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dcmk_yaoiSo, uhh...hello! :D I'm Momo, terribly obsessed Kaito/Shinichi fan, and I descend upon you with fic! Well, I needed something to put in this community (I love you now and forever for making it, Icka. ♥) since it's my sworn mission to swamp the English fandom with this pairing. Yeah. Umm...D: Wow, am I really the first fic here? Well, umm, wow. Kick-off party whee! I shouldn't be trying to write an introduction hyped up on pain meds for migraines.
Title: Paper Wishes
Authour: Shimegami (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Rating: PG? I think?
Pairing: Kaito/Shinichi, mentions of Hakuba/Ran (Yes, het. Crack!het. Ph33r.)
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Aoyama Gosho. Not making any profit off of them, just playing with them. I'll put them backhorribly horribly violated when I'm done.
Author's Notes: Yeah.jheen told me to wirte KaiShin with origami. So I did. Loosely based off that one book with the paper cranes that the title escapes me at the moment. With less angst.
For one hour, each Sunday, Conan had taken to disappearing from the Mouri household and holing himself up in the Kudou household. The first time Kaito learned of this, he had shrugged it off as the shrunken detective battling off depression for his current state. It had been nearly what, two years now? Maybe even three. With still no antidote in sight and Ran growing more and more distant from Shinichi, of course the detective would be depressed.
When Conan began doing it for weeks in a row, however, Kaito began to worry. Over the course of time he'd come to care for the other teen, though he refused to admit it to even himself. However, with worry over the detective eating at his mind and Ran beginning to have not-so-casual meetings with a certain blond detective and certain dreams about Kudou Shinichi recurring at night, Kaito soon found himself running out of excuses.
So, with a sigh, one Sunday afternoon he picked himself up off the couch and boarded the train to Beika.
He quickly made his way to 2-21 Beika street, standing in front of the gated house. He shuffled his feet, tellnig himself that he wasn't nervous about anything, he was just thinking of an approach plan, then steeled himself and opened the gate. Regarding the door for a second, he decided such means were too mundane for him and circled around back, scaling the tree outside a certain window. He squinted for a few seconds, making sure his intended target was where he thought he was, before opening the window and sliding in with a casual "Yo."
Conan, seated in the middle of Shinichi's bed surrounded by multi-colored paper, merely looked at him without surprise.
"I keep telling you to use the door."
Kaito grinned, feeling a little more in his element now. Sarcasm back and forth was something he could handle, when he could ignore the strange feelings that crept up sometimes on him, and the thoughts of how certain conversations could be taken different ways if it were Shinichi, not Conan, sitting there. He coughed, bringing his thoughts back on track.
"Doors are so common. You can't expect a great thief like me to use something so plebian, now could you?" His attention shifted to the papers now, and the open box he could now see sitting on the floor, within easy tossing range of Conan. "What are you doing?"
"I bet you probably don't use the doors, just so one day you CAN use one and give me a heart attack." The shrunken detective gave a disdainful sniff, picking up a square of plaid paper, then began folding it neatly. In a few folds and tucks, it no longer was a simple sheet of paper, but an origami crane, neat and precise. With a casual flick of a tiny wrist, it sailed into the box, where Kaito could now see many of its ilk, all resting quietly within.
The thief blinked. "Origami?" It wasn't something he'd thought the detective would ever do, but now that he thought about it, it did fit. Shinichi was something of a fidgeter, always worrying something with his hands or fiddling with whatever was in reach. Folding paper was probably a past-time he picked up, or someone taught him, to keep his hands busy.
Conan nodded absently, picking up another sheet and making another crane with almost machine-like precision. He regarded this one, amde out of white paper with gold leaf patterns, staring at it quietly. Kaito, knowing there was a reason for this and something was on the detective's mind, stayed quiet too.
FInally, Conan sighed, before speaking quietly. "Kuroba, do you know? The legend, I mean, with paper cranes."
"Where if you manage to fold a thousand of them, your wish is granted, right?" Kaito picked up a piece of plain blue paper with red stripes and white dots running down the stripes. "What, you think if you manage to make a thousand of these things, Haibara-chan will miraculously be able to find the cure?"
