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soc_puppetFic Repost, part two! Three one-shots for the price of one! And that'll pretty much catch me up to current fics, though I'll probably want to save one or two one-shots from earlier fandoms.
Fandom: Detective Conan
Summary: Conan loses a bet
Fic: Haircut
By socchan
The barber eyed Conan warily as he tied the smock around the boy’s neck. “You sure about this, son?”
Conan sighed. “Positive.”
“Well, okay then…” Dubiously, the barber set to work, scissors flashing in deft hands.
Shin’ichi watched somewhat regretfully from behind Conan’s glasses as locks of hair tumbled down. Oh, well, he thought, A bet’s a bet, after all.
Some time later, the bell on the door rang, and a young woman strode in, carrying packages. “Conan-kun?” She looked around for the boy. “Where are you?”
“Over here, Ran-neechan.” Ran turned to the source of the voice and stared at the apparent seven-year-old climbing down from the barber’s chair and smiling sheepishly. The packages slipped from her numb fingers.
“C-Conan-kun?!”
--
The relative silence of the Hattori residence was broken by the ringing of a phone.
“I’ll get it!” Heiji called out, reaching for the appliance. He picked it up and put it to his ear. “Hello.”
“Hattori,” a crisp voice answered.
Heiji grinned into the receiver. “Kudo! Hey. So, did you get it done?”
“Yes,” came the annoyed reply. “I hope you’re happy.”
Heiji grinned wider. “Absolutely. And I hope that this teaches you not to make bets with me about women’s fashion.”
Conan scowled into the phone on the other end of the line, running his hand over his naked scalp self-consciously. “I hate you.” Heiji snickered.
--Fin—
One day last year I went to school, and my then-stand partner had shaved his head ^^; One thing lead to another. Wrote it in twenty minutes, then ran home during an open hour to type it up and post it. Yeah, I'm a little obsessed; how could you tell?
Fandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Summary: Crack pairing fic. Sonoko sees something she likes.
Notes: At the time, it was the only crack pairing fic I had written. I'm contemplating re-naming it.
Fic: Odd Couple
By socchan
“The most gorgeous thing on two legs just walked by.”
Ran barely had to glance up to know it was Sonoko who took the seat across from her.
“Long flowing hair, amazing eyes, well built, and the cutest butt I’ve ever seen.” Sonoko gushed. Idly, Ran sipped her tea; it sounded like business as usual with Sonoko. The girl sighed, breezily. “You think she’d be interested in a date?” she wondered aloud.
“Cough, cough, splutter, choke!” Ran answered, staring at her friend in shock. She?!
Sonoko noticed Ran’s apparent discomfort. “Oh, don’t worry about it, Ran. I mean, you’re cute and all (absolutely luscious, really) but I know you already like Shin’ichi, and I don’t chase people with other interests.”
“But Sonoko,” Ran protested weakly, having finally caught her breath. “Makoto… All those guys…”
Sonoko shrugged. “I never said I was gay.” She pondered this statement a moment, then grinned. “Of course, to be fair, I never said I was straight, either.” Her eyes sparkled. “Some of us prefer the middle ground. Now, as I was saying…” As Sonoko continued to rave about the ‘delicious’ girl she’d seen, Ran resigned herself to listening to her friend obsess about the same sex in addition to the opposite.
Elsewhere, Koizumi Akako sneezed violently, and wondered who could be talking about her now?
—Fin—
To quote the original author's notes: Actually, I find the idea of Sonoko and Akako together both terrifying and oddly adorable. (If, at one point, Sonoko actually does say she’s straight, I’m not aware of it, and will officially call this fic an AU to keep it intact.) Wasn’t planning to post this, but then, I wasn’t planning to write it, either.
Ran into an Akako cosplayer at Anime Central 2004. She was running around with a Kid cosplayer, and I didn't recognize her at first ^^; How embarassing! Still, knew who she was on the second try, and she had an amazing costume. This fic is unofficially blamed on her.
Also one of the instances when I utterly fail at trying not to make the characters mouthpieces for myself ^^;
Fandom: Magic Kaito
Summary: Aoko's reaction to finding the hidden room in Kaito's house. Not to be taken seriously.
Fic: Otaku
By socchan
Nakamori Aoko rapped on the door to her best friend's house and waited. After about a minute with no answer, she tried again. "Kaito!" she called out. "I know you're in there. I need help with my homework." Frustrated with the lack of response, Aoko opened the door and walked inside, only mildly surprised that it wasn't locked.
