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[July 24] [Magic Kaitou/Detective Conan] Sunshine
Title : Sunshine
Author : Fyliwion
Theme/Day : July 24 Good like your laughter beside me
Fandom : Detective Conan/Magic Kaitou
Rating : G… because all it might give you is a toothache from the fluff
Disclaimer : Do I like Gosho? That’s what I thought…
I thought I could manage by myself. I knew what I’d gotten myself into the minute that I’d clambered into my Dad’s suit and taken off on the night sky. At first I’d kind of hoped that I wouldn’t have to keep this up, not alone.
‘Course then there was your birthday, and then those men kept showing up with more and more guns and the heists were getting ten times more elaborate.
It took time to get to Osaka and back. Time to do research on that exhibit in Okinawa and then come up with the mechanics, and then have to get myself out of the trouble I got into trying to steal the gem in the first place.
Once Kudo un-pintsized himself I really started to notice exactly how long it had been since we last talked. Since we last saw each other, and I missed you. I missed you more than I missed sleeping in my own bed, missed you more than having free time again. Missed you more than waking up a decent hour, and going to bed at four am because I wanted to, not because I had to take the long way home to make sure you’re Dad didn’t catch on my tail.
But life wasn’t bad. I love heists. I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to give up that feeling of flying above the city where no one can touch you. Helicopters might get close, but they don’t have the mobility a hand glider does.
Kudo’s parachute wasn’t bad, but that still never worked quite as well as my handglider which makes you forget you have any ties to the mortal world.
I’d forgotten though what “the good life” was.
I didn’t mind the one I was leading. It was filled with excitement, adventure, all the things I ever dreamed about as a KID. The audiences love me, they still love me, and my name (or at least my pseudonym) had taken its place in legend.
But then I see you and I meet up with you, and I realize that life isn’t about any of those things, and really I’d forgotten just how lonely I was. That all that had nothing on seeing you, being with you.
It was good… like you’re laughter beside me. Like the way you smiled when I said something that I hadn’t meant for you to hear. Like the way you blossomed each time I pull out a little trinket for you to wear, or a flower for you to admire.
When I finally beat them all. finally managed to find the gem that I’d begun to believe didn’t exist in any dimension. It was your smile, your laugh, your touch that made me give it all up.
Because I would have given up all that and more just to wake up beside you in the morning, and see your smile beaming back.
Author’s Note: This took like nearly no time… and it’s all sunshine and joy and happy sticky goodness… I guess the fic collection deserved one. And again… here’s a one time opportunity to see first person—which I don’t write… just to make that clear.
Author : Fyliwion
Theme/Day : July 24 Good like your laughter beside me
Fandom : Detective Conan/Magic Kaitou
Rating : G… because all it might give you is a toothache from the fluff
Disclaimer : Do I like Gosho? That’s what I thought…
I thought I could manage by myself. I knew what I’d gotten myself into the minute that I’d clambered into my Dad’s suit and taken off on the night sky. At first I’d kind of hoped that I wouldn’t have to keep this up, not alone.
‘Course then there was your birthday, and then those men kept showing up with more and more guns and the heists were getting ten times more elaborate.
It took time to get to Osaka and back. Time to do research on that exhibit in Okinawa and then come up with the mechanics, and then have to get myself out of the trouble I got into trying to steal the gem in the first place.
Once Kudo un-pintsized himself I really started to notice exactly how long it had been since we last talked. Since we last saw each other, and I missed you. I missed you more than I missed sleeping in my own bed, missed you more than having free time again. Missed you more than waking up a decent hour, and going to bed at four am because I wanted to, not because I had to take the long way home to make sure you’re Dad didn’t catch on my tail.
But life wasn’t bad. I love heists. I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to give up that feeling of flying above the city where no one can touch you. Helicopters might get close, but they don’t have the mobility a hand glider does.
Kudo’s parachute wasn’t bad, but that still never worked quite as well as my handglider which makes you forget you have any ties to the mortal world.
I’d forgotten though what “the good life” was.
I didn’t mind the one I was leading. It was filled with excitement, adventure, all the things I ever dreamed about as a KID. The audiences love me, they still love me, and my name (or at least my pseudonym) had taken its place in legend.
But then I see you and I meet up with you, and I realize that life isn’t about any of those things, and really I’d forgotten just how lonely I was. That all that had nothing on seeing you, being with you.
It was good… like you’re laughter beside me. Like the way you smiled when I said something that I hadn’t meant for you to hear. Like the way you blossomed each time I pull out a little trinket for you to wear, or a flower for you to admire.
When I finally beat them all. finally managed to find the gem that I’d begun to believe didn’t exist in any dimension. It was your smile, your laugh, your touch that made me give it all up.
Because I would have given up all that and more just to wake up beside you in the morning, and see your smile beaming back.
Author’s Note: This took like nearly no time… and it’s all sunshine and joy and happy sticky goodness… I guess the fic collection deserved one. And again… here’s a one time opportunity to see first person—which I don’t write… just to make that clear.