His question earned him one of the detective's many disdainful sniffs. "Of course not. Just...well, I like making them, you know. And it's nice, sometimes, to believe in something silly..." He trailed off, absently fiddling with the crane's wings.
Kaito regarded him for a second, before dropping his gaze to the sheet of paper he held. "Yeah, I know." Biting his lip, he began folding it, trying to remember his dad's brief lesson in origami and the crisp way Conan had folded his. Closing his eyes and praying it came up something close to what Conan made, he finished and held it out with a wavering "Ta da...."
He looked at his finished creation.
The crane, which resembled something more of a chicken with a horrible maiming disease that caused it to permantly lean towards the left, looked back at him.
Conan looked at it as well.
The poor crane listed to the left pitifully, as if pleading to the world to notice its plight.
The detective summed it up succintly.
"Kuroba, you suck."
Kaito slumped, letting the deformed crane fall to the bed. "It's not my fault there's something I'm not good at."
Conan laughed then, a soft sound that grabbed at Kaito's attention and he found himself staring at the detective again, wishing it were Shinichi sitting there instead. Other wishes began popping up in his mind too, and he lowered his gaze and coughed, trying to discreetly banish his faint blush and the thought wondering just what other uses origami could be put to. Especially if the detective had such skilled hands.....he coughed again.
Conan carefully picked up the discarded crane, cradled the poor malformed thing in his small hands. He gave Kaito a soft smile, and the thief couldn't look away even if he wanted to.
"Thank you....for coming, Kuroba."
Kaito found himself smiling back. "Anytime."
The detective dropped his head with a faint blush. "'Anytime'..? Well, umm....why don't you come again next week? I...I could teach you to make a better one....and it'll go faster with two people..."
"Well, I've always been pretty hopeless at it, but..." He smiled. "Sure. If you don't mind part of the thousand cranes looking more like the thousand deformed chickens."
Conan laughed again. "We'll definately have to work on your technique, but...reaching a thousand will go much faster with two people. We'll definately reach it together. And who knows, maybe by that time..." The detective stared at Kaito's crane wistfully. "Maybe then..."
"If you believe in it, it'll happen." Kaito gave a definate nod, then grinned impishly. "And then I could give you a proper date."
The other suddenly coughed, practically choking. His face was quickly bright red. "Kuroba...!"
Kaito laughed and waved it off, pushing the truth to the back of his mind once again. "Just kidding, Now, how do I do this so they look decent...?" He asked, picking up another sheet of paper. Conan laughed, still faintly blushing, and leaned over.
They spent the rest of the afternoon folding cranes and idly chatting, the box getting more additions and Kaito's beginning to look better. They actually resembling cranes now. Still with the horrible malforming disease, but at least cranes. With each one he folded, he put his own hope into them that the wish would come true, that Shinichi really would be able to make a comeback soon. When all thousand were complete.
And maybe then....maybe then he really WOULD ask Shinichi out on that date.
---Owari---
Hope you enjoyed! If you like the pairing, I write for it all the time, just drop over on my journal and leave a comment (or leave one on any posts I make here) and I'll add you to my friends list so you can read the WiP series I have. (All my ficlets like this one aren't f-locked.)
....So....よろしくお願いします～♥
Title: Paper Wishes
Authour: Shimegami (
clover_magic)Rating: PG? I think?
Pairing: Kaito/Shinichi, mentions of Hakuba/Ran (Yes, het. Crack!het. Ph33r.)
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Aoyama Gosho. Not making any profit off of them, just playing with them. I'll put them back
Author's Notes: Yeah.
jheen told me to wirte KaiShin with origami. So I did. Loosely based off that one book with the paper cranes that the title escapes me at the moment. With less angst.For one hour, each Sunday, Conan had taken to disappearing from the Mouri household and holing himself up in the Kudou household. The first time Kaito learned of this, he had shrugged it off as the shrunken detective battling off depression for his current state. It had been nearly what, two years now? Maybe even three. With still no antidote in sight and Ran growing more and more distant from Shinichi, of course the detective would be depressed.
