What's Best (Fanfic100)
Dec. 24th, 2006 11:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
candylandTitle: What’s Best
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: General series
Prompt: #27—parents
Word Count: 1443 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: Why are you so hard on that boy, anyway?
“You’re going out with that boy again, aren’t you?”
Ran turned away from her mirror and her last-minute hair-check to face her father in the doorway. Frowning, she put her hands on her hips. “Shinichi, Dad. Shinichi. He has a name. Use it.” She turned her gaze back to the mirror to continue her quest to eradicate all those imaginary flyaway hairs.
“I don’t see why you spend so much time with that boy.”
“…well, I’m marrying him. Soon I’ll be spending a lot more time around him.”
Kogoro’s scowl matched hers. “You are turning out more and more like your mother every day, I swear!” Remembering that his errant wife was, in fact, in the house, he dropped his voice to add, “And that is not a compliment, by the way.”
“Right,” she rolled her eyes and picked up her lip-gloss from the vanity table. It was a pretty pink color, one that she knew looked fantastic on her—and the strawberry flavor certainly didn’t hurt matters any, according to Shinichi. It took a mere moment to apply, and she turned to head towards the door.
Apparently, Kogoro wasn’t done yet; he blocked the door. “Why are you wearing that stuff? You’re still a kid—you shouldn’t be wearing that stuff yet!” He glared darkly, as though somehow he could make the make-up vanish from her face.
Ran sighed. “Dad, I’m eighteen. I’m not a kid anymore. And for the record,” she smirked, “there’s a very good reason why I’m wearing the lip-gloss. Now excuse me please.” She pushed past him, nearly knocking him down in the process, and headed towards the stairs.
His sputtering, whining reaction was beautiful. “RAN! You don’t tell your father things like that! Honestly, do you want to give me a heart attack??”
“I do it because sometimes, you just deserve it,” Ran replied airily, waving the comment off with one hand. “Now knock it off, or you’re going to be eating your own cooking for the next week.”
Meanwhile, Eri had come out of the office to see what the commotion was all about. She smiled broadly at her daughter. “Ran, you look wonderful. I’m sure Shinichi-kun will be impressed.” She winked conspiratorially and laughed.
Standing behind his daughter, Kogoro glowered at them both. “You do realize that if I cook, the apartment might very well burn down?”
Ran was unfazed by the threat. “Hmm…well, then I guess we’ll have to crash with Mom for a while, won’t we?”
Kogoro’s head swiveled back and forth between his smirking daughter and his estranged wife before he finally sputtered out, “Are you insane?!? Cook for me, Ran! Please!”
“Behave yourself,” Ran cautioned, victory in her very tone.
Kogoro sighed, obviously defeated. But he bounced back quickly, just as he always did, with another protest. “Ran, look at that boy—at Shinichi’s family!” He corrected himself quickly on the name, recognizing the dangerous look in Ran’s eyes. “They’re crazy! Do you really want to marry into that?”
“Absolutely!” Ran grinned. “And just think, Dad—once Shinichi and I get married, I don’t think it’ll be too long before you’re bouncing your first grandchild on your knee. Won’t that be wonderful?”
“…once again, that was something I did not need to know,” Kogoro deadpanned, ignoring the fact that Eri was quietly laughing at him. “I swear, Ran, you’re pushing me closer and closer to a heart attack.”
Ran paused. “Oh…did you not want grandchildren?”
Kogoro sighed. “I don’t mind the idea of grandchildren, Ran. It’s the…process to get to that point of having children that bothers me.” He waved his hands vaguely as he spoke. “No parent wants to think about his daughter doing THAT.”
The glint in her eyes was absolutely evil. “Oh, then I probably shouldn’t mention that one time when Shinichi and I—oh. Never mind!” She turned and started sauntering down the stairs.
“…the time you and Shinichi did what?” Kogoro growled dangerously.
“…played chess, of course,” Ran replied sweetly.
Eri covered her mouth with her hand to stifle her obvious laughter.
“Oh yeah. I’m sure. I bet that was one HELL of a checkmate,” Kogoro half-snarled, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. “I am going to kill Kudo.”
“Actually, Daddy, I checkmated Shinichi,” Ran tossed her hair and smiled.
