30_memories: Look At This Photograph
Fandom: Detective Conan
Title: Look At This Photograph
Author: jeva_chan
Theme: #12 - Is it you?
Pairing: Kudo Shinichi/Mouri Ran
Size: 1,654 words
Rating: PG
Warnings: Cliche and Cheesiness...yes, those deserve a warning, too!
Disclaimer: All things Detective Conan belong to one, Aoyama Gosho. I don't claim to have created any of these characters...just the tormenting situations I put them in. :D
Summary: That idea was in her head again.
Mouri Ran laughed a bit. "Mou...you shouldn't say things like that! It's bad luck!"
"Maybe," an amused voice responded from the the phone she had pinned between her shoulder and ear as she continued to dig through a messy storage closet that obviously hadn't been tidied up in...well, maybe ever. "But I still stick to what I said." There was a pause before the young male voice then asked, "What are you doing anyway? You sound like you're cleaning out your father's office again."
Ran sighed as she put another storage box aside. "Might as well be," she said as she pulled out another stack of papers--more files to go into the filing cabinets in the agency downstairs. "Honestly...I hope you're not this messy with your files, Shinichi, because this is just getting ridiculous! I'm finding ten year old files sitting in a closet!"
The teenaged detective Kudo Shinichi laughed at that. "Typical," he said with a bit of a snicker. "And to be honest, I tend to only keep small notes all in one place. I haven't really had a chance to really file away anything, so I've been putting my memory recall to good use."
Ran muttered crossly about genius detectives and their abilities while Shinichi snickered again. She only paused when she discovered a binder-like object wedged between a box and the wall in the closet. "Eh? What's this?" she asked herself, forgetting that she was still on the phone.
"What's what?" Shinichi asked, curious as well.
"Hold on for a second." Hearing a squack of protest forming on the other end of the phone, Ran pulled the phone from its perch and placed it on the floor as she then tried to force the binder from its location. "Come on..." she said, poking her tongue out the corner of her mouth as she wiggled and pulled at the stubborn object--
And nearly fell backward onto the ground when it came loose and then free.
"Got it!" she cried happily, before snatching up the phone and placing it back where it was supposed to be as she brushed the dust off with a rag. "Ne, Shinichi, I think it's an old photo album!"
"Hoooo?" came the almost-bored, almost-curious response. "I'm almost scared to ask what kinds of pictures it has in there."
"Oh, stop being so mean," Ran scolded him, finding herself smiling at that because she hadn't been able just jokingly talk with Shinichi in a while. It was a good thing that he still called. She was afraid to think what things would have been like if she didn't at least that one piece of him that he was able to give--his voice on the telephone. "And anyway, I dunno what's in it yet because I haven't looked--"
"Well, open it and see what it is already," Shinichi said, voice going into its bored mode.
She scowled a bit, wishing she could just thwack the boy like she used to. "Would you just hold on a second? It's filthy and--" Her words froze in her throat as she opened the old binder's cover.
Then she squealed.
"What?" Shinichi asked, now sounding more than just a bit curious. "What is it? Wedding pictures? Your mom and dad actually together?"
"It's us!" Ran said with excitement as she eagerly looked over page after page of pictures from their childhood. "It's pictures of us playing together from ten years ago!"
"...ten years ago?" the detective asked with a bit of hesitance that Ran ignored in favor for smiling widely at a picture of her being pushed on a swing by a little Shinichi, would was looking determined to do a good job of trying to get her over the bars--even though he had told her several times that it was impossible.
"You were so cute as a kid, Shinichi," she said sincerely before adding with some irony, "I wonder what happened..."
"Ah ha ha..." Shinichi replied dully, not at all amused. "And I could say the same about you. If I remember correctly, you used to be a nice little girl who behaved and allowed her best friend to chase of the bullies rather than the big, scary girl that hits her own best friend because he accidentally caught a glimpse up your skirt--"
"Shinichi!" Ran shouted, face going red.
He snickered back at her, shameless.
"Mou..." she muttered to herself before blinking in surprise at a photo in the album. Her brow furrowed as she studied the image for a little longer before asking, "Ne, Shinichi?"
"Hm?"
