Stealing a Kiss (30 Kisses: Shinichi/Ran)
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candylandTitle: Stealing a Kiss
Author: Candyland
Pairing: Kudo Shinichi/Mouri Ran
Fandom: Detective Conan
Theme: #28—Wada Calcium CD3 (calcium pills)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Gosho Aoyama. I claim none, I merely borrow them and dress them up in frilly smocks and make them dance to my ever-changing will like the puppets they are.
Today was the day, Shinichi had decided.
Today, he was going to get up his nerve, and come hell or high water, he was going to kiss Ran.
Things had been…hectic over the last few weeks, to say the least. Between bringing down the Black Organization, doing happy dances over said fall of said evil syndicate, getting back to himself, and persuading Ran not to murder him, it had just been nuts.
And amidst all the whirlwind, he had realized that he now, finally, had the ability to do something about his feelings for Ran. He had wisely opted to wait until after she had decided that it was worth it to let him live AND until she had officially forgiven him. Now he was free to actually act upon the feelings that tugged at his heart whenever he thought about the beautiful, caring, albeit dangerous karate champ.
After all, there was always that underlying fear that she would, ya know, break his arms were he to make a move. Or rather, make the wrong move. But he was going to kiss her, dammit. Even if it meant his imminent, painful, punchy and roundhouse kicky death.
What was life without risks, eh? Risks, like trailing a couple of men in Black Suits of Evil to a secluded spot under a bridge to watch an illegal transaction…yeah, what was life without risks?
Nobody answer that question.
But the point was that before the day was out, Shinichi was going to kiss Ran. He was aiming for a peck on the cheek, figuring that wouldn’t get him ripped into quite as many pieces.
Now, of course, the simple, logical thing would have been to just ask her if he could kiss her, and act in accordance with her answer—but when it came to Ran, Shinichi had never been one for rational thought, and so the thought really hadn’t occurred to him.
They had made plans to spend the day together—Shinichi had offered to treat her, saying that it was a day for her. Just after the whole story about Conan had come crashing out into the open, he had sworn to her that he would make it up to her, even if it took him the rest of his life. A subtle reference to the fact that he wouldn’t mind spending the rest of his life with her, really…
His only stipulation was that they go anywhere except Tropical Land. Ran had readily agreed.
So first was some shopping—not Shinichi’s favorite activity in the world (he couldn’t even count all the times he had been bodily dragged around by Ran and Sonoko while stuck as Conan), but the fact that Ran readily agreed to spend an entire day with him was a good sign. So he went along with nary a protest.
And his first opportunity to try and carry through on his promise to himself—that he would at least give Ran a kiss on the cheek before the day was out—came while she was flipping through a clothing rack, looking at something blue and strappy (which Shinichi did not mind at all). Her eyes were focused on the clothes. No one was around or looking…
Shinichi unobtrusively leaned in under the pretense of peering over her shoulder to look at the clothing in question. He turned his head and started to lean…
…and she moved to look at something on another display, and he nearly fell into the clothing rack. Fortunately, he caught himself and straightened up just in time to strike a nonchalant pose when Ran turned around to throw him a quizzical Look.
“What?” he said innocently, trailing after her towards the shoe department.
The horror…
*****
His next chance presented itself during lunch. Not a swanky place, but nice enough. Date nice, he privately thought, but there was no way in hell he was going to say that to Ran just yet. Yes, he was being a total chicken about this, but he was rather fond of life with all of his body parts intact…and for that matter, at the size they were supposed to be, thank you very much!
And no, that doesn’t sound dirty at all…
She was leaning over the table, reading her menu. All he had to do was lean down a bit, and he could swoop in and give her that kiss on the cheek. Taking a deep breath, he leaned in…just a few more inches, and he was home free…
…and then Ran straightened up suddenly, catching Shinichi right in the face.
