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letstrywritingmaybe · 3 years ago

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I Wish I Cared Less

Chapter 2: Here We Go Again

Attempt # 2- Take Care Of Her

Love is killing me

Trying to figure it out

Nothing better to do

When I'm stuck on you

I'm still in here trying to figure it out

I let it go, 'cause I won't see you later

And we're not allowed to talk it out

-Figure It Out (Royal Blood)

It’s easy to get lost into his eyes, his ever sweet demeanor bringing her comfort. He still knows her so well, taking her to their old favorite restaurant in the corner booth away from prying eyes. It’s familiar, falling back into the routine of when they were together. It’s all so predictable, and that’s the problem isn’t it?

“Congratulations on winning your game, I see you haven’t lost your touch.”

“And you’re still trying to evade my questions. Shiho, what are we doing here? You know why I wanted to see you.”

“Ryusuke…”

“Is it because of him? I know you said there’s nothing going on but the way he looks at you… is he my competition?”

“Hardly.”

“But you still don’t want to give us another chance.”

“I… I’m sorry.”

“I’ll wait for you.”

“I don’t want you to. You should move on, it’s not fair to ask you to wait.”

“I love you Shiho, I just want you to be happy.”

“You deserve so much more.”

“So do you.”

———

Higo Ryusuke, the more he learns about the guy, the worse he feels. He keeps hoping he has a dirty secret or maybe even a dark side hidden within, but no, the guy is pretty much perfect. This wouldn’t bother him so much if he wasn’t Shiho’s ex. How can he compete with someone like this? There’s literally nothing wrong with him! So then why did they break up? Shinichi’s driving himself crazy mulling over this. It’s been over a month since he last saw her, during which he’s started the divorce process. The deterioration of his marriage is the least of his worries, he was in the wrong here so he has no problem giving Ran whatever she wants. It’s just not in her nature to take advantage, they’re actually quite civil about the whole situation. Though definitely not at the point where they can just pretend everything’s fine, it’s not by a long shot. Still it’s going as smooth as it could be, he’s more concerned with how to make things right with Shiho. Sure he knows where she lives, but it’s not like he can just waltz right in and demand she give him a chance to form an actual relationship. Unfortunately he has no other ways of reaching her, he still never got her number and stalking her at work is also out of the question. So, what is he going to do?

———

She tells herself this is the last time she’s ever going to walk away from him. The next time he tries to reconcile their relationship, she’s going to give in. She has no reason to deny him, anyone would kill to be in her position. High school sweethearts even though he’s one year her senior. They caught each other’s eye and struck up a friendship, from there love began to blossom. He was there for her when she lost her family, became a rock for her to cling to when she could barely cope with everyday life. She cheered him on when he was branded a traitor for switching teams, giving him the motivation to continue on with his passion. Their entire relationship has been about comfort, they just understand each other and are willing to take a step back if needed. Which is why he never once got angry at her when she finally asked for a break. Of course it shattered his world, though no one in the public knew given how private they were in their personal lives. He put on a brave face and tried his best to carry on as if nothing was wrong, it was the only year he didn’t make the playoffs, recording a career low for the season. She wasn’t doing so great either, she was young and made a bad decision letting in the wrong man into her life. One that almost succeeded in killing her, their love affair was pure madness but at least it made her feel something. Not without permanent damage of course, luckily that chapter of her life is closed and he’s locked behind bars for a series of other crimes she refused to be involved with after learning the truth of his occupation. She was the one to turn him in, which almost ended her life but hey she survived.

She sits at home now with nothing to distract her. She’s been clocking up too much overtime and sent home for a much needed staycation. It’s the last thing she wants, it just leaves her alone with her thoughts. Ryusuke was too safe, there was no passion. Gin on the other hand was too much passion, enough to drive a person mad, there was nothing comforting about the way they clashed. Maybe she should swear off dating, it’s impossible to meet someone who’s a perfect combination of the burning love she desires with a haven she can call home. Her treacherous heart calls out his name, once again proving she’s in too deep for someone who was meant to be a one night stand. It’s not fair how this man manages to break through all her barriers and make her see that it is possible to find someone who ticks all her boxes. What’s worse is they were never official, their arrangement meant nothing or so she keeps trying to tell herself. She needs to get over him, it’s been a month already. She shouldn’t need to mourn the loss of something that wasn’t even a relationship, it’s time to stop wallowing and move on. She knows exactly what she needs to do, it took her a good year before she got over the trauma of her toxic love affair but if she can do it once she can do it again. All she needs to do is hook up with another person, it worked last time, a little too well but that’s besides the point. It’s settled, she’s going to get drunk at a different bar and bring someone home. What could go wrong?

———

He can’t quite believe his eyes, is she really here or just another figment of his imagination? Only one way to find out, much like their first meeting, he finds her alone at the bar. This time however, she’s the one that’s shitfaced, it does nothing to keep away the swarm of people vying for her attention. If anything it draws them in more, because let’s be real hookup culture is the worst. No one cares if they’re taking advantage of someone who has too much to drink, naturally it means he has to step in and take care of her.

“Shiho.”

She doesn’t immediately turn at the sound of her name, her motor skills taking time to get going, when she finally looks up at him a mixture of emotions flash upon her face. She settles on happiness.

“… you look just like him… no… he doesn’t know I’m… you’re here.”

“I am, let’s get you home.”

“Carry me… can’t stand…”

True to her words, she falls towards him and he catches her before she gets hurt. He holds her tight, hearing her sigh in content inhaling his familiar scent. She’s never been this needy around him, always keeping her guard up, he wishes he could see this side of her more. Feeling the envious stares of the patrons in this establishment, he does the one thing they’ve all failed to do: leave with the untouchable hot mess sitting by herself at the bar.

“Take me home, Shinichi.”

It’s the only coherent sentence she’s spoken since he found her. Even when she’s drunk off her ass, she still knows it’s him and chooses to go with him instead of some random stranger. That has to mean something, right?

Her eyes are closed the whole ride home, the nausea coming in waves, she’s due to throw up at any minute now if the taxi cab keeps running over potholes on the ground. If he thought the bar they first met at was shady, this one is even worse, how did she end up here? If he didn’t happen to wrap up a case and took a detour nearby, she might have been in actual trouble. The thought sends him into a panic, he knows the real reason she decided to go out. She was trying to forget him, his anxiety fades when he looks over at her curled at his side. Leaning her head on shoulder, the furrow in her eyebrows as she tries her best to get some shut eye. She would be mortified if she puked her guts out before making it home, her tolerance is unusually high for someone of her stature, she definitely had way too many to end up like this. She’s going to have a killer hangover when she wakes up tomorrow.

A problem arises when he gets her to bed, normally it wouldn’t be a problem but the fact that she’s too far gone to give consent is driving him crazy. Muscle memory kicks in the moment he lies her down flat on her back, her eyes shoot open and she pulls him down with her. He tries to gently push her away, but her next words crush his resolve.

“I missed you.” She kisses him. “I hate you so much, but I still want you.” Another kiss as her hands struggle with the buttons on his shirt. “I lied, I don’t hate you… I might even…” Giving up on the buttondown, she goes for his belt instead distracting him with another kiss. “Do you even still want me…” This time he’s the one to initiate, washing all her doubts away. Of course he still wants her, there’s no one else for him, he needs to remind her again how much he wants her.

This is how he finds himself buried inside her, hearing her moan his name as his hands find purchase on her hips. She leaves her mark on him, a trail of hickeys along his neck with a few above his collar bone. He might have been a little too rough, her grip on his shoulder tightens, sliding her hands down to meet his she squeezes hard. He stops his movements, pulling out of her when he sees her eyes are closed.

“I think… feeling sick…”

She’s out of bed and stumbling towards her bathroom, he helps steady her thankfully making it in time for her to throw up in the toilet. Effectively killing the mood, but it does nothing to keep him away from her. He takes care of her, cleaning her up and getting her dressed. Holding her hair out of her face when she inevitably needs to get up to puke again. Watching as she claims she’s fine when she insists she can brush her teeth by herself, but allowing him to carry her back to bed. She gets up four more times before noon and he’s there by her side every single time.

———

She feels like absolute shit, barely remembering how she got home. A part of her still wonders if he was actually there or just a fever dream she wishes was real. She still feels a bit nauseous, but she doesn’t think she has the energy to get up, by now there’s nothing to get out of her system. She’ll just be dry heaving as she vows never to drink again, so instead she stays in bed silently complaining about how much this sucks. Her arm remains over her closed eyes even when she hears her door open. His voice forces her to acknowledge the existence of another human being at her home. So it wasn’t a dream, he’s really here.

“You should try and eat something. Drink some water too, you’re dehydrated.”

“No…”

Logically she knows he’s right, but she really doesn’t want to move right now. She also knows she should tell him to leave, but she’s too worn out to push him away. His hands wind up around her as he helps her sit up, she immediately leans her head against him. Neither of them say a word when he takes her into the bathroom to freshen up. She grimaces at her appearance in the mirror, meanwhile he looks perfectly fine standing behind her. She would be more annoyed but she can’t bring herself to care right now.

Next he gets her settled in the dining room before bringing out some noodle soup that he apparently made while she was still sleeping. She can’t quite stomach the noodles, but she does enjoy the broth and the veggies inside. She manages to keep it down and even drinks some of the hot tea he places in front of her. She still feels awful, but not as terrible as she did before.

They’re on the couch together with some random movie playing in the background. Neither of them are really paying attention to it, her eyes are closed again stretched out with her head in his lap. This is probably one of the worst hangovers she’s suffering from, but it’s more bearable when there’s someone who’s willing to take care of her without any complaints. He runs his fingers through her hair, she opens her eyes to take a good look at him. Bad idea, before she knows it she’s drowning in his ocean blue eyes. The way he’s looking at her is enough to make her heart melt, even when she knows she’s definitely not at her best he still treats her like a treasure he needs to cherish. She really doesn’t deserve this.

“Feeling better?”

“A little.”

“Next time you should just call me.”

“There’s a reason I don’t have your number, Shinichi.”

“The papers are being filed, it’ll probably take a few more months before it’s finalized but I’m officially single.”

“Why?”

“To begin a new relationship, you should end the old one. I did things out of order before, but I’m trying to fix it.”

“I played a part in that too. It’s not just on you.”

“Then will you keep playing the part, but as my girlfriend this time?”

“It’s not going to work out. Let’s not put labels on it.”

“Why not?”

“Think about it, how many people actually stay with the person they had an affair with. I don’t want you to promise me anything.”

“But it’s not unheard of.”

“It still doesn’t change my mind.”

———

After spending the whole day nursing her hangover, she finally starts to feel more normal around dinner time. They order takeout, everything is the way it should be. She questions why he’s still here, shouldn’t he be at work? Since he just finished up with a major case, he was given the next few days off. She lets out a soft hum, he’s not sure what she’s thinking, he’s never been able to read her. It isn’t until they’re sitting together on the couch with the cheesiest movie he’s ever seen that he realizes he’s missing something. She’s testing him, he passes with flying colors though he has no idea he was even being tested in the first place.

“You’re not even watching this movie, are you?”

“Nope.”

“Then why did you choose it?”

“To see what you would do. I didn’t think you would actually try to watch this crap.”

“… well, you’re finally feeling better… So if you wanted to watch some over the top romance movie, the least I could do is watch it with you.”

“Shinichi. I’d rather finish what we started.”

“What else did we…”

She kisses him effectively shutting him up, this, this he can work with. She’s already straddling him, hands moving to unbutton his shirt, without any problems this time around. A clear sign she’s recovered from her night of drinking.

“Shiho, wait. Shouldn’t we figure out what we’re doing first?”

“Are we role playing now? I’ve been told I'm a great teacher.”

“I’m being serious here.”

“So you don’t want to have sex with me?”

“I do but…”

“Look, I went out last night to find someone to sleep with. I haven’t had sex in over a month so if you…”

He flips them over so that she’s the one pinned underneath him now. Being the aggressor as he pulls her pajamas off, she responds immediately to his touch. He knows she was trying to get over him, it’s only logical to expect she would’ve fucked someone else by now. The fact that she hasn’t gives him hope, he’s still the last person to have her this way. He’s going to make sure he’s the only person who gets to see her like this.

They pick off almost exactly where they left off last night, his hands on her hips as he presses into her over and over. She bites down on his shoulder, pleasure filling her senses from how deep he’s going. Telling her how good she feels around him. He should be happy with this, right? She didn’t exactly turn him down, she’s actually quite responsive right now. Initiating kisses, hands roaming leaving light scratches, not even bothering to keep quiet as she moans his name out loud. It’s more than he can take, reaching his high before she does. He never does disappoint, eager to please her, making sure she’s satisfied until they’re crashing on the couch too exhausted to move.

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#CoAi #shinshi #I wish I cared less Aka cynful verse part two #honey i’m a sucker when you linger series #shout out to being hung over in SD for the inspo

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war-of-the-words · 4 years ago

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Mediocre Coffee

Happy Holidays to @moonshadowstar I was your @dcmksecretsanta! I apologize for this coming so late, but I hope you enjoy my first attempt at a coffee shop au!!

He was the most beautiful person Shinichi had ever seen. Ok, maybe that was a bit dramatic, but the sentiment remained.

Shinichi had been to this particular coffee shop a few times, nothing particularly notable about it, until a few weeks ago. A new barista, his nametag read “Kaito” with a little smiley face next to it. Not only did he make the best latte art Shinichi had ever seen, but his smile could light up the whole room. His presence had turned the fairly run down, mediocre store into Shinichi’s favorite place. It was embarrassing to say, but it was love at first sight.

So Shinichi had been frequenting the store on a near daily basis. He had dragged Ran along a couple times, and she had made fun of him mercilessly the entire time. She couldn’t believe that the workaholic, anti-social Shinichi had fallen head over heels for a man he barely knew. At least she granted him the kindness of withholding her laughter in front of Kaito. At least she promised not to tell Sonoko. Sonoko would absolutely tear him apart. Even more embarrassing was that Kaito now knew his name, and his order, and when he would be in the store. The first time he walked in to his order sitting ready on the counter Shinichi nearly had a heart attack and died right there on the cheap linoleum floor.

He was late today. It was unfortunate, but he had been called on to a case that had taken longer than Shinichi had liked. He opened the coffee shop’s door with a tired sigh. A quick glance around the store proved that Shinichi was the only customer there. Kaito was at the counter and he looked up when he heard the bells attached to the door jingle. “Shinichi! I didn’t think you’d show up today.” There it was, that brilliant smile. It made Shinichi’s heart do terrible little loop-de-loops.

“Work took a little longer than expected,” Shinichi said, trying to give the barista a smile that wouldn’t betray how tired he was. “Now I get to reward myself.”

“I can’t imagine what your schedule is like. The usual then?” Kaito held up a paper to-go cup with Shinichi’s name on it.

“Was that for me? Sorry you went through all that trouble.” Shinichi slid into one of the stools at the counter, the ache of being on his feet all day finally catching up to him.

“No trouble at all,” Kaito set the cup down and set to work starting Shinichi’s order, “I got a good cup of coffee out of it, although it was a little cold.” Shinichi leaned against the counter, eyes glued to the way Kaito’s hands fluidly worked. “ It’s funny, I make it all the time, but I never realised how sweet you like your coffee.” Kaito laughed, which was unfair. Shinichi could feel his face start to flush. “You seem like a black coffee kind of guy.”

“I get that a lot, but believe it or not I’m not a huge fan of bitter things.” Which was true. The first time he got coffee with Hattori he looked at Shinichi like he had been possessed. Just because he wasn’t one for eating desserts didn’t mean he didn’t like sweet things. Unfortunately it became something Hattori would constantly tease him about. The man was merciless with his teasing, Shinichi shuddered to think what would happen if he knew about Shinichi’s crush.

“I can believe it,” Kaito gave Shinichi another heavenly laugh, “the amount of sugar in this thing could keep someone bouncing off of the walls for a solid week.” Kaito put a lid on the cup and passed it over to Shinichi, who handed him the exact change in return.

“What can I say?” Shinichi smirked, “I am a man of refined taste.”

“Or a man with some severe insomnia.”

“Mmm, both.” Another unfortunately true fact about Shinichi’s life, but it made Kaito laugh so it was worth it.

“Then I might just have to cut you off, Shinichi. I don’t want to be held responsible when you drop dead from exhaustion.”

“You aren’t the only coffee shop in Tokyo, you know, I can always find another dealer.”

“You could, but you won’t.” Kaito gave Shinichi a smirk. Oh God, does he know?

“What makes you so sure?” Kaito leaned across the counter, bringing his face dangerously close to Shinichi’s.

“How red you are right now.”

“T-that’s just my complexion,” Shinichi managed to stammer out. “It’s cold today so it makes it worse.”

“Oh, is that so?” Kaito’s tone proved he didn’t believe him, and if Shinichi had the ability to think, he might have noticed that Kaito was clearly flirting with him. But he was absolutely short-circuiting so all he could do was remain oblivious.

“Yes. I get it from my mother.”

“How fascinating.” Kaito pulled away, clearly amused by how dense Shinichi was being.

“I mean, what else could it be?” Shinichi gave a nervous laugh, and tried his best to avoid Kaito’s intense gaze, because that would make him blush even harder.

“I don’t know, maybe you can take me on a date and we can figure it out.”

“I could- we could- I- uhh,” Shinichi sputtered. His eyes went wide and he stared dumbfounded at Kaito, mouth agape. “Date?”

“Hmm?” Kaito hummed innocently, doing his best to look as if he hadn’t said anything, but he was clearly trying to hold back laughter.

“Kaito, would you like to go on a date with me?” Shinichi said, nervous despite Kaito’s clear indications he was interested.

“Shinichi I would love too.”

“Oh,” Shinichi said quietly and took a sip of his coffee. It burned his mouth, but he needed the distraction. “So… you wanna go get coffee sometime?”

“Did you really just ask me that?” Kaito said, gesturing to the equipment around him.

“Oh yeah… Dinner then?”

“That sounds wonderful.” Kaito gave him another thousand-watt smile. Yeah, Shinichi was screwed.

#Kaishin #dcmk #player 2 #dcmksecretsanta

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gisachi · 4 years ago

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can you please do 23 please??

Sorry for the very long wait! Thank you for this~ I know there are already so many fics similar to this, but that won’t stop me anyhow. Let this be an additional cake to the OTP food trope that we all love. 😆 Hope you enjoy another little ShinRan teasing / fluff~!

23. A kiss that tastes of the food/dessert they are eating. (1,518 words) .

Ran’s been doing something. It’s a rather odd way to throw him off his concentration, but it’s really happening.

Maybe his classmates are blind for not noticing, because something as blatant as that can catch anyone’s eyes so easily. Clearly she wasn’t like that yesterday, so the difference is quite obvious. Just this morning, she’s done it eight times, more for the times he isn’t able to pay attention, which is unlikely.

