Mirror-Struck (30 Ways: Shinichi/Ran)
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candylandTitle: Mirror-Struck
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Kudo Shinichi/Mouri Ran
Theme: #18—vanity
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan. All characters are the property of Gosho Aoyama. I simply threaten to make them watch old Barney tapes unless they obey me. Trust me, they listen.
Summary: Okay, I get it. You’re gorgeous. Can we go now?
A lot had happened since the fall of the Black Organization.
Mouri Ran had been privy to the vast majority of what had happened as well.
Finding out about her best friend’s, ah, situation had easily been the most traumatic part of the ordeal, though it was by no means the only thing that had happened. But somewhere, somehow, amidst the chaos of investigation and questioning and testimony and police work…
The two star-crossed ones had found each other again. They just couldn’t actually do anything about it right away because one of them was technically a child. Still, he busied himself with assisting the police on the Black Org case; it was also a credit to the police when Megure-keibu informed him that one of the police labs had expressed an interest in taking a look at the apotoxin.
Even with the help of police scientists, it had been a long, impatient wait for both of them—for a variety of reasons. But finally, the good news had come: they had a working antidote. The poison was going to be reversed at last, and Kudo Shinichi was finally back for good.
After Shinichi had returned to his true body, things had slowly but surely returned to relative normal in their world. Or at least as normal as things could get when one of the parties involved was no longer merely a local celebrity, but a world-famous detective who had brought almost single-handedly brought down one of the largest and farthest-reaching crime syndicates in law enforcement history…all while trapped in the body of his seven-year-old self.
It was difficult, Ran admitted. Before, she’d more or less had Shinichi to herself—with the exception of the dead bodies that popped up along the way, of course. But now it seemed she had to share him with the whole world. The bust of the Syndicate had been an enormous story, with worldwide implications, and the names Kudo Shinichi and Hattori Heiji were household words around the globe. Ran knew for a fact that Kazuha was having some similar difficulties for the same reasons.
They’d been out on their first real date; both had already been shy and nervous about finally taking their relationship to that level, though they both knew it was what they really wanted. However, the general public didn’t seem to notice or care, and Shinichi had been stopped repeatedly by fans (many of them young, female, and pretty) wanting autographs and such.
At first, it was more or less bearable. But by about the twentieth such interruption, Ran was getting a bit upset, and Shinichi was ready to run away screaming. How ironic was it that a murder in the park would actually provide them with the escape they needed. Once the police arrived, Shinichi solved the case (as usual), and in the resulting chaos he and Ran had made a clean getaway.
Surprisingly enough, they’d made it to his house with no further problems. Proof of the change in him became evident at that time as well: he apologized, though he really had no control over the behavior of the fangirls, and she’d told him as much.
Things were changing at a fast pace. Still, there were a few things that she still wondered about…
“Okay, Shinichi,” Ran sighed as the teenaged tantei stopped to study his reflection in yet another reflective surface. This time, it was a window. “I get it already. You’re gorgeous. Now can we please get moving before we’re late for school?”
Shinichi ran a hand through his hair and straightened up before turning to give her a sheepish grin. “Sorry…” They continued on their way, but it wasn’t long before he stopped again to admire himself in another store window.
Ran stopped and waited, one hand on her hip. “Shinichi!”
He jumped and gave her another one of those embarrassed little smiles. “Sorry again…”
“What is it with you and the window?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “You’ve always been a little bit vain, but this is taking it too far, don’t you think?”
“Hey!” Shinichi protested. “I was stuck as Conan for God only knows how long! I haven’t seen myself in a long time!” He turned back to the window and grinned at his reflection. “I missed me!”
Ran tried, but really couldn’t think of anything reasonable to say to that. The boy had a fairly valid point. Instead she simply sighed and started walking again. “Come on, genius. Can we go now?” He scampered to catch up. And to his credit, he didn’t stop again to check himself out for the remainder of their walk to school.
But when Ran saw him pulling a tiny mirror out of his desk and smiling at his reflection, she started to wonder if maybe he had more of a problem then she’d initially thought.
PS. Umm…yeah. In case anyone didn’t already know, I’m a total LJ theme comm whore. I just can’t help it. I can’t! And so it was that Candy-chan spake, and she decree-eth that there should be more Shinichi and Ran ficcage, and lo, there was more Shinichi and Ran ficcage, and there was much rejoicing. This one was a little on the short side :) The entire idea was around Shinichi saying that line: “I haven’t seen myself in a while—I missed me!” That was the whole point of this story.
As with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
30_friends and 30_evil_deeds, my Grand Master Plan (of Evil) is to have this as a bit more of a “back burner” project for now, in favor of Nights and Hugs. There will be updates here, though, just probably not as often as those other two. Anyway, hope you enjoyed the first one. Thanks, all! Much love!
