Fanfiction
Title: Desparado
Fandom: Detective Conan / Yu-Gi-Oh!
Characters: Solomon Mutou, Conan Edogawa, Simon Greaves (OC)
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
“Ah, Mr. Greaves. We thought it might be you out here.”
“Hey Solomon. Come see what I found.” Greaves beckoned him over to the jeep and, upon prompting, Solomon looked inside. And blinked in surprise. A young child wrapped in a dusty red cloak was splayed out across the back seat, breathing deep and even in the sleep of the exhausted.
“Dare I ask?”
“Saw him walking along a ways over there,” said Greaves, gesturing out across the dunes. “All on his own, poor kid. Said he hadn’t eaten in three days - and he was out of water. Not sure if he’s got any family; I didn’t have the chance to ask. He’s bloody exhausted, though.”
“Hmm,” said Solomon thoughtfully. “In that case, I believe it would be best to not wake him. I shall move him to the truck while you get this infernal machine hooked up.”
“Okay. Hey, uh, is Annie still-“
“She is still rather upset with you, but I believe it is more due to wounded pride than anger.” Solomon levelled a serious look in the young man’s direction. “I believe an apology would be best.”
“Cool. Uh… I’ll get the jeep hooked up then.”
Surprisingly, the boy did not wake when Solomon moved him - it was when the truck stopped at the lodgings with a jerk that he roused himself, sitting up and blinking sleepily.
“Whozawazzit…buh?”
Solomon could not help but chuckle. The boy sounded just like his daughter did upon waking. The little boy sat up sharply, looking at him warily through his large glasses.
“Where’s Simon-san?”
“Mr Greaves is probably in the jeep,” said Solomon gently. “I had to give him a tow.”
“Oh…” said the boy, some of the suspicion vanishing from his gaze. “Are you an archaeologist as well?”
“Yes I am. Solomon Mutou, expert on all things Egyptian, at your service.”
“Huh… Egypt. I thought I was still in Libya…”
Still in Libya? Solomon was worried at the disconsolate tone in the boy’s voice - what could have happened to make the child so distant, so uncaring about what country he was in?
“May I have your name?”
“Ah, sorry… I’m Conan.”
“Conan… A singular name, to be sure.”
“My parents were fans of Sherlock Holmes.”
Solomon nodded, but didn’t really understand the reference. The boy explained, almost as if he had read his thoughts, grinning slightly.
“Sir Arthur Conan Doyle wrote the Sherlock Holmes books. I was named after him.”
“Ah, I see. Well, it looks as if Mr Greaves has unhooked the jeep. Would you like to come with me while I park this contraption, or would you prefer to wait with him?”
“Can I come with you, Ojisan?”
“Certainly,” said Solomon as he started the engine. So Conan was Japanese, or had a least spent time there. He had wondered, but with that dark tan and unusual name he had been hesitant to say anything. Rather puzzling… The truck came to halt with a jerk as Solomon braked, causing Conan to slide forwards and nearly fall off of the seat.
“My apologies, Conan. Most of these things are falling apart…” he trailed off slightly, not wanting to bother the boy with tales of the hardships of a third-rate dig expedition. He really needed to find a better way to fund these things…
“S’okay.”
“Shall we go then?”
Solomon got out and turned around, offering his hand to Conan to help him down. The cab was rather high and if he had problems getting out, Conan was sure to. The boy scrambled over the gearshift and stood up on the driver’s seat, looking at the distance to the ground before grinning at Solomon and jumping into the air. Solomon had to hastily brace himself to catch the flying boy, but managed to do so without incident, scolding words on his lips halted by the innocent beaming grin on the boy’s face.
He turned to go back to the tents with Conan in his arms, aiming for the kitchen-tent. The little boy was so light - he obviously hadn’t been lying when he had claimed to not have eaten for three days, but Solomon suspected that he had been eating sparingly even before then.
“Ojisan?”
Solomon shook himself out of his thoughts, looking down at wide blue, slightly pleading eyes. “Yes, Conan?”
“I’m hungry.”
“Well then, shall we find you something to eat?”
“Yay!”
Solomon laughed, glad to hear the childish tones from a boy who he suspected had had to grow up much too quickly.
