Mitsuharu Shorts and What-Ifs
Title: Mitsuharu Shorts and What-Ifs
Rating: T
Fandom: Detective Conan
Summary: This is a collection of stories that revolves around my main fanfiction, Mitsuharu. It will contain shorts that are canon to the Mitsuharu storyline as well as What-Ifs.
What if Haru and Karasuma Renya were soulmates?
This has got to be the most WTF WIVerse ever
He hated fancy parties. He had been forced to wear a stuffy suit and had his hair gelled neatly back. The tie around his neck felt like a noose, ever so slowly suffocating him. The party host was some sort of acquaintance of the Haneda's and Shukichi was too ill to attend. As a result, Haru had to go in his stead. He didn't mind helping his brother, but he just found fancy parties to be boring.
Currently, Haru sat at a table by himself while his uncle and aunt were socializing. He terribly bored out of his mind. There weren't many phone games he was interested and he was caught up with all of the manga he was reading. He wanted to watch anime, but he didn't want to embarrass himself amongst such high class people. Thus, this resulted in him scribbling on his hand with a pen, hoping that he wasn't interrupting anything important with his soulmate. He made sure that his words were as small as he could write them, but still readable.
I'm bored.
A few moments later, he received a response.
Hello bored. I'm your soulmate.
Haru smiled, internally cringing at the terrible joke.
I hope I'm not being a bother. If I am, I'll quickly wash the ink off and leave you alone.
The response was faster this time.
You will never be a bother. Is something wrong?
It's nothing serious. I'm just stuck at a fancy party. I don't understand why people like these events. It's rather…lame.
What a coincidence. I am hosting a party at the moment. I'm sure if you were to attend my party, I would've made your night exciting. We would've spent it in my room.
Red tinted Haru's cheeks. Sometimes he wished he knew his soulmate's name so he could confront him face to face, but some supernatural force prevented soulmates from revealing their own name through the soul script.
Oi! I told you I'm at a fancy party! What if someone saw this written on my hand!? I'm gonna wash this off!
Oh, were you having indecent thoughts? I merely meant watching anime and reading manga. You did say that they were your favorite past times. Were you suggesting that we would be taking our relationship to such an intimate level? I don't mind but I'd rather meet you and learn your name first.
Haru hurried to the bathroom to wash the ink off, hoping that nobody had seen it.
XXX
Karasuma Renya was hosting a party, under his public name of Krage Regis, and had invited many rich and noble families whom he became acquainted with over the years. He was over a hundred years old, but he had the appearance of a young man in his twenties. With his slick black hair and sharp red eyes, many people fawned over him. But those people didn't matter to him. The only person that mattered to him was his soulmate.
After decades of never having a response to all the soul scripts, he had given up hope of ever finding his soulmate. Perhaps they had no mutual feelings in the aspect of being destined for another. But less than two decades ago, he started having words written along his skin, words that were not written by him, but by his soulmate. He was elated. Over the years, they wrote to each other but never revealed any personal information about each other.
When he noticed words on his hand being written in the midst of his conversation, he excused himself to read and respond privately.
I'm bored.
Hello bored. I'm your soulmate.
He hoped that at least lightened his soulmate's mood, even if it was a little bit.
I hope I'm not being a bother. If I am, I'll quickly wash the ink off and leave you alone.
Karasuma frowned. Even though he had never met his soulmate, he loved him deeply. He had waited decades for his soulmate to be born. He would always make time for him.
You will never be a bother. Is something wrong?
It's nothing serious. I'm just stuck at a fancy party. I don't understand why people like these events. It's rather…lame.
Karasuma grinned, deciding to tease his soulmate.
What a coincidence. I am hosting a party at the moment. I'm sure if you were to attend my party, I would've made your night exciting. We would've spent it in my room.
Oi! I told you I'm at a fancy party! What if someone saw this written on my hand!? I'm gonna wash this off!
Karasuma had decided to take a seat back inside the party hall. If anyone was bothered by him communicating with his soulmate during such an event, he would send them and order his crows to murder them later. He noticed that there was one other person who was also writing a soul script. That person was red and flustered, as if he had read something embarrassing. 'Strange. Could he be my soulmate?'
Oh, were you having indecent thoughts? I merely meant watching anime and reading manga. You did say that they were your favorite past times. Were you suggesting that we would be taking our relationship to such an intimate level? I don't mind but I'd rather meet you and learn your name first.