Her lips aren’t dry - in fact they’re the softest he’s ever touched, ever felt - so to necessitate the application of that brand new yellowish balm she keeps hidden in her uniform pocket is today’s mystery. He is no expert when it comes to stuff like this, but he sure as hell knows that one shall not wet their lips before or after applying lip balm. But that is what she’s doing, and it’s racking his nerves to the point of insanity, in more ways than one.

He tries bringing it up with Nakamichi, but the dude isn’t as observant as he is - a shame. Dude merely shrugs it off and grins, saying something like, it’s his newest addiction. And Ran’s lips. What the hell is he talking about.

(He’s been addicted to those for a long time.)

The second mystery is how she suddenly thinks of buying one of those flavored breads they always pass by on their way to the detective agency. It has no stuffing in it - thank god - and she isn’t offering him any. He doesn’t mind, he isn’t hungry. But still...

Loud munching in his presence - in her room - crumbs settling on the corner of her alluring lips and she does it again, tip of tongue delectably reaching for the farthest bits it can reach. It’s slick, flexible, pairing with her ever so irresistible red lips and oh, the herculean effort to resist grabbing her face and entangling it with his own—

It’s not just about her lips. It’s her lips and...

“Hey, stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“Licking your lips every ten seconds. It’s annoying the crap out of everyone.”

She blinks at him. “But you’re the only one here.”

“Well-”, he stammers, avoiding her gaze, “when we were in class, it annoyed some people too.”

Ran arches an eyebrow. “It did?”

“Yes,” he lies, “So stop.”

From his peripherals, he sees her shrug before downing the last slice of bread, moist lips wrapping around the food before disappearing into her mouth, then licks leftover crumbs from her fingertips. After that fairly eye-pleasing show, she cups her cheeks with both hands, elbows resting on the kotatsu as she stares at him, a mixture of mischief and innocence swirling in her eyes, like that’s even possible. “Not supposed to matter now that we’re alone though?”

Shinichi groans. He doesn’t want to get started, but he should’ve known calling her out won’t deter her at the least; it’ll just fuel her desire to annoy him even more.

“Are you bothered, Shinichi?”

Stealing a glance at her is a bad idea. The moment he does, her wet tongue travels her upper lip in one painstakingly languid sweep, and his poor self doesn’t know if he’ll allow his jaw to freely hang slack in fascination or fight the temptation growing in him in the form of teenage hormones. What’s the deal with this woman?

He takes pride in his temperance, no matter how hapless it leaves him sometimes - just like now - but he lets his ever magnificent composure prevail.

In what seems to be an attempt at ignoring the warning bells blaring in his ears, he rolls his eyes and exhales sharply, diverting his attention to his notebook.

“I’m gonna leave if you won’t stop.”

“Oh! But look outside. It’s about to rain.”

“I’m going to stay downstairs, at the agency.”

“Dad’s live streaming Yoko-chan’s concert. You cannot concentrate.”

“I’ll stay at Poirot.”

“It’s closed today.”

He rolls his eyes skyward. “Then can you please stop?”

She giggles. “Make me?”

Shinichi feels the tip of his ears heat up. This is not funny. It’s frustrating and it’s draining the life out of him. Is this a test? How can she drop those lines so smoothly without stuttering? What’s gotten into her? What plan does she have in her sleeve? Shall he go with the flow? But what if it’s a test? Must he give up? Give in? Why prolong the agony? If she wants to kiss him as bad as how he wants to kiss her right now, why not go ahead and just do it?

“Ran, I swear to god if you won’t stop…”

“I will stop,” she purses her lips and parts them in a teasing pop, then her voice drops low, and raspy, and hot, “So hurry up and make me.”

Ah, well, fine.

Beating around the bush is, indeed, very tiresome.

He doesn’t waste a single second pushing her to the floor, pinning her wrists above her head. His face hovers above hers as he inhales her scent momentarily, fruity like citrus, fresh like baked bread. When she teases him with another tongue swipe, he cuts through her with his own tongue grazing her upper, then lower lip, before sliding carelessly in her mouth.

He feels her exhale deeply through her nose, a delighted ‘mmph’ rolling out her lips. He knew it. She’s testing him. He played right into her hands. Yielded to her plan. He’s above her - right where she probably wanted - stopping her himself from licking her damned annoying soft lips, using his own tongue. A total, disgraceful, loss but...can he really call this losing?

Is he losing when he’s on top of her, feeling her curves through their uniform? Her body arching onto him as her wrists relax under his hold? Her flesh in close, wonderful contact with his, trembling in utmost anticipation? How is it losing when he can finally - freaking finally - savor the sweet, glorious taste of Ran and...and, wait, a little key lime pie? Is that bread actually key lime pie? What? And her balm? Tastes like citrus too? But she…? How?

They separate breathlessly, and this time, it’s his turn to lick his own lips.

“I...thought you hated lime.”

“I do,” she mumbles, “but you like it, so...” the thought trails off, the last bit barely audible.

A growing blush colors his cheeks. Then he snickers, burrowing his head in her shoulder to hide it.

“All this time, you’re… Geez. Wow, I...Can’t believe you’re that kind of idiot.”

Ran giggles too, a little more breathily.

“Makes two of us. I was so convinced you wouldn’t catch on.”

“Mind you, I did. It was just too bizarre to even have as a thought.”

“Hey, honestly though, I was really licking my lips in distaste. The lime was killing my taste buds.” She scoffs.

“Thought you were totally flirting with me.”

“Hah. Did it mainly look like I was?”

“Deny, sure, but it doesn’t change the fact that you devised a plan for me to do this,” he grins. “Can’t believe you had it in you, Ran.”

He feels her smile against his shoulder. “Mm. Can’t believe you fell for it either.”

They relish the silence a little more, before he finally speaks.

“You know... if you want to go down this route, you could’ve just asked me to chew some of your favorite strawberry flavored candy or something,” he lifts his head, still not removing her from entrapment, “makes it less cumbersome for us ‘cause unlike how lime is for you, I don’t hate it.”

She blinks, shocked. “Wait, so...you’ll let me kiss you?”

“Haah? Why the hell not?”

“You’ve always been the initiator and I always wait so, y’know...I’m not used to...” she blushes. He laughs. Loud.

“Raan. Goodness. Lead me on. Kiss me any freaking time. I’ll be the happiest man on earth.”

“Even while in school?”

“Even while in school.”

“But I thought you hate PDA’s.”

“I do,” he confesses, “but if you’re so eager to try it, then…”

Her plump, rosy lips glisten under the fluorescent; it’s hard not to stare at them. They’re like halves of one ripened strawberry, juicy and fresh, waiting to be tasted, to be savored and eaten. Good thing he doesn’t hate strawberries. Even if he does, why waste a perfectly good opportunity to reconsider?

Cheeks turning the same color, she swipes her tongue in between her pursed lips, purposely wetting them more.

“I-I see...But for now...Aren’t you gonna continue?” Her teeth dig her bottom lip, shy but determined. “There’s still lime in my mouth… a lot on my tongue...so...”

It’s silly, this kind of approach, but for him who’s been restraining for a couple of hours now, a jumpstart from her - whatever and however she prefers - is all that’s needed and he won’t even dare have second thoughts indulging right in.

“Well…for a start, you can always gargle it out…”

“Shinichiii.”

He sniggers. “I know, I get it,” he dips his head lower, “Let me take all the lime out for you.”

The cleanup proceeds in earnest.

#shinran #kiss prompts #fanfic #ohh kinda word vomited again soooo #why lie we want more teasing scenes between the two #another cake to the hundreds of cakes out there!#still!! hope u enjoy this!!#💗

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purplellamanator · 5 years ago

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number 11 with shinran please!

11. Old West AU- Person A needs money to pay off their debtors, Person B needs a spouse for decency's sake. Also, there are horses.

Hope this is to your liking! I was a bit unsure how to incorporate the horses to be honest 😂 so they are there but not really anything important to the drabble 😂 Also, this is extremely long so word of warning- it's 7k 😂. Thank you for the lovely request though. It was very motivating and heavily inspired me so I hope you enjoy it 😊

"Why not Kudou-san? He has loads of money."

Not long after that, Shinichi was able to pick out the loud shush that came from the other brunette. Clearly they were trying to have a secret conversation but maybe it wasn't the brightest idea to have it right behind him. Especially when there talking about him.

He was literally one table away.

He had to roll his eyes at Suzuki's suggestion. He had heard everything the two had been discussing behind him. Not that it really made any difference. He was pretty sure the whole town knew about old man Mouri's terrible and outrageous habits.

If it wasn't drinking, then it was gambling. If it wasn't gambling, it was girls. The fool dragged his family into debt and soiled their name for good within the town. No one wanted to be associated with the village idiot.

Truthfully, he did hold some sympathy in his heart though he had no problem saying it was the old man's fault. His pity wasn't for the drunkard though. It was for his daughter.

He had known of her since a young age, seeing as they grew up in the same town. Saying they were ever friends however would be a lie. They simply grew up on the other side of town. Her, on the side that ran rampant with sickness and the poor. He, where he didn't need to fight for an education or to simply be fed.

Mouri Ran was simply somebody he never had to associate himself with nor did he ever glance at. They were simply on two different levels. Two levels that never could cross paths.

Or so he thought.

It had been a surprise when Suzuki Sonoko had taken an instant liking to the younger Mouri. It perplexed him. It made him curious. Why would the daughter of the mayor associate herself with a Mouri? That was social suicide even for someone of her standing.

That was when he started paying more attention.

Admittedly, it wasn't long before he had his answer.

She was like an angel. It was an odd way to label someone, especially in their small town, but he could think of no other way to describe her. Of course if someone were to ask, he would never say it aloud- but she was . . . very attractive. Which was something he never actually took the time to notice. Much like everybody else, he figured it was best to steer clear of the Mouri's. Everybody knew her father had been taking loans from the Crows- which only a complete moron would do. That and they were from two separate walks of life. He had no reason to look at her.

Not until Suzuki started bringing her around. And that was when he noticed just why that spoiled brat was so attached to her.

She had to be the nicest person he had ever met. In his lifestyle, that wasn't hard but to find someone who grew up the way she did, and to still be able to keep that innocent smile- it drew him in. The young Mouri was so naive but so . . kind. Someone so sweet and innocent that looked at everything and everybody with hope believing there was light in this world. Someone like that should be protected and he knew instantly why Suzuki associated with her.

It was like God had made a mistake. Like he had cast off one of his own angels without even realizing it. She did not act or carry herself like someone who had grown up on the poorer side of town. She held her head high with pride but with a grace.

And something else more unusual about her, she had no desire for him.

It sounded arrogant, he knew. But. . . it was so odd; so unheard of. It perplexed him. Everybody wanted him. But besides Suzuki, she never was in the giant crowds of women that followed him around town.

He was probably the most desired eligible bachelor in town. Being 23 and still having no desire to marry and settle down; it was weird. But Shinichi couldn't be bothered. He had other dreams and aspirations. One of them being able to walk down the street without being flocked by a bunch of towns women. Which that wouldn't happen unless he actually settled down and chose one.

Shinichi sighed. Figures, the only solution would be to pick one and get it over with. Then instead of dealing with hordes of raging and frantic women, he'd only have to deal with one.

But all at once, he got pulled back into eavesdropping on the conversation. He would've ignored it further if it wasn't for the such weird and surprising response from the other brunette.

"Are you out of your mind?" Ran whisper hissed at her friend across the table.

"What?" Suzuki shrugged innocently. "You're single, he's single. You're hot, he's hot. You need money, he has loads of it . . . " she trailed off suggestively.

He could hear how Ran began sputtering. He couldn't help the half-lidded glare and scowl that settled on his features at the suggestion though. He knew that was what most women saw when they looked at him. A handsome face and dollar signs. That's all anybody saw with him. That's all anybody cared about with him. He was nothing more in their eyes-

"You shouldn't say such things, Sonoko," Ran's soft and gentle voice cut off his inner ramblings.

"Oh? You don't like his looks?" Sonoko asked rhetorically in a taunting tone. All that was heard was silence, and Shinichi wished he could turn around without being noticed so he knew what was going on.

"You know that's not it," Ran said timidly

"Then what is it?"

It was quiet for a few moments before Ran finally said, "There's more to him than just his money."

If he thought it was silent earlier, it was so quiet now he thought his ears were ringing. Shinichi stiffened in his seat with his back to them as his eyes widened. Unnaturally, he felt his heart's steady bumps in his chest as the sound of it's beats resounded in his ears.

"There's more to us than our upbringing, isn't there?" The question wasn't rhetorical and he looked down at the wooden table he sat before, unseeingly. Her words were said so softly; so dejectedly. She was actually wanting to know. If they were all doomed to be seen in the portrayal their families had laid out for them.

"I'm . . I'm sorry, Ran," came Sonoko's apologetic reply. "That's not what I meant. You are nothing like your father."

Yet she carried the weight of his burdens.

"No, what you meant was for me to fake being in love and use someone for their money."

He was pretty sure they could all hear the scolding and reprimanding tone in her voice.

It was clear Suzuki didn't like the accusing tone, and he could practically feel her scowl. "It was only a suggestion, Ran. You have to pay those Crows by the end of the month and if you won't let me help, who else is there that has enough to pay those jerks off?"

A little bit after that and the pub was empty. The two had long paid their tab and left yet he still remained, staring blankly at his untouched drink. All he could think or hear in his crazed thoughts, were Mouri's words.

"There's more to him than just his money."

Her words were on repeat in his thoughts and again he felt like he could hear nothing but the pounding of his chest. It wasn't until he heard a noise outside that he looked out the parlor window and caught the fleeting glances of two young women. When they realized that he had caught them staring, their eyes flit away as they giggled to each other with matching blushes.

"There's more to us than our upbringing, isn't there?"

~*~

"What is this?"

Shinichi rolled his eyes as he sighed in exasperation. "It's a marriage certificate," he said as if it were the most obvious thing. He knew she grew up on the poorer side of town but he thought she had at least been able to read.

Red blossomed across her cheeks. "I know what it is," she mumbled under her breath embarrassedly. "I'm wondering why you're giving it to me?"

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes even further, it was hard to conceal his annoyance. "It's a proposal." Again, his tone carried that same lilt to it as if it were exhausting him to explain this to her. She wasn't slow in the head, was she?

All at once, the already red part of her cheeks darkened so much he thought she'd combust on the spot. "A-a marriage proposal?" she asked sounding horrified.

He didn't like the way her tone made him feel. Why didn't she sound happy? He just proposed to her and she sounded terrified. Would marrying him be that bad? He thought she'd be jumping for joy giving him an immediate yes. Didn't she know that anyone else in her situation would have?

"Yes," he frowned. "Do you accept?"

He had a feeling that she didn't hear him though as she stared with wide eyes and a gaping mouth, looking over the document he presented to her in her hands.

"W-Why?" she asked with her mouth still slightly open in a silent gasp.

This time he couldn't suppress the half-lidded glare he sent her. He'd propose to her and she'd ask why? What was wrong with her? He thought she was making fun of him. No one could be this dense. When he saw that she was still looking up at him with eyes widened in awe, he realized that she really wasn't faking it.

Figuring it was best to be honest, he shrugged. "You need money. I have a lot of it."

Instead of reacting directly to his words, she looked humiliated. "You heard that?!" she asked, mortification lacing her voice as she instantly made the connection of his words to her 'private' conversation with Suzuki yesterday.

It didn't matter if he heard them though. Did she want to marry him or not? When he gave another shrug to her question, she still looked more than a little confused.

"But why? Even if I did need. . . that," she asked with her voice full of contempt at the mention of needing his money. "What do you get from all of this?"

"Look- I'm sick of all you girls flaunting over me. I figure if I just choose one then they'll leave me alone. And even though your social standing is below me and you're father is a drunken fool that's indebted to the Crows, at least with you I'll be left alone in peace."

Truthfully, he hadn't really thought he said anything wrong. What he said had been the truth, and for him- had been pretty tame. He had tried to tone down his bluntness but to his own horror, her eyes began to water and her lip began to tremble. What caught him off guard the most however was the anger and frustration that shown in her violet eyes.

Suddenly all that could be heard was a loud tearing sound as she shredded the paper in two. His eyes went wide and his mouth agape when she shoved the torn pieces into his chest and letting go, forcing him to catch them before they fell.

"That's what I think of your 'marriage proposal', Kudou-san," she said forcefully and around a cracking voice. Still so stunned, he could do nothing but watch as she bumped him out of the way with her shoulder and began walking back to her home.

That had been five days ago.

Surprisingly, no one in town heard of the embarrassing and humiliating rejection he had received. To be honest, he had been a bit embarrassed to step foot outside of his home. He would've thought that surely even Sonoko would've had something to say to him. If not a taunt then anger for him clearly hurting Ran's feelings- though he still had no idea what was wrong with what he said.

He still had no idea why she said no. He also had no idea why he still cared.

One girl told him no. One girl of a whole town that was infatuated with him but completely abhorred her. He shouldn't care what a Mouri said to him. He could marry any other girl he chose.

But he knew deep down that that wasn't the issue.

He didn't want anybody else. Anybody else would be pulling all over him and drive him to the insane asylum the next town over. He wanted the one girl that didn't want anything to do with him- not because he wanted to make her like him but because he knew she didn't like him. He liked that she didn't care about him. He liked that she wasn't in these hordes of bumbling women that were literally tripping over themselves to impress him.

And something he had no desire to admit or say aloud- he liked how pretty she was. He liked how kind she was and how sweet. But he also admired how loyal and courageous she was when defending her father. Overall, she wasn't just tolerable and bearable. She was someone he could see himself getting along with- which making friends had never been one of his strengths.

Maybe realizing a little too late, he should've talked about all of that rather than say he was offering her a marriage out of necessity.

But nothing stuck out to him more than the fact, she didn't tell anybody. She didn't tell anybody that he had proposed to her nor the fact that she turned him down so humiliatingly. If he actually cared about his image, he would've been rejected by his peers if they ever learned that the town drunk's daughter told him no.

One day, when she was out at the same saloon, he demanded to know. Why had she not told anybody? Surely it would've boosted her likability in their town and lowered his. Why didn't she do it?

"Why would I do that?" she asked confusedly. It was almost cute how her head tilted the slightest bit.

That's when he realized again- Ran was too kind. She was too naive. Never would she have the idea to ruin someone else's reputation to boost her own. Switching tactics, he wanted to know something else.

"Why won't you marry me?"

Ran once again blinked at him with the most innocent eyes he had ever seen on someone her age. "Because I don't love you, Kudou-san."

Love? He couldn't help the way he recoiled at her words.

"I asked you to marry me. Not to love me," he clarified, now himself being the one confused in the conversation.

When had he said anything about love?

