Fifth Conspiracy
Title: Expressions of Irritation
Fandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Characters: Edogawa Conan, Kuroba Kaito, Kuroba Toichi, Miyano Akemi, Irish
Pairing: none
Rating: K
Genre: Humor/Parody
Warnings: 13th movie
Author’s Note: So I was watching Raven Chaser for the nth time, and there was this part near the end where Conan looked so serious, but all I thought was cute! It's not really a spoiler for the movie, just for one of the characters who is included. It's kind of a similar idea to the Fourth Conspiracy, but it's from Conan's point of view and a completely different feeling! Then I decided on the other two characters, and that led to another character being in it... so here it is!
Disclaimer: All characters are copyright to their respective copyright holders.
Summary: Conan isn’t only able to see. He’s also able to hear. And the conversation he hears at the breakfast table…
“I don’t have pet peeves; I have whole kennels of irritation.”
-Whoopi Goldberg
Fifth Conspiracy
Expressions of Irritation
“I get what you mean; he does get into a lot of trouble… But just look at that face, Irish!”
Irish smirked, foreign features twisting with age. He was obviously amused, to the deep consternation of the subject.
Toichi had this look on his face, one that Shinichi had seen on his own father's far too often. He was amused too, damn him. “You're doting, Akemi-san.”
Akemi only grinned. She seemed to have taken it as a compliment. “Who wouldn't? He's so cute! And those glasses are so big for his face; I can't figure out if he's cuter with glasses or without.”
Conan frowned, taking another bite of rice and trying to tune out her irritating babbling. Who knew Haibara's sister could talk so much?
“Is something wrong?” Kaito asked. “You seem… distressed.”
“…so adorable!”
He choked on his breakfast, wishing he could be back to his usual size, if only so they would shut up.
“Ah!” Kaito exclaimed in realization, patting Conan's back. “Is someone talking to you?”
Conan glared, once again doing his best to not listen to the dead people. “Your father and Irish and Akemi-san are having a conversation.”
“Ho…” Great, even Kaito was feeling entertained by his predicament. “I can only imagine what they could be talking about when put together, especially for you to make such fascinating-” (Conan didn't like the way he said that) “-expressions. So, what's the topic?” He sounded much too nonchalant.
“I understand what you mean, Miyano,” Irish said. He was standing just behind Conan, making the boy feel paranoid. Probably on purpose. “Ya know, I thought I understood why Vermouth was so into this guy-” (here he pointed down toward the top of Conan's head with his index finger) “-when he tried to save me, but now I wonder if maybe…”
Conan resisted the urge to snarl. “Me.”
Irish bent over to peer closely at Conan's face, upside-down, wisps of blond hair brushing across Conan's cheek. “…maybe, Vermouth is a bit shotacon?”
He slammed his fists down on the table-he'd officially lost his appetite-as Irish jumped out of range with a smirk. Ignoring the father and son magicians cracking up on the ground, he ran outside, ready to find any random criminal (preferably a thief) that he could take his vexation out on.
A/N:
I’m having so much fun playing with dead people.
Fandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Characters: Edogawa Conan, Kuroba Kaito, Kuroba Toichi, Miyano Akemi, Irish
Pairing: none
Rating: K
Genre: Humor/Parody
Warnings: 13th movie
Author’s Note: So I was watching Raven Chaser for the nth time, and there was this part near the end where Conan looked so serious, but all I thought was cute! It's not really a spoiler for the movie, just for one of the characters who is included. It's kind of a similar idea to the Fourth Conspiracy, but it's from Conan's point of view and a completely different feeling! Then I decided on the other two characters, and that led to another character being in it... so here it is!
Disclaimer: All characters are copyright to their respective copyright holders.
Summary: Conan isn’t only able to see. He’s also able to hear. And the conversation he hears at the breakfast table…
“I don’t have pet peeves; I have whole kennels of irritation.”
-Whoopi Goldberg
Fifth Conspiracy
Expressions of Irritation
“I get what you mean; he does get into a lot of trouble… But just look at that face, Irish!”
Irish smirked, foreign features twisting with age. He was obviously amused, to the deep consternation of the subject.
Toichi had this look on his face, one that Shinichi had seen on his own father's far too often. He was amused too, damn him. “You're doting, Akemi-san.”
Akemi only grinned. She seemed to have taken it as a compliment. “Who wouldn't? He's so cute! And those glasses are so big for his face; I can't figure out if he's cuter with glasses or without.”
Conan frowned, taking another bite of rice and trying to tune out her irritating babbling. Who knew Haibara's sister could talk so much?
“Is something wrong?” Kaito asked. “You seem… distressed.”
“…so adorable!”
He choked on his breakfast, wishing he could be back to his usual size, if only so they would shut up.
“Ah!” Kaito exclaimed in realization, patting Conan's back. “Is someone talking to you?”
Conan glared, once again doing his best to not listen to the dead people. “Your father and Irish and Akemi-san are having a conversation.”
“Ho…” Great, even Kaito was feeling entertained by his predicament. “I can only imagine what they could be talking about when put together, especially for you to make such fascinating-” (Conan didn't like the way he said that) “-expressions. So, what's the topic?” He sounded much too nonchalant.
“I understand what you mean, Miyano,” Irish said. He was standing just behind Conan, making the boy feel paranoid. Probably on purpose. “Ya know, I thought I understood why Vermouth was so into this guy-” (here he pointed down toward the top of Conan's head with his index finger) “-when he tried to save me, but now I wonder if maybe…”
Conan resisted the urge to snarl. “Me.”
Irish bent over to peer closely at Conan's face, upside-down, wisps of blond hair brushing across Conan's cheek. “…maybe, Vermouth is a bit shotacon?”
He slammed his fists down on the table-he'd officially lost his appetite-as Irish jumped out of range with a smirk. Ignoring the father and son magicians cracking up on the ground, he ran outside, ready to find any random criminal (preferably a thief) that he could take his vexation out on.
A/N:
I’m having so much fun playing with dead people.