Cross-posted to30_ways and 30 Ways: Shinichi and Ran.
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Kudo Shinichi/Mouri Ran
Theme: #18—vanity
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan. All characters are the property of Gosho Aoyama. I simply threaten to make them watch old Barney tapes unless they obey me. Trust me, they listen.
Summary: Okay, I get it. You’re gorgeous. Can we go now?
A lot had happened since the fall of the Black Organization.
Mouri Ran had been privy to the vast majority of what had happened as well.
Finding out about her best friend’s, ah, situation had easily been the most traumatic part of the ordeal, though it was by no means the only thing that had happened. But somewhere, somehow, amidst the chaos of investigation and questioning and testimony and police work…
The two star-crossed ones had found each other again. They just couldn’t actually do anything about it right away because one of them was technically a child. Still, he busied himself with assisting the police on the Black Org case; it was also a credit to the police when Megure-keibu informed him that one of the police labs had expressed an interest in taking a look at the apotoxin.
Even with the help of police scientists, it had been a long, impatient wait for both of them—for a variety of reasons. But finally, the good news had come: they had a working antidote. The poison was going to be reversed at last, and Kudo Shinichi was finally back for good.
After Shinichi had returned to his true body, things had slowly but surely returned to relative normal in their world. Or at least as normal as things could get when one of the parties involved was no longer merely a local celebrity, but a world-famous detective who had brought almost single-handedly brought down one of the largest and farthest-reaching crime syndicates in law enforcement history…all while trapped in the body of his seven-year-old self.
It was difficult, Ran admitted. Before, she’d more or less had Shinichi to herself—with the exception of the dead bodies that popped up along the way, of course. But now it seemed she had to share him with the whole world. The bust of the Syndicate had been an enormous story, with worldwide implications, and the names Kudo Shinichi and Hattori Heiji were household words around the globe. Ran knew for a fact that Kazuha was having some similar difficulties for the same reasons.
They’d been out on their first real date; both had already been shy and nervous about finally taking their relationship to that level, though they both knew it was what they really wanted. However, the general public didn’t seem to notice or care, and Shinichi had been stopped repeatedly by fans (many of them young, female, and pretty) wanting autographs and such.
At first, it was more or less bearable. But by about the twentieth such interruption, Ran was getting a bit upset, and Shinichi was ready to run away screaming. How ironic was it that a murder in the park would actually provide them with the escape they needed. Once the police arrived, Shinichi solved the case (as usual), and in the resulting chaos he and Ran had made a clean getaway.
Surprisingly enough, they’d made it to his house with no further problems. Proof of the change in him became evident at that time as well: he apologized, though he really had no control over the behavior of the fangirls, and she’d told him as much.
Things were changing at a fast pace. Still, there were a few things that she still wondered about…
“Okay, Shinichi,” Ran sighed as the teenaged tantei stopped to study his reflection in yet another reflective surface. This time, it was a window. “I get it already. You’re gorgeous. Now can we please get moving before we’re late for school?”
Shinichi ran a hand through his hair and straightened up before turning to give her a sheepish grin. “Sorry…” They continued on their way, but it wasn’t long before he stopped again to admire himself in another store window.
Ran stopped and waited, one hand on her hip. “Shinichi!”
He jumped and gave her another one of those embarrassed little smiles. “Sorry again…”
“What is it with you and the window?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “You’ve always been a little bit vain, but this is taking it too far, don’t you think?”
“Hey!” Shinichi protested. “I was stuck as Conan for God only knows how long! I haven’t seen myself in a long time!” He turned back to the window and grinned at his reflection. “I missed me!”
Ran tried, but really couldn’t think of anything reasonable to say to that. The boy had a fairly valid point. Instead she simply sighed and started walking again. “Come on, genius. Can we go now?” He scampered to catch up. And to his credit, he didn’t stop again to check himself out for the remainder of their walk to school.
But when Ran saw him pulling a tiny mirror out of his desk and smiling at his reflection, she started to wonder if maybe he had more of a problem then she’d initially thought.
PS. Umm…yeah. In case anyone didn’t already know, I’m a total LJ theme comm whore. I just can’t help it. I can’t! And so it was that Candy-chan spake, and she decree-eth that there should be more Shinichi and Ran ficcage, and lo, there was more Shinichi and Ran ficcage, and there was much rejoicing. This one was a little on the short side :) The entire idea was around Shinichi saying that line: “I haven’t seen myself in a while—I missed me!” That was the whole point of this story.
As with
30_friends and 30_evil_deeds, my Grand Master Plan (of Evil) is to have this as a bit more of a “back burner” project for now, in favor of Nights and Hugs. There will be updates here, though, just probably not as often as those other two. Anyway, hope you enjoyed the first one. Thanks, all! Much love!Cross-posted to
30_ways and 30 Ways: Shinichi and Ran.