Smiling softly without any malice in her eyes, she said even more cryptically, "And that's why I said no."

Her response had him puzzled yet she seemed to understand her words fine. She wanted him to . . want her to . . love him . . . ?

"You're . . . weird," he said a bit perturbed by the fluttery feeling inside in his chest. He wasn't sure if he liked that feeling quite yet but he knew one thing- there was nothing loving in marriage. It was just a contract that bound two people together to strengthen their social standing. It was a piece of paper.

When he told her that, he half expected her to get angry with him again. But even more surprisingly, she didn't. She looked . . sad. Like she felt sad for him.

"Who told you that?"

Shinichi scoffed. No one told him that. He learned that on his own and from experience. He watched his parents when he was younger. He saw how the mayor and his 'wife' treated each other. He knew what marriage was. Did she? He felt bad for her because clearly she didn't. He was worried about the rude awakening she would receive in this life.

"Don't pity me, Kudou-san. You may have more money than me, but that is all," she said with the utmost seriousness. "Because though I have so little, I will always have more than you. And that is why I pity you."

She had completely stumped him once more. She was always having the last say and then taking her leave as if she were so wise. That's why he was always coming back to her. Or so he told himself. He had to get her to open her eyes and see things his way. She would only get hurt in the end if she continued on with these ridiculous declarations of love and romance.

It never worked out that way however. And if anything, it was starting to make him have second thoughts. Maybe he was the one that was wrong. . . Which was crazy. He had been the smartest in all his classes in school; always recieving the highest marks with little to no effort. What did she know? He wanted to be mad with her. How dare she flip his thoughts in on themselves!

But whenever he said that was it- it would be the last time. He was always coming back to her the next day. Always wanting to speak with her; to try to one up her. Frustratingly enough, it didn't take him long to realize she didn't see it like that. She wasn't trying to compete with him and it made him blush with a frown every time she looked so excited to see him.

Even now, she had already reverted to calling him by his first name. She said his name so casually and the first few times she did it, it had his cheeks reddening madly as he scolded her for doing such a thing. She had looked so startled when he reprimanded her but it didn't stop her from doing it. Finally when he got after her for the last time, she apologized and said it was just a habit to call her friends so personally.

Her words had made his heart tinge and his nerves shaky. She considered him as such? He didn't have friends before so he hadn't quite understood or known that that was what they now were.

"Shinichi is fine," he said without looking at her as his face heated.

From that point forward, he too started calling her by her first name. He had stubbornly been refusing to do so until then. But when he started to, the bright and happy smile she gave him was blinding and it felt like his heart would beat out of his chest.

Another emotion that he couldn't quite yet understand though every time his eyes would go wide and he'd stare at her with emotion, he'd always notice Suzuki standing to the side and smirking at him with these all knowing eyes. Then he'd be back to scowling.

Suzuki hadn't been the only one to notice his wandering eyes but she had been the only one not to scold him. Many would look at him as if he were crazy for walking down the street with a Mouri, let alone talk to one but he honestly didn't care.

In fact, he started going places he never had as well as doing things he never would've dreamed of doing before. It was because she encouraged him in ways he never thought a single person could.

On one of the days he had walked to her house to visit her, he was surprised to already find her outside and sitting on her front step. She hadn't been waiting for him because it was clear she hadn't been expecting him. Which surprised him because it felt like he had been seeing her everyday for almost two weeks.

He was concerned though. It was unusual for her to be sitting out here alone like this and there was something somber about the sight. Her head was bowed forward as her hands gripped the fabric of her skirts; her long brown hair curtaining her face and obstructing his view to get a good glance.

It wasn't till he was standing right in front of her that she heard his steps and her head shot up. He was taken aback by her appearance. Her hair was unkempt and her face was blotched red and stained with tears.

"Shinichi!" she said startled as she came to a stand hurriedly and began haphazardly brushing her tears away. "What are you doing here?"

He frowned at her words. What was she talking about? He always came by to see her. Since she never felt comfortable walking through his side of town, he always would visit her here. Recognizing her question for what it really was- a distraction, he focused on something more important.

"Why are you crying?"

Features scrunching as if in pain, she bit her lip as she turned her face to the other side, clearly not wanting to answer him and not wanting to look at him.

"I-It's not important," she murmured softly.

He begged to differ. At the moment there was nothing more important.

When he remained silent, she finally looked at him again and winced at the frown on his face.

When he thought she wouldn't say anything else, she looked down at her feet as her cheeks went a soft pink.

"Do you think I am stupid, Shinichi?"

If it hadn't been so quiet already, he would've missed her question entirely. But he hadn't and her absurd words had him furrowing his brows in confusion.

"Ran-"

But she cut him off. "Do you think I am stupid for having dreams?" she whispered.

His eyes widened but he was so surprised by what she just asked him. He was honestly more concerned over why she was asking him this than with actually answering her question. The more silent he remained though, the more upset she looked. For once however, he was at a loss for words. He didn't know how to respond to her random question. Of course he didn't think she was stupid. He would never think that about her. But to have dreams . . . .

It was almost childish; her question. But thinking harder about it he realized that maybe like everything else he learned with her, maybe there was a bigger picture; a bigger meaning.

"When I was younger I wanted to be a detective."

He had no idea what made him blurt that out. Ran seemed just as stunned as she looked up at him but he wouldn't meet her gaze because of what he was about to admit.

"I don't know. . . maybe I had read too many stories about gunslingers and crooks but I was fascinated. I thought they were just so . . . cool. I wanted to be just like them."

"My parents didn't really like that," he forced out a chuckle that didn't sound all that happy. "They took all of my toys of Indians and cowboys; didn't let me read anymore of those novels. I was like seven at the time. Just a kid."

As he talked about it, he could feel the once suppressed emotions he hadn't even dug up since it happened, starting to emerge. There was so much bitterness and anger and just hurt, that he hadn't even noticed that he was frowning to himself as if trapped in a memory. He didn't notice the way that the girl in front of him was staring at him so sadly.

"They wanted me to become a doctor or a lawyer; something noble. Something that would make them happy," he said bitterly with a clenched jaw. "I didn't want anything to do with it but they took everything from me. They isolated me and sent me to schools with their ideals. I didn't have anything, not even my dreams."

He was trapped in his thoughts reflecting back on his younger years before his parents moved away and left him to his own devices. "Dreams are not stupid," he said as if talking to himself.

"Without them, you stop living," he ended softly and then it was quiet. It was like he forgot she was there with him at first.

When he did come back to himself, he realized that she was staring at him with the most tender expression he had ever received. His throat went dry and he took a step back in retreat. He didn't know what that look meant and honestly was a bit afraid to find out.

"What happened?"

His brows furrowed again. "What do you mean?"

"What happened to your dream?" she asked more imploringly as if that were the most important thing and he hadn't just said all of that to make her feel better.

Giving a small grin that was more somber than humorous, he looked away. "It just didn't happen. I gave up on it a long time ago when I realized it was too late to do anything about it."

"That's not true!" she burst almost angrily and he was startled by her adamant response. "It's never too late to have a dream."

Still thoroughly stunned and touched by her words, he watched her noticing there was still moisture in her eyes from earlier.

"You're so smart and amazing, Shinichi! I know that anything you wish for, you can achieve," she praised and he couldn't help the way his face darkened. He could tell how deeply she meant her words just from the way she said them. No one had ever praised him as such and though he liked it, at the same time he wanted to divert the attention away.

Clearing his throat, he looked away uneasily. "But what about you?" And when she looked confused he clarified, "What about your dream?"

Ran was back to being silent again and suddenly he felt. . . hurt. He told her his. Why couldn't she tell him hers?

And when he heard a loud crash from the inside of her house, he realized she wasn't looking away from him to hide her answer. She was looking at her answer.

Her dream was not for herself but for someone else.

"He's my dream," she finally spoke softly and all at once without her saying anything else he understood.

Her dream was for her father to get sober. Her dream was for her father to become healthier.

Still, she wasn't looking at him but his eyes widened as he continued to stare at her. The soft expression on her face had him swallowing hard and that fluttery feeling was resounding in his chest. He could feel his hearts steady beats.

His new dream.

~*~

He never did find out why she was crying that day. She would never tell him.

And that hurt.

Things were different now. Well maybe he should clarify.

Things were different for him. He doubted anything really changed for her though.

She still greeted him with the same smile she always looked at him with before. She still called him by his first name with the same happy tone. But why did it all feel so different. If she herself hadn't changed, then what had?

"You did, dummy."

Suzuki's response had him scowling but he still demanded to know what she meant. In fact he didn't even understand why he was there talking to her about it of all people. But for some reason, he felt that going to Ran about this was out of the question.

Other than those three words however, Suzuki didn't have much else to say. Adding that he would have to 'figure it out himself to understand', she walked away leaving him more frustrated than when he came in.

It wasn't till a few days later that he was walking down the street alone that he began to understand what the spoiled brat was getting at.

Hanging around Ran so often and being so enraptured by her presence and conversation, he had never noticed. He had never noticed that his hordes of fan girls were gone. It was just that for once he was by himself again and walking in public- it was more quiet than usual. Shinichi wasn't used to that.

And when he heard the rumors, he knew why.

Apparently he was courting Ran. They had been seeing each other so often and in public that everybody believed that they were a couple on the brink of being engaged. Shinichi didn't feel the need to correct them. For some reason he liked the misunderstandings that were floating around the town. The peace and quiet he wanted was his and it was simply from hanging out with Ran. That and there would be no chance of someone else asking to court Ran-

Suddenly he froze on the sidewalk. He almost couldn't believe the thought that erupted out of him but oddly he didn't feel any remorse for it nor did he want to take it back. He realized that he actually meant it.

He didn't want someone else to court Ran. He didn't want someone else to take Ran away from him. He didn't see the social classes between them anymore. And if he didn't, who else didn't? He was worried someone else would realize how amazing Mouri Ran was and take her from him.

The sudden epiphany had him retreating into himself. He had gone silent and for a few days stayed on his part of town as well as stayed in his house. He couldn't see Ran right now. Not when he was having trouble understanding what he wanted anymore.

Everything was silent around him now. He didn't have to get engaged anymore but for some reason he still wanted to. But Ran wouldn't marry him. She already told him no and after all that bull he spit out about marriage just being a piece of paper, he was almost positive she wouldn't be changing her mind.

Shinichi didn't care. He had to see her. He had to at least tell her how he felt. He wanted to at least tell her how thankful he was for her; for making him feel things he didn't even think was possible.

Sadly, the next time he saw her wouldn't be under good circumstances.

Suzuki whom had renounced him after he seemingly 'dropped' Ran, had suddenly appeared at his front door one night, banging on his door like a mad woman. When he opened it with irritation, that facade quickly dropped when she said just why she was finally talking to him again.

It was the Crows. They were in town. And they wanted their money.

Money that Sonoko and him both knew that old man Mouri didn't have.

Suzuki didn't want to trust him when he told her to stay here and that he would take care of it. She thought he was insane but when he saw what he pulled from his family's safe, she shut her mouth before demanding that he come find her the moment Ran was safe. He of course agreed, but could only hope he reached her home in time.

And he just barely had. The scene he stumbled upon made him angry and sick. There wasn't a sheriff in sight though he knew everybody in town knew what was happening. The streets had been dead silent as he walked by; every shutter closed tight. No one wanted to get involved when the Crows were in town.

Not unless they had a death wish, which apparently he had one.

The stallions that they were riding were as dark black as the clothes they all wore. If possible, the horses appeared even more daunting and intimidating than their riders.

There were three of them. Two men and a women. They were each still on their mount except for the one that looked the most built and muscular. On closer inspection, the man could be seen standing over a pair. One, a man that was clearly knocked unconscious and bleeding from a wound on the head. The other, a girl that though she was crying was sitting proudly and defensively in front of her father.

"You made your point, now leave!" Ran's voice came out frustrated but was thick with her tears. Tears that only made two of the bandits laugh.

"I think you misunderstand. We are here for a payment," the burly one said with cold an cruel smirk.

And though Ran must've been frightened beyond her wits, she didn't back down. "We don't have anymore money. I don't have anything else to give," she bit back.

"The Crows never leave without compensation. We're not leaving empty handed," the main one standing near Ran said firmly. And to her horror, he drew his gun casually.

Almost conversationally and while holding his gun, the man pulled out a cigarette and with a match as well, lit it. Calmly and taking a long a drag of the cigarette, he said, "Now where's the rest of my money?"

Ran's bottom lip trembled. "I-I don't have it."

The man's brows furrowed as he tauntingly tilted his head to the side in confusion. "Pisco?" he called to behind him without even glancing back. "I think I heard her wrong. Did she say she didn't have our money?"

The other man that was still atop his stallion laughed. "That's what it sounded like to me."

Suddenly faster than any of them could comprehend, the man grabbed her by a firm grip on the back of her head. His grip was so tight in her hair it made her tears forcibly slide down her cheeks though she tried to hold them back as she gasped in pain.

"I'm done fucking around, girl," the man growled darkly through his teeth. "Where is my money," he ground out and with every word she thought his grip tightened.

"I. Don't. Have it," Ran snapped back, still more furious than scared.

Finally having enough, the man released her. The relief was short lived however when a hard smack knocked her to her back. The sound of his palm meeting the skin of her cheek made a loud cracking noise that resounded all around them. The sting was biting and she could feel the blood in her mouth from where the skin of her cheek had been pressed to forcefully against her teeth. Truthfully it felt like the man had knocked them loose.

Suddenly that would be the least of her worries however when she looked up and was eye level with a gun pointing directly in her face.

"Wrong answer," the man ground out and terrified, she closed her eyes waiting for the loud bang the gun would fire off. Would she even have enough time to hear it? Would she be alive long enough to even feel it?

When it never came though, she slowly opened her eyes. It was only enough to peek but when she realized that the man's attention was no longer on her anyway, she opened them fully.

The man was looking beyond her, confused. It wasn't till she heard the soft crunching of leaves that she noticed what caused the diversion.

Someone was coming.

Horrified and instantly thinking it was Sonoko, Ran had turned to yell for her friend to run away. This was too dangerous and had nothing to do with her friend. But when she looked back, what she saw made her heart stop and for some reason scared her even more.

"Shinichi!" she gasped in horror at what he was doing here. He had been ignoring her for days now and suddenly decided to come back at the worst possible moment. Suddenly she was no longer scared for herself.

With his gun still pointing at her, the man continued watching as Shinichi got closer. When he still had yet to say anything about the madness he stumbled upon, the Crow raised his lip in disgust.

"Leave. This has nothing to do with you. For now," he ordered threateningly.

Shinichi didn't say anything though. All he could focus on was the fact that Ran was there kneeling on the ground with the entire side of her face swollen as a man stood over her with a gun.

When the other man noticed that he wasn't going to stop walking towards him, he averted his aim. "Then you will die as well-"

Suddenly something large was thrown across the air. It landed haphazardly at the Crow's feet.

The man didn't seem to care though but it did make him pause. Clearly without even looking at it, he already could make out what it was.

"Who are you?" he asked with a growing aggravation.

Ignoring his question entirely, Shinichi stared back just as intently and cold. "I've brought your payment. Now leave."

Clearly not believing nor trusting him, the Crow grabbed the pouch before tossing it behind him in the direction of Pisco. "Check it," he demanded while still pointing his gun at Shinichi.

Sliding off his mount, the other Crow could be heard untying the pouch before his eyes widened. "I-It's all here," he said and was clearly stunned. There was much more there than what old man Mouri owed. The bag was overflowing with Double Eagle coins and hastily the man tied it back up to keep from any of the golden coins from falling out.

Still not even turning to confirm if what Pisco said was actually true or not, the lead Crow gave a small laugh.

Shinichi's eyes narrowed the slightest bit before he too was drawing his own gun quickly from his back pocket. The Crow never planned to leave. He never planned to let the old man or his daughter live.

As the sudden appearance of his own weapon, the man's eyes widened humorously. "Oh? You think you're faster than me boy?" he taunted. Shinichi's grip didn't waver however nor did his aim. He knew he wasn't nearly as good a shot as this seasoned criminal. He wasn't experienced enough. He knew that. But he would die before he let these Crows take Ran from him.

"Vodka." Suddenly, the blonde that still remained on her stallion called to the leader in an almost warning tone. It was silent after that and the tension in the air was stifling. But abruptly and much to his relief, the man Vodka was chuckling loud and re-holstering his gun.

"Nice doing business with ya', Angel," the man directed to Ran as he hoisted himself up onto his brooding horse. Without so much as another glance, the three were riding off in the distance kicking up dirt in their wake.

It was silent then. Ran wouldn't look at him but he wouldn't look anywhere else. He couldn't tell if she was angry or embarrassed or just simply in shock. Only one thing mattered to him though and quickly he was dropping his gun and leaning down at her side. Before he could think better of it, he was reaching for her chin gently and angling her face so he could get a better look.

He had already given a small perusal over her father but when he realized the man was still alive and simply knocked unconscious, he didn't spare him another glance.

Like he originally suspected, the entire left side of her face was swelling already and he could see the beginnings of a black eye forming. There was dirt all smeared and smudged into her skin from mixing with her tears and he could notice some blood that could be seen resting on her lip.

His throat suddenly felt tight at how close it had almost been. So overcome with emotion, he gripped her arms probably more roughly than he should've before he was forcing her into his chest; his arms winding around her tightly and his hands gripping the fabric of her dress desperately.

Shinichi didn't know what he expected. For her to push him away because he was likely hurting her or for her to even be mad since he had been ignoring her for the past few days. But she was neither. Instead, she gripped him back just as tightly and he could feel her burrowing her way against his neck; her lips brushing against his throat unconsciously.

Swallowing thickly through his own emotions, he was embarrassed to say that he was struggling to control his own tears. He hadn't cried since that day his parents isolated him but now he couldn't stop it. "I almost lost it," he whispered more to himself while he pressed his face closer into her hair.

And though he hadn't directed it at her, she stiffened. "What?"

"My dream," he replied simply. "I almost lost it."

His words made her pull away and selfishly he wanted to yank her back. He didn't want her to leave him. He knew what he just admitted would ruin things between them, that was- if he hadn't already with the way had been ignoring her. But he decided he was going to tell her the truth and after what just happened, he wouldn't be backing out.

When she leaned away from him to stare, he was already digging in his pocket roughly. Ran could only watch him, confused, before he seemed to find what he was looking for. Suddenly he was gripping it between his thumb and pointer finger, holding it before her. Presenting it to her.

It was a ring. It was a wedding ring. It was white gold and shone with a single diamond.

Ran's mouth dropped open at the absurdity of it all but yet, still remained silent.

Silence wasn't a good thing, Shinichi swallowed. Especially if it was following a proposal. Maybe he should've brought the box with it. But being in such a panic, he just grabbed it off his dresser where it had been sitting outside of its holder- staring; debating on what he was going to do and just how he would give it to her. It made him notice just how lackluster this proposal was but there was no way he could back out now; not after she already saw the ring and clearly understood what it was.

