Telltale Stain (Fanfic100)
Jan. 20th, 2007 10:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
candylandTitle: Telltale Stain
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: General series
Prompt: #40—sight
Word Count: 174 words
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: I do not own Detective Conan. It all belongs to Gosho Aoyama. I simply borrow the characters, tie them up, and dance them around like life-sized puppets. I do wish they’d stop complaining.
Summary: He was staring at her, and it was making her nervous. Eri/Kogoro.
He was staring.
And Eri was getting nervous.
It wasn’t even so much that her estranged husband was staring at her—far from it. It was more that his eyes kept drifting to a certain place. A place where his eyes should certainly not be so fixated. His scrutiny was getting a bit uncomfortable.
“What are you looking at?” she finally snapped.
He jerked back as though he’d been stung. “Well, I…you…”
“Anata—“ her tone turned warning.
Kogoro swallowed hard and turned away. “You have a stain…on your shirt.”
Eri blinked once, twice, three times (a lady) before looking down at herself. Sure enough, she’d somehow managed to spill coffee on herself at some point and not notice it. Even worse, the stain was at just the right spot to draw attention to…
Oh dear.
Suddenly self-conscious, she tugged at the lapels of her blazer to pull them over the offending spot. “Thank you for telling me. I didn’t know,” she said carefully. A nice, safe reply.
Kogoro grunted, but said nothing else.
PS. Written forran_mouri82 as part of a drabble request I did—the prompt was “coffee stain.” I’m really racking up the Eri/Kogoro fics, aren’t I? And I promised myself I’d write something for Yuusaku and Yukiko…will get to that eventually. Anyway, thanks for reading, all! Much love!
Cross-posted tofanfic100 and Fanfic100: Detective Conan.
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: General series
Prompt: #40—sight
Word Count: 174 words
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: I do not own Detective Conan. It all belongs to Gosho Aoyama. I simply borrow the characters, tie them up, and dance them around like life-sized puppets. I do wish they’d stop complaining.
Summary: He was staring at her, and it was making her nervous. Eri/Kogoro.
He was staring.
And Eri was getting nervous.
It wasn’t even so much that her estranged husband was staring at her—far from it. It was more that his eyes kept drifting to a certain place. A place where his eyes should certainly not be so fixated. His scrutiny was getting a bit uncomfortable.
“What are you looking at?” she finally snapped.
He jerked back as though he’d been stung. “Well, I…you…”
“Anata—“ her tone turned warning.
Kogoro swallowed hard and turned away. “You have a stain…on your shirt.”
Eri blinked once, twice, three times (a lady) before looking down at herself. Sure enough, she’d somehow managed to spill coffee on herself at some point and not notice it. Even worse, the stain was at just the right spot to draw attention to…
Oh dear.
Suddenly self-conscious, she tugged at the lapels of her blazer to pull them over the offending spot. “Thank you for telling me. I didn’t know,” she said carefully. A nice, safe reply.
Kogoro grunted, but said nothing else.
PS. Written for
ran_mouri82 as part of a drabble request I did—the prompt was “coffee stain.” I’m really racking up the Eri/Kogoro fics, aren’t I? And I promised myself I’d write something for Yuusaku and Yukiko…will get to that eventually. Anyway, thanks for reading, all! Much love!Cross-posted to
fanfic100 and Fanfic100: Detective Conan.