Fandom: Detective Conan/Case Closed
Author: Amm (SoulSeeker)
Theme: #3—find me in the dark
Pairing: Kudo Shinichi/Mouri Ran
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters of Detective Conan—I just play ‘Barbie’ with them, because god knows they’re a lot more fun than real Barbies.
Summary: Ran never did like the dark. It just played too many tricks on you…
This title actually comes from a song by a Finnish Pop/Rock group called The Rasmus—they’re not very well known though, which is unfortunate, because they are awesome. Oh well...
It was said that the only thing man had to fear was fear itself—but Ran begged to differ.
Ever since she was a child, she never liked the dark. In fact, she probably wouldn’t admit it then, but she was probably still afraid of it. The notion of the unknown did not appeal to her, and being the little clever detective he was, Shinichi had figured it out relatively early on in life. Naturally, he teased her about it. It was just something kids did.
Only recently did he stop, and it was only because he wasn’t around.
“You sure you don’t want me to come in with you, Ran? It’s pretty late, and I don’t particularly want you to get in trouble with your father. You are late y’know…”
“No kidding,” Ran replied with a sigh. She watched the car pull up to the Mouri Detective Agency and checked the time. One o’clock in the morning—she should’ve been home an hour ago. At least.
“Sorry…” Sonoko lowered her head, and Ran managed to smile at her.
“Don’t worry about it. I guess I should’ve paid more attention to the time,” she sighed. “Anyway, dad can get over it…he’s probably drunk off his ass, anyway.” She rolled her eyes as she stepped out of the car, gathering her purse and coat as she did so. “Thanks for the ride.”
Sonoko nodded. “Call me tomorrow, ’kay?”
Ran agreed, shutting the car door and gave them a playful salute as they drove off. She slowly approached the door, the sound of her house keys clinking replacing the eerie silence that had been there before. She shuddered as a light gust of wind blew; she would’ve rather gotten a ride home with a drunk driver than endure walking home at that hour. She was glad Sonoko could provide her a ride.
Taking a deep breath, she opened the door, letting it creek for all the world to hear.
“Dad, I’m home! Sorry I’m late…I…dad?”
Well, that was strange.
She had the perfect scenario sketched in her head of what would happen the second she opened that door, and within that first second, it was broken. Already, she was wrong…
First; it was dark. Pitch dark. She didn’t understand why; the streetlights were working, the stars were out, the moon was full…but she definitely could recognize pitch black. After all, there wasn’t much else to recognize…
Second; where in hell’s name was her father? She was sure he would be up, just waiting to yell at her. Perhaps he had gone to sleep…but if he had, it was certainly not in his room. She moved towards the far right wall of the living room and felt around for the light switch.
…and there was the magic third. The lights wouldn’t turn on.
Perfect, she thought to herself. She sighed, looking out the window; the streetlights were still on, and it looked like her neighbors had light too. She raised an eyebrow—that certainly didn’t make any sense. Had the fuse blown out? How could no one have noticed?
Well, it was late…
She wandered into Conan’s room, and nearly panicked when she discovered that he wasn’t there. Quickly she reminded herself that he had gone to spend the night at Mitsuhiko’s house; something about video games and the like. She breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe she really was going hysterical…
Upon further inspection of the house, she still found no trace of her father. She knew that he had a tendency to go out and drink, but she also knew that even he wasn’t stupid enough to leave without leaving some kind of note, or message.
The moonlight seeped through the large living room window, illuminating the place at least a little bit more than before. She could see silhouettes and could barely make out some of the details of the room, which was enough to, at the very least, keep her from bumping into everything and hurting herself.
She suddenly froze—movement! She heard it, she knew she did, and she thought she saw something move out of the corner of her eye.
“Who’s there?!” she demanded. “Dad, if this is your stupid idea of getting me back for coming home late, it’s really not funny!”
Laughter followed—laughter she recognized, and it wasn’t her own. She wasn’t alone…
“That old geezer? He can’t even come up with stupid ideas.”
Ran narrowed her eyes; she knew that voice all too well. She couldn’t forget it even if she tried—not that she wanted to. No, she would never want to forget him…
“Shinichi, you jerk! Where are you? Come out so I can kick your ass!”
A light chuckle, and not a hint of fear in it. That was all she could get out of him. “You’ll have to find me fiiirst…” Shinichi teased with a grin. “Maybe I’m by the couch…or by the kitchen…or by the phone…or right behind you…”
Ran whirled around with a gasp—and he laughed again. She growled. “I hate you,” she hissed; lying right through her teeth. “This is your fault, I can just feel it. You know I hate the dark!”
“Now, now, Ran…” And Ran could just sense his evil Shinichi smirk. “I thought you’d be happy to see me…?”
