Forced Smiles
Fandom/Pairing: Un•Go [boy!Inga/Kazamori]
Prompt: Gen. In which they prank Shinjuurou and give him hell for kicks (or because they think he needs to lighten up)
A/N: Didn't do Gen, but whatever. How can you say no to a little romance?
Forced Smiles
“Okay then!” Inga grinned widely as he approached the young Kazamori. “It's official today!”
“What's official?” the last RAI asked, in her usual monotonous tone.
“Today is Mission: Make 'The Defeated Detective' Laugh!”
“Objective Number One,” Inga whispered in a grave and serious voice, peering from behind the corner of the wall as he watched his partner study the several casebooks thrown about his coffee table. “Force candy in mouth!”
Kazamori crouched below him, peeking slightly from the hallway as she considered watching this game for the mere purpose of gaining information and analyzing Inga's adventure.
“Will candy make a human like Shinjuurou laugh?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” Inga placed his hand on her shoulder in excitement. “Candy makes me laugh and I'm not human at all!”
“Correct. But you also laugh excessively,” Kazamori noted, turning around to inform him. But of course, Inga would not be Inga without being impulsive.
“What are you doing?!”
“Eat this, Shinjuurou! Eat, eat, eat!” the demonic boy giggled, feeding his partner by practically shoving an entire handful of various sugar-filled treats into the man's mouth. Inga's eyes were wide and anxious, eager to see the results of his work, laughter already infecting his own self in small amounts. He sat on the coffee table, on top of all those books and crumbled sheets of paper with chicken-scratch writing, waiting for Shinjuurou to make that one single sound.
The only sound Shinjuurou made was the hectic gasps and near-death choking he had been randomly forced under in the middle of his day. Pounding his chest to cough up any threats to his stomach, he watched his partner with a close eye. Inga was coming down from his high, which was merely his over-the-bar expectations he held for every mystery case he witnessed. The boy walked away before Shinjuurou could even manage to catch his breath long enough to shout after him.
Kazamori crossed her arms and stood behind the wall, waiting for the young boy to pass by. Inga looked down, completely bummed by his failed experiment. She watched him pout and pretend to kick an invisible rock with his dirty, black shoes. She tapped him on the shoulder, to simply advise him on a better strategy. He was two steps ahead.
“I know what I should do!” Inga grinned from ear to ear with that menacing giggle caught behind his bright smile.
“Ok, Shinjuurou!” Inga declared, his tiny body standing proud on the narrow rail of the small bridge. “This will be the most important question you'll have to ask yourself!”
The detective glanced up from his newspaper, coming to the conclusion that Inga was simply on another one of his ridiculous antics.
“Are you ready, Shinjuurou?” Inga leaned closer to his partner's face, eyes glaring intently. “Why did... the chicken cross the road?”
“Hm?”
“To get to the other side! Ahahaha!” Inga bawled out laughing, holding his sides as he easily balanced himself on the rail. “Isn't that funny, Shinjuurou? You get it, right? The chicken killed himself!” the wild boy coupled over, falling off the rail as he clutched himself in his cackling.
“Hmm...” Shinjuurou folded his paper, tucking it beneath his arm. “Why would he choose to commit suicide by crossing the road? That wouldn't be the best choice. For a chicken to find a road with speeding cars, he would have to travel to a widely populated city. A chicken is usually raised on a farm in the country, where the streets are probably empty with only one passing car per day. So he would probably have to walk a long journey before getting to a busy street. There are plenty of ways to die on a farm, even for a chicken-”
“Shinjuurou,” the boy peered at him with both irritation and disappointment. “Just stop.”
Inga walked away from his second failed attempt, frowning that his partner had no sense of humor. He pondered if maybe he was going about things in the wrong way. He looked up from his path to see Kazamori standing before him with a stick in her hand. He watched her try to fish from the side of the bridge, having no prize to boast about from the past hour.