He yelped and flew back, practically leaping out of his chair. His hands instantly clutched at his nose (which sort of felt broken…), while lots and lots of pretty stars did little dances in front of his eyes.
“Ohmigod, Shinichi!” Ran reached to him. “Are you okay? I’m sorry, I didn’t even know you were behind me!” Upon prying his hands away and finding that his nose was bleeding, she fished into a purse for her handkerchief. “Why were you reading over my shoulder, anyway?”
“Sorry,” Shinichi mumbled—though he was pinching his nose to stop the bleeding, and so it came out a bit more like ‘Sowee,’ only a lot more nasal. And he somewhat grudgingly let Ran administer her own patented remedy of a handkerchief to his bloody nose while he was mentally beating himself over the head with one of Hattori’s katanas.
*****
They were back at the shops, and Ran had dragged him into a bookstore. And now she was leaning against a wall, reading a book—some romance thing, with a muscular shirtless guy embracing a buxom female on the front. And again, nobody was watching.
Shinichi inched his way towards her, trying not to draw too much attention to himself. After all, he couldn’t exactly pretend to be reading over her shoulder, considering her current choice of reading material. So he just kind of meandered, pretending to have his nose buried in the depths of The Sign of Four.
He stopped next to her. “Whatcha reading?”
“Smut novel,” she said, not moving her eyes from the page.
“That stuff’s trash.”
“I know.”
“So why are you reading it?”
“It’s hot trash.”
He opted not to answer that—none of the replies flitting through his mind would score him any points with his lady-love, he decided. So he slowly turned his head. She was focused solely on the book.
Shinichi leaned in…
…and she moved, walking away.
Okay, she’s either doing this on purpose, or somebody up there reeeeeeeeally hates me, Shinichi thought wryly as found himself kissing the store’s hideous purple and brown wallpaper. Hello, wall. Pleased to make your acquaintance.
*****
Another opportunity arose later. It was a lovely day, and so Ran suggested a walk. The flowers were in full bloom in the park, so that seemed like the natural place to go. Shinichi readily agreed.
It was beautiful out, indeed, and everything seemed to be in the swing of spring.
As they walked along, Ran’s hand brushed against Shinichi’s, and he instantly went into the mode of Ohmigod is this a signal what do I do if I do the wrong thing she’ll deck me ohmigod heeeeeeeeelp…
Eventually, he told the panicky part of his mind to go to hell, and he reached out and let his own fingers brush against hers. It was like a silent question—is it all right if I do this? Her hand touched his again in answer—what do you think, moron? I’m sending you signals here! Thus reassured, he slid his hand into hers, threading his fingers between hers in a comfortable hold.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her smile and blush. It was incredibly endearing.
They’d reached a more secluded area of the park by now. A glance around proved that no one else was in viewing range—alone, for all intents and purposes. Swallowing hard, Shinichi turned to look at her. He started to inch his head in…
…her hair caught him square in the face as she whipped her head around. “Look! A squirrel!”
And Shinichi found himself staring at her hair. Long, dark brown tresses, the color of chocolate. His fingers positively itched to touch it and feel it—he would have bet money that it was like silk. And it was so…so…shiny…
“Shinichi?” Ran snapped her fingers in front of his eyes. “Wake up!”
He shook off the hypnotic trance of the shininess. “What?”
She pointed again. “Squirrel. Cuteness. Look.”
“Oh…right,” he chuckled weakly. Mentally, he was kicking himself.
*****
“You’ve been acting really weird today,” Ran commented casually, flipping cabinets open in her search for the perfect seasoning. They had arrived back at the Mouri residence late to find a very irate (and hungry) Kogoro demanding dinner. Rolling her eyes at his natural immaturity, she apologized to Shinichi as she set about fixing something to appease her father’s bear-like appetite.
As she was digging around in the cupboard, a bottle of something fell from the shelf and bounced to the floor, rolling across the floor to stop at Shinchi’s feet. He stooped to pick it up and absently read the label—calcium pills—as he handed it back. “How so?”