When Conan began doing it for weeks in a row, however, Kaito began to worry. Over the course of time he'd come to care for the other teen, though he refused to admit it to even himself. However, with worry over the detective eating at his mind and Ran beginning to have not-so-casual meetings with a certain blond detective and certain dreams about Kudou Shinichi recurring at night, Kaito soon found himself running out of excuses.
So, with a sigh, one Sunday afternoon he picked himself up off the couch and boarded the train to Beika.
He quickly made his way to 2-21 Beika street, standing in front of the gated house. He shuffled his feet, tellnig himself that he wasn't nervous about anything, he was just thinking of an approach plan, then steeled himself and opened the gate. Regarding the door for a second, he decided such means were too mundane for him and circled around back, scaling the tree outside a certain window. He squinted for a few seconds, making sure his intended target was where he thought he was, before opening the window and sliding in with a casual "Yo."
Conan, seated in the middle of Shinichi's bed surrounded by multi-colored paper, merely looked at him without surprise.
"I keep telling you to use the door."
Kaito grinned, feeling a little more in his element now. Sarcasm back and forth was something he could handle, when he could ignore the strange feelings that crept up sometimes on him, and the thoughts of how certain conversations could be taken different ways if it were Shinichi, not Conan, sitting there. He coughed, bringing his thoughts back on track.
"Doors are so common. You can't expect a great thief like me to use something so plebian, now could you?" His attention shifted to the papers now, and the open box he could now see sitting on the floor, within easy tossing range of Conan. "What are you doing?"
"I bet you probably don't use the doors, just so one day you CAN use one and give me a heart attack." The shrunken detective gave a disdainful sniff, picking up a square of plaid paper, then began folding it neatly. In a few folds and tucks, it no longer was a simple sheet of paper, but an origami crane, neat and precise. With a casual flick of a tiny wrist, it sailed into the box, where Kaito could now see many of its ilk, all resting quietly within.
The thief blinked. "Origami?" It wasn't something he'd thought the detective would ever do, but now that he thought about it, it did fit. Shinichi was something of a fidgeter, always worrying something with his hands or fiddling with whatever was in reach. Folding paper was probably a past-time he picked up, or someone taught him, to keep his hands busy.
Conan nodded absently, picking up another sheet and making another crane with almost machine-like precision. He regarded this one, amde out of white paper with gold leaf patterns, staring at it quietly. Kaito, knowing there was a reason for this and something was on the detective's mind, stayed quiet too.
FInally, Conan sighed, before speaking quietly. "Kuroba, do you know? The legend, I mean, with paper cranes."
"Where if you manage to fold a thousand of them, your wish is granted, right?" Kaito picked up a piece of plain blue paper with red stripes and white dots running down the stripes. "What, you think if you manage to make a thousand of these things, Haibara-chan will miraculously be able to find the cure?"
His question earned him one of the detective's many disdainful sniffs. "Of course not. Just...well, I like making them, you know. And it's nice, sometimes, to believe in something silly..." He trailed off, absently fiddling with the crane's wings.
Kaito regarded him for a second, before dropping his gaze to the sheet of paper he held. "Yeah, I know." Biting his lip, he began folding it, trying to remember his dad's brief lesson in origami and the crisp way Conan had folded his. Closing his eyes and praying it came up something close to what Conan made, he finished and held it out with a wavering "Ta da...."
He looked at his finished creation.
The crane, which resembled something more of a chicken with a horrible maiming disease that caused it to permantly lean towards the left, looked back at him.
Conan looked at it as well.
The poor crane listed to the left pitifully, as if pleading to the world to notice its plight.
The detective summed it up succintly.
"Kuroba, you suck."
Kaito slumped, letting the deformed crane fall to the bed. "It's not my fault there's something I'm not good at."
Conan laughed then, a soft sound that grabbed at Kaito's attention and he found himself staring at the detective again, wishing it were Shinichi sitting there instead. Other wishes began popping up in his mind too, and he lowered his gaze and coughed, trying to discreetly banish his faint blush and the thought wondering just what other uses origami could be put to. Especially if the detective had such skilled hands.....he coughed again.
