Fandom: Detective Conan/Case Closed

Disclaimer: They belong to Gosho Aoyama. I wish they were mine. o.o

Story Title: Collective Moments

Notes: Wikipedia is still my god. And Google is co-god.

Chapter Title: The Horror of Anime

Chapter Summary: Shinichi, Ran, Heiji, and Kaito discover something terrifying. Kaito shrugs it off, as usual.

Chapter Quote: "Dunno what you guys are complaining about. It doesn't seem that bad."

Heiji visibly winced, though his eyes stayed transfixed to the television screen.

"It's a horror, isn't it?" said Shinichi dryly, lounging back on the couch. It had originally been a lazy Sunday with the four hanging out at Shinichi's house, but suddenly things had morphed when the Great Detective of the East remembered something he'd found a few days earlier. "I knew you would love it."

"This is ridiculous," sputtered Heiji, blanching as the television show went on. "Why the hell did the American dubs give me a Southern accent? And also - Harley? What kind of effed-up name is Harley? I'm not a motorcycle! And I'm not some American hick!" He slumped in his chair, ego visibly deflating as he brought a shaky hand to his forehead. "This is terrible. And you only got away with a really pointy face and the name "Jimmy", which isn't even all that bad."

"Are you stuck in a little kid's tuxedo-ed body holding up an unusually large head, shooting tranquilizer darts into random people at will?" said Shinichi pointedly.

"Well...no..."

Ran wasn't happy either as she watched the episode of Detective Conan continue. "I have a triangle on my head," she said sullenly.

"Yeah, what the hell is up with that?" agreed Heiji.

"But "Rachel" is a pretty name," said Shinichi, trying his best to ignore Ran's blush. "Got lucky there."

Kaito was peeping at the scene from behind Shinichi's couch, a bag of crisps in one hand. "Dunno what you guys are complaining about. It doesn't seem that bad."

"Hello?" protested Shinichi. "I know you got away with a lot - you don't even look half bad in the anime - but have you seen your 1412 costume? You look like an effing pimp! Minus the cane!"

"Hey," said Kaito sternly, pointing the can of crisps of Shinichi. "I like my pimpsuit. Those adoring fangirls like it too. And don't say I look stupid in animeworld, because in some parts of fanficland..." He gently patted Shinichi's stomach, a malicious gleam in his eye, "you're carrying my child."

Kaito walked back into the kitchen to raid out more food as the others stared in horror from the thief, to the detective, and back.

"Is this...true?" said Heiji in hushed tones, his eyes wide.

Shinichi visibly flushed, burying his face in his hands. "I - I don't like to talk about it."

"Oh god," moaned Ran, and collapsed in a chair, looking quite faint. "That would imply that - "

From behind the kitchen counter, Kaito shouted cheerily, "If it's a boy, we're naming him Arsene!"

A/N: SOUTHERN PRIDE! I'm a Texas girl through and through. XD

But seriously. Harley? I read this in the Wiki and it started this all. Also, I do not want to read another fanfic in which there is KaiShin mpreg. That kid is going to have some issues with schizophrenia. 8D To steal, or not to steal?