"...are you and Agasa-hakase related?" That idea was in her head again. That ridiculous, impossible idea that had already been proven to be false several times.
...but still...she had to make sure.
"What kind of question is that?" Shinichi demanded with a small bit of feigned annoyance. "I have no idea...I don't really keep track of things like that--why are you asking anyway?"
Ran took a deep breath before tapping a finger on the picture in front of her, as if she was showing it to him even though he very well couldn't see it over the phone. "I was just wondering...because Conan-kun is a relative of his and...well...I found this picture of you with my mom's glasses that I made you were, and...well..."
Shinichi was silent for a moment.
A moment just a bit too long for her tastes. "Shinichi?"
"Ahhh, sorry," he answered almost immediately. "I was looking over something--are you saying that you think Conan-kun and I are related?"
Ran bit her lip as she stared at the picture. "Well...he does look a lot like you..." She laughed a bit, adding with some irony, "If I didn't know that you were 17 and Conan-kun was 7, I'd suspect he was your son or something!"
"...what kind of things are you saying now?" Shinichi demanded while she tried to stifle a laugh. "Oi! When would I have the time to have a son? That just doesn't--...that's not funny, Ran."
"Sorry," she apologized, though not with as much sincerity that the boy would have liked. "Anyway...so you don't know if Conan-kun and you are related?"
"No..." the detective said slowly. "It's possible, though. Or it could be one of those freaky things that happens--you know...two perfect strangers looking almost exactly alike? It's happened before, so I guess it's not that freaky..."
Ran frowned a bit. Well...yes, that was true, but somehow she still couldn't make herself believe in that possibility. For some reason, she just couldn't seem to keep it out of her mind that Conan was more than who he said he was and Shinichi knew something about Conan that he wasn't telling her.
But why would either of them hide something like that from her?
"...ne, Shinichi?" she asked, voice softer than before.
"Nnnm?" was the tired, almost sleepy response. Shinichi always seemed to be tired whenever they had their phone conversations lately. Maybe those cases were just as hard on him by not allowing him to come home as they were for her...
But even though she wanted to ask him a bit more about his shared similarities with the strange little boy that was now living with her, almost as the little brother she never had, Ran hesitated. "If...if there was something wrong with you..." she started slowly, not really knowing how to ask this question. "Or...if you knew something that I didn't and that could...affect me...would you keep it from me?"
Again, there was a moment of silence.
"Honestly?" Shinichi asked, tone serious.
Ran hesitated for a moment. "Ah...y-yes."
A sigh came from the other teenager. "Well..." he began slowly. "I guess it would depend, wouldn't it? On what that thing was...about what it could do if you knew..." There was a small pause before Shinichi then asked quietly, "Would it be such a bad thing if I had to keep a secret from you if it meant keeping you safe?"
"Shinichi?" Ran asked, unnerved by the way he seemed to be asking that question for more than hypothetical reasons.
"Ahh," the boy stammered before continuing on, his voice brightening cheerfully, "But really. If you were thinking that what I said earlier was bad luck, then your talking about those sorts of things is extremely bad luck. Jeez, Ran, do you want to jinx things?"
She bit her lower lip to keep from calling him on his change of topics, knowing that she also hadn't answer his question. After a moment, she blew her own sigh and responded, "Idiot, you're the one that's run off and is causing trouble in places I don't even know!"
"Ha, you might be right," Shinichi said cheekily. "So what pictures are in that photo album, and should I be embarrassed by them?"
Ran smiled, almost glad to have a chance to bury the thoughts and awkward moment that had passed between them as she continued to describe each picture to him, wanting him to see the images himself but not able to show him. Even though he wasn't there and she couldn't see him, they would always have those memories to keep them together, able to visualize times before when they could laugh and smile at one another without any distance separating them.
That thought--that idea would come to haunt her later on, it always did. But for now, Ran was satisfied just reliving past moments with the one that she loved most.
-fin-
Ack...the cliche...it buuuurns...and yet, I'm a cliche whore. Ehheh...
...why do I always feel so CHEESY writing this stuff? Blech...so cheesy *shudders* Now I need to go kill Kaito off or something >.>
And don't ask me what the unlucky thing Shinichi was talking about when I started the fic. Because I have NO idea. XDDD
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Title: Look At This Photograph
Author: jeva_chan
Theme: #12 - Is it you?