“Kazamori. You don't think Shinjuurou might secretly be a sadist?”
“This plan is doomed to fail.”
Inga giggled behind a coy hand. “Even if it does, I'll still have fun!”
Kazamori glanced at him, standing by his side at the top of the stairs. Inga peered over the siderail of the stairs, leaning over more than necessary with that goofy grin on his face, waiting for the moment to take his plan to action.
“He's coming! He's coming!”
Kazamori took one step behind the boy and shoved him with both hands. Inga went tumbling down the staircase, a racket of noise echoing the quiet house as he rolled at the bottom to Shinjuurou's feet. The boy laid there on the carpet, looking at his partner from upside down, biting his bottom lip to suppress the excitement he had from such a game.
The Defeated Detective glanced down without so much an expression. “Don't run in the halls.”
“Why? Why? Why?” Inga pulled on his panda hat, covering his eyes as he widely kicked his legs in frustration. Kazamori dangled her own slender legs off the edge of the dock, sitting close to the pouting boy as the orange sun faded behind the crest of the lake.
“Kazamori.”
“Hm?”
“What makes you laugh?” Inga glanced at her from behind his fleece hood.
“...I can't answer that. I've never experienced it.”
Inga was silent in disbelief, thinking she was simply avoiding to answer or that she was deprived as much as Shinjuurou.
“You smile, right? Like this!” Inga used his hands to stretch his large grin from ear to ear, a small giggle escaping.
“I've also never experienced it.”
“Aw...You guys are so boring!” Inga shouted in frustration.
Kazamori glanced at him, then back to the settling sun. “If this helps, by analyzing other civilians, I've noticed laughs are naturally expressed with many inside jokes. It's possible you told the wrong joke.”
“Inside joke? There are jokes inside souls?!”
“Yes. Like a secret.”
“I love secrets! I have a secret too, Kazamori!” Inga grinned with large, hopeful eyes.
“What is your-”
A tiny wet spot on her cheek suddenly met the brisk cool air that surrounded them.
“Hey! You're smiling! So it's a start.”
Prompt: Gen. In which they prank Shinjuurou and give him hell for kicks (or because they think he needs to lighten up)
A/N: Didn't do Gen, but whatever. How can you say no to a little romance?
Forced Smiles
“Okay then!” Inga grinned widely as he approached the young Kazamori. “It's official today!”
“What's official?” the last RAI asked, in her usual monotonous tone.
“Today is Mission: Make 'The Defeated Detective' Laugh!”
“Objective Number One,” Inga whispered in a grave and serious voice, peering from behind the corner of the wall as he watched his partner study the several casebooks thrown about his coffee table. “Force candy in mouth!”
Kazamori crouched below him, peeking slightly from the hallway as she considered watching this game for the mere purpose of gaining information and analyzing Inga's adventure.
“Will candy make a human like Shinjuurou laugh?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” Inga placed his hand on her shoulder in excitement. “Candy makes me laugh and I'm not human at all!”
“Correct. But you also laugh excessively,” Kazamori noted, turning around to inform him. But of course, Inga would not be Inga without being impulsive.
“What are you doing?!”
“Eat this, Shinjuurou! Eat, eat, eat!” the demonic boy giggled, feeding his partner by practically shoving an entire handful of various sugar-filled treats into the man's mouth. Inga's eyes were wide and anxious, eager to see the results of his work, laughter already infecting his own self in small amounts. He sat on the coffee table, on top of all those books and crumbled sheets of paper with chicken-scratch writing, waiting for Shinjuurou to make that one single sound.
The only sound Shinjuurou made was the hectic gasps and near-death choking he had been randomly forced under in the middle of his day. Pounding his chest to cough up any threats to his stomach, he watched his partner with a close eye. Inga was coming down from his high, which was merely his over-the-bar expectations he held for every mystery case he witnessed. The boy walked away before Shinjuurou could even manage to catch his breath long enough to shout after him.