“Well…” she said thoughtfully, turning back to the pan on the stove. “You keep looking at me weird. I know you well enough to know that there’s something on your mind. And you keep falling over and running into walls and stuff. You haven’t been that awkward since you were fourteen.”
He cringed at those particular memories. Puberty was a subconscious reason that he had been so desperate to get back to normal. He’d gone through those lovely teenage years once as Shinichi already; he did NOT need to go through them again as Conan.
Plus, add a thirteen-year-old hormone-ridden body with Shinichi’s, ahem, imagination and occasionally ecchi thoughts…no one would be safe. Bad idea, abort mission, danger Will Robinson.
She had found what she was looking for in the cabinet, and had turned to the counter to measure it out. The Idiot (otherwise known as Kogoro) was nowhere in sight. He just had to move behind her…
…and then she turned, measuring spoon in hand, and ran into him, and he wound up with a faceful of what smelled suspiciously like chili powder for his troubles.
Shinichi sneezed.
*****
“The stars are beautiful tonight,” she commented.
“Yeah…” Shinichi replied noncommittally. Of course, he was feeling more than a little frustrated at the moment. All day, he had been trying to kiss Ran, and it Just. Wasn’t. Working!
His eyes slid sideways to look at her. There she was, just sitting there beside him. Side by side, just as they should always be. She seemed completely unaware of what she was doing to him—innocent almost to the point of naivety. That was Ran. His Ran, thank you, and no one else’s.
Her eyes were trailing after a firefly off to the side, so he had a lovely view of the back of her head once again. He desperately wanted to kiss her, but no matter how lovely (and oh-so-shiny…) her hair was, he had a feeling that it wouldn’t taste too good, nor would it convey the appropriate message.
He thought about it for a moment before he took a leap of faith and said, “Hey. Look up.”
She did so, and he could see her expression was somewhat confused.
He smiled, leaning in just a bit. “Now look to the right.”
She obeyed…and they were nose-to-nose.
And Shinichi didn’t wait. He’d waited before, for far too long, and it had cost him. He learned from his mistakes. So he seized his opportunity when it presented itself, and dipped his head down to catch her lips with his own in a quick, chaste kiss.
He kept it short, pulling back after only a second. But it was enough to set his heart pattering faster than Michael Flatley’s best routine. And he watched her face carefully, nervously, for any sign of a reaction. Actually, he was more looking for a sign that he was going to live long enough to tell his family he loved them one last time.
Had the situation not been so precarious (to his mind, at least), he would have laughed at the bewildered expression on Ran’s face. She looked so adorably confused, with her cheeks all flushed and eyes wide as tires.
Shinichi swallowed hard, and decided to take a calculated risk. “Soooooo…whatcha doing Friday night?” Mentally, he crossed his fingers and chanted to himself Please don’t hit me please don’t hurt me please please please don’t say no…
Ran paused, studying him carefully for what felt like eons and eons…and smiled, a grin bright enough to light up the entire Tokyo skyline. “Well, based on the events of the last sixty seconds, I would say I’m going out with you.”
He grinned. “So I’ll get to kiss you goodnight then, right?”
“I think it’s a possibility,” she answered, blushing. Suddenly, comprehension dawned, and she raised an eyebrow at him. “So, all day today, when you kept running into stuff and leaning over me…?”
“Yeah,” he said; now it was his turn to blush. “You’re really hard to corner, you know that?”
“You could have just asked,” Ran pointed out.
Shinichi blinked. “Now why the hell didn’t I think of that?”
PS. I’ve said on more than one occasion that I get a lot of ideas while I’m in the shower. This is one such story—there I am, washing my hair, and voila, inspiration. Maybe it’s the smell of that Sweet Pea and Violet-scented stuff or something…but anyway, yay! Finished another one! Hope you liked it—Shinichi’s just fun to torment a bit. Much love!