Kogoro exploded, yelling in rage, “But I can’t kill you! Your mother would kill me! But I can get at him! I bet it was his idea to play chess, wasn’t it? WASN’T IT?”
Ran giggled. “Daddy, I love you—but you really don’t have a clue, do you? It was actually my idea. We were doing homework at the library. I thought we could use a break.”
The stricken look on her father’s face was priceless. “I feel a shooting pain…in my arm…” he groaned and staggered to lean against the wall, clutching at the aforementioned arm.
Ran rolled her eyes. “Stop exaggerating.” A car pulled up to the sidewalk in front of the Mouri Detective Agency. “Oh, he’s here! I’m leaving—see you later tonight!”
“Have fun!” Eri waved cheerily.
“WHY ME?” Kogoro bellowed as his daughter climbed into the car and it pulled away. “And there goes the detective punk, off with my daughter…”
Eri watched passively as he muttered angrily at the vacant stairwell—something about a machete, if she was hearing correctly—before finally speaking up. “Why are you so hard on that boy, anyway?” As she spoke, she turned to walk back into the office.
Kogoro sighed and followed her. “I don’t really dislike him. But if I start to be too nice…then he’ll get cocky and lazy. He’s already cocky enough. Hell, even as Conan he couldn’t contain the snark. Plus, I’m a dad, Eri. It’s in the handbook.”
“It’s called being a parent. It’s hard for me to let my only child go, too. But,” Eri insisted, “you know she’ll be protected, secure, and well-cared for.” In a surprise move, she reached over and patted his shoulder. “Anata, she found someone she loves—someone who loves her. And there’s no denying that he loves her. She knows what’s best for her—what will make her happy—and she’s taking it. What more could a father want for his daughter?”
“More like she’ll be protecting him,” Kogoro shook his head. “Maybe we should invest in some karate lessons for him, too. The kid only plays soccer, can’t take care of himself! Maybe if he spent less time with those Holmes books…”
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” she said thoughtfully. “He’s very intelligent, and I think he’s quite a resourceful young man when the situation arises. As Conan, he certainly proved that he can take care of himself in quite a variety of situations. I think the person he’d most have to protect himself from would be Ran herself.”
“Judging by her willingness to play ‘chess,’ that may not be a problem,” Kogoro countered, shuddering at the thought.
Eri’s smile was wry. “Did it ever occur to you that she might be pulling your leg, just to get that reaction? Or it might be payback because you’re bothering her about it so much? And if they have been, ah, experimenting…” She paused, then shrugged, “…well, I’d like to hope that they’re not, but even if they are, I think it’s safe enough. I sincerely doubt that they’ll break it off.”
“She might have been lying,” Kogoro mumbled. “Or she might NOT have been lying. But…I guess there’s not much I can do about it, is there?” He paused and sighed. “Welcome to the Mouri family, Kudo Shinichi…” He cringed. “Kudo Ran…Mouri Ran sounds so much nicer, doesn’t it?”
She chuckled. “Kudo Ran…oh, I think it has a nice ring to it. And she’ll be happy with him.” She poked him in the arm and gave him a knowing look. “And you wouldn’t want anything less than her happiness, would you?”
“Yes, I want her to be happy,” Kogoro muttered. There was a pause before he cleared his throat. “So…I’m kind of hungry. Do you…want to grab some dinner?” His expression was nonchalant, but a slight tremor in his voice betrayed nerves.
“Well, I am hungry…” she paused, then nodded. “All right. That sounds nice.” She smiled at him expectantly. “Did you have a place in mind?”
“Oh, nothing specific,” he waved the question off with a cough. “Maybe…drive around until we find a place we like?” He already had the door open—and surprised her by putting a hand on her back as he walked out with her.
Eri raised an eyebrow and smiled. “That sounds nice.”
PS. …yeah. Hiatus. WHOO!! Sorry, everyone. School and real life kicked me in the arse, and I burned out. I’m trying to drag myself back to my word processor, slowly but surely. Hopefully we’ll start having more regular updates now, so cross your fingers and hope for the best!
The chess reference is a tribute to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
axtar's awesome Shinichi/Ran fic “Chess.” This goes out to a few people who have been poking me for ages and ages to write an Eri/Kogoro fic. You all know who you are. SO TAKE IT:D And a special tribute to magic_truth--she should know why ;) Thanks for reading, everyone. Much love!
