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[morastfrck]

Creepy conan creepy conan

[azure-bliss]

shinran oneshot

Fandom: DC

Pairing: Shinran

Excerpt: 

“Shinichi,” she whispered, warm blue orbs losing focus as she looked at him, though her smile remained. She rose her hand to caress his cheek (she’s so, so cold). “You found us.”

Her chapped lips met his, and then, “Arigato.”

A/N: I swear that this was supposed to be fluffy but brain said nope, angst-infused it is. Also, I’m no expert in medicine nor the Japanese police system, even criminology for that matter. Spare me. Enjoy!

Day 9

“I should write a book.”

Shinichi’s first instinct was to snort, as he was reminded of Kogoro-ojisan’s—who he should really be calling otousan nowadays—intention of becoming a mystery novelist, much like his actual father. Kudo Yusaku had made millions writing his thrillers, and today, years after the older Kudo patriarch decided to publish his final novel, he was still adding money to the Kudo fortune.

Perhaps his mother playing the titular character in one of Night Baron’s spinoff adaptations, Lady Baron, played a huge factor too. His parents were weird that way, almost like a tag-team, because the moment Kudo Yusaku announced his writing retirement, Kudo Yukiko came out of hers.

It was as if they thought that the world could not handle more than three (he was pretty sure his popularity was on par with his parents, despite his lack of big screen appearances) famous Kudos at a time.

“Finally jumping on the full Kudo experience?” he teased, adjusting himself on the hospital bed where his wife sat, left arm wrapped around her whole frame, right palm covering hers.

Eyes focused on the little bundle in her arms, she hummed before answering, “A best-seller for sure.”

As if on cue, their newborn squirmed before revealing twin orbs that matched his mother’s, unfocused eyes looking up to the woman who went through hell and back prior to his birth.

“Anata,” she called, her tired voice laced with a hint of excitement. “He’s beautiful.”

 Day 1

He stood in an abandoned room of an equally abandoned motel located just 50 km on the outskirts of Tokyo, the very location that had him and nearly the whole Tokyo Metropolitan Police Taskforce wrecking their brains and exhausting their resources to find. The identified suspect was one Seisaku Miyazaki, a serial rapist and killer with a tendency for flairs. The 27 crime scenes he left always had distinct blood splatter to them, resulting from either gunshot wounds straight to the temple, or intraoral ones.

Shinichi had never seen a crime scene so gruesome in his life.

As soon as Shinichi stepped into the room, the first thing he should have registered was the blood-spattered left wall and Seisaku’s limp and lifeless body on a chair in the same left corner, his riffle trapped in between his legs.

Instead, Shinichi’s frantic eyes zeroed on the figure on the bed in the middle of the room, merely 10 feet away from Seisaku’s body. The woman had her back against the headboard with an ungodly amount of blood running down her bottom half, arms cocooning a small bundle wrapped with a violet-colored cardigan—the same one she was last saw wearing before her disappearance.

She had her eyes on her baby, as if the newborn was the only person who mattered, seemingly unbothered by the chaos unfolding before her. It took the lead detective a full five seconds to notice that the newborn—oh God, their newborn—was not crying.

He was beside her in her flash, holding her tighter than he should. His wife was again, unbothered, but he noticed that she closed their baby more to her semi-naked chest. The cuts and bruises on her face and torso did not go unnoticed by him. All of Seisaku’s victims had the same markings, but unlike those women who bled from their heads, she was bleeding from bottom down.

Kudo Shinichi screamed for the medic.

It was only then did he hear a soft cry, and he released a breath he did not know he was holding.

“Anata,” she called, finally removing her gaze from their son to look at him “He’s beautiful.”

Her face was pale and hollow, but there was no mistaking the warmth in her eyes and the gentleness of her smile.

His heart both bloomed and broke for her.

“Ran,” he choked out the name he’d been desperately calling for the past few hours. “You’re going to be okay.”

When the medic team finally appeared, his wife first handed the closest medic the baby, “Take care of him, onegai,” she requested, sounding too much like a plea. “He’s a good boy.”

Releasing her son’s warmth, the brunette fell back onto her husband, who caught her naked shoulders, throwing her full weight onto his.

“Shinichi,” she whispered, warm blue orbs losing focus as she looked at him, though her smile remained. She rose her hand to caress his cheek (she’s so, so cold). “You found us.”

Her chapped lips meet his, and then, “Arigato.”

With a sigh of relief, she shut her eyes, and rolled limp further into her husband’s embrace.

