[crackfic] Happy Birthday Shin'ichi!!!
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ickaimpI had a plunnie last night. It was a good and decent plunnie, nothing too demeaning.
Then I forgot it.
So... Sorry, Shin'ichi, ya get this instead. Happy Birthday.
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“Just a minute!!!” Agasa-hakase shouted as he ambled towards the door. What could anyone be wanting at his door this time of night? It was late, he was tired, full and ready for bed. The pounding continued insistently and he grumbled to himself a bit about annoying kids harassing old men as he peered through the keyhole.
Outside an old man, more ancient looking than himself, leaned on the doorstep tiredly, a bandage wrapped around his head. Someone in need of help then, probably going to nearest lit house they saw. He opened the door. “Can I help you?”
“It’s me, Hagase.” The old man obviously expected him to recognize him. Perhaps he was senile as well. “Kudo Shin’ichi.”
Correction. Definitely senile.
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”It was the weirdest thing, Hakase.” Shin’ichi said, features hidden by a large towel that the teenager was using to dry off with. “First there was the murder on a roller coaster, then these creepy guys making some sort of deal in the shadows, then someone hits me over the head and forces me to swallow something!!!”
“And, er… this is what lead to your… rather altered appearance?” Agasa said diplomatically as he tested the hot water for tea.
“No.” Shin’ichi pulled the towel in disgust, wet clothing still sticking to the teen’s lanky form. “This happened on the way home when a car splashed me.”
“I see…” Agasa said soothingly. The water was hot enough, so he added the powered tea mix to it and stirred it.
“So now all we gotta do is find some way to change me –back-.” Shin’ichi concluded. “I can’t go to school as a GIRL. What will Ran think?”
“Well, perhaps-“ Turning to hand Shin’ichi his drink, Agasa tripped over his slippers, sending the warm tea all over teenager. They both stared as Shin’ichi’s anatomy shifted, returning to it’s former –and less curvy—shape.
“Nevermind.” Shin’ichi sighed in relief, patting his now flat chest. “Hey, if this thing’s permanent, what are the chances of Ran also being into girls?”
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“Hagase!!” The tiny voice drew his attention away from the computer he was working on. “Agasa-hagase!!!”
“Hrmm?” He glanced around. There didn’t –appear- to be anyone else in the room. “Shin’ichi-kun? Is that you?”
“I’m right here, Hagase!!!” A small flicker of motion caught his attention. Curious, he adjusted his classes as he peered down.
There, standing on next to his water glass, was Shin’ichi. Who was maybe the height of Agasa’s hand, if he was being generous.
“Shin’ichi-kun!” Agasa exclaimed. “What in the world happened?!”
The very much shrunken detective sighed. “Well, it’s like this…”
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“Ah, Shin’ichi-kun.” Agasa-hagase lowered the umbrella he’d just opened to look for the wayward teen. “Ran-kun just called, when you didn’t return she became worried about you.”
“I know, I know, I’m sorry.” Shin’ichi sighed, sounding very old and very tired. “Things just got a little weird.”
“Weird?” Worried, he peered at his young friend’s face. It looked a little on the pale side. He pressed his palm against Shin’ichi’s forehead and recoiled in alarm when the skin was cold to the touch. “You’re freezing. I think you’d better get inside, Shin’ichi-kun.”
“Really? Doesn’t feel like it.” The young tantei allowed himself to be shuffled into the warm house. Inside with the lights on, he didn’t just look pale, he looked grey. “Can’t seem to feel much of anything at the moment.”
“What happened?” Agasa asked, putting the umbrella away and sliding out of his street shoes and into housescuffs. Shin’ichi did the same, a bit slower.
“I got hit on the head and knocked out.” Shin’ichi grimaced, touching the back of his head and making a face. “Now I can’t find my heart beat. I… think I woke up dead….”
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Agasa-hagase picked up the phone on the third ring. “Agasa here.”
“Hagase!!!” Shin’ichi was aware of his voice sounding frantic, but couldn’t keep the panic out of his voice. “I need your help! I need a ride back from Tropical Land!”
“What’s wrong, Shin’ichi-kun?” Agasa asked, voice torn be concerned and exasperated. “The trains are still-“
Shin’ichi cut him off, staring at his wolf-man reflection in the glass of the phone booth. “You remember what Mom always said would happen if I masturbated too much?”