Cross-posted to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fanfic100 and Fanfic100: Detective Conan.
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: General series
Prompt: #27—parents
Word Count: 1443 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: Why are you so hard on that boy, anyway?
“You’re going out with that boy again, aren’t you?”
Ran turned away from her mirror and her last-minute hair-check to face her father in the doorway. Frowning, she put her hands on her hips. “Shinichi, Dad. Shinichi. He has a name. Use it.” She turned her gaze back to the mirror to continue her quest to eradicate all those imaginary flyaway hairs.
“I don’t see why you spend so much time with that boy.”
“…well, I’m marrying him. Soon I’ll be spending a lot more time around him.”
Kogoro’s scowl matched hers. “You are turning out more and more like your mother every day, I swear!” Remembering that his errant wife was, in fact, in the house, he dropped his voice to add, “And that is not a compliment, by the way.”
“Right,” she rolled her eyes and picked up her lip-gloss from the vanity table. It was a pretty pink color, one that she knew looked fantastic on her—and the strawberry flavor certainly didn’t hurt matters any, according to Shinichi. It took a mere moment to apply, and she turned to head towards the door.
Apparently, Kogoro wasn’t done yet; he blocked the door. “Why are you wearing that stuff? You’re still a kid—you shouldn’t be wearing that stuff yet!” He glared darkly, as though somehow he could make the make-up vanish from her face.
Ran sighed. “Dad, I’m eighteen. I’m not a kid anymore. And for the record,” she smirked, “there’s a very good reason why I’m wearing the lip-gloss. Now excuse me please.” She pushed past him, nearly knocking him down in the process, and headed towards the stairs.
His sputtering, whining reaction was beautiful. “RAN! You don’t tell your father things like that! Honestly, do you want to give me a heart attack??”
“I do it because sometimes, you just deserve it,” Ran replied airily, waving the comment off with one hand. “Now knock it off, or you’re going to be eating your own cooking for the next week.”
Meanwhile, Eri had come out of the office to see what the commotion was all about. She smiled broadly at her daughter. “Ran, you look wonderful. I’m sure Shinichi-kun will be impressed.” She winked conspiratorially and laughed.
Standing behind his daughter, Kogoro glowered at them both. “You do realize that if I cook, the apartment might very well burn down?”
Ran was unfazed by the threat. “Hmm…well, then I guess we’ll have to crash with Mom for a while, won’t we?”
Kogoro’s head swiveled back and forth between his smirking daughter and his estranged wife before he finally sputtered out, “Are you insane?!? Cook for me, Ran! Please!”
“Behave yourself,” Ran cautioned, victory in her very tone.
Kogoro sighed, obviously defeated. But he bounced back quickly, just as he always did, with another protest. “Ran, look at that boy—at Shinichi’s family!” He corrected himself quickly on the name, recognizing the dangerous look in Ran’s eyes. “They’re crazy! Do you really want to marry into that?”
“Absolutely!” Ran grinned. “And just think, Dad—once Shinichi and I get married, I don’t think it’ll be too long before you’re bouncing your first grandchild on your knee. Won’t that be wonderful?”
“…once again, that was something I did not need to know,” Kogoro deadpanned, ignoring the fact that Eri was quietly laughing at him. “I swear, Ran, you’re pushing me closer and closer to a heart attack.”
Ran paused. “Oh…did you not want grandchildren?”
Kogoro sighed. “I don’t mind the idea of grandchildren, Ran. It’s the…process to get to that point of having children that bothers me.” He waved his hands vaguely as he spoke. “No parent wants to think about his daughter doing THAT.”
The glint in her eyes was absolutely evil. “Oh, then I probably shouldn’t mention that one time when Shinichi and I—oh. Never mind!” She turned and started sauntering down the stairs.
“…the time you and Shinichi did what?” Kogoro growled dangerously.
“…played chess, of course,” Ran replied sweetly.
Eri covered her mouth with her hand to stifle her obvious laughter.
“Oh yeah. I’m sure. I bet that was one HELL of a checkmate,” Kogoro half-snarled, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. “I am going to kill Kudo.”
“Actually, Daddy, I checkmated Shinichi,” Ran tossed her hair and smiled.
Kogoro exploded, yelling in rage, “But I can’t kill you! Your mother would kill me! But I can get at him! I bet it was his idea to play chess, wasn’t it? WASN’T IT?”