"It's yours," he found himself saying with a shaky hand. "If you want it," he swallowed thickly.

If you want me.

When he thought he could take the silence no longer, Ran's eyes watered.

"Yes, I want it," she said with a shaky voice. Her tone quivering before it cracked and she gave a sob.

#dcmk #dcmk fanfic #shinran #shinran fanfic #fanfiction #shinichi kudo #ran mouri #drabble #drabble request #fanfic

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trouvelle · 5 years ago

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Time’s Up

A/N: Happy happy happy birthday, @mintchocolateleaves!! This one’s for you boo. I tried to cook it up as fast as I could, to get it posted before the day ends but alas... it’s past midnight and all the magic is gone. Nevertheless, enjoy this one! This isn’t for Emogust though, bc sadly it fits none of the prompts. An AU where Conan is back as Shinichi (Black Org is no more, and stuff and stuff).

The day is eventually going to come.

Shinichi knows. He knows that day will come, yet his mind forces itself to erase the thoughts of it. Instead, it’s filled with nothing but false, desperate hope with the image of a beaten, stitched up heart. Shinichi knows. He knows.

His finger plays with the brown hair that he loves touching so much. The smell is intoxicating. Alluring. It’s a smell that belongs to only one person. That one person that means the world to him. That one person that is strikingly similar to a goddess, as she is simply divine and beautifully crafted like an angel. He plants a kiss on her, inhaling the heavenly scent that flutters his heart.

The girl whose head is comfortably resting on his lap lets out a chuckle, voice deep with a texture that makes it one in a million. The girl whose eyes are filled with such powerful emotions that Shinichi couldn’t even describe. Love, he decides. Love, kindness, sincerity, grace, worry, passion, generosity.

Every day Ran makes Shinichi wonder. How someone could always keep a warm, serene smile on her face. Every day, she baffles him.

He wonders why she chooses to stay with him, after years of hiding the truth from her, making her worry, putting her through all the torment. If she’s willing to put his past behind them, then so can he. He can do the same for her and for himself.

They never talk about their lives before he returned as Kudo Shinichi. Only once did she ask for an explanation, and it’s immediately after he revealed himself. He told her everything; about how he’s Conan all along, how Haibara Ai (who’s now around their age) is also another victim of the Organization, how he couldn’t have done it without Hattori and Kaito KID’s help. She’s forgiven him, as always. She can never stay angry at him. She also never wanted to broach the topic ever again.

One time he catches her say, “Remember that haunted inn we went to with Hattori-kun and Kazuha-chan?” when the inn is featured on the television. However, she drops the conversation right after that, the silence reminding him that she was still unwilling to talk.

One thing remains the same, though.

“I’ll always protect you,” Shinichi whispers. Ran smiles. She knows.

It’s spring. It’s that time where love sprouts everywhere. It’s that time where flowers bloom beautifully, birds singing their songs and grass turns greener than before. It’s that time where the cherry blossoms bloom, drawing tons of couples towards them like a magnet, wanting them to enjoy the romantic vibe.

There’s this one place. There’s this spot with a lone, abandoned cherry blossom tree. It’s not so far in the small woods behind Teitan High.

Thus, during a break at school, they go to the cherry blossom tree whose grace is only for their eyes. Ran intertwines her fingers with Shinichi’s, showing her loveable smile, the smile that he loves so much.

“I love you,” Shinichi says. He blushes. “With all my heart.”

"I love you too," Ran mutters, looking up at him shyly. "With all my heart."

It’s that time again, when Ran feels that suffocating feeling in her chest. Her breath hitches, gasping for air while droplets of sweat trail down from her temple towards her chin. It’s those times when Shinichi loses his cool and panic, calling the hospital immediately after each time it happens, each time getting worse and worse.

It hurts him even more that whenever Ran faints, she has no knowledge of what happened before. Almost as if she suffers from a very minor amnesia, yet Shinichi never dares to tell her. He always puts on his practiced smile, saying, “You are just here for a check-up. They had to temporarily put you to sleep, that’s all.”

Ran, naively nods, easily accepting those words.

Shinichi has been visiting Osaka more and more often lately. He knows his bond with Hattori has undoubted deepen after everything that has happened. Seriously, he would’ve been a dead man had Hattori not been there to save him.

What he didn’t expect was that he’s going to rely so much on Kazuha as well.

He has been telling Kazuha about what’s been happening to Ran. At first it’s only to update her about Ran’s condition. Shinichi soon finds that he actually enjoys talking to her. To Hattori’s credit, his girl is very insightful and perceptive. Sometimes Shinichi calls her in the middle of the night just to ask her if she has anything to offer him. A handful of times, Hattori is the one to answer his calls.

“We’re NOT doing anything,” he always insists, “Kazuha just fell asleep while studying.”

Shinichi responds with a snort. “Keep that up and you’re gonna get a serious case of blue balls.”

They end up talking too, until Ran stirs in her sleep and Shinichi has to hang up in fear that he might wake her up.

There are times where Shinichi forgot how nigh Ran’s time is. The moment their lips are locked into a deep kiss, his mind turns blank, concentrating on the now, never thinking of the past or the future. He loves when the familiar, warm hands trace down his sides to his hip bones, tender fingers sliding south until it reaches the spot that makes his body ache for more. He moans out her name each time she sends Shinichi to ecstasy in such sweet, passionate love making. It’s the moment after, with Ran collapsing next to him on the soft mattress and instantly cuddling against the boy, arms protectively wrapped around his body while nuzzling his neck.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” Ran whispers. “I can’t imagine life without you.”

Shinichi has tried to contact Kaito Kid—whose real identity he and Hattori found out to be Kuroba Kaito, just a kid around their age. But he insists that he’d come to Shinichi when his time is suitable, when he’s accomplished his own goal.

When they finally set up a meeting, Shinichi did ask him, straight to the point: “Have you used the Pandora Gem?”

Kaito’s eyes betray his confident body gestures. “Are you interested in using it?”

Shinichi offers no reply, his only response is his unfaltering stare at the magician. He runs a hand through his hair, a sigh escaping his lips. “I know you’ve found it, and I know you’ve used it.”

Shinichi walks on the sidewalk, two plastic bags filled with the needed groceries which bump against his legs with each step he takes. He fiddles with his keys as soon as he reaches their apartment. He opens their front door, stepping in with the bags in his hands, happily announcing he is back with a huge grin on his face.

The house is silent, however. Pressure is felt, and Shinichi feels slight numbness in his legs as he enters the living room, eyes widening at the sight of Ran on the ground. Crystal droplets fall immediately, the sound of items falling and rolling on the ground, voice cracks echoing in the room, the only thing coming out from his throat being none other than the name Ran.

It all happens so fast. Shinichi is promised at least a year more. One year. A year that they will fill with nothing but happiness, that only she can give effortlessly. The sounds of rushed doctors heading towards wherever ring in his ears. Shinichi can only blindly follow them, attempting to wake Ran up with trembling hands and bottom lip.

Ran, Ran, Ran, is all he says.

Ran, Ran, Ran, he keeps on calling, but her face remains the same: lifeless, pale, drained.

Shinichi has never felt so scared, so afraid. He swears he saw a quick, impossible glance of the colour black. The black that Shinichi has feared to acknowledge so many times in his dreams. The black that is the hollow colour of the long robe that belongs to Death, who is perhaps forcing an implausible grin on his literal skin and meatless face.

“No,” Shinichi whispers, furiously shaking his head as he is forced to stay behind when doctors go past certain doors. He falls to his knees, clutching his hair tightly

No.

Shinichi has always had his suspicion about Kazuha’s sensitivity towards the supernatural spectrum of the world. If her handcrafted omamori isn’t enough proof, there’s also the fact that she could actually see spirits. A gift from my grandmother, she explains.

Kazuha has also further said about how Death is real. Another reason why she hates being in a crime scene for too long, she confides in him. Death is always present, always ready to transport the souls of poor victims. Kazuha doesn’t like to look at Death. According to her, Death reeks of hollowness and hopelessness, among other things.

Shinichi never quite understands her stories and explanations. He believes in science. He doesn’t believe in such things. He believes in what he can see. He doesn’t believe in what the paranormal and supernatural.

This time, he’s sure Death is definitely calling. Death stands there with arms wide open, wanting to welcome Ran and wanting him to see her lifeless body. Shinichi knows Death is patiently waiting in the dark corners of the sickly colored hospital, it being nothing more than an empty white and some hues of probably blue or yellow. Shinichi doesn’t care.

It’s then when a doctor comes out of what Shinichi calls ‘Doors of Death’. The doctor shows him nothing more but a pity look, his mask hiding any signs of lip movement to warn Shinichi of the hurtful words that are about to come out.

Many doctors and nurses walk by them, and some patients in wheelchairs possibly exploring the area or finding their way out to the exit. All of them spare glances at the man who shouts at the doctor, on his knees once again and hands clutched together in a fist, begging.

Heiji and Kazuha rush to the hospital as fast as they possibly could. Shinichi staggers towards them, his head shaking continuously. “There’s no time.”

“Time’s up.”

Ran slowly opens her eyes, frowning at the blinding light of white after being out for what felt like an eternity, shielding them with her hand. She is all by herself. She is in a bed, a transparent tube connected and held secured by a thin, white bandage on her left forearm.

Her confused gaze travels from the dull wall in front of her to the window where she can see the outside world, the sky blue and a few clouds present.

Where am I? She wonders. The sound of a constant beeping echo in her ears, and a doctor soon appears in front of her.

“Congratulations, Ran,” he smiles at her. “You barely survived, but you managed.”

Ran frowns even more. “Barely? What do you mean? What happened?”

The doctor’s smile falters, just a little bit. His eyes are tired, dark circles clearly visible and wrinkles showing. “You had a fatal heart attack, Ran,” he starts. “You’ve always had a weak heart condition which seemed to be accelerating in intensity within the past year.”

“You were found unconscious at home. A young man immediately called, and just in time as well.”

“Shinichi?” Ran gasps. “You mean Shinichi?” She sits up, not caring if she is allowed to or not. “What… where is he?”

“Shinichi… he’s headed out somewhere.” Ran’s expression gradually softens at those words. The doctor then hands her tape. “Here,” he whispers. “He told me to give this to you.”

As soon as the small device left the man’s hands, he calmly makes his way out. Confused and curious, Ran rapidly untangles the earphones, pressing the Play button to play the message that is left in it by Shinichi’s voice. Ran smiles, only for it to completely disappear with each word she hears.

Time is passing by slowly, almost too slowly. Ran tightly squeezes the tape, holding it against her chest as she lies down, numbly shifting on her side, facing towards the window that holds her away from freedom. She slowly opens her mouth, lips trembling and eyes glazed with tears that allow themselves to roll down over the bridge of her nose and her cheek. She feels a painful lump in her throat. A lump that makes swallowing so, so hard. Her head starts to ache, eyebrows finally furrow together after processing what she just read, gritting her teeth and softly shaking her head in denial.

She finally lost it when she heard soft sobs coming from outside her room. She finally lets out a scream, clutching onto her hair and wetting her face with her tears, curling into a ball as agony took full control over her. With loud and hitched sobs, she whispers ‘no’ over and over again.

The doctor hears the cries coming out of the room. His back leaning against the space next to its respective door, hallways filled with nothing but an eerie silence and a vast emptiness. He quietly turns around, letting his forehead rest against the cold barrier and let his own tears spill. His own heart aches, wanting to rip it out, if only he could.

His nails scratches the walls, hands eventually curling up into a fist and screamed silently, gasping for air as he lets out choked sobs.

Ran,

I’m guessing you already know the truth by now.

I’ve kept you away from the truth, again. Once more, I’ve kept away a secret from you that you deserved to know, yet I always decided to keep my door shut. Not because I think you’re better off not knowing, but it’s ‘cause I never had the guts to. I can’t lose you. Not now, not ever.

Nothing can come close to describing the happiness I felt whenever you woke up. Who was there to blame for the condition of your heart? I thought I could be your donor, so long as you can continue to wake up. I wish we could have more time together.

I was told that you have a long way to go. At least a year, was what they said. They over-calculated. My biggest mistake was trusting their words.

Don’t look for me. This time—I promise you—I’m not on a long and deadly case. I’m not shrunken into a grade-schooler either! I’m just... just refer to me as your guardian from now on. Guardian angel, if you wanna push it that way, but Kazuha said guardian angels are not actually angels.

What you need to know is that I’ve beaten Death. You’ll live, and that’s all that matters to me. I’m always here for you and I’ll always protect you.

Ran, you know I love you. I always have, and I always will.

Shinichi told her that he has no choice. He has even looked for the Pandora Gem and actually knows where it is. The current owner of the gem is also willing to lend it to him.

It’s Kaito Kid, he confesses to Kazuha. And Kaito did warn him about the effects of using the gem.

Shinichi knows that Ran wouldn’t want it.

Kazuha has been thinking about this for a long time, hard. She knows if she was to do it, if she could even pull it through, if it would even succeed—Ran is never going to forgive her. But when she puts herself in Shinichi’s shoes, she knows she would do it for Heiji in a heartbeat. Part of her believes that if the situation was reversed, Ran would want to do the same for Shinichi.

But Shinichi has already had his mind made up. Kazuha looks at him, the boy who has been growing closer to her lately, who she talks to even more than Ran or Sonoko these days. Kazuha stares at him, and he stares back at her through his cloudy eyes.

In the end, he doesn’t even know if he was putting Ran’s happiness first or his own.

#I started writing this with the intention of doing fluff but haha idk what went wrong in my head #enjoy reading this #also i think y'all can guess who the doctor at the end is without me clarifying it #if this is too confusing then owo you can draw your own conclusion #DCMK #Detective Conan #Kudo Shinichi #Mouri Ran #Kuroba Kaito #Kaitou KID #Hattori Heiji #Toyama Kazuha #ShinRan #HeiKazu #ShinKazu #Shinichi x Ran #fic

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cupidsmusings · 5 years ago

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The Affair That Never Happened

Description: It was here third and final and final year at Seishun High School. A year that was coveted by most and looked back on with cherished memories. For this particular student though, she found herself in a peculiar situation that set a catalyst for things to come.

Rating: PG-13

Series: The Affair That Never Happened

Chapter 3: To Pen and Paper and Out the Door

Couples: Eventual reader x Shinichi, unrequited reader x Chiharu

Author’s note: In Japan, some love hotels have age restrictions while others do not. In Tokyo, the legal age is 20, which is why the MC is worried about entering a love hotel. Another thing, most love hotels don’t have your normal front desk workers and instead have a touch screen TV in the front lobby to pick which room you’d like. Most staff working in the love hotel are never seen, which is why none were included in seeing her enter the place.

Chapters: 1, 2

Fuck. Literally what the fuck. She would be finding the entire situation hysterical if it weren’t for the fact that she was almost about to piss herself from fright. What was she supposed to do? Thank God he looked too concerned with keeping himself from vomiting again to take notice of her.

“Sorry,” Was all he managed to say and held out his hand to her.

What did he want? Was he having trouble standing and needed help? Moving to the side of him, she grasped his other arm and threw it over her shoulders so he could properly lean against the side that wasn’t covered in vomit. Wait… This could become an even more troublesome predicament. She couldn’t take him back to the dorms. He was drunk as a skunk and she doubted she could handle a fifteen-minute walk back with a grown man basically leaning atop her. Also, it seemed that he hadn’t noticed her, so if she thrust him into a cheap hotel room for him to sleep everything off, she’d be able to leave quickly and return back to the dorms without trouble.

“Just hang on okay, I’ll find you a hotel for you to stay at tonight.” She told him gently and started to walk forward.

He released a noise and made a heavy thrust of his head. What an interesting way to nod, but to each their own. The two of them walked at what felt like a snail’s pace and {Name} found herself more and more agitated as the minutes passed. Where was a damn hotel that wouldn’t suck the life out of her wallet?

“I’m sorry for taking so long,” she apologized and made sure to keep her face out of view of his gaze as she looked about them. “It seems that I’m having trouble finding you a cheap hotel.”

Without a word, he tightened his grip on her shoulders and guided them down the streets of Tokyo. Despite not being aware of where she was being taken she let herself be guided to a row of hotels. Love hotels. Oh wow. She looked up at him and was fairly amused by the triumphant smirk on his face.

“Found some.” He slurred, and she couldn’t hold back her laughter.

“I can see that.” She hummed and looked at the prices listed outside.

Indeed, love hotels were cheap. What worried her was that she was underage. What would she do if they asked her for her ID? Well, maybe not? A high-school student wouldn’t be out so late with a drunk man. With forced bravado, she guided the two through the entrance of what she thought to be the cheapest hotel amongst them. And when she went to the front desk, she found herself curious about the “themed” rooms mentioned. Imagining the ever so serious Kagari-sensei waking up in a ludicrous room was far too tempting to pass up.

“What kind of themed rooms do you have?” She found herself asking with a kittenish smirk.

She clicked the themed rooms button at the top of the touch screen panel and found herself abuzz with excitement. Which one should she pick? The Princess Room? Carnival Room? Medieval Room? A heavy S&M inspired room?

“Which room would make you squirm the most?” She asked him with a cock of her head.

He didn’t say anything, and she didn’t expect him to, but when he pressed a button on the Carnival Room, she stared at him with widened eyes.

“I can’t believe you’re afraid of Carnivals.” She whispered in slight disbelief.

“Not scared,” he shrugged, or at least tried to but it honestly just looked like he had gotten a cold chill. “It’s just girls like Carnivals, right?”

That’s when he was staring down at her and she was so stupefied by his answer she forgot to look away. The key-card popping out for them to retrieve was what broke her attention.

“Well, whatever, let’s hurry up.” She grumbled, a little saddened that she couldn’t choose the S&M room for him.

The two made their way to the elevator and once on their respected floor, the black tile lit up, pointing them in the direction they needed to go. That was pretty neat.

“Love hotels are kinda cool, huh?” She commented as they walked to the door of their room. She rummaged through her purse for her wallet, but the large man that might as well have been a large child moved to go through his own pockets.

“Calm down, I’m paying for it.” She said and tried to swipe her card, but he shoved her hand away with his own so he could swipe his.

“A gentleman should pay.” He said.

What a weirdo. It wasn’t as if she was going to stay the night with him, so he didn’t have to act like he was paying for both of them. It made sense for him to pay for it, she knew this because he would be the one staying the night after all. But her stubbornness roared its ugly head and she was more determined than ever to pay for his stay. She shoved his hand away and went to swipe her card, but he, in retaliation to her retaliation, took her wrist in his free hand and moved it sluggishly away so he could successfully swipe his own card.

Again, that stupid smug smirk was plastered on his face once more. She rolled her eyes and patted him between his shoulder blades.