Pairing: Kudo Shinichi/Mouri Ran
Size: 1,654 words
Rating: PG
Warnings: Cliche and Cheesiness...yes, those deserve a warning, too!
Disclaimer: All things Detective Conan belong to one, Aoyama Gosho. I don't claim to have created any of these characters...just the tormenting situations I put them in. :D
Summary: That idea was in her head again.
Mouri Ran laughed a bit. "Mou...you shouldn't say things like that! It's bad luck!"
"Maybe," an amused voice responded from the the phone she had pinned between her shoulder and ear as she continued to dig through a messy storage closet that obviously hadn't been tidied up in...well, maybe ever. "But I still stick to what I said." There was a pause before the young male voice then asked, "What are you doing anyway? You sound like you're cleaning out your father's office again."
Ran sighed as she put another storage box aside. "Might as well be," she said as she pulled out another stack of papers--more files to go into the filing cabinets in the agency downstairs. "Honestly...I hope you're not this messy with your files, Shinichi, because this is just getting ridiculous! I'm finding ten year old files sitting in a closet!"
The teenaged detective Kudo Shinichi laughed at that. "Typical," he said with a bit of a snicker. "And to be honest, I tend to only keep small notes all in one place. I haven't really had a chance to really file away anything, so I've been putting my memory recall to good use."
Ran muttered crossly about genius detectives and their abilities while Shinichi snickered again. She only paused when she discovered a binder-like object wedged between a box and the wall in the closet. "Eh? What's this?" she asked herself, forgetting that she was still on the phone.
"What's what?" Shinichi asked, curious as well.
"Hold on for a second." Hearing a squack of protest forming on the other end of the phone, Ran pulled the phone from its perch and placed it on the floor as she then tried to force the binder from its location. "Come on..." she said, poking her tongue out the corner of her mouth as she wiggled and pulled at the stubborn object--
And nearly fell backward onto the ground when it came loose and then free.
"Got it!" she cried happily, before snatching up the phone and placing it back where it was supposed to be as she brushed the dust off with a rag. "Ne, Shinichi, I think it's an old photo album!"
"Hoooo?" came the almost-bored, almost-curious response. "I'm almost scared to ask what kinds of pictures it has in there."
"Oh, stop being so mean," Ran scolded him, finding herself smiling at that because she hadn't been able just jokingly talk with Shinichi in a while. It was a good thing that he still called. She was afraid to think what things would have been like if she didn't at least that one piece of him that he was able to give--his voice on the telephone. "And anyway, I dunno what's in it yet because I haven't looked--"
"Well, open it and see what it is already," Shinichi said, voice going into its bored mode.
She scowled a bit, wishing she could just thwack the boy like she used to. "Would you just hold on a second? It's filthy and--" Her words froze in her throat as she opened the old binder's cover.
Then she squealed.
"What?" Shinichi asked, now sounding more than just a bit curious. "What is it? Wedding pictures? Your mom and dad actually together?"
"It's us!" Ran said with excitement as she eagerly looked over page after page of pictures from their childhood. "It's pictures of us playing together from ten years ago!"
"...ten years ago?" the detective asked with a bit of hesitance that Ran ignored in favor for smiling widely at a picture of her being pushed on a swing by a little Shinichi, would was looking determined to do a good job of trying to get her over the bars--even though he had told her several times that it was impossible.
"You were so cute as a kid, Shinichi," she said sincerely before adding with some irony, "I wonder what happened..."
"Ah ha ha..." Shinichi replied dully, not at all amused. "And I could say the same about you. If I remember correctly, you used to be a nice little girl who behaved and allowed her best friend to chase of the bullies rather than the big, scary girl that hits her own best friend because he accidentally caught a glimpse up your skirt--"
"Shinichi!" Ran shouted, face going red.
He snickered back at her, shameless.
"Mou..." she muttered to herself before blinking in surprise at a photo in the album. Her brow furrowed as she studied the image for a little longer before asking, "Ne, Shinichi?"
"Hm?"
"...are you and Agasa-hakase related?" That idea was in her head again. That ridiculous, impossible idea that had already been proven to be false several times.