Shinichi’s world stood still, the only things registering in his mind were his wife’s cold body, and their newborn’s loud cries in the distant.

 Day 8

She was in pure fight mode, forcing her body to function and conscious to stay awake. Once she knew that her child was safe, all the injuries and agony finally caught up to her, and she welcomed the numbing darkness.

The last thing Ran remembered was Shinichi’s rapid heartbeat drumming her ears.

The new mother woke up a week later, on an unfamiliar bed, to the familiar but tormented eyes of her husband.

“Baby,” she mustered breathily, and her husband’s eyes all but softened.

She knew that they were safe.

   Day 10

It was another two whole days before she was deemed fit enough to hold her newborn.

“Anata,” she beams, “He’s beautiful.”

“He is,” the Heisei-Reiwa Holmes agreed. “The brat gave the doctors and nurses a fright with his fever, would not stop crying too.”

If his wife was worried, she did not show it. “Is that true?” she cooed, “But you’re okay now, aren’t you sweetheart? Your Papa found us after all.”

Day 0

Kudo Ran did not fit Seisaku Miyazaki’s victim profiles by the slightest. The females he preyed on were usually late teens to early twenties, lived alone, physically petite, and had questionable practices in their private lives.

Or, in the words of Seisaku himself, whores.

Catching the serial killer had been the detective’s top priority, with the death count at 27 and the most recent killings at the heart of Tokyo, it was one of the most challenging cases for him to date.

With half of the murders in Tokyo and the other half in Osaka, it was a no brainer for both Detective of the East and West to join hands, special taskforces from Tokyo and Osaka rallying under their (unofficial) command. The investigation had been ongoing for more than four months before special unit finally made a definite progress, being able to identify a potential victim, shadowing her day and night, coming in to save her just in time from being abducted, and arresting Seisaku’s paid minion.

Genzo Okubo was no Seisaku, the two detectives figured. The latter was confident, methodical, a true psychopathic mastermind, yet the man they caught fumbled with his words, sweated profusely, and most importantly, had little loyalty as he quickly confessed to everything.

The unit rejoiced, but Shinichi and Heiji knew that it was too simple, as if Seisaku wanted Gento to be caught.

By the time they were finished with the guy, it was already 2 a.m.

The lack of miscalls from him wife caught him off guard.

He tried not to panic, reasoning to himself that Ran was probably at her parents’, fell asleep, and his in-laws forgot to inform him. After all, it would not be the first time this had happened. If anything, the Mouris had not stopped fussing over their daughter, and with this case constantly on his mind, Shinichi had not really been the doting husband and father-to-be that he ought to be. Their six-year-old twins were away with his parents somewhere in New York, the elder Kudo couple wanting to give the once-again new parents space to get ready for the youngest Kudo’s arrival.

Halfway through dialing Eri’s number (because his mother-in-law was a light sleeper), Heiji burst into the break room with a suspicious package in his hands.

“Kudo,” the dark-skinned detective panted, as if he just ran up flights of stairs instead of taking the elevator, “that bastard’s got Nee-chan.”

Inside the package were two things: a picture of a very pregnant Kudo Ran, blindfolded and gagged, and a lone platinum wedding band.

  Day 10

“He panicked.”

“Hmm?”

“Seisaku-san, he panicked.” His wife stated, the name of her kidnapper rolling of her tongue like she was mentioning a student of hers. “I started having contractions, started bleeding too. He mumbled something about ‘not following his plan’.”

Shinichi rose his brows, puzzled by Ran’s statement, but he let her continue.

“I think,” she paused, readjusting her hold on their son when they boy started to writhe, “that he was halfway out when Seisaku-san decided to shoot himself.”

Her voice was cool, too indifferent, and deep down, Shinichi knew that his wife may be scarred for life.

“Three sounds,” she gulped then snickered. “Me screaming during the final push, the baby’s cries, and the riffle going off.”

Shinichi held her tighter.

“His blood was everywhere, Shinichi. On the walls, the carpet, the bed, my face,” There are now cracks in her voice, the memories flooding her overwhelmed mind as she remembers it all again, “On our baby boy.”

“Ran…” He trailed off, not knowing what to say. His wife and son were alive, but the trauma she went through was something he wished on no one, not even Seisaku himself.

“I didn’t want him to get cold, so I wrapped him with my cardigan. Not the most hygienic, I know, but I didn’t exactly have many choices,” a chuckle. “He locked the door, so I couldn’t escape, and I couldn’t exactly kick the door open, my energy was spent on giving birth. So, I started breastfeeding the baby, burping him…making sure he was alive long enough for you to find us.”