“Good job, you true gentleman you.” She commented dryly as she swiped the key card in the door to open it.

What greeted her was cotton candy-colored walls with large surgery sweets painted on them. The floor was a sparkly pink with blotches of see-through glass randomly placed atop it. Upon further inspection, she could make out glass confections in the shape of balloons and wrapped candies that were surrounded by a gentle layer of soft stretched cotton that gave the falsehood of it being cotton candy. The bed was king-sized, with the four posters striking upward all the way until it touched the ceiling. It twisted and turned like a unicorn's horn and was painted rainbow with a sparkle finish. Carved into the backdrop of the bed was a carousel with nude women and men having sex atop the different animals. There was a couch to the right of the bed that was an ungodly bright shade of yellow with hot pink trimmings. The ceiling was covered with sheets that gave the impression that they were inside of an outdoor circus tent.

“Toilet,” he managed to mutter out before wrenching himself from her to clumsily make it to the bathroom in time.

She watched him with pity and slight curiosity. What made him go out drinking so heavily in the first place? Was it the sorrows of love? Was he in debt? Did he realize he’d never get a woman with his rude attitude? Well, that last one could be a part of the sorrows of love but it was an extra jab she couldn’t help giving him. With one final once over of the impressive room she walked into the bathroom. She crouched down beside him and ran a soothing hand up and down his back.

“You sure did drink a lot, huh?” She smiled at him, not bothering to hide her amusement. “Did you get dumped?”

“No,” he managed to say after he heaved a few junks in the toilet. “Just met up with an old school buddy that wouldn’t let me leave until he had me drink my fill.”

“You’re an adult, right? You had the choice to say no, so don’t blame it on your friend. You’re not young enough to experience pure pressure anymore.” She laughed and restrained herself from playfully smacking him on the back.

“What an astute answer.” He couldn’t say much more because he was throwing up before he could.

“Not astute, just true.” She hummed and went to gently comb her fingers through his hair. When her father was dealing with a hangover, he liked her mother doing it, so she unconsciously assumed it would help him.

She should remove her fingers, she knew this, but his hair was so soft. She had never felt such feather-like hair. To be fair she wasn’t going around delving her fingers into the hair of strangers, but it was an honest comment none the less. Once it looked like he was finished, she went ahead and used her already dirtied cardigan to wipe away the leftover vomit that coated his lips.

“Feels nice.” He smiled at her, and oh boy if he smiled like that more often he would definitely have more suitors.

“Glad to hear it, I guess.”

She helped him to his feet and dragged him over to the plush comforter and what seemed to be a thousand pillows that decorated the bed. She watched him sit up and laughed as he put on a dramatic show of trying to remove his suit jacket. Not wanting to waste any more time there than she already did, she hurried to help him remove his jacket. Once out, he reached out and with a contradictory of unsteady but firm hands he tried to undo the buttons of her cardigan, to what she guessed was in order to remove it from her person. She very much liked it on her person though, so she gently pinched the foreskin of his hand.

“Quit it,” she said but he looked up at her with a stern expression.

“We have to get you out of your dirty clothes.” He told her, his tone matching that of someone who was telling another that they were about to go into battle.

“You should take a bath as well,” he started just as she opened her mouth to protest. “You got some in your hair.”

“I what?” She almost snapped but was thankful that her voice came out more confused than shrill.

“Here.” He said and gently cupped a few strands of her hair underneath his fingers.

“Well, that’s just disgusting.” She grumbled on the verge of hurling herself.

“But it wasn’t when I threw up on your cardigan or when you cleaned my lips for me?” He asked, sounding rather amused despite being the source of her problem.

“That was on my clothes, but my hair is part of my body, so it’s grosser that way.”

“Is it?”

“Yes! Yes, it is!”

Why was he the one sounding amused now? With a huff, she walked over to the bathroom door before turning a sharp glare at him.

“If you peek I’ll do some not very nice things to your baby maker.” She warned him before she shut the bathroom door.

She gently peeled her cardigan off her and made sure that no aspect of vomit touched her skin. Time passed and though she only meant to wash her hair, she had been too tempted by the jetted tub. She had never been in one before, so it was purely for curiosity reasons. It was definitely not because she felt weird leaving the bath after a shower in front of her teacher. Because that would just be silly. And she was a mature woman that didn’t get embarrassed by such things.

She had been soaking in the jetted tub for about ten minutes when the door was thrusted open, with Kagari-sensei running in. He did not run to the toilet and instead went over to where she was.

“What the hell are you doing?” She growled and sunk her shoulders deep into the water.

Thankfully the bubbles from the jets prevented the intruder of seeing her nude form.

“There’s a camera in here. I pressed a button on the remote and the bathroom popped up on the screen.” He explained, but that was it.

“One: When did you do this and how much of my body have you seen? Two: Why did you feel the need to enter the bathroom while I bathed? It would have been easier to just pretend like it never happened.” She sighed and quirked a brow at him.

She wasn’t embarrassed, not at all. Because she was a mature woman and mature women didn’t grow nervous over such things such as the bizarre situation she found herself in. Screw it. This was so embarrassing. She wanted to die. Thankfully the room was also quite dim, so she doubted he could make out her face, let alone her body. But still, death would be appreciated at that point in time. Or the power to teleport. Or the power to erase memories. Both would be amazing to be quite honest.

“But that would be lying.” He stated firmly. “And I don’t lie.”

“Everyone lies.” She found herself arguing.

Was now the time to be arguing? No, no it was not. But here she was, naked as the day she was born arguing with her teacher.

“Not me. Lying is wrong.”

“It’s also wrong to come barging into a bathroom where a lady is busy trying to clean herself. Especially after it was the said male that came barging in that caused it. You might as well be the one bathing me.” She replied soddenly.

That was when he knelt beside the bathtub, readying himself to bath her. She looked to the wall opposite of him, clearly mortified. But with him so close she couldn’t take the chance of him seeing her face. But he saw her face before this right? Maybe he was too drunk to notice? He had not made the comment of knowing who she was. That wasn’t the point though. The point was that she was being sarcastic.

“I wasn’t being serious. You can leave.” For the love of God leave.

“Oh, alright.”

She listened to him walk to the door and waited a minute or two after he left to sink her entire head into the warm water. What a nightmare the night turned out to be. When she left the bath she hurriedly dried her body and only dried the bare minimum of her hair, because if she did all of it, it would take way longer than she would have liked. She just wanted to leave. When she dressed herself she didn’t bother putting her cardigan on and instead opted to just hold it.

Once out of the bathroom, she found Kagari-sensei’s shoes, pants, and shirt strewn about the floor. He was neatly tucked underneath the sheets like a child. All peaceful and blissful in his drunken state. Screw him for that.

“Alright,” she started and made sure to reframe from saying his name. “I’ll be leaving now, do you think you’ll be okay?”

“You can stay too, it’s late after all.”

“Can’t do that.”

If he found out who she was he would get her expelled from school before resigning himself in shame. He was far too serious for his own good. At least he seemed to let loose at some points in his life, which was interesting. It was then that she considered that perhaps her school’s teacher’s actually had their own lives outside of being prude-y and stuck-up.

“At least leave your cardigan.” He urged and before she could reply he gripped the front of her shirt.

“Fine,” she let out a troubled sigh. “I’ll leave it with my phone number so text me when you’re finished washing it or whatever.”

“Or whatever? What else would I be doing with it?” He asked, amused once more.

“Just go to sleep.” She snapped and gently smacked her palm against his forehead. “Set your phone alarms so you don’t oversleep. Bye.”

She laid her cardigan out on the armchair of the couch before she quickly wrote down her number on a napkin from the bedroom’s wet-bar. She put the napkin on the bright pink coffee table and made sure it was in plain view for him. When she looked at her phone and, upon seeing the time, let out a curse.

She turned to glare all her frustration out onto the bastard that caused her such trouble. He was, of course, peacefully asleep. With gentle steps not to wake him, she walked over to the bed. With care, she removed his glasses from his face and placed them quietly on the night-stand before leaving the room. It wasn’t until 2:20 that she got back to her room on campus.

#voltage inc #after school affairs #shinichi kagari #chiharu utsumi

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The Same Old You: What If

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Title: The Same Old You

Chapter 4: What if

Author: Jaroslav Lewis

Fandom: Detective Conan

Pairing: ShinRan with slight KazuHei

Summary: Time has passed for them to believe that they have changed only for them to realize that some things haven't. Some things just don't.

Chapter Summary: The millions of questions in their head trigger a solid conclusion.

Disclaimer: I don't own Detective Conan and any of Gosho Aoyama's characters. I simply borrow them when I'm bored.

Also you guys may want to check these out for reference and more visuals:

Heiji and Kazuha’s Wedding Theme: https://chicvintagebrides.com/mint-peach-wedding-inspiration/

Ran’s Gown: https://www.lunss.com/gallery/peach-pink-thigh-high-slit-v-neck-a-line-long-prom-gown-1234.html

Guests dressed to kill fill the glamorous wedding venue of the wide and intricately decorated function room of a five-star hotel in Nankai. Heiji and Kazuha's friends and relatives are all seated in an orderly fashion while the soft, wedding music fills the room. From the back of the aisle, behind a divider, the members of the entourage stand. Men and women wearing themed outfits of peach and mint green are all getting lined up by the wedding planner accordingly and by partners in time for the entrance.

Heiji is in his sleek black tux, with a mint green tie wrapped around his neck and a peach rose clipped on his lapel. He keeps pacing back and forth while his parents are in line and are standing behind him.

Shinichi, noticing Heiji's fidgetiness, gets out of the line to give his friend a pat on the back and wish him good luck on the ceremony.

"Nervous?" Shinichi asks. Heiji turns to him with a worried smile.

"Yeah. Kind of. What if she runs out on me? We bickered even while planning the wedding." Heiji says, laughing half-heartedly as he scratches the back of his head. Shinichi shakes his head.

"She won't because if she would, she would've done it years ago." Shinichi chuckles teasingly. Heiji darts a glare at him.

"Are you trying to make me feel better or are you just insulting me?" Heiji asks with an annoyed tone

"Ah. You know what I mean." Shinichi replies raising his arms in surrender. Just then, the wedding planner claps her hands to get everyone's attention.

"Ok, everyone in your places! We are about to begin!" She announces, looking at all the entourage members to check if they are all set. She notices that Shinichi is not in his place. She comes to steal him away from the groom.

"Kudo-san, please go back to your place. And where is your partner?" She says, dragging him all the way to the back of the line.

"Ah. But, Miura-san, I don't have a partner." Shinichi reasons out. Miura-san is about to fret when all of a sudden, a familiar face enters the wedding hall premises. She is wearing a spaghetti-strapped, peach long gown with a low v-neckline and a long slit on the right side that stops far up her thigh. Her hair is in a loose French-braided updo with bangs framing her face. She smiles as she meets Miura-san.

"The bride is all-set, Miura-san." She informs as she approaches her.

"Hai, Mouri-san." Miura responds, before turning to Shinichi. "Kudo-san, she is your partner, okay? Now get to your places because we are about to begin."

Miura practically shoves the maid of honor to the best man. Shinichi is stunned as he turns to Ran, taking in the sight of her lovely presence before him. It his first time seeing her since the party. There is still an awkwardness lingering between them that he badly wants to get rid of.

So, he gives her a sincere smile as he looks at her and offers her his arm, to hold on to as they walk. She stares at him, hesitating at first.

"Hey. I don't bite." He says and she smiles, wrapping her arms around his arm. Suddenly, Shinichi remembers the events from their school trip together in Kyoto, when they visited the Monoyama Palace. He recalls the feeling of her arms clinging onto him when she was scared of the bloody ceiling. He finds himself thinking the same thing as he did, years ago…

'Perhaps, this is too much…'

The line starts to move as Heiji and his parents start walking. The principal sponsors follow and then the bridesmaids with the groomsmen. Shinichi and Ran tail as it slowly moves in sync with the music. He steals a glance at her and she notices so she returns his gaze.

"You look… nice…" He says. He wants to say beautiful but for some reason he is too afraid to say so. Nevertheless, she smiles at his compliment.

"You don't look so bad yourself…" She comments, keeping her cool when deep down her heart is screaming in her chest. Marveling at how handsome he looks and how perfectly his outfit fits him.

They continue to walk together until they are the next to parade down the aisle. Ran feels her legs wobble with every step. Even when she is used to wearing heels, her knees shake with nervousness and anxiety as she feels the people's eyes glued on her. It is also not helping that Shinichi is the one walking with her. Her hold on him tightens and Shinichi notices her stiffness.

"Relax. You're doing great." He mumbles so only she can hear. "Just a few more steps, and it's over…"

Ran gives him a small nod and they continue walking together down the aisle, smiling at Heiji who is standing just by the end, waiting for his bride. With a few more steps, they reach the end. They both can't help but feel tinge of disappointment and longing as they pull away from each other to walk to their opposite sides. Coldness lingers at the absence of each other's hold.

Then Kazuha enters and everyone turns their heads to her as she walks with both of her parents escorting her. She looks radiant in her princess-bride cut, off-shouldered, sweet heart neckline wedding dress. She has a thin veil clipped to her hair that is tied in a very neat bun.

Heiji watches her as she inches closer and closer to him. There is a big smile on his face as he waits for her. She smiles back at him as her eyes meet his. It doesn't take long until she reaches him. Her parents leave her with Heiji who takes her hand in his and together they step on the platform. Heiji helps her with her dress as they face the officiant.

The guests sit and the officiant begins with the intro, followed by a lecture on the sacredness of marriage and the importance of love and commitment.

After which, he proceeds with the rites. Shinichi and Ran leave their seats and walk towards the platform to stand next to the groom and the bride. The ring bearer who happens to be Kazuha's nephew from her cousin, brings the rings up front, handing them over to Shinichi and Ran who hold on to each while they wait for Kazuha and Heiji to speak their vows.

Kazuha begins with hers as soon as she takes a card handed over to her by Ran. She holds it with shaky hands.

"Heiji, you and I go way back to being stuck, handcuffed together as kids, not knowing that this day would come. It's ironic how back then, all we wanted was to be unstuck from each other and now, we're choosing to spend the rest of our lives together. I know we bicker a lot, mostly about the pettiest things. But at the end of the day, you'll always be that person I want to bicker with, that person I want to share my omamori with, that person I'll choose to love no matter the circumstance." Kazuha says, tears of joy brimming in her eyes as she meets Heiji's gaze.

By Kazuha's side, Ran is discreetly wiping the little tears at the corner of her eyes. She quickly steals a glance at Shinichi who is watching the couple before him but immediately shifts his attention to her once he feels her gaze on him. She looks away instantly, avoiding to meet his cerulean eyes but she feels his stare on her, lingering and not looking away even as Heiji starts saying his vows. Unlike Kazuha, he doesn't have any cue cards with him because he wants his to be spontaneous and it is only there, right on the spot that he is able to figure out the right words to say to her.

"Kazuha, for so many years I've been dragging you into a lot of trouble case by case and even as kids just like you said." Heiji begins, chuckling at the thought of their mischievous adventures throughout the years. As he continues, his expression changes into a soft, fond and loving one as he looks into her light green eyes, watching her focusing her attention to him attentively as he speaks. "But out of all those troublesome moments we've had together, there is one memory at the back of my head that I know, would always hold to be special to me. When we were seventeen, you and I almost fell off a cliff together. The branch I was holding on to was breaking and you, in an attempt to save me, wounded my hand with a sharp arrow. But much to your surprise, I didn't let go and I promised you that I wouldn't. Now, here we are, ten years later alive and well. I on the other hand, have a scar on my hand to remind myself of that memory and of that promise that up to this day, I'm choosing to keep."

Shinichi's ears remain with Heiji despite his eyes staying on Ran all through out. He wonders about the promises he could have kept with her, had the situation been different. It is not long after she finally meets his gaze, unable to withstand the burning feeling of his eyes on her.

Sapphires meet Amethysts as their heads are both filled with what ifs.

The couple exchange their I do's and both of them barely pay attention. It is only when it is time for them to hand over the rings that they are able to snap out of their reverie about each other. Heiji and Kazuha share a chaste kiss in front of the altar. The crowd applauds them and so do Shinichi and Ran with their minds hazy with nostalgic thoughts.

The merriment continues at the reception where the guests feast on the delicious buffet banquet while waiting for the program to begin. It is not long after the host of the party, Ichirou, who happens to be one of Heiji's peers in his Kendo Team, taps the mic to begin with the program. He calls over the best man to give a speech.

Shinichi stands from his seat, wiping his lips with a napkin and then taking his glass of champagne while he walks over to the platform, standing next to the mic stand.

The guests focus their attention to him, some of them murmuring amongst themselves, about how they recognize him. Members of the police force who are familiar and whom he and Heiji have worked with talk about how long they haven't seen him and how it's nice for him to be back.

Shinichi clears his throat and raises his glass. He gives everyone a charming smile that makes most of the single women at the event swoon.

"Hey. I'm guessing you all know me for being the other corpse magnet besides the groom." He begins awkwardly, thinking to himself how badly he hates introductions but he continues on. "But today, I'm just Hattori's best man and I plan to stay that way unless anyone of you plans to commit a murder and ruin tonight's festivities…"

The crowd chuckles at his wittiness and dry sense of humor. Kazuha eyes at Heiji, remembering how back in the day, he, for some odd reason and maybe because of pure bad luck, would always, always end up catching a sudden murder case no matter where he goes and even more so when he and Shinichi are together.

From the round table where Shinichi is seated, Sonoko nudges at Ran grinning at her knowingly as she takes a sip of champagne. Ran on the other hand smiles, reminiscing the old days about how Kazuha and her have complained and made jokes about Shinichi and Heiji being cursed. She remembers to thank the heavens, because for the past few days since the two have reunited, nothing of such circumstance has happened.

"Hattori and I have been through a lot, pretty much life and death situations. He can be a big mess, a pain in the ass for the matter, but I can trust him with my life." Shinichi goes on with his speech, making eye contact with the audience as he stands in a calm and collected, manner, looking so regal in his grey tux, just being all genuine and casual as he holds on to his glass. "Anyway, ten years ago, I would have never imagined myself being good friends with this guy. How we met wasn't exactly an ideal way to meet a friend. Hattori regarded me as his rival. Heck he even flew all the way to Tokyo to see if I really am worth comparing to him. He's so impulsive with cases, with everything! But Kazuha-chan was the exception."

Shinichi snickers, glancing at Heiji knowingly and then at Kazuha who smiles at him and then at Heiji.

"I remember, when we were in high school, you went on and about, book after book, website after website, trying to find the perfect place, the perfect event you could take her to, so that you could stage your confession perfectly. Then it's as if the gods don't will it, something bad always happens and ruins the occasion so you had to start over again, and again, plenty of times actually."