Fandom: Detective Conan / Yu-Gi-Oh!
Characters: Solomon Mutou, Conan Edogawa, Simon Greaves (OC)
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
“Ah, Mr. Greaves. We thought it might be you out here.”
“Hey Solomon. Come see what I found.” Greaves beckoned him over to the jeep and, upon prompting, Solomon looked inside. And blinked in surprise. A young child wrapped in a dusty red cloak was splayed out across the back seat, breathing deep and even in the sleep of the exhausted.
“Dare I ask?”
“Saw him walking along a ways over there,” said Greaves, gesturing out across the dunes. “All on his own, poor kid. Said he hadn’t eaten in three days - and he was out of water. Not sure if he’s got any family; I didn’t have the chance to ask. He’s bloody exhausted, though.”
“Hmm,” said Solomon thoughtfully. “In that case, I believe it would be best to not wake him. I shall move him to the truck while you get this infernal machine hooked up.”
“Okay. Hey, uh, is Annie still-“
“She is still rather upset with you, but I believe it is more due to wounded pride than anger.” Solomon levelled a serious look in the young man’s direction. “I believe an apology would be best.”
“Cool. Uh… I’ll get the jeep hooked up then.”
Surprisingly, the boy did not wake when Solomon moved him - it was when the truck stopped at the lodgings with a jerk that he roused himself, sitting up and blinking sleepily.
“Whozawazzit…buh?”
Solomon could not help but chuckle. The boy sounded just like his daughter did upon waking. The little boy sat up sharply, looking at him warily through his large glasses.
“Where’s Simon-san?”
“Mr Greaves is probably in the jeep,” said Solomon gently. “I had to give him a tow.”
“Oh…” said the boy, some of the suspicion vanishing from his gaze. “Are you an archaeologist as well?”
“Yes I am. Solomon Mutou, expert on all things Egyptian, at your service.”
“Huh… Egypt. I thought I was still in Libya…”
Still in Libya? Solomon was worried at the disconsolate tone in the boy’s voice - what could have happened to make the child so distant, so uncaring about what country he was in?
“May I have your name?”
“Ah, sorry… I’m Conan.”
“Conan… A singular name, to be sure.”
“My parents were fans of Sherlock Holmes.”
Solomon nodded, but didn’t really understand the reference. The boy explained, almost as if he had read his thoughts, grinning slightly.
“Sir Arthur Conan Doyle wrote the Sherlock Holmes books. I was named after him.”
“Ah, I see. Well, it looks as if Mr Greaves has unhooked the jeep. Would you like to come with me while I park this contraption, or would you prefer to wait with him?”
“Can I come with you, Ojisan?”
“Certainly,” said Solomon as he started the engine. So Conan was Japanese, or had a least spent time there. He had wondered, but with that dark tan and unusual name he had been hesitant to say anything. Rather puzzling… The truck came to halt with a jerk as Solomon braked, causing Conan to slide forwards and nearly fall off of the seat.
“My apologies, Conan. Most of these things are falling apart…” he trailed off slightly, not wanting to bother the boy with tales of the hardships of a third-rate dig expedition. He really needed to find a better way to fund these things…
“S’okay.”
“Shall we go then?”
Solomon got out and turned around, offering his hand to Conan to help him down. The cab was rather high and if he had problems getting out, Conan was sure to. The boy scrambled over the gearshift and stood up on the driver’s seat, looking at the distance to the ground before grinning at Solomon and jumping into the air. Solomon had to hastily brace himself to catch the flying boy, but managed to do so without incident, scolding words on his lips halted by the innocent beaming grin on the boy’s face.
He turned to go back to the tents with Conan in his arms, aiming for the kitchen-tent. The little boy was so light - he obviously hadn’t been lying when he had claimed to not have eaten for three days, but Solomon suspected that he had been eating sparingly even before then.
“Ojisan?”
Solomon shook himself out of his thoughts, looking down at wide blue, slightly pleading eyes. “Yes, Conan?”
“I’m hungry.”
“Well then, shall we find you something to eat?”
“Yay!”
Solomon laughed, glad to hear the childish tones from a boy who he suspected had had to grow up much too quickly.