[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...
+++
'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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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 ^.^