Something in him shattered even more.

Ran averted her eyes away from their son to look at her husband, their faces only a few centimeters apart.  There were no tears in their eyes, the pain and regret that remained in their hearts too crushing to be expressed by mere crying. “I’m safe, our boy is safe, because you found us. None of this is your fault, so please, Anata,” she kisses him before continuing, “don’t blame yourself.”

Shinichi could not imagine what life would be without her. She was his wife, partner, lover, best friend, soulmate, the mother of his children, his world, his everything.

“Okay,” he promised simply, capturing her lips for a second time before kissing her forehead. “I love you.”

He felt her smiling into his neck, and at that moment, nothing was wrong; they were whole.

They stayed like that for a few more moments, savoring the peaceful yet short time they had with their baby boy before one of the nurses took him away for the night.

    Day 11

 “Your book,” Shinichi remembered far into the night. “What are you going to write about?”

A mischievous look twinkled in Ran’s eyes, and the man knows that his wife will heal just fine. “Kidnapped 101.”

- end

A/N: Nope, not their firstborn. And I also imagine that Ran has had her fair share of getting kidnapped so might as well write a book on it lmao. 

[teatime-scans]

Chapter 26 Text Translations

Hello everyone, I’m truly sorry for the long wait on the chapters! I’ve read through all the comments everyone has left during our hiatus. *sweats profusely* Due to our translators’ busy schedules, we haven’t been able to translate/TLC chapters as much over the past few months, which has created quite a backlog. Luckily we’ve managed to get some more people on the team so hopefully, we should be able to catch you all up on chapters soon! Now, without further ado, Chapter 26!

Translation: Bia

PAGE 1

Top text: Time 26 Beika Rice Flowers | Arai Takahiro  Draft supervision: Aoyama Gosho

Side text: The memories from childhood of being absorbed in playing with friends...

Bottom Text: Already over 1.3 million copies sold!  The second volume is now on sale with great reviews! Official twitter: @zerotea_file

PAGE 2 PANEL 1 Amuro: It’s ideal weather for playing baseball, huh! Narration: Teimuzu river terrace Baseball field

Side text: Amuro and Kazami arrive dashingly. Why baseball…?

PANEL 2 Azusa: Here, Amuro-san!

PANEL 3 Amuro: Hello, Azusa-san, Ogura-san! 

PANEL 4 Ogura: Thanks a lot for agreeing to be the Beika Rice Flowers’s backup! Amuro: Who could have expected that both Mouri-sensei and Poirot’s owner would come down with a cold, Amuro: I was also surprised!

PAGE 3 PANEL 1 Amuro: I’ve only ever touched the gloves and bat before, so…  Amuro: I don’t know how helpful I will be…

PANEL 2 Ogura: Today is just a practice game! Ogura: You’re already helping just by batting and staying in position.

Side text: [This story]: Records the daily life of the man with triple faces: Public Security, Black Organization, detective…

PANEL 3 Amuro: Please also depend on him!! Amuro: He was apparently quite the baseball kid… Kazami: I am Hida. I was Amuro-san’s assistant in the past. Kazami: It’s a pleasure to meet you!

PANEL 4 Ogura: A detective’s assistant?! Ogura: Like Holmes’s Watson? Kazami: Watson? Kazami: …Well, something like that…

PANEL 5 Azusa: Excuse me, but have we met before? Kazami: Huh?!

PANEL 6 Kazami: Maybe it’s just your imagination? Kazami: Since I have a common face…

PANEL 7 Azusa: Really…? I was certain that somewhere... Kazami: Better to avoid talking too much…

PAGE 4 PANEL 1 Ogura: Here! Ogura: The spare uniform is a tiny bit dirty but…

PANEL 2 Ogura: Well, take it easy and have fun!

PANEL 3 Jerk: Well, well…

Side text: Character: Amuro Tooru - NPA Member - Detective - Member of the Black Organization, the triple faced man. We’ve been informed that he’s the type of person to put BBQ sauce on gyoza.

PANEL 4 Jerk: If it isn’t the great Ogura! Jerk: The traitor who changed sides for the Rice Flowers!

PANEL 5 Ogura: Don’t bother with sarcasm, just go and start the game already! Ogura: Both of us aren’t young anymore, so we’d get injured! Jerk: No need for that!

PAGE 5 PANEL 1 Jerk: If the Sleeping Kogoro and Poirot’s owner aren’t here, Jerk: You guys are basically missing your key players!

PANEL 2 Jerk: Your backups are some random people... Jerk: and two young guys…

PANEL 3 SFX: Bwahaha! Jerk: You’re no match for us!

