Pairing: ShinRan
Summary: You can feel sorry for Shinichi now.
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Don't Get it Wrong
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Conan had recoiled the moment Ran grabbed his wrist in a sudden, swift movement. As expected of the teen who took up karate. Her skills and instincts did not fail her.
Boy, was he in trouble, Conan thought cynically. What had he done?
A mistake he could never correct, that's what.
It was all in a spur of the moment! He couldn't help it. He was – in actual fact – a teenage boy with hormones. He surprised himself, staying sane even after living with Ran for so long.
He heard her confess.
He bathed with her.
He saw her cry.
It all spun out of control when he saw Ran sleeping on the couch, her defenseless self – far from it, he knew – tucked under a blanket.
How, oh how, had he let the pink, alluring lips call out to him even after all that he went through? It didn't make sense!
Conan hoped he would just be knocked around the room with a few kicks – it was the best thing right now. Because, if not –
"You're Shinichi, aren't you." Ran said it as statement rather than a question, a hard edge to her voice.
- it would come to this.
Panic.
The boy tried to pry his wrist from the tightened grip.
"R-Ran nee-chan, are you still half-asleep? I'm Conan! Don't mistake me for Shinichi nii-san just because I look like him!" He spluttered, giving up on escaping. Instead, he worked his brain to think of an explanation. A logical one.
And he needed it in a few seconds.
Ran narrowed her eyes. She was going to make sure he was sorry when she was through with him.
You can feel sorry for Shinichi now.
"It was Shinichi nii-san!"
Ran blinked rapidly at the bold accusation, her hold on Conan slipping.
"He said that i-it was a… a charm! To make you sleep better!"
Conan lied blatantly like he had always done, evading his guilty eyes from Ran's pointy glare. He shifted uncomfortably under her gaze.
"That bastard!" Ran hollered, letting go of Conan completely. "What the hell does he think he's teaching to a seven-year-old?"
Conan twitched at Ran's sudden outburst, before making a beeline for his room. He closed the door silently, pressing his back to the door, leaning his weight against it.
He swore to himself that he was not going to call Ran until three weeks later – for Ran had a way to make him feel as though he was maimed through the phone.
-Owari-
Okaaaaay, this was weird. It came into my mind, and I thought it would be funny, but... Ah well. Read and tell me what you think! X) Uh, you're asking me why this is even shorter than the previous chapter? Let's just look forward to the next, longer chapter, ne?
P.S.: It seems that there is a slight confusion about the chapters. This whole fic itself is just a collection of one-shots. Only chapter one and two are related (chapter two is the sequel of chapter one). This chapter stands alone, and so will the rest, unless stated otherwise.
I give my thanks to the reviewers who reviewed, readers, and those who are about to press the review botan~
