[fic] -- "Kidnapped!"
Title: Kidnapped!
Pairing: none
Rating: PG
Genre: General, Crossover
Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran, Detective Conan, or any of their characters.
Summary: ...Doesn’t the title say it all?
Dedicated to sciathan_file, who wanted a Detective Conan/Ouran crossover with “kidnapping” as a prompt.
Because the bunnies decided that they didn’t want to just multiply, they wanted to multiply exponentially, her birthday gift will be in three parts:
Kidnapped!
Bear-napped!
Kid...Nap?
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It really depended on the situation. Really. Because between everyday occurrences of improbable things happening and the chaotic mess known as Life, no one was really sure if the people around them were going crazy or whatnot.
Circumstance
“Kidnapped!”
By Hikagi
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Kudou Shinichi, now widely known as Edogawa Conan due to an unfortunate incident with a shady organization and the (forced) consumption of a less-than-legal drug, thought that the day was turning out rather boring with the lack of activity in Mouri’s Detective Agency. Occhan had already drunk himself into a stupor, wailing a tuneless melody along to the words of “Yoooooko-chan, Yoooko-chaaaaan,” in time (more or less) to the swaying of his chair.
Shinichi estimated that in about forty seconds, the middle-aged man was going to finish his third can of beer and yell at Ran to bring him another. This was going to be followed by a short lecture from the high school girl about her father’s lack of control and how drinking (and smoking) were really bad for his health, and didn’t he know that second-hand smoke was really harmful to young children’s lungs?
‘Yes,’ Shinichi thought, trying not to roll his eyes, ‘rather boring.’
After Ran’s lecture, Occhan would most probably find himself another pack of cigarettes in his drawers and get himself another can or two from the small refrigerator in his office. And then he’d watch the rest of Okino Yokou’s show in the same manner before rewinding the tape (Shinichi lost track of how many shows Mouri taped) and re-watching some of the finer points again.
Ah, right on cue. Mouri Kogorou belched loudly in satisfaction as he finished this third beer and swiveled his chair in Ran’s direction...
“Detective - is Detective Mouri here?”
...Only to fall off when someone frantically wrenched open the office door in a hurry and nearly ran into the couch. Ran went to help the young, distressed individual, making soft, soothing noises to hopefully calm him down.
“Um, this is Mouri’s Detective Agency. How can I help you, sir?”
“T-this is a matter of great urgency,” the man replied, frantically clutching at his blond hair. “Tell him that I must see him at once.”
“I am his daughter, Mouri Ran. If you would have a seat...” She directed the handsome man around the couch, pushing aside a few newspapers and magazines.
“No time, no time!” the stranger wailed, despair evident in his voice. “My daughter - my daughter’s been kidnapped!”
‘Daughter?’ Shinichi quirked, taking another look at the person. There was no way that was possible - the man didn’t look old enough to have had a kid.
Ran was thinking along the same lines, because she gave the stranger a questioning look. “Daughter?”
“H-haruhi. She’s gone. I don’t know where to.” With this, he quailed and wailed (Shinichi wondered if that was all the man was capable of doing) again. “What if some horrible, despicable loan shark has made coerced her into borrowing money at an insanely high interest rate? What’s a father to do?”
He buried his face in his hands and dropped his head to his knees, all the while muttering something indistinguishable. Shinichi made a short mental list of what he could deduce from the man’s physical characteristics.
He was obviously a foreigner; or if not a foreigner, only partially Japanese. The blond hair and blue eyes gave that away instantly - not to mention his height (Shinichi guessed it to be somewhere around a hundred eighty centimeters), and curious accent (which by all means, was leaps and bounds better than Jodie-sensei’s, but still wasn’t perfect... and was it just him, or did it vaguely sound like the way French people spoke?).In a way, this man reminded him of Hakuba Saguru during the brief instances when they had been involved in the same cases…only, without all the gibbering.
He was also obviously very, very rich - probably near the scale that Suzuki Sonoko was.
Shinichi made his way around the room to get a better look at their prospective client, when he heard a sharp knock on the door.
“I’ll get it!” he cried in his “child’s” voice, and reluctantly dropped his curiosity for the time being.
“How can I help y-”
The door revealed another tall man with an irritated look on his face. For an instant, Shinichi froze in his spot as Gin’s image overlapped the stranger’s, but it quickly faded away. Nevertheless, Shinichi backed up slowly and watched as the new-comer took a few steps inside.
“Ahem. I’m looking for someone. I believe he might have barged in unnecessarily and interrupted your business.”
Everyone else in the room turned around when they heard another person’s voice at the door, and saw the impeccably-dressed man waiting.
“Tamaki,” the scowling man said, impatiently.
The man known as Tamaki abruptly started and sat up straight on the couch.
“Kyouya,” the blond man greeted.
“I think you went a little too far this time.” He pushed up his glasses so that they sat a little higher on the bridge of his nose. “Haruhi’s up in the mountains, enjoying the hot springs.”
“...Haruhi...?”
A tic appeared on Kyouya’s forehead. “Hot springs,” he repeated, as if speaking to a child, or a particularly dumb person.
“Not kidnapped?”
“...No.”
Well, Shinichi mused. At least things weren’t quite so boring anymore...
Fin...?
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Happy Belated Birthday, Sci!
I'll try to see if I can make the other two bunnies work...
x-posted to
ouranhostclub and FFN.
Circumstance is a collection of Ouran shots and occaisional crossover. Previous chapters can be found here.