Ran giggled. “Daddy, I love you—but you really don’t have a clue, do you? It was actually my idea. We were doing homework at the library. I thought we could use a break.”
The stricken look on her father’s face was priceless. “I feel a shooting pain…in my arm…” he groaned and staggered to lean against the wall, clutching at the aforementioned arm.
Ran rolled her eyes. “Stop exaggerating.” A car pulled up to the sidewalk in front of the Mouri Detective Agency. “Oh, he’s here! I’m leaving—see you later tonight!”
“Have fun!” Eri waved cheerily.
“WHY ME?” Kogoro bellowed as his daughter climbed into the car and it pulled away. “And there goes the detective punk, off with my daughter…”
Eri watched passively as he muttered angrily at the vacant stairwell—something about a machete, if she was hearing correctly—before finally speaking up. “Why are you so hard on that boy, anyway?” As she spoke, she turned to walk back into the office.
Kogoro sighed and followed her. “I don’t really dislike him. But if I start to be too nice…then he’ll get cocky and lazy. He’s already cocky enough. Hell, even as Conan he couldn’t contain the snark. Plus, I’m a dad, Eri. It’s in the handbook.”
“It’s called being a parent. It’s hard for me to let my only child go, too. But,” Eri insisted, “you know she’ll be protected, secure, and well-cared for.” In a surprise move, she reached over and patted his shoulder. “Anata, she found someone she loves—someone who loves her. And there’s no denying that he loves her. She knows what’s best for her—what will make her happy—and she’s taking it. What more could a father want for his daughter?”
“More like she’ll be protecting him,” Kogoro shook his head. “Maybe we should invest in some karate lessons for him, too. The kid only plays soccer, can’t take care of himself! Maybe if he spent less time with those Holmes books…”
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” she said thoughtfully. “He’s very intelligent, and I think he’s quite a resourceful young man when the situation arises. As Conan, he certainly proved that he can take care of himself in quite a variety of situations. I think the person he’d most have to protect himself from would be Ran herself.”
“Judging by her willingness to play ‘chess,’ that may not be a problem,” Kogoro countered, shuddering at the thought.
Eri’s smile was wry. “Did it ever occur to you that she might be pulling your leg, just to get that reaction? Or it might be payback because you’re bothering her about it so much? And if they have been, ah, experimenting…” She paused, then shrugged, “…well, I’d like to hope that they’re not, but even if they are, I think it’s safe enough. I sincerely doubt that they’ll break it off.”
“She might have been lying,” Kogoro mumbled. “Or she might NOT have been lying. But…I guess there’s not much I can do about it, is there?” He paused and sighed. “Welcome to the Mouri family, Kudo Shinichi…” He cringed. “Kudo Ran…Mouri Ran sounds so much nicer, doesn’t it?”
She chuckled. “Kudo Ran…oh, I think it has a nice ring to it. And she’ll be happy with him.” She poked him in the arm and gave him a knowing look. “And you wouldn’t want anything less than her happiness, would you?”
“Yes, I want her to be happy,” Kogoro muttered. There was a pause before he cleared his throat. “So…I’m kind of hungry. Do you…want to grab some dinner?” His expression was nonchalant, but a slight tremor in his voice betrayed nerves.
“Well, I am hungry…” she paused, then nodded. “All right. That sounds nice.” She smiled at him expectantly. “Did you have a place in mind?”
“Oh, nothing specific,” he waved the question off with a cough. “Maybe…drive around until we find a place we like?” He already had the door open—and surprised her by putting a hand on her back as he walked out with her.
Eri raised an eyebrow and smiled. “That sounds nice.”
PS. …yeah. Hiatus. WHOO!! Sorry, everyone. School and real life kicked me in the arse, and I burned out. I’m trying to drag myself back to my word processor, slowly but surely. Hopefully we’ll start having more regular updates now, so cross your fingers and hope for the best!
The chess reference is a tribute to
axtar's awesome Shinichi/Ran fic “Chess.” This goes out to a few people who have been poking me for ages and ages to write an Eri/Kogoro fic. You all know who you are. SO TAKE IT:D And a special tribute to magic_truth--she should know why ;) Thanks for reading, everyone. Much love!Cross-posted to
fanfic100 and Fanfic100: Detective Conan.