...but still...she had to make sure.
"What kind of question is that?" Shinichi demanded with a small bit of feigned annoyance. "I have no idea...I don't really keep track of things like that--why are you asking anyway?"
Ran took a deep breath before tapping a finger on the picture in front of her, as if she was showing it to him even though he very well couldn't see it over the phone. "I was just wondering...because Conan-kun is a relative of his and...well...I found this picture of you with my mom's glasses that I made you were, and...well..."
Shinichi was silent for a moment.
A moment just a bit too long for her tastes. "Shinichi?"
"Ahhh, sorry," he answered almost immediately. "I was looking over something--are you saying that you think Conan-kun and I are related?"
Ran bit her lip as she stared at the picture. "Well...he does look a lot like you..." She laughed a bit, adding with some irony, "If I didn't know that you were 17 and Conan-kun was 7, I'd suspect he was your son or something!"
"...what kind of things are you saying now?" Shinichi demanded while she tried to stifle a laugh. "Oi! When would I have the time to have a son? That just doesn't--...that's not funny, Ran."
"Sorry," she apologized, though not with as much sincerity that the boy would have liked. "Anyway...so you don't know if Conan-kun and you are related?"
"No..." the detective said slowly. "It's possible, though. Or it could be one of those freaky things that happens--you know...two perfect strangers looking almost exactly alike? It's happened before, so I guess it's not that freaky..."
Ran frowned a bit. Well...yes, that was true, but somehow she still couldn't make herself believe in that possibility. For some reason, she just couldn't seem to keep it out of her mind that Conan was more than who he said he was and Shinichi knew something about Conan that he wasn't telling her.
But why would either of them hide something like that from her?
"...ne, Shinichi?" she asked, voice softer than before.
"Nnnm?" was the tired, almost sleepy response. Shinichi always seemed to be tired whenever they had their phone conversations lately. Maybe those cases were just as hard on him by not allowing him to come home as they were for her...
But even though she wanted to ask him a bit more about his shared similarities with the strange little boy that was now living with her, almost as the little brother she never had, Ran hesitated. "If...if there was something wrong with you..." she started slowly, not really knowing how to ask this question. "Or...if you knew something that I didn't and that could...affect me...would you keep it from me?"
Again, there was a moment of silence.
"Honestly?" Shinichi asked, tone serious.
Ran hesitated for a moment. "Ah...y-yes."
A sigh came from the other teenager. "Well..." he began slowly. "I guess it would depend, wouldn't it? On what that thing was...about what it could do if you knew..." There was a small pause before Shinichi then asked quietly, "Would it be such a bad thing if I had to keep a secret from you if it meant keeping you safe?"
"Shinichi?" Ran asked, unnerved by the way he seemed to be asking that question for more than hypothetical reasons.
"Ahh," the boy stammered before continuing on, his voice brightening cheerfully, "But really. If you were thinking that what I said earlier was bad luck, then your talking about those sorts of things is extremely bad luck. Jeez, Ran, do you want to jinx things?"
She bit her lower lip to keep from calling him on his change of topics, knowing that she also hadn't answer his question. After a moment, she blew her own sigh and responded, "Idiot, you're the one that's run off and is causing trouble in places I don't even know!"
"Ha, you might be right," Shinichi said cheekily. "So what pictures are in that photo album, and should I be embarrassed by them?"
Ran smiled, almost glad to have a chance to bury the thoughts and awkward moment that had passed between them as she continued to describe each picture to him, wanting him to see the images himself but not able to show him. Even though he wasn't there and she couldn't see him, they would always have those memories to keep them together, able to visualize times before when they could laugh and smile at one another without any distance separating them.
That thought--that idea would come to haunt her later on, it always did. But for now, Ran was satisfied just reliving past moments with the one that she loved most.
-fin-
Ack...the cliche...it buuuurns...and yet, I'm a cliche whore. Ehheh...
...why do I always feel so CHEESY writing this stuff? Blech...so cheesy *shudders* Now I need to go kill Kaito off or something >.>
And don't ask me what the unlucky thing Shinichi was talking about when I started the fic. Because I have NO idea. XDDD
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