This was supposed to be the second oneshot in this series of oneshots. But since I'm still struggling to make the first one readable I decided to upload this one first. Sigh.
Disclaimer: Detective Conan would have been a yaoi anime had I owned it. Need I say more?
Warning: Potential POV fail and incoherency.
With that, please enjoy!
Dresses and Promises
"Do not do that ever again."
Shinichi glared the juggling boy he was addressing to. Said boy just tilted his head in mock confusion with a seemingly innocent smile plastered on his face.
"I haven't the slightest clue what you're talking about, Shin-chan." Kaito said nonchalantly, hands still juggling his numerous colorful balls without losing his rhythm.
Shinichi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, a habit from the days he was Conan. "Don't play dumb with me, you know very well what I'm talking about," he narrowed his eyes at the mention of the nickname, "And don't call me that."
After tucking away his juggling balls, the magician held his chin in a perfect mimicry of Shinichi's thinking pose. "Hm… Oh! So it's about that?" He grinned broadly as he slammed his fist into his other palm. "But you looked absolutely stunning in it, Shin-chan!" Shinichi let the nickname slide; there was no point in correcting it while Kaito was still rambling.
Kaito continued on in a dramatic fashion. "And I put so much effort in making you look presentable!" Then he held up three fingers. "It took me three hours of surfing the shops just to get you one that would suit you, you know? Actually, you should appreciate my dedication to your appearance; your choice of clothing is so dull I had to spice it up." He concluded, nodding solemnly like a wise sage with his arms folded.
Shinichi silently thanked the gods for his limitless patience. "Why would I appreciate being in a dress?" He asked in a deadpan tone. "And a maid dress at that." He grimaced at the unpleasant memory. It was utterly humiliating, waking up after being gassed and finding himself in a frilly black-and-white maid dress with an even frillier headdress. And those blasted fishnets and high heels. On top of that, he was lying on a literal bed of roses! The funny looks the Task Force threw at his direction when they had finally arrived at the rooftop didn't help his situation at all. And inspector Nakamori, thankfully, didn't heed much attention to his attire and just stood on the edge of the roof hollering after the escaped thief.
Somehow Shinichi managed to get home without any further incidents, it was past midnight so the streets were empty and he was grateful for small mercies. It would be all good if it wasn't for the fact that the dress was not only frilly, but was also lacy. He couldn't work out how to undo those damned knots on his back for the love of his life. That bastard reef knotted and then made a ribbon knot on it! Craning his neck to look at the mirror and trying to untie the knots just wouldn't do, so he resorted to calling his best friend, Ran.
After listening to his desperate begging at the ungodly hour, Ran made him promise to watch a romance movie and have lunch with her that weekend, which Shinichi reluctantly agreed to; hanging out with Ran is fun, but he hated romance movies, really. When Ran arrived at his house and saw his miserable state, she doubled over and nearly coughed a lung or two laughing, much to his eternal embarrassment. Shinichi could only blush and usher the mirthful girl into the house. Even so, Ran was a better option than Haibara; the scientist girl would just blackmail him and never let him live it down.
As soon they managed to get the dress off and incinerated it, Shinichi was immediately assaulted with a line of questioning about the cause of his misfortune. And Ran threatened to tell Sonoko (the loudmouth) about the whole fiasco if he omitted any "juicy details", as she had eloquently put it. The interrogation ended with more laughing and tears of mirth on Ran's part while Shinichi silently wished he didn't call anyone over at all and just cut the goddamned thing off.
Why were the women in his life so evil? It was probably one of those mysteries he could never solve.
"Well," Kaito's voice cut into his train of thoughts and he looked at the other. "If you hate maid dresses that much I'll get you something else next time!" The magician exclaimed cheerfully as a white wedding dress appeared in a puff of smoke. "My KID suit and this matches perfectly—" Before Kaito could finish his sentence Shinichi snatched the dress out of his hands and threw it out of the windows. The thief was opening his mouth to protest when Shinichi's icy stare shut him up right away.
"Let me make this clear," he said slowly, "never, ever put me in anything remotely girly again. That, or I'm not coming to your heists anymore and I'll set Sonoko on your trail instead. Am I understood?" Shinichi found that seeing the horrified expression on the thief's usually-poker-faced face was something very, very pleasurable. Indeed, Sonoko was an efficient weapon against the playful thief, her fangirling tendency was something to be feared of. In one of the heists Shinichi managed to get Sonoko to meet her idol, Kaitou KID. And the image of the infamous moonlit thief struggling to get away from his fan girl's bear hug – she was surprisingly strong when she needed to - was tucked away neatly in a corner of his mind; he would dig it up when he needed a good laugh.
"Fine, I won't put you in dresses anymore." Kaito huffed and pouted. "You're no fun."
"So I've often been told." Shinichi smirked. He picked up a book he hadn't finished reading and sat next to the pouting thief on the sofa.
Some moments later, Shinichi smiled when Kaito scooted closer and cuddled him.
Shinichi sighed in agitation as he looked at the retreating form in the sky. A chat was in order with Kaito the next time they met, which would be tomorrow. And he was going to enjoy it very much.
Apparently, the thief thought that since he couldn't put Shinichi in dresses it was okay to dress him in Scottish attire, which included a black double-breasted jacket with a lace jabot, frilly cuffs and a fly paid on the shoulder; and, God forbid, a blue kilt. What was with Kaito and his obsession with frilly things anyway? Shinichi was holding a bagpipe and he briefly wondered where the hell Kaito got all of these from; probably from online auctions. But didn't these cost quite an amount? Kaito's dedication had been taken to a whole new level of creepiness; he should really get a new hobby.
The entrance to the roof was slammed open and Shinichi waited for the inevitable, he was a sight to behold after all.
Shinichi considered buying fish-patterned clothes from then.
Overused idea but I wanted to write a fic like this. And I did. Yeah. Did it make any sense? No? I guessed as much.
On the other note, you can see a reef knot here. Remove the spaces and (dot)s to see.
http: / / www (dot) layhands (dot) com / Knots / Knots_Bends (dot) htm # ReefKnot
And the Scottish attire I was talking about. It's called Montrose Doublet.
http: / / www (dot) clanarthur (dot) org/ScottishAttire (dot) htm
Constructive criticism is very welcomed!
