

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Ayumi was watching the strange blond boy in the schoolyard. His clothes were strange, he was acting strange, and he talked strange—really, Ayumi thought, he was pretty suspicious. And as a member of the Detective Boys (not that Ayumi was a boy, but boys were like that—they forgot that they weren’t the center of the universe. Ayumi knew better, of course, not that that had anything to do with the strange boy in the schoolyard), it was Ayumi’s job to investigate suspicious things.

So Ayumi was loitering on the swingset, keeping an eye on the strange boy with the blond braid.

After a while Genta joined her. "Whatcha watching?" He asked curiously.

Ayumi gave him a bright smile. "Don’t look now, but there’s a strange boy in the yard, by the fence."

Genta gave the boy a quick glance out of the corner of his eye. "At least he’s not wearing black."

"His clothes under that coat are black," Ayumi pointed out.

"Blood is red." Genta was staring openly now.

Ayumi elbowed him. "Don’t stare! Here, push me on the swings or something."

"One of those guys in black?" Mitsuhiko asked briskly when he showed up.

Ayumi shrugged. "Could be."

Mitsuhiko climbed to the top of the swings before squinting at the boy. "Why’s he keep figitting like that? Strange."

"He keeps muttering, too, and it doesn’t sound like Japanese," Genta added.

"Conan and Ai coming soon?" Ayumi asked Mitsuhiko. At his shrug she sighed. "So we keep watching."

Ai was next, and the penetrating look she gave the boy made Ayumi feel better about her own suspicions. "Awfully short, isn’t he?" was all she said.

Conan and Rin were last, walking close together and laughing, followed by that strange relative of Conan’s—H-something, Ayumi thought. Harry? Harvy?

"Apotoxin?" Conan asked Ai.

Ai nodded. "I think so."

"What’s he muttering?" Rin wanted to know.

"German, I think." Ai frowned, then turned to Conan. "Can you understand what he’s saying?"

Conan looked frustrated. "It’s too faint."

Conan’s cousin (or something) gave the strange boy a pitying look. "Another one, eh? Though he seems a little tall fer it..."

Conan shrugged. "Too short not to be, with the way he’s acting." Which Ayumi could see—he was acting more like a grown-up, like Conan sometimes did, than a boy his height. What was "apotoxin," anyway? Speaking of which—

"Uh, guys..." Ayumi said nervously, "I think he’s angry."

Indeed, the muttering and violent gestures were getting louder.

"Are we sure he’s not one of those black guys?" Genta asked even more nervously. "Because he’s heading this way, and he doesn’t look happy."

The figure stalking towards them really didn’t look happy—blisteringly angry, in fact.

Genta, Mitsuhiko, Conan, and Harold (or was it Henry?) moved protectively in front of the girls; Ai, Rin, and Ayumi rolled their eyes and stepped forward as well.

The boy stopped in front of them, eyes snapping fire, red coat flaring dramatically behind him, blond braid whipping in a nonexistent wind. And began shouting at the top of his lungs.

In German.

"Uh, Conan..." Ayumi whispered, although she wasn’t too sure she wanted to know, "what’s he saying?"

Conan frowned thoughtfully. "It’s a bit hard to make out. Something about an octopus? And purple paint, I think. Oh! I got that part—he said ‘who’s so short he looks like an apotoxin victim.’ Er. And then more about octopuses."

Everyone blinked. Looked again at the boy, now waving his arms about, his face now red from screaming. Took a careful step back.

It was Genta who finally broke the silence. "Well," he shrugged, "at least he’s not one of the men in black."

~*~

Heh. Hope you enjoyed—I was unable to even think about making it serious (Sirius! Ha!), and I couldn’t resist that little dig at the end. MIB! Heh!

Happy Birthday!
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Now I just have to write that Furuba/Saiyuki crossover...