Kazamori crossed her arms and stood behind the wall, waiting for the young boy to pass by. Inga looked down, completely bummed by his failed experiment. She watched him pout and pretend to kick an invisible rock with his dirty, black shoes. She tapped him on the shoulder, to simply advise him on a better strategy. He was two steps ahead.
“I know what I should do!” Inga grinned from ear to ear with that menacing giggle caught behind his bright smile.
“Ok, Shinjuurou!” Inga declared, his tiny body standing proud on the narrow rail of the small bridge. “This will be the most important question you'll have to ask yourself!”
The detective glanced up from his newspaper, coming to the conclusion that Inga was simply on another one of his ridiculous antics.
“Are you ready, Shinjuurou?” Inga leaned closer to his partner's face, eyes glaring intently. “Why did... the chicken cross the road?”
“Hm?”
“To get to the other side! Ahahaha!” Inga bawled out laughing, holding his sides as he easily balanced himself on the rail. “Isn't that funny, Shinjuurou? You get it, right? The chicken killed himself!” the wild boy coupled over, falling off the rail as he clutched himself in his cackling.
“Hmm...” Shinjuurou folded his paper, tucking it beneath his arm. “Why would he choose to commit suicide by crossing the road? That wouldn't be the best choice. For a chicken to find a road with speeding cars, he would have to travel to a widely populated city. A chicken is usually raised on a farm in the country, where the streets are probably empty with only one passing car per day. So he would probably have to walk a long journey before getting to a busy street. There are plenty of ways to die on a farm, even for a chicken-”
“Shinjuurou,” the boy peered at him with both irritation and disappointment. “Just stop.”
Inga walked away from his second failed attempt, frowning that his partner had no sense of humor. He pondered if maybe he was going about things in the wrong way. He looked up from his path to see Kazamori standing before him with a stick in her hand. He watched her try to fish from the side of the bridge, having no prize to boast about from the past hour.
“Kazamori. You don't think Shinjuurou might secretly be a sadist?”
“This plan is doomed to fail.”
Inga giggled behind a coy hand. “Even if it does, I'll still have fun!”
Kazamori glanced at him, standing by his side at the top of the stairs. Inga peered over the siderail of the stairs, leaning over more than necessary with that goofy grin on his face, waiting for the moment to take his plan to action.
“He's coming! He's coming!”
Kazamori took one step behind the boy and shoved him with both hands. Inga went tumbling down the staircase, a racket of noise echoing the quiet house as he rolled at the bottom to Shinjuurou's feet. The boy laid there on the carpet, looking at his partner from upside down, biting his bottom lip to suppress the excitement he had from such a game.
The Defeated Detective glanced down without so much an expression. “Don't run in the halls.”
“Why? Why? Why?” Inga pulled on his panda hat, covering his eyes as he widely kicked his legs in frustration. Kazamori dangled her own slender legs off the edge of the dock, sitting close to the pouting boy as the orange sun faded behind the crest of the lake.
“Kazamori.”
“Hm?”
“What makes you laugh?” Inga glanced at her from behind his fleece hood.
“...I can't answer that. I've never experienced it.”
Inga was silent in disbelief, thinking she was simply avoiding to answer or that she was deprived as much as Shinjuurou.
“You smile, right? Like this!” Inga used his hands to stretch his large grin from ear to ear, a small giggle escaping.
“I've also never experienced it.”
“Aw...You guys are so boring!” Inga shouted in frustration.
Kazamori glanced at him, then back to the settling sun. “If this helps, by analyzing other civilians, I've noticed laughs are naturally expressed with many inside jokes. It's possible you told the wrong joke.”
“Inside joke? There are jokes inside souls?!”
“Yes. Like a secret.”
“I love secrets! I have a secret too, Kazamori!” Inga grinned with large, hopeful eyes.
“What is your-”
A tiny wet spot on her cheek suddenly met the brisk cool air that surrounded them.
“Hey! You're smiling! So it's a start.”