Shinichi laughs shaking his head at the memory. From his seat, Heiji scratches his head in a shy manner while Kazuha gushes at him teasingly.

"Then time came and unexpectedly, you blurted out a confession in a place you weren't planning to do so. I remember you giving me a phone call while I was all night studying, catching up with my lessons. At first, I thought you were gonna bother me with another case you ran into in Osaka but you went on for hours, ranting about how you, out of impulse had just confessed to Kazuha-chan on the most unromantic place in the world, how all your plans practically were just flushed down the drain because of what had happened. You were so frustrated about it. You told me, Kazuha-chan deserved all the great things. She deserved the world and you blew it. Then I told you that sometimes, it doesn't matter where it happens or how it happens because sometimes you just have to let things flow naturally. Sometimes, the memories that last a life time are the ones that come unplanned, unexpected." His eyes instinctively search for Ran among the crowd and finds her looking at him with a sad smile on her face, clearly understanding what he meant as her thoughts briefly drift to a memory of his confession in London how everything happened so spontaneously how his eyes showed pure, overflowing emotions when he grabbed her hand and told her how he truly feels.

Then he breaks eye contact with her to look at Heiji and Kazuha. He grins and raises his glass at his two friends. "And not that I'm bragging or saying I told you so, but I guess, I was right, wasn't I? because look at where you guys are now. Congratulations!"

The crowd raises their glasses and he drink the champagne in a few gulps before going back to his seat, walking so smoothly after the impressive toast he made. The crowd applauds him and Ran suddenly feels butterflies surround her stomach. She can't help but marvel at how nice his speech was and how confident he stood in the crowd. Shinichi was always good with words and with carrying himself in front of an audience. Though she can be just as confident she thinks that there is just no way she could match up to his performance.

But Ran stands up from her seat just as he sits down, just in time for the host to call for the maid of honor to come up the platform for her speech. She calms her nerves and tells herself that she can do it, after all delivering a speech is a lot easier than defending a client in court. It should be a piece of cake for her.

Ran smiles at the crowd in an ever so charming way as she raises her glass. She stands gracefully in her silver, strap on high heels, looking elegant that some of the groomsmen couldn't help but be mesmerized by her presence.

"Good evening everyone. I'm Mouri Ran I've been friends with the bride and the groom for a long time now." She chirps in the most adorable manner. She then takes a deep breath and begins with her speech. "When Kazuha-chan and I first met, we got off on the wrong foot because she thought I was trying to make a pass at Hattori-kun…"

There is a collective gasp among the guests. Kazuha an Heiji laugh hard at the old silly memory. Shinichi shakes his head, smirking and remembering how well Ran handled the situation.

"You were so mean to me!" Ran says to Kazuha who continues to laugh.

"That's how I show affection!" Kazuha replies, winking at Ran who shakes her head and then turns to the crowd again to continue with her speech.

"Anyway, it's pretty ironic how right now, I'm standing here today as her maid of honor. We've come a long way and I guess I'm just happy for her and deeply honored to have witnessed their journey together, all those nights I've spent listening to her talk about Hattori-kun for hours whether it's about something sweet he did for her or about something he did that pissed her off, all those trips I spent with them, most of the time, third wheeling, enduring long hours listening to them bicker about the pettiest things…"

The crowd nods in agreement, chuckling knowingly at how likely Ran's statement was.

"With all things said, I have to say that I could never imagine anyone else being more perfect for them." She says, reaching the conclusion part. "They say not everyone gets to marry their great love…"

For a moment her eyes instinctively find Shinichi's in the audience and she immediately breaks their gaze turning to Heiji and Kazuha with a sincere smile on her face. "So I'm relieved and really glad that you guys are marrying yours. Congratulations and I love you both…"

Ran takes a sip of her champagne before approaching Heiji and Kazuha for a hug. She returns to her designated table, sitting right next to Shinichi who is still taken aback by what she said during her speech.

He remains silent. His palms sweating as he thinks hard as if contemplating if it is right to give meaning to what she had just said.

'Not everyone gets to marry their great love…'

Her words ring in his ears as he turns to her with a slight frown on his face as if he wants to say some sort of counter attack to her statement but he doesn't. She then turns to face him as soon as she feels his gaze on her. They don't say anything.

Beside Ran, Sonoko and Sera are starting to notice the tension between them. Sera nudges at Sonoko as if telling her to create some sort of diversion.

Soon enough Ichirou grabs everyone's attention for the next part of the program. He calls on single ladies and single men up front for it is already time for the most awaited bouquet and garter toss.

Sonoko squeals excitedly, standing up to drag and shove Ran and Sera to force them to join. The two whine but are left with no choice as they are surrounded and trapped by a crowd of single ladies who are up to participate in the bouquet toss ever so enthusiastically.

Sonoko comes back to her seat with a triumphant smirk before taking notice of Shinichi who is left sitting with an uninterested look on his face.

"You're not gonna go?" Sonoko asks, rolling her eyes in an annoyed manner.

Shinichi shrugs as he plays with his champagne glass. Just then, one of the groomsmen who happens to be Heiji's highschool friend, tugs on one of the guests whom Shinichi assumes is close friends with Heiji as well.

"Dude, this is just a waste of time. Most of the ladies there are just our classmates when we were in Kaiho." The guest says in a bored manner.

"The pretty maid of honor is joining. Might be our chance to score…" The groomsman says, mischievously.

Shinichi's ears perk up at the subtle mention of Ran. His eyebrows furrow and all of a sudden, he jolts from his seat, standing up rather aggressively, ready to make a beeline up front. Sonoko takes notice of his sudden reaction.

"Changed your mind?" She points out, teasingly.

"On second thought, I'm single so might as well." Shinichi reasons out. There is a hint of defensiveness in his tone before he rushes to the front, joining the group of single men who are playing for the garter toss. Behind him are the two guys, still talking.

"What are the odds that she's gonna get it anyway?" One of them asks hopelessly.

Shinichi smirks knowingly, formulating a solid deduction in his head. He knows that Ran will be very competitive with the bouquet toss, recalling the time when she went to a wedding with her father (and Conan) and she whined about not being able to get the bouquet. Shinichi is well-aware about how much of a sucker Ran is for cheesy things such as those.

Furthermore, he analyzes Ran's place and where she is standing. She is pretty near the front and other than that, her arms are pretty long to reach for the bouquet. If Kazuha is to just throw it at the right direction, she would definitely be able to catch it. Not to mention that she also has good body coordination, balance and attentiveness. So, her chances of getting the bouquet are pretty damn high.

Ichirou gathers up the girls to begin with the bouquet toss. Kazuha stands right in front of them, holding the bridal bouquet of peach roses, accentuated with baby's breath. The girls in their dresses watch Kazuha anticipatingly.

Ichirouo counts slowly from one to three and soon Kazuha swings her arms up to the back, letting go of the bouquet until it shoots up in the air, flying high enough until in descends down to the crowd of ladies reaching for it.

Then it lands on the grip of a lucky, not to mention, very well-coordinated young lady who stands out from the crowd, looking like a goddess in her elegant evening wear. Her eyes widen in shock and her lips curve into a smile at her victory.

She squeals in delight while the rest of the girls let out a disappointed sigh as they turn to leave and go back to their seats. From beside her, Sera gives her a congratulatory pat on the back before leaving to sit next to Sonoko on their table.

As the sea of single ladies dissipate, Ichirou approaches the triumphant young lady. Kazuha on the other hand, giggles excitedly, happy that it is her who caught it. She claps her hands and cheers her on as if saying, "It's about time!"

"Looks like the maid of honor might be next in line with the bride." The host comments into the microphone. "So, Mouri-san, do you see anyone from our group of gentlemen whom you are rooting for tonight?"

Ran blushes as she scans the crowd of men she barely knows until she finds him among them, the only one she knows, the only one she'll probably be comfortable with but also not so. Her heart is torn. She loves his familiarity but she knows it's also dangerous for her. For both of them…

Ichirou waits for an answer from her and holds the microphone up to her chin so she can reply for everyone to hear.

"I don't know. May the best man win, I guess…" She says in attempt to be unbiased, not knowing the little unintended pun in her statement that could be well twisted by everyone and by most of her peers who know about their past.

From the crowd of garter toss participants, he stands with cheeks red as a tomato from what he just heard. He tries to avoid giving it too much meaning. He is well-aware that it isn't what she meant, but his imagination messes with his head and pumps adrenaline up to his stream.

Then he imagines a white lacy garter going up to her thigh and what else could make such moment better if he were the one to put it on her?

'That's it.' He tells himself, his game face is on. 'I should win. I'm gonna win.'

It takes seconds for Ran to realize the gravity of her statement and as expected, Sonoko, Sera as well as Heiji and Kazuha are already misinterpreting what she had just said. Ran opens her mouth, in an attempt to take back her words but it is already too late. The host is able to catch on very quickly.

"The best man, you mean, Kudo-san?" He teases. Ran's face turns a deeper shade of red.

"That's not what I meant!" She denies defensively but Ichirou ignores her and carries on.

"Ah you heard that, Kudo-san! You got an advantage here! But of course, don't underestimate these men of the west that you are competing against." Ichirou reminds, jokingly.

The guests react and join with the teasing while Ichirou gathers up the men to get ready for their part of the game. He also helps Heiji and Kazuha set up at the center, grabbing a chair for Kazuha to sit on while Heiji does his business with the garter.

An upbeat, sensual, RNB music plays. The crowd cheers for the newly-wedded couple. Heiji kneels in front of Kazuha who sits staring down at him, her face flushing crimson red as he lightly hoists the skirt of her wedding dress up to her thighs, his fingers brushing through her soft fair skin as he reveals a white lacy, bridal garter wrapped around her right thigh. She lifts her leg just slightly to give him better access as he leans down, pressing his lips against the skin of her thigh, taking the thin fabric between his teeth.

The crowd squeals and so does Kazuha who covers her blushing face with her two hands as Heiji tugs on the fabric, bringing it down until he is able to take it off of her. He fixes her skirt, to cover her legs again he stands to give her a soft kiss on the lips and then pulls away. Raising the bridal garter in the air. Kazuha then stands, giving her seat to Ran. She pats Ran's shoulder encouragingly. Ran responds with a shy smile.

The crowd hollers as Heiji prepares to toss the garter to the group of hopeful men. He lightly stretches it and then releases it, catapulting high in the air.

Shinichi's eyes follow intensely as it descends, preparing his body to move, to push anyone if he has to. Men behind him push and reach of it. Then in falls on the ground and Shinichi strides, sliding even on the floor to swiftly retrieve it before any of his opponents do.

He stands up, dusting his tux and raises it triumphantly in the air with a big grin on his face. Heiji is shocked but clearly pleased as he gives Shinichi two thumbs up before giving the floor to him. From her seat, Ran finds herself sighing in relief unable to register what was bound to happen next.

All around Shinichi, the men disperse, sighing defeatedly as they all head to their respective seats. He is left standing right in front of Ran who is sitting still, holding Kazuha's bouquet.

Just then Ichirou approaches them, stealing the show. He claps his hands, clearly impressed by the turn of events.

"Well, this seems very interesting." Ichirou said smirking teasingly at the two. Ran keeps her head down as her hold on the bouquet tightens. Shinichi casually places his hands in his pockets, grinning sheepishly.

"Looks like Mouri-san's wish was well granted. Also, Kudo-san seems to have really fought for his place there." Ichirou added, eliciting a reaction from the audience. Most of the guests who know about the two's controversial past murmur amongst themselves. These people being members of the police force who are very familiar with Ran's father, the notorious sleeping detective, Mouri Kogoro and have worked with both Shinichi and Heiji.

"Ah well…" Shinichi says, scratching his head awkwardly.

Ichirou being the attentive host, senses something going on with the two's body language and with the reaction of the people especially with Heiji and Kazuha's who are just nearby, snickering.

"I sense a little something-something between you two…" Ichirou further teases, prompting another reaction from the audience. Shinichi and Ran both raise their hands and mumble an incoherent denial of the fact when among the guests a tipsy Sonoko stands, wobbling as she tries to maintain her posture.

"They're exes!" She hollers, her voice echoing in the whole venue. Ran wants to scream and scold her but she remains silent, turning pale, in her seat with her mouth running dry. Suddenly she wishes she could just disappear in thin air.

'That Sonoko…' Shinichi thinks to himself, leaving a mental note to come for her later when the party's over.

Ichirou gives the two an intrigued stare, nodding as if to say, "I see…" He clears his throat to proceed with the rest of the program.

"Well I hope this doesn't make the two of you uncomfortable." He says with a concerned look on his face. Shinichi shrugs.

"I can take one for the team." He assures, turning to Ran as if to ask for permission from her. Ran on the other hand, raises an eyebrow at him, thinking that he is challenging her. She cracks her neck to the side and then stretches her arms, still holding the bouquet with her right hand.

"Bring it on, tantei-san." She says provokingly, earning a startled expression from Shinichi. She turns to Ichirou to assure him, "We're in good terms by the way. So, it's okay…"

"Okay so let's begin and hope that this little game helps old feelings resurface, ne?" Ichirou says, jokingly.

Both Shinichi and Ran flinch at the statement, feeling their hearts throb against their chests. The loud music boosts from the speakers and they both wonder if the loud base is the one causing such.

Shinichi nods. He glances at Ran and then kneels down, gently reaching for her right foot in an embellished, strappy, silver high-heeled shoe. He gently slips the white lacy bridal garter up to her ankle and pauses.

"May I?" He asks in a soft tone, almost inaudible for Ran to hear because of the loudness of the music. Ran nods approvingly and Shinichi gently parts fabric of her peach dress's skirt, right where the slit is, revealing the soft, smooth skin of her long, well-toned right leg.

Shinichi gulps at the sight and bites his lips. Ran turns a deep shade of red as she observes his body language, her grip on the bouquet tightening with every slow second the passes.

He goes down and takes the light fabric of the garter between his teeth, gently tugging at it so that he could pull it up and higher, his lips and teeth making light contact with her soft, smooth skin. Ran watches intensely as he goes higher. She feels his lips brush against her inner thigh. Goosebumps creep to her skin and shivers run down her spine as she feels his lips against her, curving into a smirk.

Shinichi's heart swells with pride, amazed with how well he still knows her body and how smoothly he is able to slide the garter up to her thigh. By the time he is finished, Ran already has the bouquet of flowers up to her chin to hide her blushing face and her lips which she bit out of restraint. She then exhales as he pulls away from her, unaware that she has been holding her breath the whole time his lips were making contact with her sensitive skin.

He lightly adjusts the delicate fabric of her dress, back in its original flow, hiding her exposed skin. He looks up at her and smiles. Once again, their eyes meet and they both feel as if they are the only ones in the room.

Then the crowd cheers, waking them from their reverie. Shinichi stands and so does she. Ichirou cheers into the microphone.

"Let's give it up for the best man and the maid of honor for giving us a good show!"

The two glance and smile at each other, wondering if the events really are just but a mere show for both of them.

The best man and the maid of honor stand from a distance, watching the bride and the groom dance to a sweet melody on a platform. The crowd cheers. He smiles and so does she. Together, along with the rest of the guests, they raise their glasses.

Shinichi takes a sip from his glass of champagne. From his peripheral vision, he notices Ran doing the same. He sets the glass down the table and he continues watching Heiji and Kazuha, arms around each other, looking at each other eye to eye with happiness painted on their faces.

For a moment, his mind drifts somewhere else. He imagines himself in Hattori's place and Ran in Kazuha's. He sees Ran all dolled up in an embellished, lace and tulle, V-neck, A-line wedding dress, the same dress he saw her in a few days back. She smiles as she looks up at him and his sapphire eyes meet her amethysts. The world seems to stop and then…

"Do you think…" He says absentmindedly, still in his dreamland.

'We'll ever be like them?'

His words soon falter into silence as soon as he realizes what he was about to say. He purses his lips and shakes his head. Perhaps it was the alcohol talking. He'll never understand. He peers over to his side, at Ran who is still focused on Heiji and Kazuha while they dance away to dreamland as if they are in their own world. She has a sad smile on her face. He holds his breath as he prays, she did not hear him.

But it is already too late.

"We'll never be like them…" She says, sighing with remorse, answering his implied question. She turns to glance at him, at his tall frame. Even when she is in heels, Shinichi is still taller than her.

Shinichi in turn, avoids her gaze and awkwardly places his hands in his pockets. He nods and sighs with the same amount of remorse as she had just done.

'She's not yours. Not anymore… ' He says in his head as a reminder. His heart breaks.

The music shifts into an upbeat one and the guests cheer once again, they gather around the dance floor to join the bride and the groom. Ran turns away to leave. Shinichi follows her, he almost loses her in the crowd.

And then he finds her sitting by the bar, finishing off her glass of champagne. He steps closer to her just behind her, admiring the view of her exposed back as she is wearing an elegant, backless, peach-colored dress. He admires how beautifully it compliments her skin and her frame.

He hesitates to approach her but then she rotates the stool, turning to face him. She crosses her legs, exposing the fair skin of her right leg since her dress has a long, revealing slit.

He catches a glimpse of the white lacy garter that he put on her earlier during the traditional bouquet and garter toss game. He remembers the feeling of her soft smooth skin against his lips.

Ran catches him staring at her exposed skin. She modestly pulls the fabric to cover herself. She blushes and so does he.

She clears her throat and pats the stool next to her, inviting him to sit and so he does.

"Gin on the rocks." He tells the bartender who proceeds to fix his drink.

Ran glances at him strangely he turns to her as he feels her gaze at him. He smiles. She doesn't need to ask. He could tell by the look of her face what she is thinking.

"It was a defense mechanism. I started drinking the cocktails that resembled their names to get over the trauma after what happened…" He explained and Ran nods.

The bartender sets down Shinichi's drink and Shinichi takes it in his hand he looks at the glass as he lightly shakes the liquid and ice inside.

"It makes me think that I'm in control of them…" He says before bringing the glass up to his lips, taking a gulp of the alcoholic drink.

Ran finds herself staring at him. Her eyes dart at his lips and she remembers how they felt against her skin, when he was pulling the garter up to her thigh using his teeth. Then she stares at his Adam's apple, moving as he gulps. She absentmindedly bites her lips but she snaps out from her reverie when he sets the glass down, making a sound as it makes contact with the table. He winces at the bitter after taste. Ran sets aside her champagne and then avoids his gaze. They stay silent, not knowing what to say to each other.

"The night is young… Let's dance…" He says impulsively and Ran gapes at him, bewildered. Shinichi chuckles at her reaction.

"Dancing with your ex? Don't you think it's weird?" She asks, bringing the glass of champagne to her lips but not drinking anything from it instead, she stains the rim of the glass with her lipstick.

