Kudo Shinichi/Mouri RanFandom:
All characters are the property of Gosho Aoyama. I claim none, I merely borrow them and dress them up in frilly smocks and make them dance to my ever-changing will like the puppets they are.
It was just another one of Those Days. You know, the ones that end in the letter y.
And once again, Shinichi was proving himself by earning a gold star in everyone’s favorite class, Escaping Death After Making Ran Mad 101. Well, he had royally pissed Ran off in one of the usual ways—this time, it was insulting her father’s (questionable) intelligence. Not hard to do, but she had rather taken offense. To the extreme.
And so she retaliated in the way she did best when he got her this angry. With her fists a-flying.
It was pure reflex by now, part of their routine. He did something stupid, and she let him have it, and then life went on as normal until the next go-around. However, this time something happened that she had not anticipated, and thus could not protect against.
Shinichi changed the Rules.
Rather than the usual duck and cover and run for his life, he actually reached out and caught her wrist. He made it look effortless, but she could actually feel his muscles tensing as he pushed back, his strength against hers before he suddenly spun around—
—keeping his grip on her arm. Ran was dragged along for the ride; she flipped neatly over Shinichi’s shoulder, flying head over heels to somehow land painlessly on the floor. And there, she found her arms pinned to the carpet beside her head.
She was too stunned to put up much of a struggle until well after she was flat on her back on the ground. Shinichi never fought back; he had never dared to challenge her when she was in an ass-kicky mood. In the past, he had always just dodged.
But now Shinichi was leaning over her, holding her wrists and smirking. Oh, how she longed to wipe that smug little smirk right off of his face, oh yes she did! Instead she simply growled and tried valiantly to free her hands with the intention of decking him.
He held on. “Aww, what’s the matter?” he grinned.
After a minute of tugging, she became very still, and simply glowered at him.
“Weren’t expecting that, were you?” Shinichi teased, ignoring the heated glare she was leveling at him. How he ignored it, no one really knows, considering that it was a Look that could have probably killed small animals. “Well, I’ve never actually challenged you before when you come after me like that, so I figured I’d prove to you that I’m not totally defenseless.”
“Shinichi, let go,” she ordered in a voice that was far too calm. Translation: bad sign.
But Shinichi was far braver than most, or he simply trusted that she wasn’t actually going to kill him. “Why? I kinda like this,” he said mischievously. “I think we should stay like this for a while.”
She wasn’t quite
sure what he was referring to, but it was at that point that she became acutely aware of just how they were sprawled out. She was flat on her back on the floor, and Shinichi was holding her wrists, pinning them to the carpet by her head. To keep her effectively pinned, though, he was sort of laying across her stomach…yeah, he was on top of her.
Enter full three-alarm blush.
“Ah, she notices,” he actually leered.
“Shinichi, get off,” Ran ordered again; her voice jumped about an octave in pitch. Meanwhile, her mind was racing, thinking of all the bad things that could and would happen should her father come home in the middle of this particular scene. And he seriously wasn’t moving, and even though she knew he wouldn’t actually do anything, panic was starting to set in.
Though she wasn’t quite sure if she was freaking out at the way they were situated, or at the fact that the extremely close proximity was sending flurries of—of something
dancing around in her stomach. Those weren’t butterflies, those had to be full-grown vultures or something!
“Aww, but this is so comfortable…” he whined.
Ran officially began to panic—still unsure as to exactly what her motivation for freaking out what—and she began struggling again as she yelled at him. “I swear to God, Shinichi, get off! I swear when I get my hands on you I’ll—mmph!”
Still holding her wrists, he dipped his head and silenced her in a way that only he could.
For a minute, Ran forgot her situation, forgot the awkwardness of their current position, forgot that he had actually dared to fight back when he so obviously deserved the beating she was going to dish out to him. She had something new to focus on now.
Between the fact that he was kissing her and the way that he was currently pressed against her, Ran could no longer think. It was amazing—he was the only one who had ever had that particular effect on her. He had a power over her that no one else had ever had. And she loved it, sometimes in spite of herself.
And then he pulled back…and let her go. It took her a minute to regain control of herself, not to mention quickly bury the strange twitch of disappointment. In that minute while she was still slightly out-of-it, he had released her, gotten back on his own feet, and was now offering her a hand up.
She hesitated, half-expecting another trick, but finally accepted the proffered assistance, and was back on her own feet in record time. She stared at him with wide eyes, willing her breathing and heart to return to their normal, steady rates.
“I was just kidding,” he smiled, not letting go of her hand.
After a moment of processing, she smiled back, tentatively.
For a moment, they simply looked at each other, hand in hand, smiling like morons.
Then reality came back from its coffee break, looked at the scene, said ‘hell, no!’ and went back to work. Shinichi turned and tore out of the room; Ran was hot on his heels, hollering death threats, wishes of extreme pain, and promises of unspecified torture as she chased him. Back to their little ritual.PS. And so it goes, and so it goes…just a short one this time. The scene amused me to no end. Hope you enjoyed it. Also, I’m sort of thinking that I might (key word: MIGHT) try and write an extra story for this challenge. One story, all thirty themes. It would be a total crack-fic, I promise you. So there might be thirty-one chapters to this. Not sure yet, but considering it, just to be silly.