PANEL 4 Amuro: Oohashi-san,  Amuro: Are the Haido Jaguar players always like that? Oohashi: Annoying, right! SFX: *catch* Oohashi: They weren’t like that before though…

PANEL 5 Oohashi: It all changed when Ramen Ogura relocated… Oohashi: Plus, the boss changed from the Jaguars to the Rice Flowers!

PANEL 6 Oohashi: Since then, he kept complaining about how the Jaguars' victory percentage went down… Ogura: It’s so troublesome, having an old man holding a grudge… SFX: *catch*

PAGE 6 PANEL 1 Box: #1 Pitcher Oohashi SFX: *catch!*

PANEL 2 Jerk 2: Sayo-chaaan, if you have time to play baseball, how about finding a boyfriend? SFX: *annoyed*

PANEL 3 Jerk: Give 'em a handicap! Yet another jerk: Since it’ll turn into a called game pretty soon…

PANEL 4  Amuro: Aagh! Umpire: Strike! Batter out!

PANEL 5 Some jerk: Hehe Some jerk: Hehe. So you’re just a pretty face, huh, kiddo?

PANEL 6 Amuro: It was so fast, I couldn’t see~

PANEL 7 Kazami: Amuro-san, you won’t get serious?  SFX: *whisper whisper* Amuro: ? Amuro: But I am…

PAGE 7 PANEL 1 Kazami: What should I… Amuro: Of course...

PANEL 2 Amuro: I’ll be counting on you!

PANEL 3 SFX: *plink* Box: #9 First baseman Hida

PANEL 4 Kazami: Ugh! Umpire: Second liner, Umpire: Double play!!

PANEL 5 Jerk: Hmph... Another jerk: Engine’s starting little by little, huh...

PANEL 6 Table: First line: (Haido) Jaguars Second line: (Beika) Rice Flowers

PAGE 8 PANEL 1 Boss Jerk: two outs with first and second base, Boss Jerk: Just one more point and we’ll call it a win. SFX: *scratch* *scratch*

Side text: [Kazami Yuya] An agent from the Police Department Public Security Bureau, can be considered Amuro (Furuya)’s right-hand man. He eagerly supports his superior.

PANEL 2 Oohashi: *pant* Oohashi: *pant*

PANEL 3 Some jerk: The pitcher’s worn out! Yet another jerk: If we consider the point gap, it’s already over!

PANEL 4 Oohashi: *damn it*

PANEL 5 SFX: *bunt*

PANEL 6 Oohashi: A safety bunt?! Oohashi: Leave it to me!!

PANEL 7 SFX: *grind*

PAGE 9 PANEL 1 Ogura: It won’t make it to the third base in time!  Ogura: First base!

PANEL 3 Sides: It’s rising!  Sides: Turn back, turn back!

PANEL 4 Sides: With this, the Jaguars will win with a called game!

PANEL 5 SFX: *catch*

PAGE 10 PANEL 1 SFX: *whoosh*

PANEL 2 SFX: *BAM*

Side text: [Enomoto Azusa] A waitress working at Cafe Poirot. The store’s cover girl and Amuro’s senpai. She’s 23 years old.

PANEL 4 SFX: *tap*

PANEL 5 Umpire: Three out, Umpire: Change! SFX: *cheer*

PAGE 11 PANEL 1 Azusa: Nice play, Amuro-san!! Amuro: It was by chance!

PANEL 2 Amuro: Can you walk? Oohara: Ouch…

PANEL 3 Top jerk: Just walk right away and let’s change already…

Side text: [Kuriyama Midori] A secretary working at Kisaki law firm, who assists her boss, Eri.

PANEL 4 Top jerk: If we win, Enma Ramen is on me! SFX: *leer* * leer*  Some jerk: It’s useless to keep trying! Some other jerk: Let’s go drink already! The beer won’t have any foam by then!

PANEL 5 Kazami: What an attitude during the middle of a match… Kazami: I’ll give them a piece of my mind! SFX: *grab*

PAGE 12 PANEL 1 Amuro: If they get you with baseball, Amuro: We return it with baseball…

PANEL 2 Sides: But Oohashi-chan can’t throw anymore… Ogura: At this rate...

PANEL 3 SFX: *mope*

PANEL 4 Amuro: No,  Amuro: The possibility of us winning

PANEL 5 Amuro: Isn’t zero…

Side text: In the next issue, the daily life’s counterattack with front cover and the colored pages!

Bottom text: Continues in issue 10