Aoko felt little guilt for coming in uninvited. For the past several years she and Kaito had all but lived at one another's houses. She even had her own key and a pair of slippers waiting for her just inside the door. "Kaito?" she called out again. "It's time for our study session!"
"I'll be there in a minute!" came the muffled response.
Ah, Aoko reasoned, Bathroom. No wonder he didn't hear me. Idly, she wandered through the house, noticing a note from Kaito's mother on the kitchen table explaining that she was out shopping and would be back later tonight, so don't wait up for her Kaito, dear. And that explains where his mother is…
"I'll just go ahead and get started," Aoko called back, and made her way to the den.
Letting her backpack hit the floor with a small thud, Aoko glanced around the room, taking in familiar surroundings: the television, the bookshelves, the portrait of Kaito's father ever so slightly ajar… Wait a minute. Aoko backtracked over that particular thought. There was no reason she could think of that the picture would be ajar.
Aoko stepped closer to examine it, and was quite surprised when it swung open at her gentle touch. Curiosity getting the better of her, Aoko stepped through and looked around.
She stood at the top of a stairway leading down into a room full of Kaitou Kid gear. Blueprints, gadgets, even a car for goodness' sake, it was all but bursting at the seams with phantom thief paraphernalia. Aoko took it all in with a sort of numb shock, and the gears in her head, slowly, began to turn.
All this stuff, all the times that Kaito went missing, coincidence upon coincidence upon coincidence all piled up in her mind and started to make sense.
Kuroba Kaito was Kaitou Kid
But that means he's been lying to me…
Well, there are obviously good reasons for him not telling me, starting with my father.
And he steals things.
And then returns them. And I don't know why he does either one.
And the police are after him.
Well, after the Kid at any rate, which more or less adds up to the same thing.
But I hate the Kid! I hate him, I really do!
Don't I?
And, if Kid and Kaito are the same thing, does that mean I hate Kaito, too?
And if I do, or if I don't, what does that mean exactly? For him, for me, for both of us…
…
I'm not ready to think about this just yet.
Well, I have to do something about it.
Why couldn't there be another explanation?
And Nakamori Aoko stood there, eyes glazed over slightly, as defense mechanisms took hold of her (again).
Kuroba Kaito strolled cheerily into the den, ready for a long refreshing study session (translation: ready to taunt Aoko over homework until she inevitably gave up and went for the mop, forgetting about studying until entirely too much time had passed). He looked around the room for Aoko, but paused when something seemed off.
Ah, that was it; the door to the secret room was open. And there was Aoko, standing right inside it, too. Kaito wondered how much he could scare her by sneaking up on her and tapping her shoulder before his brain caught up with his thoughts.
Kaito swallowed. Loudly. "Um, Aoko…?"
Aoko turned to face him, looking very peeved. "Really, Kaito. I knew you were a Kid fan, but this is ridiculous! A whole secret room dedicated to him?" She sighed, disgustedly. "Otaku…"
Kaito sweatdropped.
—Fin—
Again, quoting the original notes: I read in a reference book of sorts (I don't recall the title, as it has been a few years) that the actual meaning of 'otaku' is 'house', and refers to people who spend all of their time at home obsessing over the minutiae of a series, and thus the Japanese concept of 'otaku' is quite a bit different from the American understanding of it. Aoko, being who she is, would probably come to such conclusions upon finding the hidden room if she did not already know about Kid. (It's a very widely used Freudian defense mechanism, rationalization, in which one comes up for more socially acceptable explanations for otherwise unacceptable behaviors. In this fic, for example, being an Otaku is at least slightly more acceptable to Aoko than being a Kaitou. Yes, I know, too much Psych.)
Completely Unnecessary Omake:
Letting her backpack hit the floor with a small thud, Aoko glanced around the room, taking in familiar surroundings: the television, the bookshelves, the portrait of Kaito's father ever so slightly ajar… Wait a minute. Aoko backtracked over that particular thought. There was no reason she could think of that the picture would suddenly be of a jar instead of Kuroba Toichi.
(The author would like to apologize, as she was raised on bad puns, and realizes that not everyone was.)
Okay, that's it for now. More later--probably. If I feel like saving stuff from my previous fandoms.
Fandom: Detective Conan
Summary: Conan loses a bet
Fic: Haircut
By socchan
The barber eyed Conan warily as he tied the smock around the boy’s neck. “You sure about this, son?”
Conan sighed. “Positive.”
