31_days | [March 18, 2008] [Detective Conan/Case Closed] Restlessness and fussing

Title: Restlessness and fussing

Day/Theme: March 18: Word chains

Series: Detective Conan/Case Closed

Character/Pairing: Shinichi/Ran

Rating: PG/K plus

Ran felt restless. She attributed it to the many cans of tea she’d consumed since arriving at the hospital. She wanted to fuss over someone. She’d tried to fuss over Shinichi, but he was recovering from his surgery, and the doctors were reluctant to let anyone who wasn’t family through to sit with him.

And so she’d taken to becoming the stewardess. Again. It seemed that no one had taken up her mantle while she slept, and they were only too happy to make her get up in their stead. She’d fetched a crossword puzzle for her mother, a new pillow for her father, another round of tea for everyone, and a bag of unidentifiable chips for Heiji; and then Shinichi’s parents had arrived. Ran was ultimately grateful for this. Because Yukiko kept the nurses on their toes, and she yelled at anyone who wouldn’t let her have her way. And when Ran meekly requested to see how Shinichi was doing, Yukiko got it done.

Shinichi was asleep. And not in need of fussing. But Ran was content to sit at his bedside, musing about him. She had to think, after all. About the fact that he was really Conan. Or the fact that he’d been shot. And Ran’s mind had been running in circles around this since she’d arrived at the hospital and threatened Heiji for all the details. Heiji himself didn’t look too much worse for the wear, insisting he’d gotten some sleep while everyone else was arriving, and that whatever the hell he’d been doing with Shinichi that had gotten the latter shot wasn’t so bad that he himself needed medical attention. She’d bullied a nurse into checking him over anyway.

Ran had gathered the initial information, tuning out the rest. If she had questions, she was determined to ask them to Shinichi. There was an Organization; a mysterious order that wore black like ravens. And they’d crossed paths with Shinichi. And he’d come out of the meeting as Conan. And now, he’d been shot trying to bring his fate to justice. Boys.

“You know, just sitting here worrying about him isn’t doing any good.”

Ran turned, surprised to see her mother standing in the doorway.

“I’m serious. All you’ll get for your trouble is wrinkles. And those aren’t attractive in a girl your age.”

Ran smiled, and Eri came forward, handing Ran the little crossword book she’d been working on. “Here. You need this more than I do.”

Ran was surprised when she sat down in the little chair next to her own. “Mom…” she said, unsure of how to continue.

“I’m taking over your job. So you can distract yourself. Go on.”

Ran smiled, opening the little book to a new puzzle. She laughed aloud when she penned down her first answer; ‘The name of the novelist who invented Sherlock Holmes.’

-O-

A U T H O R S N O T E

(dies now) Kaythanksbye

O.O

That was obvious! That was somewhat pointless! That was…short… I LOVED IT!!

(cue laughter)

~Ayaia