[fic] DC: Authour Insertion
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ickaimpHappy Birthday Kudo Shin'ichi/Edogawa Conan!!!
Yeah, it's the 3rd here, but as Sam Curt pointed out, it's the 4th in Japan. ^___^
Okay... a few weeks back someone (MOrgan?) was mentioning a fic challenge out there: Authour Insertion, What would you if you got to meet your favourite character?
Well, aside from giving the Kid a hug, really couldn't think of anything.
At least, until today...
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'Goin' ta Kyo~to... Goin' ta Kyo~to...'
The thought was like a chant in Icka's brain as she watched people from her seat on the Shinkansen, waiting to go to the Hikari Station. Going to Kyoto. Out of all the places in Japan, Kyoto was the best. There was just a certain feel about the city that made it feel... comfortable. Like visiting a favoured relative's home.
'Goin' ta Kyo~to...'
A young woman shepherded a surly looking older man and a young boy down the aisle, keeping up a small stream of cheerful chatter as she did so, little lines of tired stress buzzing around the edges, the kind that said if she stopped smiling, she'd start shouting. The little boy bounced, pointing at the window and chattering quickly in Japanese. She smiled fondly at him, nodding in return as the boy hopped up into the window seat a few rows ahead.
Not having enough of a grasp of the language to understand what was being said, Icka returned the focus of attention back to the sketch book in her lap, hands meditatively flipping through the used pages as she watched the organized chaos of people trying to catch their train. There were more uniformed officers in the stations then years past, but it was interesting watching them as they strolled down the stations, occasionally pointing people in the direction they needed to go.
Goin' ta Kyo~to...
Hopefully this time they could go to large Inari shrine, with the kilometres of tunnels. Or the shrine build where Abe no Semei was supposed to have lived...
"Conan-kun!" The young woman scolded her little brother. The glasses wearing boy gave her a wide innocent look from behind the large frames he wore. Icka grinned. Little kids were so cute when they were trying to be manipulative.
Wait... Conan?
"D-demo, Ran-neechan!!" The little boy, Conan, whined.
Conan, Ran and... yup. Mouri Kogoro. The older gentleman coughed, the wheezing sound of a smoker, grumbling and sounding like he'd rather be anywhere but -here-.
'I'm gonna die' quickly replaced 'Goin' ta Kyo~to...' as the mental chant.
A quick glance around revealed that this particular train car was almost completely empty, the only other people being a lone person way in the back and a couple sitting towards the middle.
Okay, quick breath. Detective Conan was just an anime. It wasn't real. And just because Icka joked with 'Neechan and the Prat Brigade that if she ever ended up someplace with Conan and one other person that she'd be the one to end up dead was no reason to panic.
And even if by some rather hugely bizarre coincidence that the fellow passengers actually -were- the real Ran, Sleeping Kogoro and the shrunken Kudo Shin'ichi that didn't mean anything was going to happen. Okay, yeah, sure, in the anime it seemed like -everywhere- they went someone dropped dead didn't necessarily mean it was going to happen -here-.
There was no possible way that someone was killed every single time they traveled. For one thing, they'd start getting banned from train stations...
Besides, even if something happened every time they traveled, it could be something along the lines of a theft. Although that was usually more likely with the Shonen Tantei around. Now if Heiji was around-
"Yo, Kudo!" A friendly voice called, drawing the attention of everyone in the car. A dark skinned teenager wearing tight jeans and a baseball cap ambled up, talking rapidly in Japanese. A pony tailed girl followed, glancing around suspiciously, then grinning when she saw the other girl and waving. Giggling, squealing and chattering in Japanese followed. Seats were re-arranged, the girls taking one row, the boys another, leaving Mouri happily to himself as the Shinkansen pulled away from the station.
Icka gripped the sketchbook like a talisman, the mental chant re-adjusting itself for a second time.
'I'm gonna die in a horrible hideous fashion. I'm gonna die in a horrible hideous fashion....'