“Well, okay then…” Dubiously, the barber set to work, scissors flashing in deft hands.
Shin’ichi watched somewhat regretfully from behind Conan’s glasses as locks of hair tumbled down. Oh, well, he thought, A bet’s a bet, after all.
Some time later, the bell on the door rang, and a young woman strode in, carrying packages. “Conan-kun?” She looked around for the boy. “Where are you?”
“Over here, Ran-neechan.” Ran turned to the source of the voice and stared at the apparent seven-year-old climbing down from the barber’s chair and smiling sheepishly. The packages slipped from her numb fingers.
“C-Conan-kun?!”
--
The relative silence of the Hattori residence was broken by the ringing of a phone.
“I’ll get it!” Heiji called out, reaching for the appliance. He picked it up and put it to his ear. “Hello.”
“Hattori,” a crisp voice answered.
Heiji grinned into the receiver. “Kudo! Hey. So, did you get it done?”
“Yes,” came the annoyed reply. “I hope you’re happy.”
Heiji grinned wider. “Absolutely. And I hope that this teaches you not to make bets with me about women’s fashion.”
Conan scowled into the phone on the other end of the line, running his hand over his naked scalp self-consciously. “I hate you.” Heiji snickered.
--Fin—
One day last year I went to school, and my then-stand partner had shaved his head ^^; One thing lead to another. Wrote it in twenty minutes, then ran home during an open hour to type it up and post it. Yeah, I'm a little obsessed; how could you tell?
Fandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Summary: Crack pairing fic. Sonoko sees something she likes.
Notes: At the time, it was the only crack pairing fic I had written. I'm contemplating re-naming it.
Fic: Odd Couple
By socchan
“The most gorgeous thing on two legs just walked by.”
Ran barely had to glance up to know it was Sonoko who took the seat across from her.
“Long flowing hair, amazing eyes, well built, and the cutest butt I’ve ever seen.” Sonoko gushed. Idly, Ran sipped her tea; it sounded like business as usual with Sonoko. The girl sighed, breezily. “You think she’d be interested in a date?” she wondered aloud.
“Cough, cough, splutter, choke!” Ran answered, staring at her friend in shock. She?!
Sonoko noticed Ran’s apparent discomfort. “Oh, don’t worry about it, Ran. I mean, you’re cute and all (absolutely luscious, really) but I know you already like Shin’ichi, and I don’t chase people with other interests.”
“But Sonoko,” Ran protested weakly, having finally caught her breath. “Makoto… All those guys…”
Sonoko shrugged. “I never said I was gay.” She pondered this statement a moment, then grinned. “Of course, to be fair, I never said I was straight, either.” Her eyes sparkled. “Some of us prefer the middle ground. Now, as I was saying…” As Sonoko continued to rave about the ‘delicious’ girl she’d seen, Ran resigned herself to listening to her friend obsess about the same sex in addition to the opposite.
Elsewhere, Koizumi Akako sneezed violently, and wondered who could be talking about her now?
—Fin—
To quote the original author's notes: Actually, I find the idea of Sonoko and Akako together both terrifying and oddly adorable. (If, at one point, Sonoko actually does say she’s straight, I’m not aware of it, and will officially call this fic an AU to keep it intact.) Wasn’t planning to post this, but then, I wasn’t planning to write it, either.
Ran into an Akako cosplayer at Anime Central 2004. She was running around with a Kid cosplayer, and I didn't recognize her at first ^^; How embarassing! Still, knew who she was on the second try, and she had an amazing costume. This fic is unofficially blamed on her.
Also one of the instances when I utterly fail at trying not to make the characters mouthpieces for myself ^^;
Fandom: Magic Kaito
Summary: Aoko's reaction to finding the hidden room in Kaito's house. Not to be taken seriously.
Fic: Otaku
By socchan
Nakamori Aoko rapped on the door to her best friend's house and waited. After about a minute with no answer, she tried again. "Kaito!" she called out. "I know you're in there. I need help with my homework." Frustrated with the lack of response, Aoko opened the door and walked inside, only mildly surprised that it wasn't locked.
Aoko felt little guilt for coming in uninvited. For the past several years she and Kaito had all but lived at one another's houses. She even had her own key and a pair of slippers waiting for her just inside the door. "Kaito?" she called out again. "It's time for our study session!"
"I'll be there in a minute!" came the muffled response.
