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soc_puppetFandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Summary: Conan meets his match. (Guest appearance by Hakuba.)
Fic: Book Store
Conan scowled in distaste. He would never understand why this particular bookstore kept their mystery novels on the top shelves. Sadly, it was also the soonest to get in new releases.
Silently, Conan contemplated ways to get the new book. Using his gadgets was right out—too public—and the last time he had tried climbing the shelves, Ran caught him and he ended up getting a half-hour lecture. As he pondered his dilemma, someone came up next to him and snatched the last copy of the book he wanted from right over his nose.
Conan stared incredulously at the young man who had ‘stolen’ his book. “Hey, that’s mine!” he blurted out without thinking.
The blonde raised an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I got to it first. Besides,” he added as an afterthought, “aren’t these books a little complicated for someone your age?”
Spluttering indignantly, Conan could only watch as the young man sauntered up the aisle to purchase the book. Rivals, Conan thought fiercely, We’re rivals!
--Fin--
Fandom: same as above
Summary: Kaito and Shin'ichi compare notes
Fic: Moonshine
Kaito and Shin'ichi sat on the roof, talking amiably. It has taken several hours to exchange life stories once they had mutually blackmailed eachother into a truce, and now they were going over the finer details.
"So basically, you're supposed to be able to recognize it when it glows in full moonlight," Kaito explained.
Shin'ichi nodded thoughtfully. "You think that's a translation?"
"Huh?" Kaito blinked. "Probably, why?"
"In America, homemade alcohol is called 'moonshine,'" Conan replied.
"Wait, let's see if I get this," Kaito said. "You're saying that Pandora might actually glow if I dropped it into a glass of bootleg liquor?"
Shin'ichi shrugged. "Well, it would explain why all the Black Organization members I've run into so far have alcoholic codenames."
Kaito shook his head. "Whatever. In any case, new evidence or not, I'm not re-stealing those gems!"
--Fin--
Fandom: Same as above
Summary: Hakuba leaves home
Fic: The Ekoda Wake
Saguru was waiting at the airline gate for his flight to Japan to board. His mother sat beside him, singing softly. Saguru frowned when he recognized the words to 'Danny Boy'.
"Mother," he interrupted, caught between irritation and embarrassment, "You don't really need to sing that." She paused to look at him. "We're not Irish," he explained, "I'm not going to America, and I'm certainly not going to die along the way."
"I know," his mother told him evenly. "But you're still going very far away, and you're not going to be the same person you are now when I see you again, so indulge me, okay?" Finished speaking, she picked up the song again where she had left off.
Saguru, somewhat taken aback by her logic, settled back into his seat and let her sing. He was humming the tune when he boarded the plane.
--Fin--
'Danny Boy' is one of several songs known as American Wakes. They were traditionally sung when Irish emmigrants left for America because, even if they survived the perilous journey, they probably would never return to their homeland.
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Summary: Conan meets his match. (Guest appearance by Hakuba.)
Fic: Book Store
Conan scowled in distaste. He would never understand why this particular bookstore kept their mystery novels on the top shelves. Sadly, it was also the soonest to get in new releases.
Silently, Conan contemplated ways to get the new book. Using his gadgets was right out—too public—and the last time he had tried climbing the shelves, Ran caught him and he ended up getting a half-hour lecture. As he pondered his dilemma, someone came up next to him and snatched the last copy of the book he wanted from right over his nose.
Conan stared incredulously at the young man who had ‘stolen’ his book. “Hey, that’s mine!” he blurted out without thinking.
The blonde raised an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I got to it first. Besides,” he added as an afterthought, “aren’t these books a little complicated for someone your age?”
Spluttering indignantly, Conan could only watch as the young man sauntered up the aisle to purchase the book. Rivals, Conan thought fiercely, We’re rivals!
--Fin--
Fandom: same as above
Summary: Kaito and Shin'ichi compare notes
Fic: Moonshine
Kaito and Shin'ichi sat on the roof, talking amiably. It has taken several hours to exchange life stories once they had mutually blackmailed eachother into a truce, and now they were going over the finer details.
"So basically, you're supposed to be able to recognize it when it glows in full moonlight," Kaito explained.
Shin'ichi nodded thoughtfully. "You think that's a translation?"
"Huh?" Kaito blinked. "Probably, why?"
"In America, homemade alcohol is called 'moonshine,'" Conan replied.
"Wait, let's see if I get this," Kaito said. "You're saying that Pandora might actually glow if I dropped it into a glass of bootleg liquor?"
Shin'ichi shrugged. "Well, it would explain why all the Black Organization members I've run into so far have alcoholic codenames."
Kaito shook his head. "Whatever. In any case, new evidence or not, I'm not re-stealing those gems!"
--Fin--
Fandom: Same as above
Summary: Hakuba leaves home
Fic: The Ekoda Wake
Saguru was waiting at the airline gate for his flight to Japan to board. His mother sat beside him, singing softly. Saguru frowned when he recognized the words to 'Danny Boy'.
"Mother," he interrupted, caught between irritation and embarrassment, "You don't really need to sing that." She paused to look at him. "We're not Irish," he explained, "I'm not going to America, and I'm certainly not going to die along the way."
"I know," his mother told him evenly. "But you're still going very far away, and you're not going to be the same person you are now when I see you again, so indulge me, okay?" Finished speaking, she picked up the song again where she had left off.
Saguru, somewhat taken aback by her logic, settled back into his seat and let her sing. He was humming the tune when he boarded the plane.
--Fin--
'Danny Boy' is one of several songs known as American Wakes. They were traditionally sung when Irish emmigrants left for America because, even if they survived the perilous journey, they probably would never return to their homeland.
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