-fin-
Yeah, it's the 3rd here, but as Sam Curt pointed out, it's the 4th in Japan. ^___^
Okay... a few weeks back someone (MOrgan?) was mentioning a fic challenge out there: Authour Insertion, What would you if you got to meet your favourite character?
Well, aside from giving the Kid a hug, really couldn't think of anything.
At least, until today...
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'Goin' ta Kyo~to... Goin' ta Kyo~to...'
The thought was like a chant in Icka's brain as she watched people from her seat on the Shinkansen, waiting to go to the Hikari Station. Going to Kyoto. Out of all the places in Japan, Kyoto was the best. There was just a certain feel about the city that made it feel... comfortable. Like visiting a favoured relative's home.
'Goin' ta Kyo~to...'
A young woman shepherded a surly looking older man and a young boy down the aisle, keeping up a small stream of cheerful chatter as she did so, little lines of tired stress buzzing around the edges, the kind that said if she stopped smiling, she'd start shouting. The little boy bounced, pointing at the window and chattering quickly in Japanese. She smiled fondly at him, nodding in return as the boy hopped up into the window seat a few rows ahead.
Not having enough of a grasp of the language to understand what was being said, Icka returned the focus of attention back to the sketch book in her lap, hands meditatively flipping through the used pages as she watched the organized chaos of people trying to catch their train. There were more uniformed officers in the stations then years past, but it was interesting watching them as they strolled down the stations, occasionally pointing people in the direction they needed to go.
Goin' ta Kyo~to...
Hopefully this time they could go to large Inari shrine, with the kilometres of tunnels. Or the shrine build where Abe no Semei was supposed to have lived...
"Conan-kun!" The young woman scolded her little brother. The glasses wearing boy gave her a wide innocent look from behind the large frames he wore. Icka grinned. Little kids were so cute when they were trying to be manipulative.
Wait... Conan?
"D-demo, Ran-neechan!!" The little boy, Conan, whined.
Conan, Ran and... yup. Mouri Kogoro. The older gentleman coughed, the wheezing sound of a smoker, grumbling and sounding like he'd rather be anywhere but -here-.
'I'm gonna die' quickly replaced 'Goin' ta Kyo~to...' as the mental chant.
A quick glance around revealed that this particular train car was almost completely empty, the only other people being a lone person way in the back and a couple sitting towards the middle.
Okay, quick breath. Detective Conan was just an anime. It wasn't real. And just because Icka joked with 'Neechan and the Prat Brigade that if she ever ended up someplace with Conan and one other person that she'd be the one to end up dead was no reason to panic.
And even if by some rather hugely bizarre coincidence that the fellow passengers actually -were- the real Ran, Sleeping Kogoro and the shrunken Kudo Shin'ichi that didn't mean anything was going to happen. Okay, yeah, sure, in the anime it seemed like -everywhere- they went someone dropped dead didn't necessarily mean it was going to happen -here-.
There was no possible way that someone was killed every single time they traveled. For one thing, they'd start getting banned from train stations...
Besides, even if something happened every time they traveled, it could be something along the lines of a theft. Although that was usually more likely with the Shonen Tantei around. Now if Heiji was around-
"Yo, Kudo!" A friendly voice called, drawing the attention of everyone in the car. A dark skinned teenager wearing tight jeans and a baseball cap ambled up, talking rapidly in Japanese. A pony tailed girl followed, glancing around suspiciously, then grinning when she saw the other girl and waving. Giggling, squealing and chattering in Japanese followed. Seats were re-arranged, the girls taking one row, the boys another, leaving Mouri happily to himself as the Shinkansen pulled away from the station.
Icka gripped the sketchbook like a talisman, the mental chant re-adjusting itself for a second time.
'I'm gonna die in a horrible hideous fashion. I'm gonna die in a horrible hideous fashion....'