Ah, Aoko reasoned, Bathroom. No wonder he didn't hear me. Idly, she wandered through the house, noticing a note from Kaito's mother on the kitchen table explaining that she was out shopping and would be back later tonight, so don't wait up for her Kaito, dear. And that explains where his mother is…
"I'll just go ahead and get started," Aoko called back, and made her way to the den.
Letting her backpack hit the floor with a small thud, Aoko glanced around the room, taking in familiar surroundings: the television, the bookshelves, the portrait of Kaito's father ever so slightly ajar… Wait a minute. Aoko backtracked over that particular thought. There was no reason she could think of that the picture would be ajar.
Aoko stepped closer to examine it, and was quite surprised when it swung open at her gentle touch. Curiosity getting the better of her, Aoko stepped through and looked around.
She stood at the top of a stairway leading down into a room full of Kaitou Kid gear. Blueprints, gadgets, even a car for goodness' sake, it was all but bursting at the seams with phantom thief paraphernalia. Aoko took it all in with a sort of numb shock, and the gears in her head, slowly, began to turn.
All this stuff, all the times that Kaito went missing, coincidence upon coincidence upon coincidence all piled up in her mind and started to make sense.
Kuroba Kaito was Kaitou Kid
But that means he's been lying to me…
Well, there are obviously good reasons for him not telling me, starting with my father.
And he steals things.
And then returns them. And I don't know why he does either one.
And the police are after him.
Well, after the Kid at any rate, which more or less adds up to the same thing.
But I hate the Kid! I hate him, I really do!
Don't I?
And, if Kid and Kaito are the same thing, does that mean I hate Kaito, too?
And if I do, or if I don't, what does that mean exactly? For him, for me, for both of us…
…
I'm not ready to think about this just yet.
Well, I have to do something about it.
Why couldn't there be another explanation?
And Nakamori Aoko stood there, eyes glazed over slightly, as defense mechanisms took hold of her (again).
Kuroba Kaito strolled cheerily into the den, ready for a long refreshing study session (translation: ready to taunt Aoko over homework until she inevitably gave up and went for the mop, forgetting about studying until entirely too much time had passed). He looked around the room for Aoko, but paused when something seemed off.
Ah, that was it; the door to the secret room was open. And there was Aoko, standing right inside it, too. Kaito wondered how much he could scare her by sneaking up on her and tapping her shoulder before his brain caught up with his thoughts.
Kaito swallowed. Loudly. "Um, Aoko…?"
Aoko turned to face him, looking very peeved. "Really, Kaito. I knew you were a Kid fan, but this is ridiculous! A whole secret room dedicated to him?" She sighed, disgustedly. "Otaku…"
Kaito sweatdropped.
—Fin—
Again, quoting the original notes: I read in a reference book of sorts (I don't recall the title, as it has been a few years) that the actual meaning of 'otaku' is 'house', and refers to people who spend all of their time at home obsessing over the minutiae of a series, and thus the Japanese concept of 'otaku' is quite a bit different from the American understanding of it. Aoko, being who she is, would probably come to such conclusions upon finding the hidden room if she did not already know about Kid. (It's a very widely used Freudian defense mechanism, rationalization, in which one comes up for more socially acceptable explanations for otherwise unacceptable behaviors. In this fic, for example, being an Otaku is at least slightly more acceptable to Aoko than being a Kaitou. Yes, I know, too much Psych.)
Completely Unnecessary Omake:
Letting her backpack hit the floor with a small thud, Aoko glanced around the room, taking in familiar surroundings: the television, the bookshelves, the portrait of Kaito's father ever so slightly ajar… Wait a minute. Aoko backtracked over that particular thought. There was no reason she could think of that the picture would suddenly be of a jar instead of Kuroba Toichi.
(The author would like to apologize, as she was raised on bad puns, and realizes that not everyone was.)
Okay, that's it for now. More later--probably. If I feel like saving stuff from my previous fandoms.
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Date: 2005-05-03 03:53 pm (UTC)It's nice when you finally meet other people who was raised on bad puns ^.^
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Date: 2005-05-03 04:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-03 05:43 pm (UTC)I
hatelove when that happens... But for me, it's more like... translating it to what it SOUNDS like, instead of what it MEANS.Example:
Swedish: Den frugtede piraten Barbossa (or something like that)
English (real meaning): The fearsome pirate Barbossa
English (what it sounds like, middle-translation in Danish) The Fruity Pirate Barbossa
It sprung from the fact that the Swedish word for "feared" or "fearsome" sounds a lot like the Danish word for "fruity"...
Seems like Jack Sparrow isn't the only fruity pirate around ^.~