Title: To Define the Undefinable
Author: Moon-kun
Genre: Friendship/General
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Haibara Ai and Edogawa Conan
Word Count: 422 words
Rating: G (General Audience)
Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan. I just abduct Aoyama's beloved characters and treat them like lab rats.
Summary: The chain of catastrophes in her life rendered her unable to answer the question.
A faint glow of sunlight made its way through Venetian blinds, illuminating the spacious room in which it entered. As a result, her face was hit directly by the yellowy light, that girl who sat on a mahogany chair before a mahogany desk, biting the eraser end of a #2 pencil. Her eyes squinted just a bit in instinctive response.
The girl, as it appeared, seemed to be working—or at least trying to—as evinced by the sheet of white paper laid out before her. The sheet was blank, except for the topic which she found herself required to work on, namely: What is a friend?
A friend is—
In all honesty, she hadn't the faintest idea. It wasn't as if she had any friends that she could use to form a basis. If she had been required to describe what an enemy is, she would have been able to produce a long, in-depth essay—pronto. That not being the case, though, there she sat, looking so idle as she contemplated on the preposterous idea of friendship—at least to her.
She peered over her shoulder at her fellow classmate. He was busy scribbling, and his pencil lead seemed to overflow with many an idea. Her lips turned upward into a half-smile. He must have a lot of friends.
Good for you, Kudo-kun.
And, as if he heard her inner thought, his pencil reached a halt. He glanced at her, a polite smile on his face. "You're done, Haibara-san? What did you write?"
"Erhm...nothing much. I'm—still thinking." And with that she turned round to look at her dreaded paper once again, and pretended to occupy herself with writing.
"Eh—still thinking? For an hour? It can't be that hard, can it?"
"...None of your business." Still, she felt slightly tickled at his curiosity, and, as lead met paper, an idea struck her. Of what a friend was. She finished her phrase then twirled her writing instrument, rather happy that she, at last, figured out what to say.
A friend is someone who is there for you...
...and you may never realize it.
And there he was, apparently oblivious to how deep she felt for that friendship, as he scratched his head with his pencil in bewilderment. In the middle of it all—she couldn't exactly trace when—her ventures with him became far more than repentance. Reconciliation gave way to a very deep-seated and intense feeling.
As if, through him, she morphed into a girl who felt. Sometimes too much.
A/N: A mini-fic after a long while! I admit—it will be hard to get me back into the writing craze yet again, what with all the disappointment my past fics have provided me. I deleted the 30 Kisses collection because I quit, owing in the main to the fact that the first year of my high school has been very hectic. I'll repost the three "kisses" that I was able to produce next time, and as three separate fics. (I wonder when that next time will be? Heh.)
Apologies! I just fail at these things. XP I take it that you already know that by now.