-fin-
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*spluttersnicker*
Date: 2005-05-03 11:21 pm (UTC)This needs a sequal snippet, with Kudo and Hattori both stumped and debating the question, how on earth did Icka manage to get herself killed in such a bizarre manner? "Death-by-?!"
*smirks and runs off to be traumatized at birthing class*
Re: *spluttersnicker*
Date: 2005-05-04 03:39 am (UTC)Good one, though, Icka. I can hear it singsong: "I'm gonna die... I'm gonna die..."
Re: *spluttersnicker*
Date: 2005-05-04 05:10 am (UTC)That would be perfect!
Random Person: *screams*
Icka: Whoohoo! I didn't die!
Conan and Haiji: O_O
*giggles manically*
Date: 2005-05-04 05:32 am (UTC)Random Person: *screams*
Icka: I DIDN'T DO IT!!!
*instantly becomes Conan & Heiji's primary suspect* ¬_¬
M'still of the mindset that if those darn people would stop screaming you wouldn't have to worry about the dead bodies. ^________^
... course, I hum the 'William Tell Overture' evertime someone does scream and cheer on the detectives to see who's gonna win the 'race' first...
Re: *giggles manically*
Date: 2005-05-04 09:03 am (UTC)*falls of the chair laughing*
I almost want to write a story like that.
...guess it will have to wait until AFTER exams (gives time to get to know you better first, too ^.^)
I wouldn't mind seeing one of those "races" with you. We could run a commentary ^.^
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Date: 2005-05-03 11:39 pm (UTC)Ano...do you refer to yourself in your head to yourself as Icka? That's comical!
(I would just about die if you set yourself up with the Kid or something...but it's Icka. Thank goodness it's Icka!)
no subject
Date: 2005-05-04 03:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-04 04:55 am (UTC)Not techinically a Mary Sue. It's an authour insertion, m'not trying to be anyone other than myself. ^^;; (and that's what I do when traveling, playing with my sketchbook even if I'm not actively drawing, and watching the people around.) The observations about the police officers was from my last trip to Japan, getting on the Shinkansen, or Bullet Train.
I also don't speak enough of the language to get more than the gist of anything anyone says. *Sighs*
Ano...do you refer to yourself in your head to yourself as Icka?
Yup. Also introduce myself as 'Icka' in person. 'Icka' is not just my screen name, it's part of my RL name too. ^______^
I got the feeling that she was just writing in third-person because that's how she writes stories in general
Exactly. Writing first person usually just doesn't work for us. ^^:;
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Date: 2005-05-03 11:43 pm (UTC)Happy birthday to Shinichi then XcD he gets to unknowingly freak out icka!
Thought I'd comment because one of my 'french' ficcing friends did a self insertion fic too ^______^
(She's translated the start of it and posted it on ff.net, I need to bug her into having the rest translated XcD )
This is much funnier though. Very. Much. XcD
Pooooor~ Icka... I wonder what the motive would be?
motive?
Date: 2005-05-04 04:28 am (UTC)Re: motive?
Date: 2005-05-04 04:55 am (UTC)Re: motive?
Date: 2005-05-04 05:17 am (UTC)New to me...
Re: motive?
Date: 2005-05-04 05:35 am (UTC)http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/16098678/
Re: motive?
Date: 2005-05-04 09:07 am (UTC)*revived*
I guess it wouldn't be nearly as cool to me if it wasn't for my new login to the school's server. They took the first two letters from my first name, and the first letter from my last name.
Result:
"GIN"
*is very pleased* ^______________^
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Date: 2005-05-04 07:45 am (UTC)"I'M GONNA DIE!! I'M GONNA DIE! I'm GONNA THROW UP AND THEN I'M GONNA DIIIIE!"
Okay, maybe not but still! That was fun. XD
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Date: 2005-05-04 05:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-04 07:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-04 09:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-04 11:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-05 01:37 am (UTC)'I'm gonna die in a horrible hideous fashion. I'm gonna die in a horrible hideous fashion....'
That was hilarious XDXDXDXDXDXD. I think I want you to continue this thing.