Cross-posted to30_kisses
Author: Candyland
Pairing: Kudo Shinichi/Mouri Ran
Fandom: Detective Conan
Theme: #28—Wada Calcium CD3 (calcium pills)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Gosho Aoyama. I claim none, I merely borrow them and dress them up in frilly smocks and make them dance to my ever-changing will like the puppets they are.
Today was the day, Shinichi had decided.
Today, he was going to get up his nerve, and come hell or high water, he was going to kiss Ran.
Things had been…hectic over the last few weeks, to say the least. Between bringing down the Black Organization, doing happy dances over said fall of said evil syndicate, getting back to himself, and persuading Ran not to murder him, it had just been nuts.
And amidst all the whirlwind, he had realized that he now, finally, had the ability to do something about his feelings for Ran. He had wisely opted to wait until after she had decided that it was worth it to let him live AND until she had officially forgiven him. Now he was free to actually act upon the feelings that tugged at his heart whenever he thought about the beautiful, caring, albeit dangerous karate champ.
After all, there was always that underlying fear that she would, ya know, break his arms were he to make a move. Or rather, make the wrong move. But he was going to kiss her, dammit. Even if it meant his imminent, painful, punchy and roundhouse kicky death.
What was life without risks, eh? Risks, like trailing a couple of men in Black Suits of Evil to a secluded spot under a bridge to watch an illegal transaction…yeah, what was life without risks?
Nobody answer that question.
But the point was that before the day was out, Shinichi was going to kiss Ran. He was aiming for a peck on the cheek, figuring that wouldn’t get him ripped into quite as many pieces.
Now, of course, the simple, logical thing would have been to just ask her if he could kiss her, and act in accordance with her answer—but when it came to Ran, Shinichi had never been one for rational thought, and so the thought really hadn’t occurred to him.
They had made plans to spend the day together—Shinichi had offered to treat her, saying that it was a day for her. Just after the whole story about Conan had come crashing out into the open, he had sworn to her that he would make it up to her, even if it took him the rest of his life. A subtle reference to the fact that he wouldn’t mind spending the rest of his life with her, really…
His only stipulation was that they go anywhere except Tropical Land. Ran had readily agreed.
So first was some shopping—not Shinichi’s favorite activity in the world (he couldn’t even count all the times he had been bodily dragged around by Ran and Sonoko while stuck as Conan), but the fact that Ran readily agreed to spend an entire day with him was a good sign. So he went along with nary a protest.
And his first opportunity to try and carry through on his promise to himself—that he would at least give Ran a kiss on the cheek before the day was out—came while she was flipping through a clothing rack, looking at something blue and strappy (which Shinichi did not mind at all). Her eyes were focused on the clothes. No one was around or looking…
Shinichi unobtrusively leaned in under the pretense of peering over her shoulder to look at the clothing in question. He turned his head and started to lean…
…and she moved to look at something on another display, and he nearly fell into the clothing rack. Fortunately, he caught himself and straightened up just in time to strike a nonchalant pose when Ran turned around to throw him a quizzical Look.
“What?” he said innocently, trailing after her towards the shoe department.
The horror…
His next chance presented itself during lunch. Not a swanky place, but nice enough. Date nice, he privately thought, but there was no way in hell he was going to say that to Ran just yet. Yes, he was being a total chicken about this, but he was rather fond of life with all of his body parts intact…and for that matter, at the size they were supposed to be, thank you very much!
And no, that doesn’t sound dirty at all…
She was leaning over the table, reading her menu. All he had to do was lean down a bit, and he could swoop in and give her that kiss on the cheek. Taking a deep breath, he leaned in…just a few more inches, and he was home free…
…and then Ran straightened up suddenly, catching Shinichi right in the face.
He yelped and flew back, practically leaping out of his chair. His hands instantly clutched at his nose (which sort of felt broken…), while lots and lots of pretty stars did little dances in front of his eyes.