"But I'm not dancing with my ex." He says, taking her free hand and the sudden contact sends shivers down her spine. She turns her attention to him and looks at his cerulean eyes. Suddenly she remembers how easily she could get lost in them. "I'm dancing with my childhood friend…"

He smiles and so does she. He stands up and she does too. Her dress flows freely against her frame, accentuating her perfect body figure in a modest but sexy way. Shinichi couldn't help but feel mesmerized as he pauses for a moment to look at her before he lightly drags her along with him. Ran's champagne glass soon lays forgotten by the bar as they head towards the dance floor. Suddenly the upbeat music shifts into a soft one as if on cue. Couples start to slow dance and then Shinichi and Ran feel awkward again. Feelings resurface and they continue to repress them.

Ran looks around and then turns to Shinichi. She has a hesitant look on her face. Her eyes are filled with anxiety and so many questions are going through her head. Shinichi feels his heart racing but he gives her an assuring smile.

"Just one song. A couple of minutes and it's over…" He promises her. She nods.

Shinichi guides her hands to his shoulders before he wraps his arms around her waist. His fingers graze the exposed skin of her back. She flinches at his touch but she comfortably wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

She looks at him and silently admires how handsome he is in his gray tux. Unknown to her he is doing the same, savoring the moment, thinking about how lovely she looks in her peach dress and done-up hair.

Then he remembers he only has roughly three minutes, four or five at the most to hold her. So, he pulls her closer to him and rests his chin on her shoulder. She is taken aback by his actions but she doesn't push him away instead she returns his embrace and steadies her breath as she feels him breathing against her neck.

They continue to lightly sway to the rhythm, listening to the music but mostly thinking to themselves how they could only wish for time to stop for a moment or maybe for the song to go on longer…

To go on forever.

The bridge of the song comes and Shinichi, unable to control himself, lowers his head just a little so that his lips would meet her exposed shoulder. Shivers run down Ran's spine and she heaves a soft sigh. He leaves soft kisses against her shoulder, tracing up to her jawline and then to the crook of her neck, then to her cheek. Her hands travel from the small of his back and then up to brush her fingers gently against his dark brown hair.

Shinichi pauses just a millimeter away from Ran's face. His lips almost touching hers. She could literally breathe in his breath that smelled of Gin and… peppermint, quite an odd combination.

Then the last note of the piano instrumental plays and fades into silence. Ran snaps back and Shinichi wakes into reality.

"So, that's one song… Time's up." She says in a tone almost inaudible for him to hear and she gives him a half-hearted smile. She steps away from his embrace and he abruptly feels her warmth leaving him.

Then she turns around and walks away, leaving him alone, his feet stuck to the floor as he was startled by what just happened. He shakes his head regretfully and sighs.

'Damn it. What have I done? '

He watches her back as she walks away. The farther she goes, the smaller she looks from where he is standing. Soon she disappears among the crowd. He is left alone thinking to himself if he is allowing for her to walk away from him again.

His heart throbs painfully at the thought. There is a part of him that wants to give her space. All the events that happened are probably too much for her and for both of them. Maybe he needs space too, but it hits him, how long they have been running away and holding back. He is leaving in two days. It took him ten years to see her. How much long will it take for him to see her again and moreover is he willing to let things just end in such way.

He feels it deep with in him.

There is still something there.

Over ten years, a lot has happened. He has changed and he is certain she has too. Maybe they both have but somehow, oddly enough their feelings still haven't.

And it may not make sense to some. Heck, it doesn't make sense to him and probably to both of them and maybe that's the reason why they both keep running away.

But maybe that's just how it is.

Maybe that's just how it's suppose to be.

Him and her…

So, he doesn't give it much further thought. He moves and strides until he catches sight of her, by the door leaving the function hall. He quickens his pace until he is out running, catching up to her by the empty halls. He startles her as he grabs her by the arm, making her turn her to face him.

"Shinichi!" She gasps at the sudden contact and the feeling of his strong grip against her elbow. Suddenly, the scenario feels all too familiar.

"Ran, don't run out on me like that…" He says, huffing a breath as he lets go of her arm, only to place both of his hands on her bare shoulders, pulling her closer to him. Ran places her hands on his chest, putting a distance between them. Her eyes are filled with worry as she meets his intense gaze.

"Shinichi please…" She begs, her push becomes hard, but he doesn't budge and instead his hold on her tightens. She keeps her voice calm. "Let's not get too carried away."

"So, what if we do get carried away? What's wrong with that?" He asks bluntly, catching her off guard. She stops pushing and his hold on her loosens.

She pauses for a brief moment and then she shakes her head.

"Let's stop. All this, it's just temporary. We're-" She takes a second to find the right words. "We're just caught up in the heat of the moment. It'll die down once this ends."

"No, it won't." He retorts, stubbornly shaking his head. "If it's us, it won't. With you and me, it's never off the table and you know that!"

Suddenly, Ran can't believe her ears. Her mouth is agape with surprise at how bold and quite unreasonable he is being.

"For god's sake, Shinichi. You're leaving in two days!" She tells him, raising her tone at him to remind him sternly about the reality that is to happen.

"Then I'll do something about it!" He answers in a heartbeat, clearly not giving it much thought, which causes Ran to become even more furious with him than she already is.

"And what exactly would you do, huh?!" She contests, hoping that he will come into his senses. After all, he is supposed to be the smarter one.

But maybe he just isn't anymore.

"I'll… I''ll stay." He says. His eyes are intensely looking at her, clear with resolve. She is blown-away by his sudden decision and impractical impulsiveness that he has chosen.

"What?" Her eyebrows furrow at his statement, giving him a chance to think about what he had just said and take it back while he still can. But he doesn't.

"I'll stay. I'll go back to Tokyo, with you." He adds instead and it sends her off the edge.

"Don't be stupid! Your life is in New York! You can't just throw away everything else just for this." She reasons out and she has a clear point. He is aware of it but it drives him crazy-furious and frustrated. He wonders why she always has to be right and he knows at that moment she is but it makes him so angry.

Maybe it is immature of him, maybe she is right but to him, it isn't just that.

And he knows no matter what, she'll always, always give way to others, thinking about their well-being over hers, choosing what's best for them instead of what she truly wants.

She is so kind. Too kind. He loves her for that but in a way, he also hates it about her. How she priorities others before herself, how she is always thinking about his needs and belittling herself because she thinks his dreams are bigger than her.

And maybe he is wrong but there is no in the hell way that she is just that.

Because to him, she is so much more.

She is bigger than anything else, bigger than New York.

She is everything.

Everything.

"Damn it Ran! Can you be selfish, just this once!" He bursts. "I don't have to be a damn detective to tell. I feel it. And I know you feel it too."

He pauses to steel his nerve and to steady his voice that is raising by the minute that they are pushing and pulling at each other.

"Tell me you want me to stay… And I'll stay…" He says, with a tone much softer than his out bursts. The silence lingers between them and her expression softens. He lets go of her shoulders, taking her hand in his, bringing it up to his lips to press a soft kiss on her knuckles before placing it on his chest, to make her feel his heart beating so rapidly just for her. He looks her in the eye, his gaze pleading.

He waits for an answer and she lingers, opening her mouth to say something but it takes a while before she does.

She knows deep in her heart that she so badly wants him to stay. But…

There is always a 'but'.

"I… I can't. I'm sorry." She says, taking her hand from his grip. Shrugging off his hold and turning her heel to walk away from him, this time successfully as she leaves him standing startled and quite heart-broken and distraught by her answer.

He sits on a chair in his small hotel room, thinking about the events earlier as he twirls his glass of Paikaru. On the table near him sits a bottle of the alcohol with a card indicating that it is given to him by Hattori.

He shakes his head and flinches as he remembers what had just transpired between him and Ran. Suddenly he feels stupid. He brings the glass up to his lips and gulps it all down his throat, feeling the burning sensation flow through, the bitter aftertaste lingers. He hates it, but he pours more anyway, as if it is gonna solve his problem and undo what he did and what he said earlier, maybe forget about it at the very least.

But he thinks about her still. His thoughts become hazy as the alcohol starts to kick in and mess with his system. He loosens his tie to breathe as the heat spreads across his whole body. He isn't drunk but he is at the very least, tipsy.

He wonders about what is about to happen, given the confrontation that happened. He concludes that things have gone much worse now. Ran would probably never have the heart to forgive him and it sucks because he just ruined everything.

Ran would never talk to him again and he is leaving in two days with her, mad at him. He realizes that he should have just left it at that. It is already good enough that they are friends, why did he have to ask for more?

And now this is what he gets for not being contented. It took him ten years to come back and see her again who knows how long till he returns after flying back and if he'll ever patch things up with her.

He is about to gulp down another round of Paikaru when a knock wakes him to his senses, disturbing him from his moment of remorse. He rolls his eyes, annoyed and stands up, practically dragging himself to the entrance of his hotel room, turning the knob and opening his door violently, thinking that is probably just one of his friends being bothersome.

"Now's not a good time-

He begins but is immediately cut off as he finds her outside, still in her beautiful dress. He blinks about twice, questioning his senses, thinking that he is already too drunk that he is seeing things he isn't supposed to see, but she stays there. Her cheeks stained with a faint blush as she looks him in the eye.

"What are you doing here?" He asks. There isn't any contempt in his tone. It is just a mere question because after what had just happened, he is sure as hell that she would never want to see him again, but she is there.

She steels her nerve as she thinks of a reply.

"I'm being selfish. Like you told me to." She finally says, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him close. Shinichi is unable to process her words as she closes the very little distance between them and smashes her lips against his, taking them in a very rough, very heated kiss. His eyes widen in shock, startled by her actions and sudden boldness, but it doesn't take him much time to think as his mind is hazy with the feeling of her, the taste of her. He lets himself drown in her, shutting his senses as he responds and wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her close as he tilts his head and brushes his lips against hers, slipping his tongue into her mouth which she opens just enough to grant him access. He tastes the faint bitter taste of Vermouth, the sweetness of Maraschino cherries and her all combined in something so intoxicating and addictive it makes him want more.

She steps forward and he steps back without breaking the kiss. The door closes behind them. He holds her body against him even more closely as if it were possible.

He is sure. This time around, he is never gonna let her go.

AN. So here it is! Sorry it took a while. I was so busy with work lately that I haven't had the time to post this on time with the schedule that I planned. So, thank you so much for waiting. I've received lots of words of encouragement and it really means a lot to me that you guys are patiently waiting. Anyway, there are about only two or three more chapters until this fic ends and I would just like to warn you guys, (IDK if it's not obvious for y'all) but the next chapter is gonna contain lemon. Ahhh. I'm excited and at the same time nervous about it. Really hoping to post the next update soon.

Also, for those who are reading on FF/AO3, what do you guys prefer, should the lemon chap be included in this compilation, thereby making this one Rated-M as a whole fic or should be in a separate post so that that chapter alone will be the only one that's Rated-M and the rest of this fic will remain to be Rated-T?

What do you guys prefer? Tell me what you think.

Thank you so much and see ya on my next update!

Fanfiction.net link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13195514/4/The-Same-Old-You AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17626277/chapters/42683639

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hotcocosharing · 7 years ago

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Double Troubles - the reunion. Part 2

Recap or familiarize with what happened click here

Picking up a little further ahead than where it was left off; the cast of Glory Days 20 years later have come back together for a college reunion; with life experiences, maturity (we hope) and are all hoping, for the least to have a good time. Let the manic unfold.

OC Eriko Sato & Midori Katayani

Voltage Canons Yukihisa Maki, Shunichiro Tachibana, Toshiakia, Shinichi Kagari & Rikiya

Part 1 / 2 /

Maki’s POV

The utmost confound smirk which without hesitation graces my lips I’m weary of, although for the woman that causes it, I feel that my uneasiness - for the very moment, I should without trouble be able to let slide. At least for the night. She, the temptress others are compared to, the unicorn that never seems to exist, the femme fatale I have wanted for the last how ever many years yearned to sink my teeth into, looks stunning.

Eyes soaking up the way the dress she wears clings to her every curve and outlines her silhouette exquisitely, the question which is posed at me causes the breath in my lungs to be knocked out of me temporarily – or perhaps that’s managed by her presence; and a warmth of familiarity I haven’t experienced in a long whole fills my chest. The address of my name would of had a more startling effect had Eriko not playfully poked her tongue out at me. None the less, I remember that times change and people become the combined efforts of all those they’ve ever known and sometimes traits we wish we could grow out of or leave behind don’t change. Case in point - the playful Eriko I once remembered flickering out for an appearance finally.

“Tachibana? He… well he was right beside me a minute ago”, I explain with a roll of the eyes, “Why? Would you like it if he got you a drink rather than I?”

A confident display of clicked fingers high up over the bar get the attention of a young woman who at one point in my life, unsurprisingly, would have been my taste in life. Thank god for eventually learning that sometimes things when it came to women and more specifically their bodies on display were better left to the imagination.

“So what are we having? Tastes changed? Champagne, whiskey sour, long island, tonic water? Name your poison”, I ask as I begin to notice that I’m fidgeting like a nervous child at my shirt buttons midway down my chest. Talk about tell signs that no woman in years has been graced to see or attempt to define. Looking over Eriko’s shoulder and noticing Shunichiro manage to near unsuccessfully escape a frenzy of women we once had classes with and make his way over. A shake of the head is all it seems I need to convey what I’m beginning to think.

“I’ll start with two brandy’s, on ice”, I tell the bartender, “…..and for the lady. Well she’s always been one to decide for her self.”

Rikiya’s POV

If it weren’t for Shinichi insisting that the college reunion being something that were near a compulsory attendancr in his own books and guide to life, I’d be still stuck in the work office, calculating grades and figuring out how to improve the overall marks for my class - students were the way of the future. The least I could do was ensure they did better and had more opportunities than myself.

Checking my watch with a flick of my wrist but not before checking the screen of my phone again and groaning to myself at the fact ‘Mr Social’s last text near an hour ago was that he’d be late, I sighed, the sound increasing to an unimpressed exhale after from the corner of my eye I noticed the woman 20 hears ago I stupidly, carelessly, once gave my heart to with a man who helped to inflict a world of pure fuck-up or at least on my behalf also on her life and scowl.

I’m aware that my bestfriend flew abroad to spend time with the girl but this ‘doctor’ still manages to rub me up the wrong way. Thoughts cut short by a whistle following a slap on the back, Shinichi’s presence is just in time to help me swing my mind away.

“….lets get inside and get this night over and done with.”

Eriko Sato’s POV

“Pina Colada, please.” Satisfied with the nod I receive from the cute bartender but not so much at the mockery smirk from Maki, “What, it’s sweet. I like it.” In spite of how often I get tease about my child like taste in alcohol, I’m never used to it. There’s enough expectation in one life time- from family (and the curse that comes with it), work and society. Being a woman maybe a lot easier in 21st century but still takes tremendous hard work just to prove to the world (and the opposite gender) that we are just as excellent and capable so my choice of drinks remain the one little exception- I don’t give a fuck what others think.

Eying up and down the doctor in a stylish, simple three piece tux and looking insanely handsome yet most women are still buzzing pathetically around Tachibana. “You look good.” I smile, as sincerely as possible but my mischievous nature is thick as blood. “No wonder people say men are like fine wine.”

Propping an elbow on the bar and resting my chin in an open palm, I take a sip of my drink and lift it in the air with a happy cheers. Grinning wildly when someone takes the bait and replies along the line of fine wine is said to only improve with age.

“Yeah, they start out as grapes, and it’s up to the women to stomp the crap out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.“ A cheeky smile finds its way on my lips and shakes my head in amusement. It easier that way- a straight out heart to heart compliment would only lead to something else. Well, not that it has ever prevented the topic from coming up but at least keeping it light seems to be a wise move. Or is it? Was it?

If it wasn’t for the accident that interrupt our private little make out session; if I didn’t use Toshiaki to provoke him then left him hanging in a cab; taunted and ignored him time and time; if I gave in and did it- would he still see me like his goddess? Was I ever truly wise? Did I at least grow a little even in the face of these troubled middle aged fine men?

Shifting my gaze to the door every now and then before I finally see two other familiar faces, one who I got to know a lot more but eventually drifted apart while the other I could have treated better and fair if my life wasn’t such a mess yet the one man I’ve wanted to see most still hasn’t turned up. The quiet battle of waiting patiently and curious to ask Maki is beginning to show as I gulp down my drink a bit too quickly, in attempt to hide whatever this feeling is, "Can I get another one?”

Shunichiro Tachibana’s POV

The crowd has me almost forgotten my reason of attending this reunion but seeing Yuki by the bar comes in handy. “Ladies, it’s so good to see you all but allow me to grab a drink first.”

It’s a mystery how these women who have all ages 20 years on the outside still remain around the same level on the inside. “Perfect timing as always, my friend.” I snatch one glass out of his hand and rolls a nice long sip around my tongue, savouring the soft and subtle flavors.

“Eriko! Good to see you,” I take her hand and bring it to my lips, “obviously not as happy as Yuki but…..” the rest of my words hesitantly trailed off at the sight of her hand- a significant glow on her finger to be exact. Turning slightly back to my friend whom I am certain was is thrilled to see his one who got away which now I’m not too sure of.

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5160763 · 7 years ago

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Custom Order - Part 1

>> I didn’t have anything to do for Valentine’s Day (单身狗呜呜), and thought that perhaps I should write something anyway. It wound up much longer than expected, and I’ve scrapped about three drafts trying to work it out. So. Here you lot go. It’s not complete yet. I have about 2 parts more to go, I guess. But I’m impatient. So you can have part 1 while I do the rest. Forgive the quality. I’ve been in pretty rough place recently and I’m still trying to live.

The reason why he had accepted Miyano’s invitation was not, Shinichi would argue later, because the science conference was held in Kyoto, but because he had wanted to support her in a way that was not simply cooking meals for her over at her place when she was neck deep in her work. Time off from his police work might do his insomnia some good, his doctor had told him, and Kyoto wasn’t that far away from Tokyo where he would develop some sort of anxiety about his house burning down while he was away. There was a hot spring that he wanted to visit. Of course he would go.

Convinced that Shinichi had only accepted because there was a man whom he wanted to see, Miyano now considers him to be in her debt, and demanded his presence on her next shopping trip in Ginza.

She was right, of course. Not that Shinichi will ever admit it.

That came much later.

Resting his forehead against the cool glass of the window, Shinichi tugged the loop of scarf around his neck loose and thumbed his phone into silent mode as the taxi pulled him further out of Kyoto’s city center, away from the conference building. It had been a bore, much as Shinichi had expected, his bad habit of tuning technical science out kicking in fully when the programme was in full swing. Clearly, he’d been spending too much time with Agasa as his soundboard. Miyano’s own presentation had been refreshing, delivered in concise, layman’s terms as was her usual practice since university. Unfortunately, some people took simplicity for ease, and he had spent most of the Q&A session following her presentation grinding his teeth as she cut down sexist opinion after sexist opinion with acerbic glee. Apparently, there are idiots who still think that they’re way back in the nineties.

