HAPPY LURKER DAY!!

[ickaimp]

HAPPY LURKER DAY!!!

... originally drawn for one of Conan's upcoming chapters in Gordian Knot, but works well for this. ^___^

[Edit:
The next three two person to reply can have a drabble of their choice. Gimme familiar characters and a prompt.
(magicbulletgirl, candy__chan, socchan, give me one as well) ]

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[gracie-musica.livejournal.com]

*big eyes*

... Can I add to it?

(*whew* I'm not completely out of the fandom!)

[ickaimp.livejournal.com]

Sure. What ever you want for a quick fic. ^___^

(And no, you're not completely outta the fandom. XD )

[gracie-musica.livejournal.com]

Above set-up. PYP 'verse (still my favorite). Either all four boys in on it or them telling Saguru. Because Heiji and Kaito would totally do that together. They would.

(*whew!*)

[ickaimp.livejournal.com]

Saguru stared at the phone receiver in his hand with consternation. He frowned, lips pinched together as they curled down at the edges as he put the phone to his ear again. "Whomever this is, you are not nearly as amusing as you might think you are."

The heavy breathing sound continued. Saguru let out a huff of annoyance and hung up the phone. Honestly, the sheer stupidity of some people...

The heavy breathing sound didn't stop.

Saguru froze, eyes flickering around as he attempted to locate where the breathing was coming from. Slowly, he turned in a small circle, the breathing right in his ear.

Hallway, dining room, front door, living room, closet. No one there. Feeling paranoid, he looked upwards, checking for phantom thieves hiding in corners. No one there either.

Working on a hunch, he picked up the phone again. The harsh buzz of the dial tone echoed in his ear, barely masking the sound of breathing that was still loud in the room.

Not the phone then. He set the receiver back in the cradle, the small hairs on the back of prickling.

There one was no one in the house save for him. The security system would have alerted him otherwise.

... Unless it was the thrice-damned Kaitou Kid.

"Very funny, Kuroba." He muttered, glancing around to see where the white-clad thief might appear from.

There was a pause in the harsh breathing, then it started again, this time with a strange mocking quality to it that he did not like at all. Thoroughly annoyed, and privately just a tad bit creeped out with visions of spectres haunting his head, he stalked down the hallway, performing a room by room search for where Kuroba might be hiding.

The breathing was a constant noise beside him the entire time.

Temper and nerves fraying, he was just about to start searching the upstairs and debating the merits of contacting someone with more authority than he had when a voice spoke up.

"What are you guys doing with my voice changing bow?"

The echoing silence was almost deafening.

"Kudo? Is that you?" Saguru questioned, directing his inquiry towards the ceiling. The sound of a muted but brief scuffle answered him, followed by the indignant child-like shout of "HATTORI! KUROBA! YOU'RE DEAD!" and the unrepentant muffled laughter of his two mischievous 'cousins'.

On a hunch, he reached back and felt the collar of his shirt until he found one of Kudo's sticker-speakers stuck to it. Ah-ha.

"I will hold them down." He swore darkly as he removed the sticker from his person. "And you can kick them, Kudo."

"Deal." Kudo's static filled voice agreed.

*squee*

[gracie-musica.livejournal.com]

ILU.

Marry me. We'll make beautiful fanfic together.

[shyrofoxfeather.livejournal.com]

Although no longer Lurker Day, your fic fills me with glee. :D