“Ohmigod, Shinichi!” Ran reached to him. “Are you okay? I’m sorry, I didn’t even know you were behind me!” Upon prying his hands away and finding that his nose was bleeding, she fished into a purse for her handkerchief. “Why were you reading over my shoulder, anyway?”
“Sorry,” Shinichi mumbled—though he was pinching his nose to stop the bleeding, and so it came out a bit more like ‘Sowee,’ only a lot more nasal. And he somewhat grudgingly let Ran administer her own patented remedy of a handkerchief to his bloody nose while he was mentally beating himself over the head with one of Hattori’s katanas.
They were back at the shops, and Ran had dragged him into a bookstore. And now she was leaning against a wall, reading a book—some romance thing, with a muscular shirtless guy embracing a buxom female on the front. And again, nobody was watching.
Shinichi inched his way towards her, trying not to draw too much attention to himself. After all, he couldn’t exactly pretend to be reading over her shoulder, considering her current choice of reading material. So he just kind of meandered, pretending to have his nose buried in the depths of The Sign of Four.
He stopped next to her. “Whatcha reading?”
“Smut novel,” she said, not moving her eyes from the page.
“That stuff’s trash.”
“I know.”
“So why are you reading it?”
“It’s hot trash.”
He opted not to answer that—none of the replies flitting through his mind would score him any points with his lady-love, he decided. So he slowly turned his head. She was focused solely on the book.
Shinichi leaned in…
…and she moved, walking away.
Okay, she’s either doing this on purpose, or somebody up there reeeeeeeeally hates me, Shinichi thought wryly as found himself kissing the store’s hideous purple and brown wallpaper. Hello, wall. Pleased to make your acquaintance.
Another opportunity arose later. It was a lovely day, and so Ran suggested a walk. The flowers were in full bloom in the park, so that seemed like the natural place to go. Shinichi readily agreed.
It was beautiful out, indeed, and everything seemed to be in the swing of spring.
As they walked along, Ran’s hand brushed against Shinichi’s, and he instantly went into the mode of Ohmigod is this a signal what do I do if I do the wrong thing she’ll deck me ohmigod heeeeeeeeelp…
Eventually, he told the panicky part of his mind to go to hell, and he reached out and let his own fingers brush against hers. It was like a silent question—is it all right if I do this? Her hand touched his again in answer—what do you think, moron? I’m sending you signals here! Thus reassured, he slid his hand into hers, threading his fingers between hers in a comfortable hold.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her smile and blush. It was incredibly endearing.
They’d reached a more secluded area of the park by now. A glance around proved that no one else was in viewing range—alone, for all intents and purposes. Swallowing hard, Shinichi turned to look at her. He started to inch his head in…
…her hair caught him square in the face as she whipped her head around. “Look! A squirrel!”
And Shinichi found himself staring at her hair. Long, dark brown tresses, the color of chocolate. His fingers positively itched to touch it and feel it—he would have bet money that it was like silk. And it was so…so…shiny…
“Shinichi?” Ran snapped her fingers in front of his eyes. “Wake up!”
He shook off the hypnotic trance of the shininess. “What?”
She pointed again. “Squirrel. Cuteness. Look.”
“Oh…right,” he chuckled weakly. Mentally, he was kicking himself.
“You’ve been acting really weird today,” Ran commented casually, flipping cabinets open in her search for the perfect seasoning. They had arrived back at the Mouri residence late to find a very irate (and hungry) Kogoro demanding dinner. Rolling her eyes at his natural immaturity, she apologized to Shinichi as she set about fixing something to appease her father’s bear-like appetite.
As she was digging around in the cupboard, a bottle of something fell from the shelf and bounced to the floor, rolling across the floor to stop at Shinchi’s feet. He stooped to pick it up and absently read the label—calcium pills—as he handed it back. “How so?”