For Shinichi, there hadn’t been much for him to do once the talks were over, and everyone congregated in the banquet hall for the customary buffet where everyone consumes the minimal amount of food and indulges in the maximum amount of social chit-chat and niceties. Short of having someone murder someone else in the bathroom, Shinichi was going to be bored out of his mind and periodically harassed by people who recognised him for his email. Both were greatly unappealing, and as soon as Miyano was distracted by a fellow chemist, Shinichi had made his quick escape.

Unlike Tokyo, Kyoto was calmer, was steadily serene, and did not hold her people to the same hectic pace of life Shinichi was used to in the current capital. Without the pervasive press of towering skyscrapers and perpetual advertisements littering every flat surface available, it felt a little less crowded inside of his head, and Shinichi could, for once, simply focus on breathing, and just being.

The taxi pulled up to the curb in a quiet corner of a neighbourhood, and Shinichi was about to leave when the driver cleared his throat, and broke his silence. “Pardon my inquisitivity, sir, but are you Kudou Shinichi?”

Throughout the duration of the journey, Shinichi had noticed him sneaking glances at him through the rearview mirror, but had paid no further attention to it. Warily, hoping that this was not leading to a private investigation request for him (because those had usually turned out so well for him), Shinichi settled back against the leather seats. “That would be me. You are… ”

“I am only a humble taxi driver, and you wouldn’t have heard of me. But I wanted to be sure.” The driver looked nervous, then, gloved hands gripping the steering wheel tight as Shinichi peered at the nameplate on the dashboard of the car. Tanaka Hiroshi. Shinichi placed him to be in his early thirties, the young man looking as though speaking with another human being wasn’t something that he did very often. If they had ever met, Shinichi didn’t remember him. “There was a case, from two years back. Ono Megumi. You were in charge of the case, and. I wanted to thank you. For closing it as quickly as you did.”

Ono Megumi, murdered in broad daylight during a marathon by a jilted ex. Cause of death: poison. Shinichi remembered being there in support of Sonoko who was both sponsoring the marathon event and taking part in the run herself. “I remember her.”

“She was a close friend. Of my wife. My children all knew her by name, and. I wasn’t present on the day, but Aya told me about what you did to calm the children. She is very grateful to you for your kind words when she was inconsolable at the time.”

Silence, the distance sound of moving traffic beyond the taxi muted through the windows. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It wasn’t your fault. You’ve put him behind bars, and kept the children from witnessing the violence. We can’t ask for more.” Exhaling, Tanaka’s shoulders slumping as he scraped together a wavering smile for Shinichi. “I’m sorry for taking up so much of your time, Inspector Detective. Thank you for what you have already done for us, and for listening. Thank you.”

On the sidewalk, the sunlight bright and warm and sterilizing on his skin, Shinichi stood watching as Tanaka drove away, until he could no longer distinguish his black cab from the others driving along the road. Then, running a hand through his hair, he carefully set his hat back on his head, and made his way towards the row of the stores facing the street. By the time he stepped foot into Shogetsu, none of what he was feeling was showing on his face at all.

Tucked away between a glossy bookshop and a shop selling tea leaves, Shogetsu was a bit of a newcomer to the neighbourhood, blending seamlessly in with its polished glass and wood design, brush calligraphy splashed across its shop front in a bold hand. Despite its short history, Shogetsu had quickly won people over with its thoughtfully crafted wagashi, its modern interpretation of the traditional sweet a huge hit in the area. Its accomplishment in bumping an older, longer established shop off the yearly recommendations list was no small feat, either, and therefore Shinichi was surprised to see that it was mostly empty on his visit.

“Good afternoon, Kudou-san.”

The staff manning the front bowed to him politely, Shinichi nodding right back as he made his way towards the restricted area in the back instead of towards the display case. It was rather telling of his reputation in the shop that no one tried to stop him, instead trading knowing glances when they thought Shinichi wasn’t looking. Unbothered by the brief flurry of interest, Shinichi kept his head high, and went on to find the one person he was here for.

For a man who has won multiple awards and is well known in the area for both his hotheadedness and ingenuity, Hattori Heiji was remarkably young to already have such an impressive résumé. Ruling over his kitchen with a deep-set frown and a stormy silence that promised ruin to whomever dared to break it (untrue, because Shinichi had experienced firsthand his kindness, and knew now his bark was worse than his bite), he was every bit the charming young man from the magazines Shinichi had read, if a little stern. Careful to stay out of the way of the working staff, Shinichi settled in to admire and to wait. He didn’t have to wait long.

“Darkening my door again, so soon?”

Time in Kyoto had not diminished Hattori’s accent in the slightest bit, the Osaka dialect much coarser and rougher than Kyoto’s own. Shinichi smiled insouciantly as sharp green eyes flashed over to him briefly, lifting a hand by way of greeting. “You look troubled.”

“I am busy.” Dismissively, Hattori turned his attention back to his work, scrutinizing the crystal shaped sweet in his palm for flaws. Shinichi did so like studying him when he was hard at work. “Go away.”

“In due time, I will.” Interesting, how everyone else in the kitchen was keeping their head low. A bad day, perhaps?

“The kitchen is not for sightseeing. Make yourself scarce.” Hattori’s hands paused, his mouth pinching into a tight line, displeased. “Or shall I?”

Shinichi pretended to be troubled for all of three seconds: his mother’s blood ran far more rampant in his veins than his father’s ever did, despite his profession. “Blood doesn’t belong in the kitchen, or so you said.”

The sharp clack of the wooden spoon against the counter got a few heads coming up in worry, one of the staff scurrying to take over Hattori’s work of lining the sweets up into a custom made case and labelling them. When Hattori next looked at Shinichi again, there was much more teeth in his smile than there should be. “So I did. Tanaka, please make us some tea. The rest of you will continue your work. I will be but five minutes.” Pushing past Shinichi, he gestured for him to follow with a sharp jerk of his head and a glare. “Careful. I could make an exception for you, Mr. rich and big shot.”

Bowing his head to hide his smile, Shinichi followed obediently. “I would be honored.”

#ff #kudou shinichi #hattori heiji #miyano shiho

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letitrainasunnyday · 7 years ago

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What are your thoughts about file 1005? Shinichi and Ran finally kissed. Please tell us.. I just love your answers/analysis...😊

What do you think about those file 1005 spoilers?

Shinichi went for it, he really WAS GOING TO DO IT. HE WAS SO CLOSE. HE WAS SO FREAKING DETERMINED. CAN WE TALK ABOUT THAT.

I’m putting all of these asks together because they’re essentially asking the same thing so here we go:

LORD HAVE MERCY ON MY SWEET AND POOR SOUL

I did not think it could get any better than that lovely, sweet-as-fuck cheek kiss we got in 1004, but boy oh boy was I wrong.

As it often happens with Conan (and I love this about it), the coolest, sweetest, most lovely things mostly happen with things left unsaid and undone. Let me explain. There’s a certain beauty in Shinichi’s intentions during the date in the Desperate Revival Arc that are in that almost kiss as the Dark Knight, but not so much in the London confession (as much as I love it). There’s a heart-racing quality to him telling Ran that they want to ask each other the same thing during the Shiragami case that comes from what is meant rather than said that’s hard to top. And this is all due to Shinichi’s personality, basically: he’s a man of actions, not so much of words. And we know what the saying is about that.

So what’s lovely about these moments we get in 1005 is the fact that Shinichi, who used to be so shy about these things, 100% goes for a kiss without so much as giving it a second thought. Sure he appears to be flabbergasted at the beginning (or so I’ve read in spoilers), but it says so much of who he’s become, what he’s overcome that he has the guts and the courage to grab Ran and just go for it big time that I can barely contain my excitement when I think about it. He’s been hurting for so long, he’s been away (psychologically) from the person he loves most in the world for so long, that he cannot bear wasting any more time. And having the resolute confirmation from Ran herself that she feels the same way (and taking into account she initiated the kiss on the cheek), makes him so happy, makes his heart beat so fast that he just wants to have her once and for all. It’s fair, after all. He’s been waiting like seventeen years for this moment to come.

It doesn’t matter (I mean, it does, but for the sake of this it doesn’t really) that they don’t actually get to kiss because we know that will come later, at some point. Probably initiated by Ran. Probably in the midst of the battle with the organization (this has always been my headcanon) or immediately after it. We will get that, for sure. They have a promised happy ending, whenever that is. The magic is in what happens in between. For so long I was so worried that we’d never get to see them act as a couple together because they would only formally and officially get together at the very end, and now look at them. Ran and Shinichi are official. They’re together. They no longer have to deny with flushed cheeks that they have feelings for one another. They no longer have to shout that they’re “just friends” and that neither of them could possibly feel that way for the other.

No, now they get to tell everyone that this is it. That they love each other more than anyone has ever loved anyone or anything in this world. And Shinichi can justly want to see his girlfriend (WOW that’s weird to write holy shit) any time because that’s it. Because she’s his girlfriend. And Ran is allowed to cry (she was allowed to do that before as well, and always, but now much more) if she misses him, and she’s allowed to get angry when he tells her the truth and God knows how we’re going to step past that (they will, we will, but how) when the truth comes out and she finds out about Conan. Ran is allowed to tell everyone that her boyfriend, that the man she loves and is devoted to, is famous High School detective Shinichi Kudo. And that he adores her and is enamored with her just as much as (nay, even more so than) she is with him.

Forget about the antidote running out and him having to go back. We knew that was going to happen all along. What we didn’t know is that we’d get our favorite babies acting like what they’ve always been –kids, dumbly and irrevocably in love with each other.

This, moreover, is going to bring so much change (or so I hope, so it should) to the plotline. Because now Shinichi really has something to get back to. He has a definite promise of being together with Ran, he has a life and a real relationship to enjoy and live more than ever. Which is exciting, but also terrifying. We know Shinichi is incredibly reckless when he’s desperate, or when something or someone he loves is at stake. We know he is passion-driven (not as much as Heiji) and hot-blooded often. If he was courageous enough to go for the kiss, he is desperate enough to be with her. Which means danger. Which means (or could very well mean) him starting to risk things and really going after the organization to get back to Ran once and for all.

And after being on television without noticing, and knowing that Rum (or at least three very suspicious people) are onto him somehow, one can only hope he tries to keep a safe head at all times.

But, alas, the most beautiful thing lies here: the love between these two is such, is so strong, so pure, so unlike anything we’ve ever seen, that they are willing to go anywhere to be together.

Not like we didn’t know that before, though.

#detective conan #shinran #otp: diu que vol que l'esperis #conan #Anonymous #conan ask #shinran ask #fave asks

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letstrywritingmaybe · 3 years ago

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Love, Learned

Fifteen

Things are not going well at all, she's in full panic mode. This is a code red and it’s not a drill. She feels so guilty everytime she looks at him. He thinks she’s still mad at him, but the truth is, she can’t face him right now. There’s no turning back after fantasizing about him. She finally caved, giving herself some much needed alone time, what she didn’t expect was for her to picture him as her lover. It’s all she can think about when she sees him, especially now that she knows the way he tastes. Her mind wanders if he could put his tongue to other uses in between her legs, would he be gentle or does he like it rough? These are the questions that run through her head and it is definitely not a good sign. It doesn’t help that he’s completely unaware of the effect he has on her. His lingering touches, eyes that light up when she turns her focus on him, sweet words in an effort to engage her in conversation, holding her close in his arms pressing himself into her when she should be sleeping. Her insomnia has never been worse, slipping out of their room in the middle of the night and leaving the house before he wakes so that he doesn’t call her out for running away. It would force her to face the truth, she refuses to give in to her desires. She can’t cross this line with him, she won’t.

His voice breaks her out of her thoughts, there he is, the man of her dreams. Literally. He taps her shoulder letting her know it’s her turn to be interviewed, she nods, grabbing her bag then heads inside the small room. The moment she sits down, she’s bombarded with questions she knew she would be asked. She answers accordingly without any hesitation, it’s pretty standard until a nerve is struck.

“Just one more question, Ms. Miyano… is there a reason why you decided against taking your husband’s surname?”

She certainly wasn’t expecting the fact that she kept her maiden name to come up. This brings her back to the other night weeks ago when Shinichi mentioned it again. He wasn’t trying to force her, but he had a feeling she had another reason besides paperwork. She tells him the truth, it’s what she repeats when faced with the same question again.

“It’s one of the few things I have left from my family, and Shinichi understands.”

“I apologize for being intrusive.”

“It’s your job isn’t it? To make sure that this is real.”

“It is.”

“Can you tell me why you seem hesitant to believe us?”

“I’ve been in this line of work for a long time, Ms. Miyano. Unfortunately there are more sham marriages that pass through than we would like. I tend to be more cautious in evaluating the couples under my jurisdiction.”

“I see, I don’t blame you. I would probably be just as cynical, if not more if I was in your position.”

“That being said, I don’t have any doubts about your husband’s affections towards you.”

“But you doubt my feelings?”

“I do, but I’m not the only one am I?”

“You tell me, it’s your job to assess how we’re doing. So, did we pass?”

“Both of your answers match, right down to the tiniest details. I’ve been to your home, so I do know you actually live together unlike some of our other couples.”

“Then you have no reason to believe we’re faking it.”

“I will see you both during my next visit, expect me at any time.”

“Not a problem.”

Shinichi’s eyes are on her the moment she steps out of the office, he doesn’t say a word but he knows she’s irritated. Thankfully not at him, though he’s curious what their case worker said to get her all worked up. She keeps her expression neutral on the drive home, he waits to see if she wants to share what’s bothering her. She doesn’t, keeping it all bottled up inside instead.

“Let’s go down to the beach, I want to go swimming.”

“Okay, I’ll go pack our things.”

It’s a sunny day in the San Francisco Bay, the ocean is slightly above freezing even with the nice weather. Shiho doesn’t let that bother her as she ventures into the waves with Shinichi trailing behind her. This is out of character for her, she hates being out in the sun and isn’t fond of splashing around in the water. She prefers to sit on a beach towel under the shade of an umbrella, watching the waves meet the shore over and over. He makes sure she’s always in his line of sight in case something happens. She keeps looking back to see him staring intently at her, worry evident on his face though he does not voice his concerns. She stops when they’re waist deep in the ocean, allowing him to catch up. A smile from her is enough to bring one to his face as well, a large wave approaches nearly knocking her over. He’s there to catch her, helping her keep her balance. There’s a strange look on her face as she glances up at him, her features soften as her grip on his shoulders tightens. She shivers from the cold, he suggests they go back to shore, she shakes her head.

“Shiho, what’s going on?”

“Shinichi.”

“Yes?”

“I’m going to kiss you.”

That’s all the warning she gives before she crashes into him, he stumbles backwards from the force. They both wind up under water for a brief moment, it does nothing to keep them apart. She catches his lips again when they resurface, this time he doesn’t fall down, they only stop kissing when the next wave hits, drenching them further. There’s a dreamy look in her eyes when they pull apart, until it turns devious when she splashes water at him daring him to join in her fun. He immediately takes the bait, they spend the afternoon water fighting and kissing under the warm sun. She starts to get handsy once they make it onto the beach towel far from peering eyes. He almost gives in, but something doesn’t feel right.

“Wait, stop.”

“What’s wrong?”

“You’ve been ignoring me for the past few weeks and now you’re… what happened at the interview?”

“What questions did she ask you?”

“Huh? Um, nothing too crazy. She asked what we wear to sleep, the color of our toothbrushes, if we have carpet in our bedroom and what color it is. Things like that.”

“That’s it?”

“Yeah, that’s it. Was she supposed to ask something else?”

“No, because she believes you.”

“I’m not following.”

“It’s my fault she’s being extra strict on us. She doesn’t believe my feelings for you are genuine. I guess you really did inherit your mother’s acting gene.”

“…”

“Look, I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable and forcing myself on you like this. I’m just frustrated. I thought I was doing a decent job at being your wife… maybe if I tried harder then it would be believable.”

“You’re the perfect wife, I don’t want you to force yourself to be something you’re not Shiho.”

“At this rate I won’t even be able to get you a green card. You should’ve gone with someone else.”

“I don’t want anyone else.”

“See, when you say things like that and when you keep looking at me like this… no wonder she believes you. I almost believe you.”

“Shiho, I…”

“I promise not to surprise you like this again. It’s not going to get us anywhere. I think I’m ready to go home and get cleaned up.”

“… okay, let’s go.”

She really doesn’t know what she was thinking acting this way. It’s a wonder he hasn’t called her crazy yet, he must think it though. He’s so incredibly patient with her even when she keeps going back and forth in their relationship. She should pick a side and stick to it. Either stay hot or keep cool. She’s leaning towards the latter, besides crossing the line will only make things messy later on.

He has her pressed up on the counter, lifting her up to sit on top of it. She can’t get enough of the way his hands feel on her skin, she wants him to go further. She would voice her thoughts aloud, but her lips are preoccupied with being kissed by him. Her hands are in his hair tugging him closer, he keeps his on her waist, squeezing it every now and then but he never moves them from their spot. He’s driving her insane by not doing anything.

“Shinichi…”

She cannot resist the slip of his name, practically begging him to do something else. As much as she likes kissing him, she wants more. He pulls away with a chuckle, she pouts. Just once she wishes her dreams would leave her satisfied, but he bursts her bubble by revealing they’re both very much awake right now.

“Are you ready to go to bed now?”

“Wait, so I’m not dreaming?”

“You dream about me? That’s really cute… ouch! Did you just pinch me?”

“To make sure this isn’t a dream.”

“Aren’t you supposed to pinch yourself?”

“Why would I do that? It hurts.”

“… I take it back, you’re not cute at all.”

“We both know you didn’t marry me for my looks.”

“Well…”

“Really? Kudo Shinichi! You married me because you think I’m attractive?”

“Isn’t that the reason you married me too?”

“No, of course not. I married you for your money.”

“I thought dinner tasted a little off today…”

“Please, how predictable? A chemist poisons her husband? Give me some credit Kudo. Besides, with your luck I won’t have to do anything. You get into enough trouble on your own.”

“You, Miyano Shiho, are going to be the death of me.”

As if to prove his point, she leans forward to give him a chaste kiss then declares she’s ready for bed. She asks him to carry her upstairs, he happily accepts her request. There must be a full moon out, or maybe she’s just losing it. She hasn’t felt this happy in weeks, ignoring him hasn’t been fun for her either. She’s tired of pretending she’s not affected by him. It’s a losing battle, who cares about blurring the lines? Besides, is it wrong of her to want to sleep with her husband? She’s so close to giving in, even if she knows it’s a bad idea.

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#shinshi #coai #Love Learned #aka the marriage verse or the green card verse #one more chapter and then we’re officially in cyn city lord

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