“I don’t see anything!” Ran hissed. Frustration built up inside of her as she continued to look around, feeling like a total fool. Damn him for being right. Damn her for being in love with a man surrounded by so much mystery…literally and figuratively! The shadows had always protected him and all of his secrets—behind his disappearance, his feelings; everything—and here, they were working against her. They always had been.
“God damn you, Kudo.”
She sighed and found the couch, making herself comfortable on it; she’d never really called him by his last name before. It was a rather odd feeling, and she decided she didn’t like it.
“Aw, come on, don’t give up so easily,” Shinichi encouraged. “It can’t be that hard, can it? Maybe you could ask a bat for help…”
“A bat?” Ran repeated with a raised eyebrow.
“Yeah! Their eyesight is really poor, and they have to rely—”
“—on echolocation,” she finished. “Yeah, I know, Shinichi, I’m not stupid. You told me that yourself when we were little. Unlike you, however, I am normal, and I do not talk to bats. Nor do I plan to.”
She heard him yawn and then chuckle again. He sounded completely relaxed, which was the opposite of Ran. “Normal is overrated…” He smirked, though she couldn’t see him, and he said nothing afterwards. He knew that eventually, the uncomfortable silence would get to her and she’d start looking for him again. The Ran he knew wouldn’t stand being idle in the quiet darkness for too long...
“That’s it!” As if on queue, Ran shot up into the air and began to look around in a paranoid manner. She stood herself upright and glared. “I’m going to track you down and make you fix these damn lights. Why won’t they turn on!?” Her eyes and ears were alert, and if there was any sign movement in the room, she would know. She kept her hands in front of her and to her sides as she maneuvered her way around the dark room. It wasn’t long before she noticed that he hadn’t said anything in response to her.
Ran was beginning to feel like this was just a game of Marco Polo gone horribly, terribly wrong. She folded her arms and narrowed her eyes. “You can’t stay still and silent forever, you know.” Great—and now she was practically talking to herself.
Guard up, eyes peeled…guard up, eyes peeled… She repeated the thoughts over and over in her head, her eyes jerking around the room endlessly, and suddenly—movement! There was no doubt about it. Someone had just gone by the stairs, and being that she never found her father in the house that night, there was only one person it could be.
“Aha! Gotcha, Shinichi!”
With force, Ran threw her arms forth and grabbed what felt like another arm. She yanked it back hard; suddenly she heard a yelp, and before she knew it, the lights came blaring hatefully into her eyes. “Ahh!” Her grip quickly loosened off of the arm, which then moved to shield her eyes. “Oww!”
“Man, Ran-neechan, what are you doing!?”
Her eyes sprung open at the child-like voice, and she blinked to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating. And she blinked again. And again. And again… nope. Conan was still there.
“Conan-kun! What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at Mitsuhiko’s?”
Conan groggily scratched his head. “Well, I was sleeping until I heard all that yelling,” he told her bitterly. “Mitsuhiko ended up getting sick, so his mom decided it be best if we hold off the sleepover. Why the heck were you fumbling around in the dark?”
Ran blinked. “In the…oh! The lights...they didn’t work…” He looked up at the light he had just turned on, and then raised an eyebrow at her. She frowned. “I swear, they didn’t!” she defended herself. “And I couldn’t find dad, either! Do you know where he is?”
He pointed to the kitchen, and there Kogoro slept happily, passed out on the dinner table with a beer can in his hand. Ran’s eyes widened, and she hit herself repeatedly. “Impossible…he wasn’t there before, I’m telling you! He wasn’t anywhere! And where…?”
She looked around, feeling better about it now since she could actually see. “Where is Shinichi?”
Conan sighed. “Shinichi again?” he asked.
“He was here!” Ran exclaimed.
He shot her a look that made her feel like the dumbest person on the planet, and he just yawned. “You’re crazy, Ran-neechan,” he decided finally. “You were probably sleep-walking.”
“I don’t sleep-walk!”
“You do too!”
“How do you know?”
Conan froze and sighed, growling slightly under his breath. Sometimes, he wished he could just tell her already and be done with it. Shinichi had all sorts of memories of Ran’s sleep-walking from when they were little—when their parents actually let them spend the night with each other. “Never mind that, Ran-neechan. Just go to sleep. You look like you need it.”
She sighed and held her head, feeling frustrated. She hadn’t sleep-walked in years. It just wasn’t possible…but it certainly did make sense. “Good night, Conan,” she called exasperatedly as he walked up the stairs. He waved to her as she fell back on the couch, looking utterly exhausted.
Ran really, really hated the dark...
Also posted to 40 Nights: Shinichi and Ran.