-fin-
Thanks to Ysabet for the REALLY shrunken detective idea.
Then I forgot it.
So... Sorry, Shin'ichi, ya get this instead. Happy Birthday.
+++
“Just a minute!!!” Agasa-hakase shouted as he ambled towards the door. What could anyone be wanting at his door this time of night? It was late, he was tired, full and ready for bed. The pounding continued insistently and he grumbled to himself a bit about annoying kids harassing old men as he peered through the keyhole.
Outside an old man, more ancient looking than himself, leaned on the doorstep tiredly, a bandage wrapped around his head. Someone in need of help then, probably going to nearest lit house they saw. He opened the door. “Can I help you?”
“It’s me, Hagase.” The old man obviously expected him to recognize him. Perhaps he was senile as well. “Kudo Shin’ichi.”
Correction. Definitely senile.
++++
”It was the weirdest thing, Hakase.” Shin’ichi said, features hidden by a large towel that the teenager was using to dry off with. “First there was the murder on a roller coaster, then these creepy guys making some sort of deal in the shadows, then someone hits me over the head and forces me to swallow something!!!”
“And, er… this is what lead to your… rather altered appearance?” Agasa said diplomatically as he tested the hot water for tea.
“No.” Shin’ichi pulled the towel in disgust, wet clothing still sticking to the teen’s lanky form. “This happened on the way home when a car splashed me.”
“I see…” Agasa said soothingly. The water was hot enough, so he added the powered tea mix to it and stirred it.
“So now all we gotta do is find some way to change me –back-.” Shin’ichi concluded. “I can’t go to school as a GIRL. What will Ran think?”
“Well, perhaps-“ Turning to hand Shin’ichi his drink, Agasa tripped over his slippers, sending the warm tea all over teenager. They both stared as Shin’ichi’s anatomy shifted, returning to it’s former –and less curvy—shape.
“Nevermind.” Shin’ichi sighed in relief, patting his now flat chest. “Hey, if this thing’s permanent, what are the chances of Ran also being into girls?”
++++
“Hagase!!” The tiny voice drew his attention away from the computer he was working on. “Agasa-hagase!!!”
“Hrmm?” He glanced around. There didn’t –appear- to be anyone else in the room. “Shin’ichi-kun? Is that you?”
“I’m right here, Hagase!!!” A small flicker of motion caught his attention. Curious, he adjusted his classes as he peered down.
There, standing on next to his water glass, was Shin’ichi. Who was maybe the height of Agasa’s hand, if he was being generous.
“Shin’ichi-kun!” Agasa exclaimed. “What in the world happened?!”
The very much shrunken detective sighed. “Well, it’s like this…”
++++
“Ah, Shin’ichi-kun.” Agasa-hagase lowered the umbrella he’d just opened to look for the wayward teen. “Ran-kun just called, when you didn’t return she became worried about you.”
“I know, I know, I’m sorry.” Shin’ichi sighed, sounding very old and very tired. “Things just got a little weird.”
“Weird?” Worried, he peered at his young friend’s face. It looked a little on the pale side. He pressed his palm against Shin’ichi’s forehead and recoiled in alarm when the skin was cold to the touch. “You’re freezing. I think you’d better get inside, Shin’ichi-kun.”
“Really? Doesn’t feel like it.” The young tantei allowed himself to be shuffled into the warm house. Inside with the lights on, he didn’t just look pale, he looked grey. “Can’t seem to feel much of anything at the moment.”
“What happened?” Agasa asked, putting the umbrella away and sliding out of his street shoes and into housescuffs. Shin’ichi did the same, a bit slower.
“I got hit on the head and knocked out.” Shin’ichi grimaced, touching the back of his head and making a face. “Now I can’t find my heart beat. I… think I woke up dead….”
++++
Agasa-hagase picked up the phone on the third ring. “Agasa here.”
“Hagase!!!” Shin’ichi was aware of his voice sounding frantic, but couldn’t keep the panic out of his voice. “I need your help! I need a ride back from Tropical Land!”
“What’s wrong, Shin’ichi-kun?” Agasa asked, voice torn be concerned and exasperated. “The trains are still-“
Shin’ichi cut him off, staring at his wolf-man reflection in the glass of the phone booth. “You remember what Mom always said would happen if I masturbated too much?”
-fin-
Thanks to Ysabet for the REALLY shrunken detective idea.