“Well…” she said thoughtfully, turning back to the pan on the stove. “You keep looking at me weird. I know you well enough to know that there’s something on your mind. And you keep falling over and running into walls and stuff. You haven’t been that awkward since you were fourteen.”
He cringed at those particular memories. Puberty was a subconscious reason that he had been so desperate to get back to normal. He’d gone through those lovely teenage years once as Shinichi already; he did NOT need to go through them again as Conan.
Plus, add a thirteen-year-old hormone-ridden body with Shinichi’s, ahem, imagination and occasionally ecchi thoughts…no one would be safe. Bad idea, abort mission, danger Will Robinson.
She had found what she was looking for in the cabinet, and had turned to the counter to measure it out. The Idiot (otherwise known as Kogoro) was nowhere in sight. He just had to move behind her…
…and then she turned, measuring spoon in hand, and ran into him, and he wound up with a faceful of what smelled suspiciously like chili powder for his troubles.
Shinichi sneezed.
“The stars are beautiful tonight,” she commented.
“Yeah…” Shinichi replied noncommittally. Of course, he was feeling more than a little frustrated at the moment. All day, he had been trying to kiss Ran, and it Just. Wasn’t. Working!
His eyes slid sideways to look at her. There she was, just sitting there beside him. Side by side, just as they should always be. She seemed completely unaware of what she was doing to him—innocent almost to the point of naivety. That was Ran. His Ran, thank you, and no one else’s.
Her eyes were trailing after a firefly off to the side, so he had a lovely view of the back of her head once again. He desperately wanted to kiss her, but no matter how lovely (and oh-so-shiny…) her hair was, he had a feeling that it wouldn’t taste too good, nor would it convey the appropriate message.
He thought about it for a moment before he took a leap of faith and said, “Hey. Look up.”
She did so, and he could see her expression was somewhat confused.
He smiled, leaning in just a bit. “Now look to the right.”
She obeyed…and they were nose-to-nose.
And Shinichi didn’t wait. He’d waited before, for far too long, and it had cost him. He learned from his mistakes. So he seized his opportunity when it presented itself, and dipped his head down to catch her lips with his own in a quick, chaste kiss.
He kept it short, pulling back after only a second. But it was enough to set his heart pattering faster than Michael Flatley’s best routine. And he watched her face carefully, nervously, for any sign of a reaction. Actually, he was more looking for a sign that he was going to live long enough to tell his family he loved them one last time.
Had the situation not been so precarious (to his mind, at least), he would have laughed at the bewildered expression on Ran’s face. She looked so adorably confused, with her cheeks all flushed and eyes wide as tires.
Shinichi swallowed hard, and decided to take a calculated risk. “Soooooo…whatcha doing Friday night?” Mentally, he crossed his fingers and chanted to himself Please don’t hit me please don’t hurt me please please please don’t say no…
Ran paused, studying him carefully for what felt like eons and eons…and smiled, a grin bright enough to light up the entire Tokyo skyline. “Well, based on the events of the last sixty seconds, I would say I’m going out with you.”
He grinned. “So I’ll get to kiss you goodnight then, right?”
“I think it’s a possibility,” she answered, blushing. Suddenly, comprehension dawned, and she raised an eyebrow at him. “So, all day today, when you kept running into stuff and leaning over me…?”
“Yeah,” he said; now it was his turn to blush. “You’re really hard to corner, you know that?”
“You could have just asked,” Ran pointed out.
Shinichi blinked. “Now why the hell didn’t I think of that?”
PS. I’ve said on more than one occasion that I get a lot of ideas while I’m in the shower. This is one such story—there I am, washing my hair, and voila, inspiration. Maybe it’s the smell of that Sweet Pea and Violet-scented stuff or something…but anyway, yay! Finished another one! Hope you liked it—Shinichi’s just fun to torment a bit. Much love!
Cross-posted to
30_kisses