Conan carefully picked up the discarded crane, cradled the poor malformed thing in his small hands. He gave Kaito a soft smile, and the thief couldn't look away even if he wanted to.
"Thank you....for coming, Kuroba."
Kaito found himself smiling back. "Anytime."
The detective dropped his head with a faint blush. "'Anytime'..? Well, umm....why don't you come again next week? I...I could teach you to make a better one....and it'll go faster with two people..."
"Well, I've always been pretty hopeless at it, but..." He smiled. "Sure. If you don't mind part of the thousand cranes looking more like the thousand deformed chickens."
Conan laughed again. "We'll definately have to work on your technique, but...reaching a thousand will go much faster with two people. We'll definately reach it together. And who knows, maybe by that time..." The detective stared at Kaito's crane wistfully. "Maybe then..."
"If you believe in it, it'll happen." Kaito gave a definate nod, then grinned impishly. "And then I could give you a proper date."
The other suddenly coughed, practically choking. His face was quickly bright red. "Kuroba...!"
Kaito laughed and waved it off, pushing the truth to the back of his mind once again. "Just kidding, Now, how do I do this so they look decent...?" He asked, picking up another sheet of paper. Conan laughed, still faintly blushing, and leaned over.
They spent the rest of the afternoon folding cranes and idly chatting, the box getting more additions and Kaito's beginning to look better. They actually resembling cranes now. Still with the horrible malforming disease, but at least cranes. With each one he folded, he put his own hope into them that the wish would come true, that Shinichi really would be able to make a comeback soon. When all thousand were complete.
And maybe then....maybe then he really WOULD ask Shinichi out on that date.
---Owari---
Hope you enjoyed! If you like the pairing, I write for it all the time, just drop over on my journal and leave a comment (or leave one on any posts I make here) and I'll add you to my friends list so you can read the WiP series I have. (All my ficlets like this one aren't f-locked.)
....So....よろしくお願いします～♥
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Date: 2005-08-08 12:44 am (UTC)Hooray for the first fic! >0< I ship this too~ XD <3
...Ignoring how I have no idea how they met, etc., nice! :D
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Date: 2005-08-08 12:48 am (UTC)Yay for fic! And shipping! *waves flags*
.....Yeah, I have no idea either. XDXD;; At least for a romance that would follow canon and not one of my crazy cliche AUs. Plot holes whut? YOU SPEAK NONSENSE.
And thank you for liking it~ ♥
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Date: 2005-08-08 01:09 am (UTC)Thanks. I needed something like this after the evil call I just took.
(Now I suppose I owe you ficcage. *laughs*)
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Date: 2005-08-08 01:15 am (UTC)*huggles* Good luck living through the last two hours! Then you can come home and I can bug you!
(Yeeeees, precioussssssss.)
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Date: 2005-08-08 01:24 pm (UTC)What I meant to say was:
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, CUTE! *hearts*
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Date: 2005-08-08 08:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-08 01:28 pm (UTC)Like, if someone helps you, then it doesn't count. XD Conan should know that, tisk, the detective is getting rather dull; one of these days I suspect him to get hauled in the head with a soccer ball.
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Date: 2005-08-08 08:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-10 10:07 pm (UTC)One of the neat things about visiting the shrines in japan is that you'll sometimes see an offering of a thousand cranes. The cranes are usually all the same size, but they're on strings, one stacked on top of the other, like 25 to a string, with multiple strings hanging from a metal hanger. You get this big spiky multi-coloured bunch. Sorta like a pineapple. S'very neat looking.
Very cool. Thanks!!!
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Date: 2005-08-11 02:23 am (UTC)Yeah, I've seen pictures from some friends of a friend who go there often (their daughter was born there). Is very neat.
Glad you liked! ♥
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Date: 2006-01-27 09:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-18 06:04 pm (UTC)My heart has been filled with pink fluffies. THAT'S HOW GOOD IT WAS.
~animegirl37~