(Disclaimer: i do NOT own Detective Conan, if i did, heiji would have been shrunk along time ago)
done by me and my freind Violinzgurl
Yukiko was absolutely bored. For the past few weeks, Yusaku had spent his days pent up in his room, only coming down to eat dinner and such.
She had gotten used to such behavior after over 10 years, now almost at 20 years of marriage, but this was different.
It did not help that she had to hear the news of a new book the deadline being sometime soon from the editor rather than Yusaku himself.
Why were men born so dense as to forget this important day of the year?
Yukiko sighed as she glanced at the clock.
It was six o clock. Yusaku came down, a tired look to his eyes, his hair ruffled, and glasses slightly askew.
They ate in silence.
"Yusaku, aren t you forgetting something important?" " Your birthday? No that was two months ago ".. Yusaku sounded exasperated.
Honestly, a world-renowned detective forgetting his wedding anniversary was unheard of.
Later that night, Yukiko glanced at the clock.
It was an hour after midnight, another day gone without more than ten words from Yusaku.
Really, she was going to be very unhappy in the morning and every woman needed her beauty sleep .
Knock, knock.
"Hmm?"
"Yusaku." Yukiko said this is a low tone, without even bothering to open the door.
She had seen it many times, his back facing her, a faint glint of the computer screen lighting off his glasses.
"Today was our wedding anniversary." Her voice quivered just the slightest of amounts.
The faint tapping of fingers over keyboard sounded from behind the door.
"I ve been waiting for two weeks for you to get off that damned story of yours, and do something for once! For the past two weeks, you ve barely talked to me. And that was what only ten words?! " Yukiko felt an awful lump in her throat but continued.
"If you re going to just ignore the fact that I exist, then fine, keep it that way! " A silence greeted her outburst, and Yukiko, half sobbing ran out the door A lone tear slid down her face.
After the door shut, a startled Yusaku burst out of the room.
"Yukiko?"
It was too late.
The rain fell in a downpour and all he could do was sit, alone, hearing the faint sound of engines fade.