Karasuma watched as the blonde man turned an even darker shade of red and hurried to the bathroom. A few minutes later, the writing on his hand disappeared. Once he saw the man exit the bathroom, his eyes landed on the now clean hands, empty of soul script. 'Interesting,' He quickly snapped a photo of the man and sent it to Rum, demanding he get all information on him. He wanted to know everything about his soulmate.
XXX
Name: Field Haru
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Birthplace: England
Current Residence: 221B Beika Street
Family: Information Unavailable
Occupation:
Waiter at Café Poirot
Touto University Student
Karasuma frowned at the familial information being unavailable. 'This only shows up if files were altered, such as if we were searching for family members of FBI Agents. Is Haru-chan in hiding? Who is after him and his family?' His blood was boiling with rage. 'I'll find out who is after Haru-chan and kill them myself!'
XXX
Karasuma was currently dressed in t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. He didn't' want to stand out too much in Café Poirot. As he entered, he caught sight of FBI Agents at the counter with Haru taking their orders. Karasuma was filled with jealousy and glared at them from the corner of his eyes. He took a seat at the counter but as far away from them as possible.
Once Haru had taken the FBI's orders, he walked over to Karasuma. "Hello, do you know what you want to order or would you like more time to think about it?"
"Macaroni gratin and an iced latte please," Karasuma requested. He was definitely not internally panicking at the fact that he was actually speaking to his soulmate in person.
Once Karasuma had finished his meal, he placed a large wad of cash on the counter. Haru gave him a bewildered look. "Sir…this is too much,"
"The leftover from the bill is your tip," Karasuma told him with a smile. '…What the hell is the FBI doing? It's not like them to make such a scene in public, especially Akai Shuichi. Perhaps he is just a lookalike? Yes, I must've been mistaken. There is no way that man is Akai Shuichi,'
Akai looked like he wanted to storm over towards Karasuma, but his three companions were holding him back. When he tried to shout obscenities, a hand flew to cover his mouth.
"Sir, even if I deduct the bill from this amount, the remaining is too much," Haru refused. "I can't accept this,"
"Then donate it to charity," Karasuma told him. "If you give the money back to me, I'll toss it in the trash. You wouldn't want such a large amount of cash to go to waste, right?"
"T-Then at least tell me your name!" Haru requested. "That way I can tell the charity that it was you who donated it!"
"Krage Regis," Karasuma answered and then left.
XXX
Hey Soulmate-san, I met a really weird guy today.
Oh?
That's odd. You usually ask if he was bothering me.
Maybe I'm the weird guy.
That'd be impossible since we don't know each other's faces. Anyway, the guy gave me an absurd tip. I didn't want to accept it but he said he'd toss if the money was given back to him. So I took his advice and donated it to charity in his name.
Who is this guy?
Krage Regis. I did some research and apparently he was the host of the party I went to last week! But why the hell would he give me that money?
Krage sounds like a mysterious guy.
He seems suspicious.
Karasuma pouted at the three words. "Hey Vermouth," He addressed his favorite crow who was currently in his office. "Is offering half a million yen for a tip at a café suspicious?"
"Yes," Vermouth flatly told him. "Yes, it is very suspicious,"
Maybe he was flirting with you?
Oh. That's probably why my older brother was trying to murder him. Thankfully his coworkers held him back.
'That explains why the Akai Lookalike was angry at me,' Karasuma hummed.
Are you falling for Krage's charms?
I'd rather be with you. I've known you longer and you are my soulmate.
Karasuma couldn't help but smile widely at the declaration.
XXX
Karasuma ate breakfast at the café every single morning, as long as Haru was working that day. After several days of not seeing Haru, he inquired about his whereabouts. Haru's brother had died. The pieces started to come together. He never saw the Akai Lookalike in the café after Kir had successfully killed Akai Shuichi. It was too much of a coincidence. Akai Shuichi had been Haru's older brother.
Are you okay?
I'm fine. Why?
'Liar…' Karasuma had never felt so conflicted before. He had never hated himself so much. He was the reason why his soulmate was hurting. He was the one who had ordered Kir to kill Akai.
Yes, I literally just made a crack ship between Akai's precious baby brother and the boss of the organization.
Karasuma Renya is very protective and possessive of his soulmate. Will Haru ever find out that Krage Regis is his soulmate? Will he find out that Krage Regis is actually Karasuma Renya? Will Akai try to kill Krage the next time he goes to the café as Subaru? Who knows?
Krage is Danish for crow and Regis is Latin for King. Krage Regis means Crow King.