On the eleventh day of Christmas...
Dec. 23rd, 2005 09:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
candylandTitle: Sleigh Ride
Author: Candyland
Theme: Day Eleven: Sleigh rides
Series: Detective Conan
Pairing: Hattori Heiji/Toyama Kazuha
Rating: PG
Warnings: This one is bizarre.
Disclaimer of Evil: I don’t own Detective Conan. All characters and concepts are the sole property of Gosho Aoyama. I merely borrow them and make them my love slaves…ahem.
Just hear those sleigh bells jingle-ing
Ring ring ting-a-ling too
Come on, it's lovely weather
For a sleigh ride together with you...
“Heiji, come on.”
“No, I have to make sure.”
“I think it’s obvious.”
“But I have to make sure.”
Kazuha crossed her arms and huffed. And she waited. Normally, she didn’t overly mind Heiji’s detective work, but this was so obvious as to be ridiculous. Still, she was patient. It made him happy.
Finally, Heiji stood up. The gathered police officers listened intently as he turned away from the body—an elderly woman with hoof prints and sled-tracks on her back, splayed face-down in the snow. “It’s official,” he proudly proclaimed his theory. “Grandma got run over by a reindeer.”
PS. I was going to title this one Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer, but that would have made this far too obvious, wouldn’t it? Not sure if this is clichéd or not, but oh well. Yay for more random weirdness of the drabble variety. Thanks, and much love!
Cross-posted to12daysofficmas
Author: Candyland
Theme: Day Eleven: Sleigh rides
Series: Detective Conan
Pairing: Hattori Heiji/Toyama Kazuha
Rating: PG
Warnings: This one is bizarre.
Disclaimer of Evil: I don’t own Detective Conan. All characters and concepts are the sole property of Gosho Aoyama. I merely borrow them and make them my love slaves…ahem.
Ring ring ting-a-ling too
Come on, it's lovely weather
For a sleigh ride together with you...
“Heiji, come on.”
“No, I have to make sure.”
“I think it’s obvious.”
“But I have to make sure.”
Kazuha crossed her arms and huffed. And she waited. Normally, she didn’t overly mind Heiji’s detective work, but this was so obvious as to be ridiculous. Still, she was patient. It made him happy.
Finally, Heiji stood up. The gathered police officers listened intently as he turned away from the body—an elderly woman with hoof prints and sled-tracks on her back, splayed face-down in the snow. “It’s official,” he proudly proclaimed his theory. “Grandma got run over by a reindeer.”
PS. I was going to title this one Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer, but that would have made this far too obvious, wouldn’t it? Not sure if this is clichéd or not, but oh well. Yay for more random weirdness of the drabble variety. Thanks, and much love!
Cross-posted to
12daysofficmas