~ Ika
Pairing: none
Rating: PG
Genre: General, Crossover
Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran, Detective Conan, or any of their characters.
Summary: ...Doesn’t the title say it all?
Dedicated to sciathan_file, who wanted a Detective Conan/Ouran crossover with “kidnapping” as a prompt.
Because the bunnies decided that they didn’t want to just multiply, they wanted to multiply exponentially, her birthday gift will be in three parts:
Kidnapped!
Bear-napped!
Kid...Nap?
--------------------------------------------------
It really depended on the situation. Really. Because between everyday occurrences of improbable things happening and the chaotic mess known as Life, no one was really sure if the people around them were going crazy or whatnot.
Circumstance
“Kidnapped!”
By Hikagi
--------------------------------------------------
Kudou Shinichi, now widely known as Edogawa Conan due to an unfortunate incident with a shady organization and the (forced) consumption of a less-than-legal drug, thought that the day was turning out rather boring with the lack of activity in Mouri’s Detective Agency. Occhan had already drunk himself into a stupor, wailing a tuneless melody along to the words of “Yoooooko-chan, Yoooko-chaaaaan,” in time (more or less) to the swaying of his chair.
Shinichi estimated that in about forty seconds, the middle-aged man was going to finish his third can of beer and yell at Ran to bring him another. This was going to be followed by a short lecture from the high school girl about her father’s lack of control and how drinking (and smoking) were really bad for his health, and didn’t he know that second-hand smoke was really harmful to young children’s lungs?
‘Yes,’ Shinichi thought, trying not to roll his eyes, ‘rather boring.’
After Ran’s lecture, Occhan would most probably find himself another pack of cigarettes in his drawers and get himself another can or two from the small refrigerator in his office. And then he’d watch the rest of Okino Yokou’s show in the same manner before rewinding the tape (Shinichi lost track of how many shows Mouri taped) and re-watching some of the finer points again.
Ah, right on cue. Mouri Kogorou belched loudly in satisfaction as he finished this third beer and swiveled his chair in Ran’s direction...
“Detective - is Detective Mouri here?”
...Only to fall off when someone frantically wrenched open the office door in a hurry and nearly ran into the couch. Ran went to help the young, distressed individual, making soft, soothing noises to hopefully calm him down.
“Um, this is Mouri’s Detective Agency. How can I help you, sir?”
“T-this is a matter of great urgency,” the man replied, frantically clutching at his blond hair. “Tell him that I must see him at once.”
“I am his daughter, Mouri Ran. If you would have a seat...” She directed the handsome man around the couch, pushing aside a few newspapers and magazines.
“No time, no time!” the stranger wailed, despair evident in his voice. “My daughter - my daughter’s been kidnapped!”
‘Daughter?’ Shinichi quirked, taking another look at the person. There was no way that was possible - the man didn’t look old enough to have had a kid.
Ran was thinking along the same lines, because she gave the stranger a questioning look. “Daughter?”
“H-haruhi. She’s gone. I don’t know where to.” With this, he quailed and wailed (Shinichi wondered if that was all the man was capable of doing) again. “What if some horrible, despicable loan shark has made coerced her into borrowing money at an insanely high interest rate? What’s a father to do?”
He buried his face in his hands and dropped his head to his knees, all the while muttering something indistinguishable. Shinichi made a short mental list of what he could deduce from the man’s physical characteristics.
He was obviously a foreigner; or if not a foreigner, only partially Japanese. The blond hair and blue eyes gave that away instantly - not to mention his height (Shinichi guessed it to be somewhere around a hundred eighty centimeters), and curious accent (which by all means, was leaps and bounds better than Jodie-sensei’s, but still wasn’t perfect... and was it just him, or did it vaguely sound like the way French people spoke?).In a way, this man reminded him of Hakuba Saguru during the brief instances when they had been involved in the same cases…only, without all the gibbering.
He was also obviously very, very rich - probably near the scale that Suzuki Sonoko was.
Shinichi made his way around the room to get a better look at their prospective client, when he heard a sharp knock on the door.
“I’ll get it!” he cried in his “child’s” voice, and reluctantly dropped his curiosity for the time being.
“How can I help y-”
The door revealed another tall man with an irritated look on his face. For an instant, Shinichi froze in his spot as Gin’s image overlapped the stranger’s, but it quickly faded away. Nevertheless, Shinichi backed up slowly and watched as the new-comer took a few steps inside.
“Ahem. I’m looking for someone. I believe he might have barged in unnecessarily and interrupted your business.”
Everyone else in the room turned around when they heard another person’s voice at the door, and saw the impeccably-dressed man waiting.
“Tamaki,” the scowling man said, impatiently.
The man known as Tamaki abruptly started and sat up straight on the couch.
“Kyouya,” the blond man greeted.
“I think you went a little too far this time.” He pushed up his glasses so that they sat a little higher on the bridge of his nose. “Haruhi’s up in the mountains, enjoying the hot springs.”
“...Haruhi...?”
A tic appeared on Kyouya’s forehead. “Hot springs,” he repeated, as if speaking to a child, or a particularly dumb person.
“Not kidnapped?”
“...No.”
Well, Shinichi mused. At least things weren’t quite so boring anymore...
Fin...?
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Happy Belated Birthday, Sci!
I'll try to see if I can make the other two bunnies work...
x-posted to
ouranhostclub and FFN.
Circumstance is a collection of Ouran shots and occaisional crossover. Previous chapters can be found here.
~ Ika